Dan got the promotion but for Irene it was a decidedly mixed blessing. The additional money was nice, but the additional responsibility kept Dan at work longer. His hours were no longer regular. Many evenings Irene ate dinner alone and was already asleep when Dan would finally arrive home.
It was just such a lonely evening when Michelle phoned and invited Irene to have dinner with her and her husband. Irene accepted eagerly, not anxious to spend another evening watching TV and wondering when Dan would arrive.
Irene dressed casually for the dinner party in slacks and a pullover sweater. As she made a last-minute check of her hair and makeup in the dresser mirror, Irene smirked. Another wicked thought blazed across her mind. Maybe she and Michelle could get together for some sexy dessert after Michelle's middle-aged husband trotted off to bed following dinner. It would be a pleasant way to end a neighborly dinner, she concluded, giving her big tits a playful squeeze through her sweater. She left the house with a wanton grin.
She rang the bell, and was pleasantly surprised when Michelle's husband, Gus, opened the door and ushered her inside with a spattering of compliments.
"My, my, what a beautiful young lady you are," Gus said leading her into the living room. "Does my old heart good to be in the company of such two exquisitely sexy ladies this evening. Now, my dear, what are you drinking?"
"Whatever is convenient," Irene said, smiling and sitting on the sofa.
She had a nodding acquaintance with Gus Daniels, but this was the first time she had been invited into his home while he was present.
Immediately, she found him a dapper, energetic man, trim and tanned and obviously in good shape for a man in his mid-to-late fifties.
"I was mixing sonic martinis when you arrived," Gus said, pouring her a glass from the pitcher, "I think this will refresh you, my dear."
"Darling, Irene looks plenty refreshed to me without the booze," Michelle said, laughing as she entered the living room. She kissed her husband sweetly on the cheek, then beamed at Irene. "You look marvelous as always, honey."
"Thanks. So do you," Irene said, admiring Michelle's sexy, tight-fitting blue silk dress.
Michelle took a glass and sipped her martini and crossed one shapely leg over the other.
"To the two sexiest ladles in the neighborhood," Gus said in toast, lifting his own martini.
The two women chuckled, then the three sipped their drinks, Gus sat on the arm of Michelle's chair and draped his hand over one tit. He performed the motion with casual ease, and Irene was impressed by the couple's obvious closeness. She instantly wondered how much of Michelle's earlier complaining about her sex life was warranted. She suspected that Michelle had a hot pussy that needed lots of attention. Irene ginned and sipped more of her martini. After all, she thought, it seemed to be her own problem as well.
They chatted for several minutes, and Irene was soon squirming on the sofa while watching the way Gus continued to fondle and rub his wife's tit through her dress. Gus continued to spread out compliments to both women, and when Michelle excused herself to check on the dinner, the middle-aged man moved across to Irene. Smiling down on her, he surprised her by touching her thigh.
"I'm sure your legs are much too pretty to cover them with slacks," he said, winking.
"You're so right, Gus," Michelle said, coming back into the room and sitting beside Irene on the sofa.
Michelle ran her hand up and down the younger woman's thigh and smiled. "It's a crime to cover such sexy legs."
Irene turned from one to the other. She felt light-headed from the martini and vaguely aware that both Gus and Michelle were stroking her thighs.
"Why don't you take off those damn slacks?" Gus said huskily, leaning forward and caressing Irene's back.
"Yes, honey, you should get more comfortable," Michelle whispered, still fondling her thigh.
"Well, I don't know…" Irene murmured as husband and wife unzipped her slacks and tugged them down over her ass.
"That's much better," Michelle said as Gus drew the slacks down to Irene's ankles and finally off her feet.
"She has such lovely skin," Michelle said softly. "Doesn't she, Gus?"
"You weren't lying, dear," Gus said to his wife while fixing his leering grin on Irene's face. "Such nice, silky legs were made to show off."
Irene squirmed uneasily on the sofa, feeling more naked than she actually was. After all, her panties provided very skimpy cover as she felt the husband and wife eyeing her bushy cunt through the thin material of her bikini panties.
"I really shouldn't be sitting here this way," Irene said with a weak giggle.
"Don't worry, darling," Michelle cooed soothingly. "I'll take of my dress if it'll make you feel more comfortable."
Before Irene could react, Michelle was up and slipping off her dress. Quickly, Michelle stood in front of Irene with her legs apart and her hands on her hips, displaying her luscious, curvy body proudly.
"You see?" Michelle said. "I'm not ashamed of my legs."
