Put on the panties

You feel like you're in a daze as you step into Sylvie's pink silk panties, your cock practically throbbing against the soft fabric. She slides them up your legs, taking her time to savor each inch of exposed skin. When she finally steps back to admire her handiwork, you're left standing there like a statue, unable to tear your eyes away from her perfect form.

"Now," Sylvie says softly, "let's see what kind of magic happens when two sexy people like us get a little close." With that, she slowly undoes the top button on her shirt and looks at you, daring you to do the same. You hesitate for just a moment before mirroring her actions, one by one, revealing more skin until both of you stand there in nothing but your underwear—her impossibly thin body clad only in a lacy panties that show off every curve, crease, and dip perfectly, while you stand there like a nervous schoolboy, trying desperately to maintain eye contact with hers as she takes her sweet time peeling off her bra revealing two perky A-cups tipped with rosy nipples. Sweat trickles down your back and between your legs as you both slowly lower yourself onto the soft couch, your heart pounding in tandem with the sound of your labored breaths filling up the otherwise silent room.

Sylvie's hand snakes out and caresses the side of your face gently, her nails trailing lightly along your jawline before she slowly slips her finger into her mouth. Then she begins to tease her own sensitive nipple between her wet fingers.

As you watch in rapt fascination, mesmerized by the erotic show unfolding before your very eyes, Sylvie's hand slides down and starts massaging the bulge growing steadily larger in your pink panties. Her touch is feather-light at first, but it becomes bolder and more confident as she feels you growing harder under her ministrations.

You are so engrossed in the moment that you almost completely forget Jane is taking pictures of this entire encounter. When Sylvie leans and plants her lips on yours, you are able to see Jane standing behind her camera, still clicking away. But her pants are unbuttoned, and she has her hand inside them, rubbing herself.

As Sylvie teases your cock through your pink panties, her tongue explores the depths of your mouth. Her taste is sweet like honey and her breathing becomes more labored in sync with yours. Meanwhile, Jane continues to snap away at every intimate detail being captured by her lens.

Sylvie's hand starts massaging your cock more forcefully now, her fist tightening around it like a vice grip. You moan out in pleasure as she increases the pace of her stroking, matching the rhythm of their tongues tangling and twisting together in a sensual dance of desire.

You move your hand between her legs and are met with the immediate wetness that has soaked through her panties. Without breaking the kiss, Sylvie lifts her hips off the couch just enough to grant you access to her drenched panties. You move them to the side one swift motion revealing her glistening pussy lips, already swollen with anticipation.

As your fingers slide effortlessly into her warm wetness, Sylvie's moan of delight reverberates through both your bodies like a symphony of pleasure. She breaks the kiss reluctantly and gazes at you with doe eyes filled with lust as she continues to stroke your cock through the panties faster and harder in time with your fingers probing her sensitive depths. And you begin to hear moans coming from Jane in between each click of the camera.

As Sylvie's breathing becomes more ragged, she reaches down and starts massaging your balls through the panties, rolling them between her fingertips as if she's trying to drawing every last ounce of pleasure out of you. Meanwhile, Jane moans louder than ever before, her hand moving faster than ever before as she rubs herself frantically behind the camera.

The sound of fabric ripping fills the air as Sylvie finally tears off what little remains of your pink panties, revealing your hardened cock standing proudly for her hungry eyes to feast on. She positions herself over you and lowered herself slowly onto your cock, moaning in delight at the perfect fit that sears through both of them like lightning striking a wet blanket.

Jane's pants fall down around her ankles as she continues to masturbate herself furiously, her moans of ecstasy filling the room and echoing in your ears like beautiful music. The sound of their combined moaning is music to Sylvie's ears as she starts riding you harder and faster, taking all of you into her tight wetness with each powerful thrust.

You wrap your arms around Sylvie's waist, your fingertips tracing lightly over the delicate curves of her spine as you both lose yourself in this erotic dance of pleasure and desire. Jane's moans become more **** now, her hand moving faster than ever before as she approaches her own climax.

