Lucas and Rose

Lucas propped himself on one elbow and watched his wife getting dressed. Always a sight worth watching, her seductive exhibition never failing to arouse his baser instincts as each erotic item of lingerie was fitted, shaping her sensual, maturing body, perfectly.

"Am I putting on weight?" Rose asked turning this way and that to check her figure in the mirror. "This bra feels a little too snug for my liking." She cupped both breasts and adjusted the bra to the swell of her bosom.

"My darling, it's perfect and your breasts look perfect in it." Lucas replied admiring the overspill of flesh from the half-cut bra cups. He adjusted his stiffening member. "Absolutely divine. It's a pity you have to go to work right now."

Rose smiled at her husband and blew him a kiss, she could read him like a book. Then, after donning a long-sleeved, pink satin blouse and stepping into a black pencil skirt, she asked. "Are my seams straight?" She turned her back to Lucas for his assessment smoothing the skirt over her hips.

"Yes, they are and you look too gorgeous for work. You'll have the male staff reaching for their cocks. Just look at what you're doing for me." Lucas flung aside the duvet exposing his erection swaying from side to side. "Surely you can spare your husband five minutes of heaven. Look, I'm already to go and I promise to be quick."

Rose stared at her husband's hardness vacillating on a decision. Finally, she licked her lips. "What do you want, fuck or blow-job?"

"Oh, I think a fuck, please. It will be the quicker and won't spoil your make-up." Lucas began stroking his erection.

"OK, a quickie." Rose conceded. She removed her skirt and laid it neatly on a chair, then took off her panties to straddle her husband's cock. Lucas guided the engorged knob to its destination. "No hands. I don't want this blouse messed up." She insisted.

"Just as you wish my angel." Lucas agreed easing his shaft deeper to settle on her G-spot. There was further shuffling until a mutual position was reached and he began rhythmic thrusting, his efforts ensuring Rose's tits were bouncing up and down beneath her pink satin. "Fuck, woman, you've got a body and a half and tits that drive me wild. Please, undo your blouse."

"No! Just get on with it. Fuck me baby."

Rose and Lucas had no secrets from each other. Their ability to talk and share thoughts was a contributing factor to their successful marriage, not to mention their highly evolved sex life. They exchanged fantasies, divulged dreams, all of which added spice and excitement to their love--lives, and they each knew the other's deepest, darkest fantasies. It was a firmly established bond that, after ten-years of marriage, was the centre point of their relationship.

"God, you feel good in there. Your cock is really filling me up and going so fucking deep." Rose was glad she'd repented, even if it meant she was going to be late for work at the bank. "Come on you bastard, faster, faster." She tried to increase their tempo but found it difficult.

Lucas loved to hear Rose praising his efforts. It made him even more excited.

"Come on, you bastard, shoot that load.... shoot your lovely sperm. But not inside me. Pull out and I'll wank you to a finish."

Lucas attained the pinnacle of heavenly bliss in just under four minutes. He submitted his intention to cum and Rose finished him off beautifully, ensuring he squirted onto his own stomach to leave her blouse unblemished by sperm. Afterwards she dashed to the bathroom, cleaned herself up and checked her make-up, before dressing again. Then, running from the room she blew Lucas a kiss and left for work, leaving her husband revelling in his post-orgasmic state.

Lucas was taking a couple of days off work in order to catch up on a few jobs around the house, but he was in no mood to start. Rose and her body had seen to that. The past few minutes of sex had left him wanting more, but he would have to wait for it. So, he got out of bed, showered, had some breakfast and decided to walk into town on the pretext of buying materials for the jobs he'd no intention of carrying out that day.

He encountered Natalie at the entrance to the driveway. The lady, who Lucas estimated, was in her late forties, possibly early fifties, lived further along the street. He'd seen her walking past many times, always looking physically attractive and dressed elegantly. He thought her highly desirable and the embodiment of his mature woman fantasy. Mature, older women had always held a fascination for him. A sexual challenge that had obsessed him since his teenage years, and one he clung to for the express purpose of titillation.

