Laurel and Meghan

You and Elena rinse yourself off from another round of each other and turn off the shower, sharing kisses as you do. You step out of the shower enclosure to the sounds of mewling moans. You see Meghan with her head thrown back, her elbows on the edge of the tub. Her legs are over Laurel's shoulders, her pussy pressing against your wife's mouth. You enjoy the sight for a moment, then enjoy Elena's expression as she takes in the view. She looks at you and nods with understanding, raising her eyebrows.

Meghan is crooning and moaning with the ministrations of your wife's talented tongue. She insensate with orgasm, moaning and twitching, her body writhing as she comes. You touch Elena's arm and hand her a robe, gesturing her out of the room.

"Unless you want a piece of either of them," you whisper to her as you leave the room, shutting the door.

Her eyes are wide and surprised. "I never done a woman, vato. But that was fuckin' hot. Your wife, she's a smokin' bitch."

You kiss her softly. "So are you, Elena. So are you."

You show her to a guest room and bring her bag in. "Make yourself at home. Anything you need, use. Anything you can't find, ask." She purrs at you and embraces you, kissing your lips softly.

"You are bad and dangerous man, vato. But you have the love of that woman in there, and that counts for you. Maybe I find a man like you one day, vato."

"You found me."

"Yeah, but that blonde in there, she's your bitch, no matter who you fuck. I want to be some man's Top Bitch. I'll never be yours. But I can fuck you until I find that prime vato." She stretches and yawns, her sleek brown body utterly sexy. "I'm all fucked out, vato. You try my pussy again tomorrow, si?"

Smiling, you kiss her softly and pat her ass, leaving her to rest.