As Sylvie picks up speed, her nails digging into your shoulders with every powerful thrust, you feel the familiar pressure building up in your balls. You know you're getting close too, but you don't want it to end just yet—this feels too good, too perfect.

You realize the camera has stopped clicking and Jane is now sitting on the arm of the couch. Her hand is deep inside her panties rubbing herself to the slight of you and Sylvie.

The sight and sound of Jane's escalating pleasure only serve to fuel your own climax as it draws ever closer. And then, like a dam breaking apart, Sylvie arches her back and lets out a long, sensual moan that echoes in the air around you. You feel her tight pussy clenching down on you in orgasmic delight, milking every last drop of your essence from your cock as she rides you to oblivion.

As Sylvie's body goes limp on top of yours, her rhythmic thrusts become erratic and then stop altogether. She moans out one final time before collapsing forward onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she catches her own breath.

You look over to Jane just in time to see her face contort into a beautiful mask of orgasmic bliss. Her hand still buried deep inside her wet panties, she arches her back and lets out a long, primal moan that reverberates through your bones. A shiver runs down your spine as you watch Jane's body convulse with pleasure, her eyes locked on yours as she experiences the most intense orgasm of her life.

And then finally, it is your turn, Sylvie climbs off your lap and places her mouth around your member, as Jane inches towards you. The sensation of cool air rushing over your coated member feels like a cold shower after the infernal heat of your passionate encounter. You watch in awe as Sylvie takes your cock deep into her warm, wet mouth and begins to suck on. Her tongue flicks out and licks around the head of your cock. Then Jane joins her placing her mouth around one of your balls.

You moan in pleasure as their combined ministrations send shockwaves of bliss coursing through your body. Sylvie increases the pace and intensity of her sucking, taking more of you into her throat than you ever thought possible. Meanwhile, Jane's hand starts massaging your balls while she continues to tease them with her warm wet mouth.

As your climax draws near, you reach out and grab a hold of Sylvie's hair, anchoring yourself in the moment. You feel Jane's hand slide up and begin to stroke your shaft in perfect synchronicity with Sylvie's sucking. It's too much, you can't hold on anymore—you explode into Sylvie's mouth, filling it with a hot, sticky stream of your seed.

You moan out in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure wash over you, each one more intense than the last. Jane continues to milk your shaft ensuring every single drop of your essence makes it into Sylvie mouth, who swallowing it all down with a loud, satisfied gulp.

The three of you lie there, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience. Slowly but surely, your heart rate begins to steady itself and your breath returns to you in ragged gasps. Finally, you have enough strength to move and roll onto your side facing Jane.

She looks back at you with a mixture of lust and satisfaction written all over her flushed face. "That was...," she starts but can't find the words to adequately describe what just happened between them. "Thank you both for this incredible gift," she finally manages to utter.

Sylvie moves gracefully over and nestles herself next to Jane, her head resting lightly on her shoulder. She gazes at you with a look of love and contentment in her eyes. "Anytime, my sweet," she says softly.

"I think we should probably clean up before my husband gets home," Jane adds, breaking the spell that had been cast upon them earlier. With a groan, Sylvie's extricate herself from between you and Jane. You get up and start gathering up your clothes while the two of them attend to their own messy situations.

As you pull on your underwear and pants, you look over at Jane. She catches you looking at her and smirks wickedly before bending down and retrieving her pants.

"Husband!" You say with shock as registers with you what Jane said.

"Don't worry darling, he's probably off with some floozy of his own right now.” Jane reassures you, “he’s never home before 6 AM”

You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. "Right," you manage a weak laugh. You finish getting dressed as quickly as possible, trying not to think about him coming home early.

Sylvie and Jane are already nearly done with their own cleanup when you turn around to face them. They both look over at you simultaneously, each wearing matching smirks that say they both know exactly what's going through your head. You try and fail miserably not to blush crimson. "Uh... well... I-I better go," you stammer out lamely before quickly making your exit.

As the door closes behind you, you lean against it for a moment, trying to compose yourself. Then you look at your watch and realize you need to be at the airport in less than 2 hours.