Lucas and Natalie exchanged pleasantries and he was quick to observe she was looking as gorgeous as ever. The day was warm and Natalie was wearing a sleeveless, brown polka-dot dress that, not only exposed the firm flesh of her upper arms, but also defined the size and swell of her inviting breasts. With the knee-length skirt accentuating her shapely hips and legs, Lucas was drawn to contemplating the possibility of stockings beneath the shantung material of her dress.

"Going into town?" Natalie enquired.

"Yes, and you?"

"Yes."

"In that case, may I walk with you?"

"Of course, glad of your company." He fell into step beside her. "You're married to Rose, aren't you?" Natalie said and before Lucas could interject with how did you know, she answered her own question. "I see her in the bank and know her name from the lapel badge she wears, and I've seen you together in the garden."

"That's right, it's the only bank open in town." Lucas commented.

"I always think she looks so chic. Smart, a good advert for the bank. In fact, I've told the manager that. She's also most efficient and helpful."

"That's most kind of you Mrs...?" Lucas waited for a name and Natalie obliged.

"Natalie, Natalie Draper, widow of this parish and getting lonelier by the day." Lucas detected a note of despair in her answer, totally at odds with her present demeanour.

"You don't really mean that, do you?" He replied taken aback by her directness, yet keen to learn more of her life style. "Listen, Natalie, if you're in no hurry perhaps we can have coffee together. My treat of course."

"That would be lovely..... er,"

"Oh, I'm Lucas and very pleased to make your acquaintance."

Natalie chose the coffee shop and they went in. They ordered and chatted and then a group of her friends walked in. Seeing Natalie they came over to say hello. When the pleasantries were done with came the expectation of being introduced to Lucas. But it didn't happen and the friends went to their table, put their heads together and tried to fathom who the young man was having coffee with Natalie.

"Lucas, can I ask a favour of you." Natalie put her hand on his squeezing it. Lucas, intrigued by Natalie's sudden show of affection, looked at their hands then into her eyes."Could we pretend to be in a relationship. Perhaps you could show me some affection. Kiss my hand or put your arm around me, even whisper in my ear."

"With pleasure, Natalie." He replied. "Whatever you want." Lucas was relishing the thought of getting closer to his fantasy lover. "I take it you want your friends gossiping about us, so let's give them something to talk about. Put your hand on my thigh and stroke it with purpose."

"You don't mind?" Natalie asked.

"Be my guest, Mrs Draper." Lucas leant closer to Natalie and inhaled her perfume before whispering in her ear. "You smell divine, Natalie."

"Thank you, Lucas." She replied shooting a glance across at her friends. "They're all watching us." He felt her hand mid-thigh.

"Are you sure you don't mind me doing this? After all we've only just met."

"Feel free, Natalie." This time Lucas put his hand on hers. "Now, if you squeeze me there I will close my eyes and kiss your cheek to demonstrate my pleasure. Show them how intimate we are."

"I like the sound of that, Lucas." Natalie's fingers began squeezing. Then, as Lucas was kissing her cheek, he sensed her breathing becoming laboured, a reaction he wasn't expecting, but it somehow stimulated Natalie's fingers with a purpose. "I haven't been this close to a man in years." She sighed pressing hard on Lucas' thigh. "It's absolutely lovely. But, Lucas, I think we should stop now. I think my friends have got the message."

"If you wish. But let's leave them with a knockout show. May I stroke your thigh and knee? Show them genuine mutual pleasure." Natalie hesitated but a second before endorsing my plan.

"OK, let's do it." Lucas got the impression that Natalie was enjoying the situation. It wasn't only giving her friends something to talk about, but on a personal level he could sense she actually liked him touching her. Or was that just his ego?

The collected, audible intake of breath from across the cafe as Lucas placed his hand on Natalie's thigh and trailed it to her knees, wasn't meant to be heard, but it sure demonstrated their joint surprise. And when Lucas pulled his digits back and squeezed Natalie mid-thigh, there was definite muttering from the table of friends.