Gus chuckled and reached for his drink, but suddenly froze in mid-motion when his wife knelt down between his legs and reached for his fly.
"Hey, wild woman, what are you doing?" he protested amid his raspy chuckles.
"I think Irene would be much more comfortable if you were also half undressed," Michelle explained, going about the chore of unzipping her husband's fly and fishing out his prick.
Irene gasped at the sight of Michelle withdrawing her husband's throbbing cock.
Michelle smilingly gazed up at the horny blonde housewife and winked. "This is what both of us crave, isn't it?" Michelle said to Irene, shaking her husband's prick.
Irene blushed and glanced nervously at Gus who merely grinned back at her. Irene squirmed again, her nervousness competing with the sudden flaring of arousal.
"My dear, you mustn't be embarrassed," Gus scolded mildly. "Surely you've seen your share of these things?"
Michelle giggled throatily and started stroking her husband's stiff prick. "That's an understatement," she said, winking at Irene.
"Gus knows about us, dear," she whispered. "I've told him everything. We have nothing to hide."
As if to prove her point, Michelle slowly lowered her head and opened her mouth over her husband's cockhead. With Irene gasping in surprise, Michelle swirled her tongue up and down her husband's cockshaft and caressed his balls with her fingers.
Irene blushed as she gazed at the lewd scene. Despite her embarrassment, she felt a trembling excitement filtering through her nerves. It was quite an arousing spectacle.
"Don't feel left out, my dear," Gus said to Irene. "Surely you two ladies won't mind sharing me." Irene's pussy felt especially syrupy as she slid down to the rug at Gus' feet. She leaned on his leg and ran her tongue lightly over his fuckmeat.
Gus tangled his fingers in both women's hair and Irene felt his prick pulsate under her lips. When Michelle released his cockhead, Irene sucked the prickhead into her mouth. And when Michelle grabbed the cock away from her, she pressed her lips against his ball-bag. For a few seconds, the women tried to outdo each other in their quest to gluttonously devour the middle-aged man's prick and balls.
Finally, Michelle and Irene settled on an unspoken accommodating arrangement whereby they took turns sucking the bulbous cockhead and nibbling on the surprisingly plump fuck stalk. They took turns toying with the man's balls and dribbling their spit over the hairy sac. Irene eventually feasted on the man's balls, nuzzling her nose against the base of his prickshaft while Michelle concentrated on her husband's cockhead.
Irene drenched his balls with saliva and sucked first one and then the other into her mouth. She sucked them both in and closed her lips over the root of his ball-sac. She moved both balls into first one cheek and then the other, alternating the lusty procedure and thrilling the alder man in the process.
She soon realized that Michelle was staring at her. Michelle was pumping her husband's prick and gazing at Irene's ball-filled mouth. Michelle was turned on by the sight, and Irene thrilled as she realized how horny all three of them were.
"I can't wait any longer to get him naked," Michelle hissed, suddenly tugging on her husband's slacks and shorts.
Irene giggled girlishly as she helped. She took hold of the older man's shorts and pulled them down over his legs. Michelle grinned lewdly as she watched the younger woman boldly strip her husband. Gus swooned and offered no struggle as the women undressed him on the sofa.
"I seem to be at the disposal of you ladies," Gus said, smiling brightly as he sat back naked against the sofa cushions. "Treat me good, ladies. And don't forget to give my asshole some attention."
The women exchanged smiles as Irene moved a hand over the older man's ass. Michelle closed her moist lips over his cock-knob and slid her lips eagerly over his prickshaft just as Irene slid a finger along Gus' asscrack, searching blindly for his asshole.
Gus gasped, then groaned when Irene slid her finger inside his bung. She churned her finger around inside the flexing shitter while Michelle slid the ring of her lips all the way down his cockshaft. Gus lurched up and blurted that he was about to come.
The women paid no attention to his announcement, but merely continued their work on him. A few seconds later, Gus growled and humped vigorously on the sofa, fucking his spurting cock deep into his wife's mouth.
Michelle reacted immediately. She jerked her head off his spewing prick and directed his spunk over her lovely face. A thick spurt hit her lips and she licked it up as the next wad splattered her cheek.
Irene thrilled to the lewd sight as she kept drilling her finger deeper and deeper into the man's asshole. She gazed at Michelle's jizz littered face and wiggled over beside the sexy brunette. She gripped the man's pulsing cockroot in her left fist and directed his spurting prick toward her own greedy mouth. A glob of pungent-tasting jism filled her mouth and she clamped her lips over his cockhead and took the rest down her throat.
