Department Store (17 page)

I’d been totally scandalised when Felicity had pulled out our outfits for the evening before she disappeared into the shower. Actually, I’d been expecting her to insist on us showering together and was even quite looking forward to that but she’d demurred with a shake of the head and firmly closed the bathroom door. This left me looking aghast at the two matching outfits spread out on the bed.

Mine matched the outfit Charles had sent me home in the Sunday before, except this time there was actually some underwear to go with it, a tiny pale blue brief and half bra set complete with suspender belt and nylons. Felicity’s matched mine in every particular except the underwear was lemon rather than blue. The thought of wearing such a sluttish outfit, complete with the missing buttons, in front of Alan’s friend didn’t take very long to get me hot and flustered. Knowing Felicity would be dressed identically to me, with both men looking at us and her intentions toward my husband made it even worse.

By the time she came out of the shower, wearing just an on the small side towel, it was more than enough to get me moving toward her with a gleam in my eye. She playfully wagged a finger under my nose and steered me gently in the direction of the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Once under the stream of warm water I couldn’t help myself so very quickly used my fingers to bring myself off once more. I don’t think my moans carried beyond the bathroom but I couldn’t be certain they hadn’t.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Felicity was dressed in her sexy outfit and was brushing her hair as she stood looking out of the window. I was so glad the house backed onto open scrubland, I’d have been mortified if any of our neighbours had been able to see our performance this afternoon.

* * * *

The look on Alan’s face when he walked in the door to see me dressed like that was priceless. It doubled a moment later when I led him gently by the hand to introduce him to Felicity, dressed identically as she prepared the salad.

“Go and get showered and changed, honey. I’ve invited Pete over for dinner and to watch a film. You’ve got about twenty minutes.”

I could see he was bursting with curiosity but I’d given him no opportunity to ask questions and, defeated, he disappeared upstairs. In the intervening hour we’d tidied up the room and then stripped and changed the bed, there were no clues left as to the afternoon’s activities. The camera was set up in the den and the first DVD, actually the second one from Sunday, was cued in the player, with the one from this afternoon lying alongside the machine ready for a quick changeover.

Ten minutes later, with the steaks just on the griddle, the front door bell rang. Felicity sang out.

“I’ll get it.”

I moved to the kitchen doorway so I could watch as this vision in abbreviated denim opened the door. I so wanted to see his face.

“Come in, you must be Pete, I’m Felicity.”

He didn’t answer, he couldn’t, his face was an absolute picture, his jaw hanging open and his eyes travelling up and down her slim frame. She giggled.

“I do like it when a man pays me a compliment, even if he doesn’t use words.”

Pete still stood there, frozen to the spot, until she reached out and took his hand and gently tugged him through the doorway. As she closed the door behind him, he took the chance to turn and survey the rear view, not aware that I was watching him. They were both enjoying their roles immensely, certainly Pete was from the tent in the front of his trousers, but he wasn’t aware they were playing a game. Unfortunately the steaks needed my attention so I had to break up the gawp-fest as I made my own entrance.

“Hi, Pete, I see you’ve met my friend Felicity.”

Instantly he did a double take, realising we were dressed identically. His eyes travelled slowly up and down my body.

“I see what you mean, Felicity. His eyes are definitely paying me a compliment.”

Finally Pete spoke.

“I’m sorry, ladies, I am just stunned.”

“You and me both, bro, they won’t tell me anything about it.”

Alan joined the conversation from the stairs as he descended in a clean tee shirt and jeans. I could see where he was looking, from his angle of being still partway up the stairs he had to be able to get a clear shot of Felicity’s cleavage.

“Alan, be a honey and get the beers. I need to look after the steaks.”

As I turned and walked away, putting every effort into the sway of my ass, I knew three hungry pairs of eyes watched every little movement, and it made me horny; very horny.

* * * *

The meal was fun, I could have served the steaks burnt to a crisp, the salad stale and the two men would still have eaten it. Two pairs of eyes never even looked at the food as it was pushed mechanically into their mouths, instead they moved from one cleavage to the other, while both Felicity and I giggled our way through our own meals. I took every opportunity to bend forward over my plate and Felicity did the same. Every movement, every sway of our breasts, was catalogued and filed away for future retrieval in their memories. The sheer power of dressing so much like a pure slut had a sensuous quality all of its own.

