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Three Leather Jacket Tassels

By: RichardDickensAlcock



Notice from the author - To those who gave me their support on my two other works thanks a bunch and hope you enjoy this submission. To those who are reading me for the first time, hope you enjoy also. The characters in my works are connected but you don't have to read every submission to follow the storyline. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are 18+

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Let me introduce myself as Paul Morris, I'm a contemporary folk singer and harmonica player. Well known with my fan base but wouldn't say famous exactly. I'm originally from Texas, east Texas to be exact. I'm forty two years old, and more or less a newlywed. My wife Paulette is thirty-two and a real looker. 

When I first saw her the first thing I noticed was her rack. She was stacked, but without looking like a woman of loose morals. Although born in Chicago, she's my lady, my Southern Belle. Before her I was just goin' places with arm-candy, always lookin' to meet a good woman to take care of. 

When I met her, Paulette looked so healthy and tender with her hour-glass body; fleshy in all the right places! She had an ample bosom, a trim waist, and a round derrière, flawless porcelain skin, rich chocolate brown eyes, high cheek bones, a slightly up-turned nose, full lips, and beautiful natural chestnut and honey hair up to her waist; she was a real Georgia. I nicknamed her sweet-cheeks in bed because even in her thirties, her fine tush was perfect; not too big, not too small, just right. 

She has yet to give me a nickname in the bedroom. Paulette had been a dancing instructor, and also majored in drama at Concordia, her nickname there had been "the body." I'm an incredibly lucky man cause' we became two peas in a pod. I myself am still handsome. Six feet tall, weigh two hundred pounds, with a body like Brando, bit bigger. I have chiseled features, dark blue eyes, sandy colored hair, a handlebar mustache and long sideburns. 

Paulette and I shacked up together soon as we decided to get engaged, she moved into my house in LaGrange. I only live a few minutes away from Chicago, city where I'd been livin' in for the last eighteen years mostly for the work. Unfortunately I knew her ex-husband because he is also a folk singer and was in my circuit. We never really spent time together in the past because he tends to make enemies real fast. Unfortunately we have the same manager, Mr. Brown. 

Her husband's problem was he couldn't handle success. I hate to admit it but he could have been the next big thing; up there with Louie Ross and Huber Wilson. But he never really chased his dream. No ambition in that empty shell of a person. When she divorced him and her lawyers went after his assets the little prick started pitchin' a hissy fit. He took a swing at me and made contact, but I took it easy on him for Paulette's sake. I knew I'd feel bad anyway breakin' the sonofabitch's face, him being a singer like me.

I felt sorry for him although I heard he started playin' in a band with one of my idols, Hunter Allain of all people! As jealous as I was about him playing with a veteran banjo player of Hunter's caliber, I was happy to finally have him out of our lives. Happy to have my little miss carry my surname. 

I didn't exactly steal her from him either; she just got sick of him because he was a loser who couldn't take care of her. She was still workin' as a waitress when she was with him. Paulette was riding a burro and she split because she wanted to ride with a Tennessee Walker; he got his up 'n' comings! But what came next I never saw commin'. 

I loved all my neighbors and when I shacked up with my wife I knew she'd be in good company. I was real close to my neighbor Philip across the street but was never quite keen on his thirty year old wife Eny. Philip was a tad younger than me, thirty-eight and in the architecture and engineering field. He is a good man, you know the type. He was too good, almost, because Philip was ignorant to the ways of his woman. Inni, or Meanni, or Winney, not sure how to pronounce this but her name is spelled E-n-y. 

Because Eny had a reputation in the neighborhood for being a bad egg and more than just a little cracked I wanted my wife to stay away from her. And unofficially Eny had a reputation for being very liberal, as well as being the neighborhood's municipal cockwash if y'all see where I'm going with this; in spite of being married to Philip for seven years. 

These are only rumors, mind you. But I won't lie to you; she is a nice piece of ass. She has beautiful piercing turquoise eyes, intelligent features, straight eyebrows, platinum-blonde pixie styled hair, and a waif-like frame. Although she's skinny her body looks healthy enough. The only thing that don't sit too well with my taste is her small breasts. Eny has chests flat enough to land planes. 