Michelle pushed Irene aside and took the last few drops into her own mouth. When she could get no more out of his piss-slit, she sucked his soft prick into her mouth and rammed her cunt against his leg as she brought herself off.
"I think we've found something much more satisfying than dinner to make us happy this evening," Michelle said, gasping as the last of her shuddering climax faded across her nerves. She beamed a bright smile and smacked her lips. "Let's get to a bed!"
The three of them made a mad dash into the master bedroom, giggling and squealing as they made lewd grabs at each other. Gus sprawled out leisurely on the bed while the two women finished stripping. He obviously enjoyed the visual delights as their mammoth, shapely tits came into view. He laughed hoarsely when the two women started examining each other's tits and fondling the ripe melons.
"You two don't forget about me," he protested mildly. "Might as well use me while I'm here."
"Well, Gus, in that case, you should get to work," Michelle said with a smirk as she climbed onto the bed. "Why don't you eat Irene's cunt now?" she suggested to her husband as she stretched out beside Gus and started pulling on her enormous pink nipples.
"Sounds marvelous," Gus said, turning to Irene with a broad smile. He licked his lips eagerly as his eyes riveted on the blonde's golden cunt muff.
Irene trembled with excitement as she positioned herself on the bed and spread apart her lovely legs. Michelle leaned on an elbow and watched as Gus scooted around and buried his head between the blonde's thighs. He stabbed his tongue inside the puffy tissues of Irene's cunt and made slurping sounds.
"Don't you two let me interrupt a thing," Michelle said as she moved behind her husband and knelt in front of his ass.
She pushed her face under his crotch and sucked his cockhead into her mouth as he worked on Irene's pussy. Gus raised his ass to give Michelle access to his thickening prick while he rubbed his face against the slimy folds of Irene's slick pussy.
Michelle sucked his balls into her mouth and Irene strained to watch even as glorious sensations blazed through her own nerves. The middle-aged man was quite a cunt-lapper! His tongue was swabbing vigorously over her spasming pussy folds, delighting her sensitive tissues and making her squeal joyously.
Irene cried out when Gus finally shoved his stiffened tongue directly into her overheated fuck-tunnel. The young blonde shrieked and convulsed and fucked back against his pistoning tongue as if a nectar-glazed prick was fucking up into her shuddering cunthole.
"Ooohhhhh, my God!" she bellowed, savoring the exquisite pleasures that rang her senses. "Tongue me, Gus! Ooohh, yyyeesss! Eat my pussy, you wonderful old bastard! Aaahhhh, that's it! That's driving me wild!"
She corkscrewed her ass in small, tight circles, urgently humping her cunt into his invading tongue. Her shrill squeals pierced her own ears as a violent orgasm erupted in the churning depths of her cunt.
Meanwhile, Michelle was getting off sucking her husband's plump balls and twitching cock. She strained as she wedged her head between his spread knees from behind, munching greedily on his fuckmeat. Irene's mounting pleasure and excitement seemed to ignite similar responses from the lusty brunette, and she worked furiously to gobble up her husband's growing prick.
Irene was screaming through her second orgasm when Gus suddenly lifted his face away from her spasming pussy and peered down on her with glistening lips. His sudden movement dislodged Michelle, but the brunette didn't seem to mind. Michelle quickly scrambled over and straddled the blonde's head before lowering her pussy down onto Irene's mouth.
Gus lifted Irene's legs and draped them across his shoulders. In the next instant, Irene felt the older man's saliva-glazed fuck-knob poking against her asshole. She squealed and gulped a gob of Michelle's furry cunt meat into her mouth.
Irene had little choice but to suck the brunette's cunt in a frenzy of lust. Irene licked the slime-coated cunt flaps and speared her tongue up into the flexing fuckhole as Gus hammered his prick deeper into her own squeezing shitter. Irene's cries were blocked by Michelle's pressing pussy, but the blonde didn't mind the suffocating feeling. She was totally delirious from the wild sensations consuming her body. The middle-aged man's prick was now fucking in and out of her buttery asshole, creating a fiery friction that melted her senses.
She continued to gluttonously suck and lick and tongue-fuck Michelle's gaping pussy as Gus fucked his cock in and out of her own shitter. Michelle cried out when she came a moment later, and fell over onto her back to recover while her husband kept fucking his cock into Irene's bung.
Within seconds, Gus sent a shower of foamy jizz into Irene's bowels, and the horny blonde housewife yelled as her own orgasm overpowered her. She thrashed wildly, screaming gleefully and loving the way her asshole clamped around the spurting prick.