After dinner we took the beers through to the den and I manoeuvred Peter and Alan to sit on the couch, with Felicity in between, while I sat in the oversized chair half facing them. Felicity sat down and promptly crossed her legs. Both sets of eyes went click! I crossed mine and they went click again.

“So, what movie are we going to watch?”

Pete’s question brought a giggle to my lips and Alan suddenly guessed my intentions as his eyes flew wide open in shock. I waited a couple of seconds but he just looked at me, not actually opening his mouth to complain.

“Well, Pete, it’s actually two films. One of which Alan has seen and the other is so new he hasn’t had the chance to yet.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, the first one was shot on Sunday and the second was shot this afternoon, in this very house in fact.”

I could see the penny drop as Pete connected my outfit to the one I’d been wearing when he’d briefly seen me on Sunday.

“You’re shitting me!”

I grinned at him.

“Alan, if you would please press the play button, the disk is already cued up.”

As the screen came to life Pete and Felicity’s attention was riveted on the screen. Alan, on the other hand, was watching me instead. I uncrossed my legs and then curled them up under me, exposing a huge expanse of thigh and just a glimpse of the pale blue underwear beneath my skirt. I saw his eyes fasten on the exposed flesh and then a flicker of relief passed across his face as he realised I was actually wearing underwear, unlike the last time he’d seen me dressed like this. He took a swig of his bear and winked back at me after I’d winked at him then settled down to watching the film, realising his friend was going to actually see me naked for the first time. Not only naked but being fucked by a stranger, more than once, something he had wanted to do himself since the moment Alan had introduced him to his new girlfriend and subsequent wife.

Watching the film with me half naked in the room had an obvious effect on Alan, magnified by a similarly dressed strange beauty sitting next to him. Pete was in hog heaven, two beautiful women, scantily clad in the room and his friend’s wife on screen removing her clothes, what man wouldn’t be? He knew I knew he lusted after me but was too good a friend to do anything about it. Here his friend seemed unconcerned as he was allowed to watch me performing sexual services for a stranger. It must have seemed unreal to him but the bulge in the front of his trousers was evidence of his interest in the on screen proceedings.

It was initially difficult for me to watch Charles talk me out of my clothes and then letting him fuck me with the two of them sitting there. Then I began to watch the three of them rather than the film, merely letting the film wash over me. As a result I caught Felicity’s first move just as Charles was seducing me for the second time on screen, this time in the lift.

She moved her top leg higher, allowing a gap to open between her legs, and gently placed a hand on the leg of the man on each side. Alan flinched but didn’t attempt to move her hand away, merely cocking an eyebrow at me. I simply smiled and I think he realised that I was obviously quite happy with whatever developed this evening.

Pete, on the other hand, tensed and looked down. Then, as her hands began to slide along the tops of their thighs, slowly massaging as she moved higher her, he put his arm across the back of the couch behind her. I had to giggle at the relative awkwardness of the move but he didn’t know what I knew so I suppose I couldn’t blame him. Felicity stretched her bottom leg out and slowly moved the top one up to cross her legs ankle over knee in a way that couldn’t possibly be said to be demure. Her hands slid up toward the bulges in the trousers of the men sitting either side. Pete’s hand dropped onto her shoulder and rested there. She stretched cat-like at the touch and I think at that moment Pete, not realising she was teasing my husband as well, must have thought he had scored!

It was fascinating to watch as she continued to seduce both men with the wife of one of them watching. From my angle I could see her crotch revealed below her crossed leg and noticed her exposed lemon panties were even more see-through than I’d realised. Pete’s hand dipped from her shoulder, making tiny circular rubbing motions on her skin as he slowly inched it down toward the exposed upper slopes of her breasts. Her hands arrived at their crotches just as on screen Charles ate me to an orgasm. Pete tore his eyes away from the screen to looked at me. I responded by lifting my legs out from under me and stretching them out in front of me. As I did so I allowed them to fall apart and the surreptitious movements of my fingers dragged the skirt higher as well as revealing my panties to anyone who cared to look. His eyes fixed on the prize as his hand dropped further onto Felicity’s chest and her hand locked around the tent in his jeans, tracing the outline.