"I think we've shown enough affection for now, Lucas." Natalie said removing his fingers from her leg. "Just one last peck before I join my friends over there." She said turning her face to him expectantly. But Lucas wanted to end their fun on a high note and kissed Natalie full on the lips their intimacy stimulating his semi-erect penis into a full-on erection. Contact lasted only two or three seconds. But in that short time, both Lucas and Natalie perceived the notion of something seriously erotic happening, an emotion that required addressing.

Natalie and Lucas made a show of leaving the cafe together, and several pairs of eyes followed them. Outside on the pavement, they gave the audience inside a final display of their affection by embracing closely. It was a spontaneous act which enthused Natalie into reciprocating eagerly. She felt his hands sliding down the brown, polka dot shantung material of her dress and clutch the twin mounds of her curvy buttocks, to pull her firmly against his hardness.

"Mrs Draper, can we meet again?" He begged squeezing her backside. His lascivious request, totally out of character for him, was answered with an equally enthusiastic salaciousness.

"Yes, that would be nice, Lucas." Natalie's reply was accompanied with a brief kiss and he swore she rolled her groin against him. "Come for Sunday brunch and bring Rose. I would love to know her better." Maybe not the words he wanted to hear, but the pragmatism of having Rose present would temper his lust. He also realised she didn't attempt to distance herself from his assertive erection. He watched her re-enter the cafe to join her friends and smiled, knowing the exaggerated shimmy of her arse was for his eyes only.

Lucas couldn't wait to tell Rose about his chance meeting with Natalie and the subsequent events at the cafe. But how would she react to her husband pressing his erection against the older woman. As it transpired, Rose found the saga arousing and later demonstrated her feelings by having Lucas recreate the cafe experience, with herself in the role of Natalie, and ultimately tossing him off.

"What were her other friends like, the ones you were playing to?"

"From what I recall, they were a bunch of nice looking ladies. I recall their combined perfumes was overpowering, even from across the room and I'm convinced the fragrant cloud had an aphrodisiac effect."

"And you say Natalie's invited us for Sunday brunch. Just you and me or will there be others?"

"She didn't mention any other guests. So I guess just us."

Well, it was just Lucas and Rose. They arrived clutching bottles of white and red wine to find Natalie waiting for them in the garden. Natalie ushered them inside the house, offered drinks and led them to the dining room, where the food was all set out, apart from the meat, which was being kept hot in the hostess trolley.

"Help yourselves." Natalie said taking a plate herself and stacking it with salad and a small steak. The meal was a huge success. The wine flowed like water so by the time they took their coffee onto the patio, there was a distinct mellow feeling feeding their respective loins and individual thoughts.

"Natalie, may I say you look terrific in that dress." Rose said. "And, on a personal level, how it compliments your amazing figure. Don't you think so, Lucas?"

Put on the spot, Lucas had to voice his opinion of the strappy silk dress, its ruched elasticated waist underlining the beauty of her provocative breasts with their mature ripeness reaching out to taunt him.

"Very much so. It's a lovely dress, Natalie." Lucas was also wondering what kind of sensual lingerie lay beneath the smooth folds. He longed to ask. Better still, he longed to find out for himself.

"Why, thank you both." Natalie replied. "And may I reciprocate the compliment, Rose. You too are looking charming. No, sexy is a better word. Very sexy. I love that low-cut satin top and your round breasts spilling over. Perfect breasts and a cleavage to die for." Lucas looked at Rose for her reaction to Natalie's candid and unreserved outburst wondering what her reaction would be. His spirits were lifted when she answered."

"Thank you, Natalie. Lucas loves them, don't you sweetheart." She put her hand on his thigh and squeezed.

