The Panty

"The panty...," I breathe, "Give it to me."

The silver-haired woman raises an eyebrow, but bends down, and picks up the discarded piece of underwear, letting her big boobs swing freely under naked body in the process. After straightening up again, she lets the piece of lingerie dangle from her long, dainty index finger and approaches me, her wide hips swaying seductively from side to side with each step. As she stops a foot away from me, I eye her delicious, wet pussy in front of me up close and take in the sweet, beguiling scent that emanates from her sex.

"I am not here because of the panty, darling, am I?"

"Well...," I reply, take the panty from her finger, and look up at her before pushing the lacy fabric against my nose and taking a deep breath.

It is clearly the same scent that came from her sex, telling me that the mature woman has been aroused for quite a while, and for the first time since I met the captivating woman, I notice her composure crack a little as her cheeks redden slightly.

"If your future husband was still here, I would push your face down my crotch right away and make you taste me until I cum all over your face!"

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I imagine the silver-haired woman taking control of me and introducing me to lesbian love in such a dominating way. My clit throbs gently and for a split second, I wish she would just go for it. But instead, she turns around and struts back to the painting to pick up the paintbrush and finally put some paint to the canvas.

Silently, I watch her curvy hips sway as she moves, her ample breasts bouncing gently with each step. I admire her naked form and the way her smooth skin glows in the sunlight that streams in through the large windows of the mansion's foyer.

As she paints, she seems to forget my presence and gives me the chance to have a look at every inch of her gorgeous, ripe body. Every soft curve. Every cute freckle. Every small wrinkle.

While I watch her moving around and capturing my naked body on the canvas, the words she just said to me go through my head over and over again.

Future husband.

In the morning after the most intensive fuck of my life, I have slowly surrendered to the idea of another round of being the unusual couple's willing fucktoy but maybe it is more for them than just a game.

Does she want me to be her husband's bride? A concubine for their pleasure?

Or does she want me to bear him a child she isn't able to give him? After all he didn't use a condom and filled me up with his hot seed... But I take the pill, so he won't knock me up just like that.

"Stay like that!" The mature woman's voice suddenly yanks me out of my thoughts.

Not moving a muscle, I watch her strolling to the entrance door and opening it for a man in a business suit who looks about as old as herself.

"Hey honey!" The man embraces the naked woman in a tight hug, lifts her off the ground, and spins her around.

"Hubs! I have missed you so much!" the naked lady replies, cups his face, and gives him a quick kiss before he puts her back down on her feet.

They kiss again, this time with more passion as the man's hands roam over the mature woman's nude body, eagerly stroking her head, her back, and her soft butt cheeks.

After a while, the man suddenly breaks the kiss and turns to me, "Is this the girl he fell for?"

"He has told us so much about you!" the man says, quickly approaching me, "But you are even more beautiful as I imagined!"

My heart skips a beat as I realize that I am still completely naked, in a **** pose showing off even the most intimate parts of my body. Still I don't feel his gaze leaving my face for a single moment. With a friendly smile, he cups my face, lifts my head, and bends over me.

I already expect him pushing his tongue into my startled mouth to start a deep, sloppy kiss but instead, he gives me a quick cheek kiss left and right before whispering into my ear, "You are clearly special if she already offered to paint you!"

The man stands back up and gives me another warm smile before turning back to his wife, "As much as I would enjoy to join the both of you, I need to attend an online meeting I cannot postpone."

"Do not worry, we are not going anywhere," the mature woman smiles as he hastily leaves the foyer.

"He... he is your husband? But... but what is with...?"

"We are just friends. We all enjoy each other's company...," the silver-haired woman says, taking place at the edge of the bench I'm lying on and reaching for my exposed tit.

"And bodies...," she adds, gently stroking over my sensitive skin.

"And we would love if you choose to join us," she finishes, leaning down and giving me a deep and passionate kiss while gently squeezing my hardening nipple.

"MhhMMHH!"