As, on screen, Charles began to fuck me in the elevator I decided it was time to take, quite literally, a hand in the proceedings. Alan was engrossed in the film and enjoying the sensation of Felicity’s hand on his prick. Pete was also enjoying the same things and was proceeding toward what he saw as his goal, seducing her, not knowing Felicity was actually Alan’s for the evening and I was his.

I rose softly to my feet and moved to a position behind the couch. Pete must have assumed I was moving toward my husband and just about ignored me. He therefore jumped when I leaned over the back of the couch and ran my hands down onto his chest over the top of his tee shirt.

“Jeez. You startled me,” he whispered and both Felicity and I giggled softly. I brought my face down to the level of his ear and playfully nipped the lobe.

“You’ve got hold of the wrong girl’s tit there, sweetie.”

“What?”

I saw from the corner of my eye his hand jerk away from where he’d managed to bury it inside Felicity’s top. She pouted and then winked at me.

“She’s not yours tonight, Pete, she’s Alan’s. So, guess who is the date you are going to get lucky with?”

The look of shock on his face was a picture as I scooted round the end of the couch and plonked myself, none too gently, onto his lap, my legs flying up into the air momentarily, forcing the skirt to slide clear. With my arms wrapped around his neck he couldn’t escape as I moved in for some close contact of the lip kind. From the corner of my eye I watched as Felicity also moved to snuggle up to my husband and reach her now free hand around his neck to pull his face down to hers for a similar kiss.

After about a minute I breathlessly broke the kiss and he looked at me, his eyes filled with a combination of wonder and desire.

“Amy?”

I looked at him.

“Are you sure?”

Without answering I turned my gaze down to stare at my own exposed cleavage, knowing his eyes would follow. I was sitting sideways on his lap and the view was very definitely exciting.

* * * *

Alan was enjoying himself as well. He’d been with Amy for five years, the last three as husband and wife and he hadn’t ever thought about straying. Now an attractive scantily-clad woman who most definitely wasn’t his blonde wife had wrapped her arms around him and was kissing him soundly, her breasts moving against his arm. Amy had given him carte blanche and he had seen her sit on his friend’s knee and begin to kiss him. On screen Amy was performing her striptease in the department store electrical department and he knew what she would be doing there soon as well. Determined to enjoy himself, he gathered Felicity in his arms and began to kiss her back.

After a minute he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to the soft skin just below her chin causing Felicity to arch her back and throw her head backward, opening herself to him. He lost no time, trailing his lips down over the inviting flesh and onto the up-swell of her breast. Now his teeth came into play, nibbling gently at the flesh causing her to squirm in his arms as he moved closer to the cloth barrier covering the tip. His hand came round from behind her to cup the other breast fleetingly before moving to undo the single button holding the halter in place. The tight denim flew open revealing the lemon cups of the half-bra that left her nipples exposed to the open air. Looking up before he settled his mouth onto the enticing target, he saw his wife had twisted round to sit with her back to Pete, leaning into him and watching him as Pete nuzzled her neck and his hands played on her flat stomach. Amy winked at him and he winked back before settling his mouth over Felicity’s exposed nipple. The tiny nub of flesh hardened dramatically under the stimulus and she moaned softly.

His hand moved to pinch the other one before dropping down onto her exposed stomach, moving toward the waistband of the skirt. Felicity had also disengaged one hand from his neck and returned it to its earlier prey where it now circled and squeezed his erection, bringing a gasp in turn from him. Slowly Alan’s hand travelled down over the thin denim of the skirt and began to scrabble it up into a bunch, exposing more and more naked thigh above the pale yellow stockings. Soon the panties were in view and his hand dropped onto her mound, eliciting another moan from the woman as she shifted to spread her legs to provide him with the desired access.