Lucas swallowed hard, astounded at Natalie's liberated remarks about Rose and her breasts. In fact, her flattery struck him as being a tad sapphic and a bit girly, not spoken from a heterosexual perspective. Did Natalie possess lesbian leanings, he wondered. Better still, what if Natalie had lesbian feelings for his wife. Was that pure fantasy, confusion brought on by listening to the pair of them in mutual admiration mode. Quickly gathering his senses, Lucas sought to further the topic of Rose's breasts.

"I do indeed, my beloved." He confirmed. "An absolute delight to look at and nicer still to touch." The words tumbled from Lucas' mouth without giving them a second thought. "And, they feel so firm." He reached out a hand and squeezed the one nearest to him. Then, without a second thought, he slid his fingers down the low-cut top, wriggled them into Rose's bra and took her nipple between finger and thumb rolling it gently.

"Lucas! Please! Whatever will Natalie think!" Rose tried to free herself of her husband's hand, but he resisted and looked across at Natalie, tacitly inviting more comment from her on the delightful subject of his wife's breasts. Natalie regarded them in silence, totally absorbed in the activity taking place beneath Rose's pink satin top. Finally she spoke.

"Listen you two, I realise our alcohol intake has seriously lowered inhibitions, but don't mind me. Lucas, if you feel like fucking her don't let my presence stop you." And to Rose she said. "But, my dear, I would dearly love to see more of your tits. We could adjourn to my bedroom and continue the fun, or enjoy the al fresco element of sex out here."

Lucas and Rose exchanged lingering looks. Listening to Natalie unequivocally invite them to participate in a ménage a trois was disarming to say the least, each of them wanting the other to make a decision. Lucas was already to accept, but was Rose willing. He recalled that, during their bedtime confessions she openly admitted to having lesbian thoughts and what kissing another woman would feel like. So should he encourage her.

Natalie was waiting for an answer. Ever since Lucas had pressed his hard cock against her she'd been eager to take it in her fingers and feel its strength and firmness. A nice young cock like his would be most acceptable, she thought, especially if that meant his sexy bitch of a wife, Rose, was lending her lovely tits and body to the action. She sensed their answer was forthcoming, but a gentle nudge wouldn't go amiss.

"Rose. Lucas." Addressing them individually. "Listen to me. If we go upstairs, and from the looks on your faces I'd say you were considering it. Should any unseen events unfold that give cause for wanting to abandon our threesome, then we will, without remorse or self-reproach and still remain friends. How does that sound?"

"OK, Natalie, let's do it." The positivity in Rose's voice was encouraging and Lucas took heart from it. Then, taking husband and wife by the hand, Natalie led them indoors.

"Rose and I will go on ahead, while you, Lucas, will find some champagne to keep us going."

On reaching Natalie's bedroom Rose couldn't resist asking if there was a man in her life. Natalie explained that, since her husband's death there had never been a man she'd felt sufficient affection for to invite him into her bed; and her frustration was becoming a serious issue. The use of dildos and vibrators offered only satisfaction for the purpose of climaxing; what she wanted, what she desperately needed, she said breathlessly, was the touch of another human. The feel of a stiff cock filling her vagina and, if possible, the gentle caress of woman's fingers pleasing her pussy. Rose tried not to look surprised.

"Yes, Rose a woman's fingers, but don't let me frighten you off."

"No, the thought doesn't repulse me." Rose assured." I often fantasise about other women. How it would feel to be kissed and touched by a female."

"Oh, Rose, that is so comforting to know." Natalie couldn't disguise her delight. "I discovered my bi-sexual feelings while still married. Geoff, my husband, accepted the fact and on many occasions with my girlfriend at the time, made up a ménage a trois. Our threesome's knew no bounds." Rose listened, unfazed by Natalie's revelation and decidided to explore her own lesbian fantasies further.

"And Lucas finds the scenario exciting too." Rose added." A common fantasy for all men he says."

"Geoff was of the same opinion, so I can understand what he's going through at this moment, and sympathise with you, dear Rose." Natalie paused her voice becoming softer, sensual with her probing. "So, you've never kissed a woman?"

