” I made a whining noise which made her laugh as the door was opened by an older man dressed as a butler. “This is so clich? I whispered out of...the corner of my mouth. Mrs. Fletcher suppressed a smile as we were ushered in and led into the main room. About a dozen women were scattered about the vast space, standing in small groups or lounging on what could only have been the most expensive looking furniture I’ve ever seen. I became increasingly uncomfortable as every single pair of eyes. " Oh, crap. She was talking to her boyfriend, who was away at college. "Stan, what?... Yeah, she's out of town... No, no one is here right now... Oh that sounds nice... Okay... hang on."She put the phone down and stood up. I ducked behind a nearby chair, which was also behind the couch, still watching and listening. Trina began undressing, which didn't take long, because all she was wearing was a tank top and a thong. Man, Trina was about to have phone sex with her boyfriend. And here I am,. This one is about Missy ,who is still one of my wife's oldest and dearest friends.It all started after 6 years of marriage , Missy came to live with us after her latest boyfriend walked away. My wife and I have a decent sex life but I often lasted too long for her liking. That night when she told me to finish quickly I just pulled out and laid down beside her.A lot of the time she would take my cock and give me a hand job ,but this night she had a better idea. When she rolled over supporting. "He likes that too much. He'll be spurting all over you in no time. We are going to have better uses for that cock of his, believe me." "You mean we're going to fuck him?" Sue cried enthusiastically. "Maybe," Debbie replied. "If he's a good boy." I reached over and pulled up Debbie's skirt. I rubbed the fingers of my right hand over the crotch of her panties. They were soaking wet. "Somebody's horny," I teased her. "I bet Sue is just as wet as me," she replied. I knelt on the floor in front of.