Already he could feel her dampness soaking into the thin transparent fabric as his fingers traced the outline of her slit through it. Another, loader moan split the air, and he looked up from the breast he was teasing to see Pete release the bra that was now the only scant covering Amy had above the waist. Already Pete had his fingers inside her panties and was obviously manipulating her pussy at the same time.

He felt Felicity shift her attack to unzip his fly as he wormed first one, and then a second finger under the leg band of her panties to stroke the delicate folds of skin there. Like Amy, she kept her actual pussy completely shaved, he could feel some tiny hairs above it but that was all. As his freed cock sprang into her hand she moved, pushing his mouth and hands clear of her body as she jack-knifed into a position crouching above him and lowered her face to his crotch. She engulfed most of his length in one movement, his body stiffening in reaction to the warm wetness of her oral cavity.

Alan watched in disbelief as Amy raised her legs into the air and shimmied the pale blue panties off her hips, onto her legs and then folded them back onto her body to pull them free of her legs and away before lowering them again. They were splayed wide apart, giving Pete unfettered access to the prize that he immediately began to plunder. Moments later he heard a faint zipping sound as she manipulated his clothing beneath her, freeing his cock. Occasionally she had ridden her husband this way, saying it allowed him to play with all of her body whilst she did all the work and he realised he was a moment away from watching her do this to his friend.

Felicity continued to work on his cock, her mouth moving up and down its length in long swoops, alternating this with long locks and kisses from his balls to the tip. She knew his attention was elsewhere and was content for now to allow him to watch closely as Amy positioned herself to accept Pete into her. The sheer eroticism of the sight was pushing Alan closer and closer to the limit.

* * * *

I knew Alan was watching me as Felicity concentrated on blowing him, but I didn’t care. In fact I did care, I wanted him to watch as I finally granted his best friend’s wish by letting Pete sink his length into me. Mind you, I wanted them both to know I was in control, apart from the fact that Charles was controlling me via Felicity of course.

I spread my legs wide apart, feet on the edge of the couch as Pete clasped my naked breasts in his hands. The contact of his work-roughened palms with my tender engorged nipples almost made me come there and then but somehow I controlled the impulse and positioned my lower body above his cock. I arched my back by the simple expedient of leaning my head down on his shoulder and used one hand to move his turgid prick into position. I lowered my ass back down onto his stomach and guided the end into my waiting and pulsing pussy.

The feel of Pete inside of me as his fingers curled around my nipples with Alan watching was indescribable. Each time I lifted myself almost off him, before dropping back and thrusting him into me, Peter pinched my nipples and buried his lips on my neck. I knew by morning I would have one hell of a love bite but I didn’t care. I didn’t even care about Alan watching anymore, merely about obtaining my own release. Felicity moved faster as she worked on Alan’s cock, trying desperately to ensure he came at the same time I did.

Thrust after thrust brought me closer and closer to the peak.

“I’m cumming!”

The cry was torn from me and I could feel Pete swell inside me as well. My legs ached from the effort of keeping my position on his lap but at that moment nothing mattered. I screamed as the orgasm took hold and carried me away. As if from far away I could see Felicity take her mouth off Alan’s cock and pump it with her hand as he came in huge spurts all over her pretty face.

Spent, I allowed Pete to extract himself and pushed myself into a standing position. Felicity came up to me and kissed me passionately before breathing, “Clean your husband’s jism off my face.”

I had tasted my husband’s cum many, many times over the years but nothing prepared me for this. Licking his cum off her face was easily the most erotic thing I’d done so far and it was quite obvious from their expressions that both men felt very similarly. In the background you could see Charles paint my face with his cum as I licked my husband’s off Felicity’s face. I came again, unable to stop the swelling of lust within me.

She leaned back and looked at me.

“Slow down, honey. We have the second film to watch yet.”

With a start I realised my husband was now going to watch me have sex with a coloured man and another woman, watching it for the first time.

I smiled at her.

“Let’s have another beer first. Give these guys the chance to recuperate.”

“Don’t worry, Amy, we’ll give them a show that’ll recharge them. She playfully smacked my ass and grinned at me.