"No."

"Would you like me to kiss you."

"Very much. Natalie, please kiss me." The two women prepared to embrace, but the moment was ruined by the return of Lucas carrying a tray with glasses and an unopened magnum of champagne. The two women halted their objective and watched Lucas pour the drinks.

Lucas was aware of interrupting a seminal moment between his wife and Natalie, but was considerate enough not to make any crass comment; he handed the drinks around, his mind buzzing with thoughts of their upcoming enjoyment. They all sipped the champagne except Lucas, who took a deep quaff to bolster his ego.

"Rose," Natalie's voice retained its soft sensual sound. "It's quite obvious that you and Lucas have a happy marriage. And, if you'll allow me to be blunt, I'm betting your sex life plays a big part in that happiness." Lucas and Rose did a quick take of one another, conscious of the fact that something thrilling was about to happen. "I can sense that you and Lucas are never happier than when you're bonking or doing other naughty, sexy things."

"Bang on the mark, Natalie." Lucas replied downing his drink. "We have a sex life you wouldn't believe. Haven't we darling." He moved close behind his wife and slid his arms around her waist. Then, ensuring Natalie's attention was focussed on Rose, he lifted his hands to cup her breasts. The electrifying pleasure of feeling the swell of her bosom through the satin material was intense, as his fingers traced their contours and roundness while picking out the defining profile of her bra. Rose closed her eyes in anticipation of further sexual arousal.

"Feast your eyes on these gorgeous beauties, Natalie. See how my darling wife loves me playing them. Rose, why don't we show Natalie more of your lovely tits. She said she wanted to." Lucas slowly undid the buttons at the back of the blouse he'd been asked to button up earlier in the day, until the satin top hung loosely around Rose's shoulders. He hesitated before slipping it down her arms, wanting Natalie to salivate at the prospect of seeing Rose's tits in the flesh. His wish was granted when he spotted Natalie lick her lips.

The satin top slid unhindered to Rose's wrists, exposing her bosom encased in a pink lace and satin bra with half-cups creating a dream cleavage that the older woman gazed at enviously. She longed to touch the younger woman and her Amazonian breasts clad in the erotic pink lingerie, a desire that was exciting her beyond belief.

"My God, Rose, you look so fucking hot. That bra looks so sexy. And those superb boobs filling it are magnificent. Absolutely fabulous tits."

Rose accepted the compliment with good grace, totally unflustered by the fact her husband had removed her clothes to expose her tits to another woman. "Why, thank you, Natalie, you're very kind." She meant what she said and seized the opportunity to maintain their mutual admiration of one another's underwear. "I've no doubt that you too wear elegant underwear to show off your exquisite figure. But I reckon your wardrobe must come from exclusive ranges. If I was to search your underwear drawer, I doubt if I'd find a high-street label on anything." There was a pause in their exchange, each of them cognisant of an implied sexual affinity.

"Rose, darling, you can search my lingerie drawer anytime you like." Natalie invited. "And Lucas too, if he wishes. But first I would dearly love to know exactly how your husband keeps you so happy."

Rose looked over her shoulder at Lucas, excited at having her breasts fondled for the purpose of pleasing another woman, a woman they both wanted to make love to. "We keep each other happy. Don't we sweetheart? It usually starts with me wearing erotic lingerie and Lucas removing it." Rose felt empowered by her role as narrator and chief protagonist. It was like a personal fantasy coming alive. Lucas willed her to maintain the carnal ambience as he once again cupped Rose's breasts, lifting and jiggling them for Natalie's benefit. "Steady, Lucas honey, you'll have them popping out of their cups." Rose said jokingly.

"That's what I'm hoping for my darling, and I'm sure that's what Natalie wants to see. Isn't it, Natalie?" Lucas was also in dominant form. "Maybe, Natalie would like to squeeze your lovely big tits herself. So why don't I undo your bra and we can both play with them."

