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Good Enough to Eat

Good Enough to Eat

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When Ashley arrived, Russell was outside firing up the grill. I let her in and gave her the once-over.

Her hair was up, her blouse showed cleavage, and her skirt was short with a slit up one side. I was wearing an equally short skirt and a top that showed even more cleavage.

Ashley moved closer and pressed her boobs against mine. “Does your husband know about our plans for him tonight?” she asked as I led her into the kitchen for a drink.

“Not yet, but when he sees the way we’re dressed, he’ll begin to wonder.”

When Russell came in with the steaks, we had a marvelous dinner and kept the conversation light. “Honey, don’t you like our outfits?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah. You two look good enough to eat!” he said.

“Hmm, good enough to eat. Now that’s a thought,” Ashley said. I ran my hand over his leg, dangerously near his crotch, before getting up to clear the table. “Ashley, he’s getting a boner,” I said with a wink.

She put her fingers on him as I quickly set the mood, turning off the lights and lighting some candles. When I returned to them, she had pulled off his pants and was slowly stroking his ever-hardening prick. We finished stripping him, led him to the couch, and plopped down on either side of him. I pulled Russell to me and drew his tongue into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ashley lower her head until she had his dick in her mouth.

Then she raised her head and offered me his cock. I slid him into my mouth. I was on my knees, and when I felt a hand between my legs, I moaned and opened them a little. When those fingers pressed my silk panties between my pussy lips, I almost lost it.

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