Beauty has a price though, and Eny's came with a biggity attitude. Eny could never shut her yapper and she's stubborn as a mule; could have been a truck driver with her mouth. Eny is originally from New York City where my friend Philip met her; to his misfortune. She had been a beauty queen and runway model in her early years and had been pretty good at it; from New York, to Morocco, to Italy, to Paris, to L.A. Philip told me. 

Then she retired because she was way better at partyin' and developed a substance problem. I'm a singer and know how that works so I won't judge her on that. She got some help after that and somehow resurfaced as a real estate agent with Philip by her side. They settled here in LaGrange five years ago.

I hated her liberal ways and didn't really want her influencing my tender princess Paulette. When Eny first met my angel and my wife asked me about her I said; "That gal has been with so many fellas, she ain't nothing but a no count good for nothing hussy. Don't you go hanging around her type, Paulette, because she is a bad influence," Paulette agreed to only be polite toward her, but they still became good friends despite my warnings. 

I said to myself; don't worry yourself Paul because evil thoughts come home to roost. Paulette will surely be a good influence on Eny, not the other way round'. There was little I could do since we lived in a tight community. The boat really sunk when Eny sold the house Paulette once owned with her ex-husband in Frankfort. 

I hate to admit it but her looks really helped her sell off property like hotcakes. In spite of everything I trusted that my wife was ace high and would never go astray. I only questioned that trust when I noticed something was strange during dinner one night. My wife had spent that whole day with Eny, maybe some of the morning too. They had gone to Verrat's for lunch that day, my little wife's favorite restaurant. 

I arrived in the early evening in our compact SUV having picked our kids and Philip's up from their after school programs. Paulette has two from her previous marriage and Eny and Philip have one adopted child because due to her lifelong modelling career Eny refused to have any. 

I could sense a peculiar vibe coming from them as I walked in the house and sure 'nuff something was definitely up between em' gals. That little gamine Eny was with her trying to look innocent, but I could see through her facade. 

"How did your day go today Paul?" Paulette asked me with a half-smile.

"Why, I'm feelin' hunkey dorey today honey! Come here an' give your old man a cuddle!" I answered with my usual enthusiasm. Paulette walked toward me and kissed me on the cheek, but when I tried to really hug her, she froze up.

"Good Lord! I wonder what happened while everyone was away! Must have been something, heh Jeannie?" I said, eying her. Eny was looking daring that evening in a black long sleeve sheer top with a lacy black bra underneath and her tight black leather skirt. My wife always allowed herself to look wholesome and didn't disappoint in skinny jeans and a simple sleek button down shirt. 

"My name is pronounced Eh-nai, Paul! E H N A I...can you see my hand?" She said gesticulating, practically bouncing her two pursed fingers in the air, talking to me like a moron, pointing out every tiny syllable of her name.

"OK sure, whatever!" I said. 

"What happened today honey? You seem wore out," I said to my wife. I thought Eny and I had mended our fences, but apparently war was on. 

"Nothing, Eny and I had just had some lunch and I remembered a sad story from a trip I took with my parents and grandma when I was twenty. Eny gave me a friendly shoulder to cry on," said Paulette stepping away. And when I looked at that little cooze she was madder than a wet hen. 

"OK, OK, no reason to carry this on ladies," I said stepping out into the driveway to welcome Philip who was parkin' his car outside. 

After we all had dinner that evening Philip thought they were acting odd too and was fit to be tied. We were both smoking cigarettes by the porch and talkin'. He was thinkin' maybe his wife was using again, maybe they both were, other people in their lives we didn't know about scared us because we weren't young anymore, he couldn't put his finger on what it could be either.

"What do you reckon?" I asked.

"Maybe they're telling the truth, you know? Women. They cry over everything, Paul," he responded.

"That sad story, whatever it was, had to be sometin'," I returned rolling down my eyeballs out of habit.

"Maybe it's her divorce, Paul. Before you two were 'Paulette and Paul, the Pauls'' she had a husband for ten years," he replied.

"Nu-uh, I don't think so. Just be careful Philip, is all. Don't let the tail wag the dog, hear?" I responded.