"Hmm, That sounds like fun." Rose said. "What do you think, Natalie?" Natalie's response was precisely what Rose and Lucas wanted to hear.

"Rose, Rose, you fucking bitch. Of course I want to see your wonderful orbs." She replied. Her breathy voice declaring a desire so powerful Lucas didn't hesitate in releasing the hooks and eyes of Rose's bra and guiding the straps down her arms to nestle in the pink satin of Rose's top. His hands returned to cup her breasts taunting Natalie, whose lustful gaze never left the younger woman's tits and nipples.

"By Christ, Lucas, these must give you hours of fun." Natalie's surmising was swiftly confirmed by Rose.

"And me too. My husband is adept at making my nipples swell and harden by sucking on them."

"Rose, my darling. I wonder, if Natalie sucked on your nipples, would they react in the same manner. Shall we ask her to suck your tits and nipples."

"Don't bother. Just hold them still, Lucas." Lucas did as he was told as Natalie thrust her mouth around Rose's stiffening nipples. First the left breast then the right, her lips acting like limpets, attaching themselves and feeding on the sexual splendour of Rose's prominence. Natalie pushed Lucas' hands away and took total control of his wife's bosom. Lucas felt Rose's legs weaken as a brand new, all consuming sexual sensation took hold of her senses.

His fingers temporarily redundant, Lucas turned his attention to removing his wife's skirt, which he managed by dropping to his knees and tugging the hem down. The full skirt fell into a heap around her feet and his fingers immediately retraced their path to the joy of Rose's stocking tops. He was familiar with the pink lingerie set Rose had chosen to wear and in particular the silky pink thong that nuzzled its way between her arse cheeks, while the broader strip of material covering her pussy accentuated the profile of her labia.

Lucas remained kneeling and moved his fingers from Rose's stocking tops to the silky smooth outline of her pussy lips, stroking and petting the ever dampening silky material. They, like her nipples, had the tendency to swell at the touch of his fingers, such a profound experience that never failed to leave Rose dripping with moisture.

"I think it's time we saw Natalie's tits, don't you dear." Lucas suggested sliding a couple of fingers beneath Rose's pink thong and agitating her clitoris. Rose gasped and sighed as her husband's digits found their target. Natalie released her hold on Rose's breasts and nipples to see what was making Rose more excited. She saw Lucas' fingers moving beneath the silky thong and decided she wanted some of Rose's pussy too. So, she eagerly ripped the thong down to Rose's knees and added her digits to those of Lucas.

Rose, alerted to Natalie's fingers intensifying her arousal, listened as the older woman suggested they move the action to the bed, where Rose could properly relax. She so desperately wanted their fingers to stimulate her pussy.

Whilst the action was heading for the bed, Lucas restrained Natalie. "How about taking off this dress." He said his fingertips searching for the zip. Natalie about faced to make the manoeuvre easier. The fastener was fiddly, but eventually Lucas had Natalie's strappy dress hanging loose and ready to remove.

But then he espied her lingerie, a sight so erotic he froze and stared at the titillating vision, his cock throbbing. He recognised the garment immediately because Rose had similar ones hanging in her wardrobe. But seeing Natalie in a strapless, black lacy basque was somehow different. He hurriedly pushed the dress from her shoulders and all the way down to her ankles. She stepped from it and turned to face him.

"Natalie." Lucas croaked. "You look divine and so fucking sexy." He could do nothing except stare with mouth open at the glorious vision of Natalie's mature body filling out the contours of the black basque, her matching black panties, and the sheer black nylon stockings.

"Do you think I look good in a corset, Lucas?" Natalie mooed.

Lucas turned to Rose, her legs spread obscenely awaiting attention. "Rose, look at what she's wearing. Look at what this mature bitch likes to wear." Rose gazed at Natalie's body in her black basque taking in every detail from her cleavage and breast spillage, down to the Cuban-heeled sheer stockings.

