’ He looked blank. ‘Victoria Beckham, famous wife of the international soccer star of yesteryear.’ He still looked blank and Rene said sorry, sh... should have said the fat-arse wife of muscle-bound Rugby player who ran after inhaling nitro. Now Ash had a vague idea of what she was getting at. Ash and Rene were having a cool beer when two young broads climbed the stairs on to the deck. Ash’s dick almost leapt out of his shorts in delight. ‘Girls this is out houseguest Mr Watson. Ash on the right. “Sarah has told me lots of good things about you,” she tells me as she runs her hands over my naked torso and lightly kisses me without any mention of our mutual expectations.As the women settle down, just as Sarah had arranged, I excused myself by telling the women I needed to check my emails.I could hear the women’s conversation and after fifteen minutes it turned to matters of sex. “Is your man really nine-inches and thick Sarah?,” I can hear one of them ask.“We are ready for you baby,”. Calvin then moved to the other nipple and my body trembled with desire. Calvin seemed to spend an eternity sucking my tits and nipples but then he finally stood back up. Looking at me and than over his shoulder he said. “What time did you say that wimp husband of yours gets home?” I made a face, a frown and than smirked. “Today about 5, what time is it?” Calvin looked at his watch, “just after 4, I better cut out, and when does the dumb fuck. Where did you learn such wonderful techniques?” Jon panted out while trying to gain his breath. I rolled off his body and waited for his cream pie to ooze out of my vagina. Gathering his hot sticky cum in my fingers, I proceeded to lick my fingers clean and swallow his load. After French kissing Jon fully on his mouth, we cuddled up together to regain our strength. After showering, Jon paged room service and ordered a meal and a bottle of wine for each of us. That night, we fucked twice more.