Best Friends Pt. 7

The three of you had a very enjoyable dinner. You had discreetly slipped a few notes to the maitre d' who then escorted you a table at the corner of the balcony, away from all the other diners, where the lights were dimmer. Sarah sat opposite to the two of you while Karen nestled comfortably beside you.

After the waiter had taken your orders, you were pleasantly surprised to feel Sarah’s bare feet on your lap, gently kneading and pushing into your crotch. Next to you Karen flips the hem of her skirt above her waist, exposing her pussy and thighs. You watch in fascination as the cool night air covers her bare pussy in little goose bumps. You take one of Sarah’s feet and place it between Karen’s legs, letting her rub her crotch on the ball of Sarah’s foot. You’re extremely grateful that the restaurant uses long, thick tablecloths while you massage the other foot below the table.

While all this was happening below the table, the three of you were having a normal, pleasant conversation. Sarah and Karen were, at any rate; you were having difficulty concentrating on pleasuring Sarah’s foot while trying to talk to them at the same time. However as the evening wore on, it became easier for your brain to segregate the naughty fun under the table from the non-sexual talk above it, letting you fully enjoy both. The rising sexual undercurrent between the three of you excited you, helped by the occasional soft moans from Karen and the brief eye-rolls of pleasure from Sarah.

Once your table was cleared of dinner (the three of you were careful to look modest when the waiters were around), you ordered drinks for all. Karen adjusted her skirt and said, “Sarah and I need to visit the ladies room. We won’t take long.”

You knew what she wanted to do. Smiling, you reply, “I have no problem waiting, love. There’s no hurry.” She gives you a quick kiss as she and Sarah head off to the bathrooms. You settle back, trying to moderate your excitement at what the girls were up to.

True to her word, the girls are back within ten minutes. Sarah comes up to you and gives you a sudden kiss. You kiss back, pleased to discover the taste of Karen’s pussy on her lips. Once you break off, Karen turns your head and kisses you as well.

“Well,” you gasp after she breaks off as well, “that was great. I thought you two would be there much longer.”

“Karen didn’t take much time to cum,” Sarah says, taking a big gulp from her drink. “Damn girl, my mouth’s all dry.”

“What can I say: I haven’t been fucked by a cock yet. Your tongue isn’t deep or thick enough,” Karen replies, her hand pressing down on your lap.

“When we get home babe,” you promise. “We can leave now if you want.”

“No, not so soon. I’m enjoying this breeze.” She exposes her pussy again while Sarah moves over and sits at your other side. She casually places her hand on your crotch as well. Karen snuggles close to you, her breath warming your neck. “Hey Sarah, tell him about the time you tied me up and let Jakob use me for the whole day.”

The three of you sip your drinks and order more rounds as Sarah narrates the story in detail, their hands kneading and rubbing the crotch of your pants, making your cock erect. They skilfully tease you, never letting your cock cross the threshold as Karen tells you of more stories of her fucking Jakob. The pressure in your crotch grows inexorably from the combination of their hands, the **** and the sheer naughtiness of hearing your girlfriend openly tell you how much she enjoyed fucking another man’s cock. You try to relieve some steam by kissing them occasionally, hoping that the wait staff got a good view of that. Finally, half drunk, you beg them to let you off and return home: you were **** to pound Karen’s unfulfilled pussy.