"You'll have to excuse him, Natalie. It's an item of lingerie that sends him wild with lust. Whenever he knows I've got one on, he literally loses all control. I don't tell him when I'm wearing one, I just wait for him to discover the fact. Then, my darling Lucas gets so excited he can't control himself and the situation ends by him fucking me wherever I am or whatever I'm doing. He saw me on the toilet one time and fucked me there and then."

Lucas remained transfixed by the wonderful image Natalie presented, but suddenly realised he was being talked about, his sexual preferences were being discussed by two women clad only the most exciting lingerie imaginable; he caught the tale end of the toilet story and contributed the finale.

"Well, my angel, it was a good job you were on the toilet at the time. Because, if my memory serves me right, I did such a good job of fucking, you ended up squirting. Yes, Natalie, I can make my wife squirt her orgasm." Lucas and Natalie looked at the expectant figure of Rose.

"I'm not ashamed or embarrassed by the fact." Rose said closing her legs, She had an idea that her climax would be taking second or third preference behind those of her husband and Natalie. She raised herself on one elbow. "Sweetheart, if you and Natalie want to fuck you have my blessing, on the proviso I'm not left out and I can join in." The three of them looked from one to the other waiting for someone to make a decision. Then, with her bosom heaving at the thought of resurrecting a threesome, Natalie took charge.

"You know, Lucas. Ever since you pressed your erection up against me the other day outside the cafe, I've ached to feel it again. To touch it, wrap my fingers around its girth and bring you off. Listen, if my age isn't putting you off, then let's fuck! I'd love Rose to join in and take part. It would be wonderful. She could watch you fucking me. I could watch you fucking her. Then the grand finale, where I could fuck Rose while you watch" Natalie looked across at Rose whose tacit approval sealed it for me.

Lucas tried to digest what Natalie was proposing. She sounded so blaise, but that wasn't surprising in the light of the fact she'd confessed to having threesomes with girlfriends and her husband. What had once been pure fantasy for him and Rose, was now about to take place and he was unsure of the next step. He contemplated the older Natalie in her black basque and stockings and his lovely Rose naked and recumbent, her wonderful tits hanging like ripe melons. Lucas voiced his thinking.

"Christ, Natalie." He said. "The thought of you and Rose fucking is mind blowing."

"I'm so glad you like the idea, Lucas, because the thought of parting her pussy lips and tonguing her clitoris is making me feel woozy with desire. But, before we get to that scenario, if you strip off I'll start by blowing something else for you." Natalie reached out and grabbed Lucas by the balls. "Come on big boy, let's get started."

Lucas was out of his clothes in seconds, leaving his proud erection twitching and wavering at the prospect of seeing it disappear between Natalie's full, red-painted lips. "Geez... us, Lucas, what a beautiful specimen of manhood." Natalie hissed dropping to her knees and taking his purple helmet between her lips in a single movement. The sudden intensity of pleasure caught Lucas off guard causing him to gasp and sigh. He trembled with excitement and felt his knees weaken, as Natalie began running her tongue around the sensitive, pulsating head, making him fear a premature ejaculation. Rose had been the only other woman to suck his cock and consistently did a good job. But Natalie's maturity was delivering something extra special.

"Oh, Rose," Natalie said taking a break from her cock pleasuring. "I think he's ready to fill a different hole. Are you well lubricated? Wet enough for what your husband and I want to do?"

Natalie was in commanding mode. She got to her feet, made her way to the bed, pulled Rose onto her back and pushed her legs apart. Then, kneeling between them, lowered her face to Rose's waiting cunt. She urged her nose along Rose's labial valley inhaling its moist fragrance and after pronouncing the perfumed pussy sweet enough to eat, she did exactly that.

Lucas watched on, fingers around his hard cock stroking slowly. He was barely in control of his senses, but retained enough nous to move closer for a more detailed observation. His brain was in overload staring at the scenario unfolding before him. The sight of his young wife totally in thrall to the mature Natalie was even more thrilling in reality than it was fantasising about such action. As Natalie licked and sucked at Rose's pussy, she held its bloated lips apart for the older woman's mouth to delve into and rummage wildly, the slurping, sucking sounds offering a symphonic accompaniment.

