"It won't, baby. I love you too."

Jess smiles as you respond. "So I don't really have anything to worry about tonight, do I?" she says. You can tell she's nervous and she reaches for the soap to begin cleaning herself. You stop her, taking the soap and grabbing the washcloth before she can reach for it.

"I got it. And no, you've got nothing to worry about, Jess. I'm not going anywhere." Jess nods her head, closing her eyes.

"Sorry, I'm just really nervous." You begin gliding the washcloth over Jess's shoulders, taking care to be gentle as you make your way down her back.

"Me too," you admit softly. You admire the curviture of Jess's spine as her hips flare out below her waist. You continue to rub her sides with the washcloth, doing your best to avoid her ass for the moment. Jess sighs as you begin to relax away her tension. "But I'm also really excited," you whisper, kissing the nape of her neck as you continue your gentle cleansing. Jess moans slightly.

"Do I have anything to worry about?" you ask teasingly, in a soft voice. "Do I have to worry about Sara seducing my girlfriend?" You continue bathing Jess and she chuckles. She thrusts her ass towards your groin, but you ignore her demands, moving back over your girlfriend's soft shoulders. She leans back, giving you more access to her front, but you pull away again, sliding to the side, but doing your best to avoid her firm tits. She sighs, but shifts as your hands move ever closer to brushing her breasts. You deftly avoid contact as you play a little cat and mouse with Jess's erogenous zones.

She finally turns and thrusts her chest out. Her dark nipples stand out, pointy and hard. You smile at her and soap up her stomach, moving down to her hips, but still avoiding the object of many of your lustful dreams. Her breasts remain thrust out as you work, and you can see Jess's eyes narrow as she glares at you. "What?" you ask innocently. You brush Jess's left breast with your washcloth and her face relaxes. "Oh," you say, as if comprehending. "You want your perky titties washed? Do you want me to clean them so you can have two mouths suckling at your firm titflesh? Can you imagine your big-titted girlfriend sucking on this nipple?" You ask, suddenly in the moment. "While I take as much of your soft boob into my mouth and lick the nipple, like I know you love? I'll clean them now," you say, struggling to control yourself. Your washing is a bit more insistent, and Jess's breathing picks up almost immediately. Her nipples harden even more as you begin paying them special attention. "She ever sucked these before?" you ask, unable to keep the lusty tone out of your voice. Jess nods, her eyes closed.

"She always had me on top when she would. I'd lower my tit into her mouth and she'd do whatever she wanted. It was always incredible. She'd leave hickeys all over my breasts." Jess's hands float down to her pussy, but you pull her arms back and soap up the washcloth. Jess grins and spreads her legs.

"You are a good girl," you tease. "Anticipating my every move. I'm going to get that pussy nice and clean while you tell me about Sara's big titties, ok?" Jess puts a finger to her mouth, lowers her head and looks up at you.

"Yes, sir," she says, adopting that high, soft voice she used while describing her escapades earlier. You smile and run the cloth down between her legs, lightly patting her pussy as you do so. Jess breathes in quickly, then remembers her promise. "They're so soft," Jess begins. "You wouldn't expect a woman with that much tit to have soft ones, but they're real, so they hang a little lower than those playboy models. If you try to hold one, the skin just falls around your fingers. I used to grab as much as I could to squeeze them and Sara would just reach down and palm my little tits, almost hiding them. But hers are just too big." You feel your cock start to stir. "I tried to get one in my mouth before," she whispers playfully. "I couldn't get a third of it in. Sara tried stuffing my face with her tit. I started with the nipple and just kept opening my mouth, filling it with boob. Sara groaned, but if she'd tried any more, I would have suffocated. Not a bad way to go, though, huh?" Jess thrusts her crotch towards your busy hands and whimpers as she tries to get herself off. "I can't wait for you to get your hands on them, John," she growls, dropping the act. "They're amazing. And I know you of all people will appreciate her titfucking that gorgeous cock. I can't wait to see if she'll let me slurp your cum off of her titty. Fuck!" Jess falls forward against you, her wet body pressing against yours. Your throbbing cock bobs hungrily now, fueled by Jess's descriptions. She spasms as you continue "cleaning" her pussy, rubbing her clit through her climax.

"Enough," she whispers. "That was intense. I guess I really am turned on by the idea of watching you handle Sara's tits." She takes a deep breath. "And I might even follow through with slurping your cum off of her, if she'll let me." You smile and kiss her, and Jess lightly pulls the cleaning cloth from your hand.

"No more for you until Sara gets here, John. I know she wants to prep you for your big night when she gets here, so you won't have to wait long. Let me return the bathing favor, though." Jess washes you like you washed her, but without the attention to the naughty bits. She clinically wipes your cock down, halting when you thrust or react in other ways. Soon you're both clean, and you feel your cock start to deflate when Jess pulls the curtain back and the cold air strikes you.

"Brrr..." Jess covers her tits and you smile as you stare at her ass. "Get me a towel, you perv," she says playfully.

"Ah, ah, Jess. Who won the bet?" Jess rolls her eyes.

"I get you a threesome and you want me to play servant girl?" she asks pointedly. She sticks her tongue out. "Fine. Here's your towel." She steps out into the bathroom, cursing as the cold air hits other parts of her body.

She hands you the dry towel, and you begin toweling yourself off in the tub, washing Jess quickly dry herself on the bathmat. "I'll go finish getting dinner ready. Don't jerk off," she reminds you. "Sara will take care of you." You smile and watch Jess's firm ass bounce away as she goes to get dressed.