Solange consents, Joyce needs Gary's help

Gary closed his eyes briefly, listening to the sounds of the three of them masturbating. He loved hearing the wet, rhythmic strokes of the two women as they moved their fingers back and forth, and in and out of their pussies, and the husky sighs of their breathing. But when Gary heard Solange gasp, his eyes opened, and he saw Joyce’s hand move down from Solange’s knee and down her thigh.

"Would you like me to repeat what I did in our last session, or do you want me to remove my hand?" Joyce asked in a calm steady voice.

"Yes," Solange said. "Again. Repeat."

Joyce moved her hand over Solange's downy brown bush, cupped and squeezed her mound.

"Ahh," Solange sighed.

Here in the shade, Solange's oil-coated skin glistened more softly than when Gary had first seen her in the sun. But it was hot enough even in the shade. Joyce was visibly perspiring, with little drops on her brow, and her dark frizzy hair darker near her skin. Gary breathed in the women's scent. Though the scented lubricant covered the subtler edges, he could smell female sweat and pussy, almost taste it. Joyce's scent reminded him of her daughter, Gary's girlfriend. Solange...? Gary waited for a breath of breeze to drift from her toward him. The Vietnamese woman just smelled hot. Sexy.

Joyce moved her hand up and down, stimulating Solange's whole pubic area by gripping and shaking her mound of Venus.

"Ah-ahh, yes," Solange said. "Oh, in. In me," she asked.

Joyce looked around and paused, finding her carefully placed toys out of reach as she assisted Solange. "Gary, I need your help," Joyce asked, her voice still calm and steady. "Please..."