Lucas looked on, witnessing his wife in the throes of ecstasy -- an overused cliché, but in this case most apt -- being ravaged by the most gorgeous mature woman wearing the most exquisite lingerie; their bedtime fantasising being brought to life in a most dramatic fashion.

Rose had her eyes shut tightly, thrusting her pussy at Natalie's lips wildly and demanding more from the older woman. Lucas recognised Rose's desire to climax from the occasions when he'd used his fingers inside her velvet love tunnel. But he was viewing her present coupling with Natalie from a different perspective and he loved it. The fact her imminent orgasm wasn't being achieved as a result of his own fingers or tongue, but those of another woman, only incensed his lust further. His need to satisfy himself was imperative, and what better way than watching his wife and the mature Natalie engaged in lesbian loving.

For Lucas, the sight and sounds of an older woman creating magic on his wife's wet and proud vulva was astonishing. To him, the mature lady in question was the embodiment of sensual refinement and erotic ripeness, and as Lucas watched Natalie's mouth and fingers devastating Rose, his own fingers fingers responded exponentially, thrilling his erection to the edge of ejaculation.

His assessment of Rose's approaching orgasm was validated by Natalie, when she espied his urgent wanking. And, noting the swift movement of his fingers up and down his shaft, reacted by introducing a sudden change in her own passionate conduct. Natalie, flagrantly aware of her sexual dominance as a lesbian lover, acknowledged that both Rose and her husband Lucas were on the edge of cumming. So, she decided to bring their debut ménage to a climax -- so to speak.

Looking directly at Lucas, Natalie licked her fingers making a deliberate show of wetting them. She then inserted the two middle digits into Rose's pussy, making her squeal with delight. And as Rose felt them slide deeper and deeper she too looked at her acquiescent husband and saw just how much he was enjoying her descent into sapphic seduction.

Lucas found the girl on girl spectacle thrilling, exciting, too exciting as the very next second he perceived the familiar tell-tale tingle in his knob, urging him to speed up his wrist action. Natalie copied suit and sped up her own finger fucking. Past experience with other girls and women told her that Rose was on the very edge. Her orgasm imminent.

"Who is going to be first?" Natalie whispered looking anxiously between husband and wife. "Come on, you fucking little tease." She said to Rose. "I know you want to squirt, I can feel your cunt getting wetter. Come on you bitch, give me a little squirt while Lucas shoots his load into your juices."

The next voice in the sexually charged ambience of Natalie's bedroom belonged to Rose.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cumming. I can't stop." Instinctively, Natalie removed her fingers from the wetness of Rose's lush, plush cunt and watched her pent-up passion being released. Rose could not control herself and delivered an amazing, squirting orgasm for her audience. One, two, three warm jets shot from Rose's pussy hitting Natalie in the face, between her breasts and wetting her silky black basque. It was both mentally and physically exhausting for Rose who, when spent, laid trembling, basking in the afterglow of her first lesbian orgasm and watching Natalie's fingers wipe away her warm juices.

"Look at me, Natalie." Lucas demanded unsure of Natalie's reaction. He nevertheless took a step closer to her upturned features, grabbed a handful of her short hair and expended his own pent up emotions. Spurt after spurt, creamy white ribbons of sperm found a resting place on Natalie's face and cleavage, mixing with Rose's wet deposits to produce a sexual coalescence that delighted the older woman.

And, even as Lucas was recovering from his blissful deliverance, Natalie ran to the bathroom to view for herself the physical results of her sapphic encounter with Rose and the heterosexual adventure with Lucas. She re-entered the bedroom moments later and leaned against the door jamb smiling lasciviously.

"Well, you two. I think we've got a lot of fun ahead. Rose, come with me. We'll take a shower together while Lucas uses the other bathroom."