Agree to the threesome with Sara's husband

It doesn't take you long to make up your mind. If Sara wants to tell her husband like this who are you to deny her? It's another fun experience you can share together and besides, you've always thought of Mr. Cleft as being pretty hot for a guy in his mid-40s.

You're still wrapped in a towel from the shower when you dial over to Sara's. She answers the phone with a sleepy voice that gets even huskier when she realizes it's you.

"Just couldn't stay away?" she purrs. "You're welcome to come back over."

"Let's do it," you say. "The threesome, I mean. I like your husband and I'd like him to have a really incredible experience to end things."

"Oh, baby, I'm so glad to hear your say that." You can hear the crinkle of bedding as Sara sits up in the bed. "Tonight I'll take him out for dinner and dancing. I'll make sure we're home by eleven. You come over and meet us in the bedroom. I'll tell him there is a surprise present waiting for him when we get back."

"Sounds awesome," you bubble. "I'll wear something sexy."

"Mmm, you always do," says Sara, then you hear Tommy's voice calling out in the background. "I gotta go, babe. See you tonight. And thanks."

"My pleasure," you say.

You spend the afternoon and evening lounging around. Your parents are both home and they seem really interested in what you're doing, but you manage to give them a plausible story about hanging out with one of your friends. At abought nine you take a long, super-relaxing milkbath with a lavendar scent. You massage your big breasts in the water and your hands move lower, but you resist the urge and save all of your sexual energy for this evening.

Once out of the shower you apply a body butter that makes you glisten and you spend a few minutes flexing your naked body in front of the mirror. You look hot and you know Mr. Cleft is gonna lose it when he gets a load of you. Or a load on you, you giggle.

You dress in sweats and a t-shirt with your real outfit tucked in a gym bag. At about 10:30 you sneak over to the Cleft house and up to Mr. and Mrs. Cleft's bedroom. You undress in the dakrness and sprawl on their bed. The finishing touch is a length of fat red ribbon that you tie in a bow around your breasts and lay over your bare pussy.

Your heart flutters when you hear the downstairs door opening and keys being left on the counter. Mr. and Mrs. Cleft are talking in low voices to one another, but you hear them as they approach the bedroom. Mrs. Cleft is still explaining the treat she has for him.

"You're really going to enjoy it," she says and you hear the door opening.

The lights flick on and Tom Cleft's eyes nearly bug out of his head at the sight of a stark naked, tanned, and very shapely teenager dressed only in a big red ribbon.

"Joy Applebottom!?" he sputters, but Mrs. Cleft smoothly brings him closer to the bed.

"It's that threesome you wanted," she coos. "I thought you would enjoy spending some time with me and Joy from next door."

"She's 18, right?"

"Yes!" you and Sara say at the same time.

Okay, enough with the chit-chat. You've been looking forward to getting the action going since you made your decision. It's time to choose your target. You eye them both, dressed to the nines, and you wonder where to begin.