We decided that before doin' things the hard way, before bringing in some outside help, we were gonna' try things the easy way. Philip and I kept an eye on them for the next few days and nothing came of it. But the two gals kept acting strange well into the summer. When we sent all the kids away to summer camp Philip and I really began to sweat, but we had some ideas for finding out the truth. 

I had to be at the recording studio at night, so could watch them during the day. My manager Mr. Brown had pulled it off for me without getting all choked up. Philip worked during the day and would keep close watch at night. We were gonna' find out what was happening, why they were so distant. Losin' a little sleep was a small price to pay. 

With the kids away at summer camp they had a lot of time on their hands and two houses to do whatever it was they was up to. But nothing seemed to be going on when I checked in on em'. Seems sometimes they went out for lunch, or shopping, sometimes they just stayed in their respective homes was all. 

Philip was checkin' in on em' secretly at night but it was the same deal. I didn't get a lick of work done on day because Philip kept textin' me in anger. The whole thing got old and stressful for both of us. 

Finally, Philip just had a heart to heart with his wife where they settled things, or should I say settled things with a bunch of her lies. I had Philip bellyachin' at me calling me paranoid, but I knew it was just her dirty tricks. I knew there was somethin' they weren't tellin' me and I was gonna' find out, I was determined come hell or high water.

Then one day I got lucky. Only problem was that this day was a real gully-washer. Nonetheless, getting a running start from my SUV I approached my house in a raincoat and looked through the window. I knew that my house was the better alternative if they were up to something bad because it was bigger, had less security. 

They were both home and I saw candles lit all over my house. I slowly entered my house dripping in rainwater. I went upstairs taking my rain coat and my boots off. On tiptoes I cached up opening my bedroom door a crack. When I looked I saw Eny and Paulette naked as jaybirds sleeping together. 

They were both curled together tight as pretzels, my satin sheets perfectly outlining their legs and hip joints. Eny's body had a few hickies on it; her back and neck mostly. I couldn't resist walking inside in my socks for a closer look. Eny was closer to the door, her back was to me. 

Carefully lifting the satin sheets on Eny's side over her naked body I knelt down looking at the tiny blemishes on her pure skin. She had her arms around my wife and Paulette's plump leg was draped over Eny's bony yet sensual calves. I could see my wife's perfectly pedicured foot over Eny as she slept. Two angelic warm bodies on my bed after lovemaking. 

Listening to Eny snore like a kitten I leaned myself further and crouched down. With my hand barely touching the curve of her lanky hips it traced itself downward. Her flesh felt like pure velvet, and I couldn't help leaning in for a taste as I stared at her tiny yet fleshy ex-model ass, running my tongue up her left ass cheek, leaving a slice of my saliva behind. After a while of starin' I bent in again and planted a soft kiss on the small of Eny's back, and left the house. 

That night when I called Philip he kept complaining and said it had to stop, that that he was losin' too much sleep, that I was too protective of my wife. Philip was as mad as a hornet and said nothing happened at night and that I was paranoid. That they went out to see a movie, sharing an umbrella and giggling all the way. 

He said something along the lines that what I was doing was low down and stupid; but it didn't make no difference to me. He was obviously content being happy as a dead pig in sunshine; "I imagine so, Philip. OK, forget about this then!" I replied with my head shaking in disappointment as he kept jawin' me to death. But I clipped his horns right quick, "Hey Philip, you know what, I'm fixin' tuh knock you out silly, my friend..."

"OK Paul, but I'm serious. I love Eny and trust her. This has to stop today!"

"Well it will, Philip. I said it would and it will, and I'll stick to it." I heard his finger pressin' the disconnect button on the dial-pad of his phone on the other side and the line died. I'm assuming you know what I was thinkin' with him out of the way, right?

So I decided to do things the hard way, and when my wife was out with her "close friend" for a few hours I hired a technician and had audio surveillance and some cameras installed. After about a week of listenin' and watching them when they were both in my house I found out when their next date was going to be and I took that day off. 

On that day the sun was out but it was still cloudy and very humid. I had told Paulette I would be taking a little trip because I felt like relaxin' at the dude ranch with some pals and go horseback riding. I even offered for her to come along but she turned me down flat sayin' she and Eny were going shopping the whole day. 

She believed my story and I just drove around that day in my suede leather jacket, my new black button down western shirt, blue jeans and my boots. The fresh smell of the tasseled leather jacket I wore soothing my nerves as I drove around realizing they were both home and probably at it again, my living room was filled with the same little scented candles again as I circled my house by car. 

I sat in my parked SUV a few blocks away from my house and observed the feed as it came in and glowed in front of me on a laptop monitor. The picture was a little choppy but I could quickly switch from one camera to a different one, and zoom in and out. When I was in the service I was the best helicopter pilot them boys had due to my 20/8 vision, that served me well at that moment because I didn't wanna' miss this. 

As I spied on them I couldn't believe what I was seeing, "I'll be a damned son of a bitch!!" I said under my breath. 

My wife was smoking a cigarette and she sat on a stool with her legs wide open, naked as a jaybird! Her beautifully pedicured bare toes were perched on the upper rung of the bar stool. On the opposite end of the room Eny, also naked, was curled on her back on our pearl colored bi-sectional sofa with one of its expensive pillows under her scrawny lil' sexy ass, both of her legs slightly open and bent at the knees as she masturbated uncontrollably to Paulette, her glossy mouth letting out aching whimpers and tiny squeals. 

Beside her lay a small variety of sex toys and lubricants. Then I saw Eny lift a huge bright dildo and bring it close to her vibrantly healthy salmon colored labia which she parted for my wife with two fingers. She put it against her entrance below a tiny fleck of curly blonde hair that remained above her pubis, and her labia peeled back as she began sliding it deep into her flesh, her mouth parting in ecstasy. Eny had the perfect little tucked in pussy. 

As the dildo stretched her tight inner vaginal walls and she penetrated herself, my wife was opening her legs wider apart, showing Eny the heaven between them few had ever enjoyed. Paulette's snatch was exquisite in its own way; suck-able pinkish lil' petals decorating the entrance to her delicious celestial box. I noticed that my wife had completely waxed her pussy.

"Start to fuck yourself, motherfucker!" My wife ordered. 

"Fuck yeah! I'm fucking my pussy for you!" Eny shouted. The dildo kept disappearing and reappearing from outside her tight as a mouse's ear little twat as Eny gasped. Then a sweaty Eny started asking her to do IT. Paulette took the cigarette by its tipping paper, carefully inserting the tip of its filter from her mouth into her lovely honey pot. 

The smoke from the cigarette kept rising as Eny cried out. Eny's adorable mouth was gaping as she cried out from the depths of her soul with her pretty eyes sown tightly shut, eyelashes like thread over her delicate eyelids. A powerful orgasm stirring out of her weedy body, Eny arched forward and I could see her rib cage poking through the flesh on her abdomen. 

After getting herself off Eny walked barefoot toward my wife. Eny took hold of the glowing cigarette inside my wife's cunt. With her fingers she gently dug its stained filter out. Eny's face was flushed from fucking herself, she was tuckered out. Holding the cigarette by its filter Eny took it to her lips. She casually put the filter in her mouth, taking a deep relaxing drag, filling her lungs with its blends. 

She stood with her other hand on her petite nude hips. When Eny decided to stoop down I zoomed in getting a good look at her slim back and tight little ass; "Damn that girl's a looker!" I whispered to myself. 

As she held open my wife's precious milky white thighs, Eny blew second hand smoke all over her pussy veiling it in a dirty white cloud. Eny's head then drew in past the nebula and began licking my wifey's twat, probing into her sex with her pink tongue. She held the glowing cigarette in her hand and I saw her head really work on Paulette's cunt. 

My wife took the cigarette from her hand and took a drag igniting the tip of the tobacco rod with searing ash. Eny covered my wife's inner thighs with little kisses before looking up at Paulette smoking the cigarette. 

Paulette took another drag as the tip of the tobacco rod flickered. After letting some traces of ash fall on the floor, looking down, Paulette blew another long stream of white smoke toward her genitalia and Eny's head as her lover fed hungrily from her pussy. 

On the monitor I saw my wife passing the cigarette back to Eny. Eny reached for a fresh cigarette from a pack; she igneted a new one hanging from her mouth with what remained of the used one. Then my beautiful Paulette noisily dragged another stool near her with her toned arm. 

Paulette leaned into the first stool with both her delicate knees lifting her ass in the air, her arms held onto the seat of the second stool and Paulette crouched down. My wife opened her mouth and after Eny took a few drags she brought the cigarette back to Paulette's mouth so she could continue smoking. Then Eny walked back to the bi-sectional. 


Three Leather Jacket Tassels Ch. 02



Chapter 2

"Shut your yapper," I replied tugging away the rest of my tank top and unfastening my silver rodeo buckle; "don't call me cowboy till' ya' seen me ride," I added on top of that, slanting one eyebrow mischievously. I realized that as I said this my sex was constricting inside my dark denim jeans. 

With my muscular barrel torso bare in front of them I could tell both gals was getting aroused. Eny reached for the satin sheets partially holding Paulette's gorgeous bust in and took them away. She let them wind down onto one of the luxury Turkish rugs over our marbled bedroom tiles. They were both naked as jaybirds on the bed. The dainty faces of two beautiful gals with their eyes staring up at me tenderly.

"Why don't you come over here with us Paul and show us a good time," uttered Paulette reaching for the sheets, but not covering her body with them. With her hand she pushed the empty bottle I had tossed on the bed to the floor. The three of us listened as the bottle rolled under what was to become a lovemaking bed for three. My voice broke the silence. 

"I miss makin' love to you Paulette," I uttered.

"Don't you mean sweet cheeks?" answered my Paulette, reading minds as wives tend to.

"Sweet cheeks?" remarked Eny.

"He calls me that because he likes my bottom," explained my wife. Eny's smile broadened immensely and she gradually started tummy laughing on the bed.

"Seriously though, you can't really blame him for that Paulette," Eny remarked laying back on her side with her elbow dinting the king sized bed. A lovely oval shaped breast sloped downward as the other stacked its flesh perfectly against her slim form outlining her exquisite petite bust. 

Being a former fashion model I imagine Eny felt just as comfortable clothed, as not. She was used to sashaying down a catwalk wearin' a bandore headdress, just her tight underwear hangin' on her weedy ass and a faux fur vest coverin' her breasts. 

"And what's Paul's nickname?" Eny inquired; "At forty-two Paul's pretty ripped, I would imagine he has one," she remarked, her turquoise eyes were shamelessly caressing my thick frame.

"I don't have one for Paul yet," Paulette answered. 

"Maybe you can help us choose one tonight darlin'. Maybe we can choose one for you. At thirty years of age, you're still a heck of a foxy woman," I said.

"Sounds like fun," Eny answered in that same exciting husky tone, staring expectantly at me, raising her body up alongside Paulette's. I began pulling my boots off, then moved on to my socks, tugging them away, I left my cowboy boots scattered behind. In just my dark denim blue jeans I stepped closer as they both waited at the edge of the bed.

"Now that you'll be part of the love nest hun, you should know I don't wear no underwear," I confided, approaching. My belt straps was pulled back all the way, my jean button undone, my fly unzipped. The ladies smiled at each other on opposite sides before reaching out and slipping their hands under the waistline of my jeans, slowly pushing them down as my arms embraced them, beginning to rub their soft backs with my rough hands. 

I finished pulling down my jeans from behind tugging at the pocket area with my tips. I'm well-endowed with a thick nine incher, and when it sprung out hard Eny hungrily appraised me; her turquoise eyes beamed as she focused on my erection. 

"I don't think we're going regret this," Eny exclaimed with her lips slanting sideways before smiling. 

"Do you like sucking men off?" I sneered wanting to be inside her mouth.

"Love oral sex! You going to fuck us with this thing?" Eny inquired coquettishly.

"I aim to," I returned stroking the loose streaks of her platinum-blonde hair veiling her jeweled eyes, tenderly whisking them behind her ear's helix. I delicately ran my strong fingers along the soft tresses of her carefully layered pixie-cut, and fastened them against her swan neck, rubbing it up and down; "Address the court honey," I commanded.

"Uh-huum," Eny purred in reply. She took my cock making it throb in one of her perfect longish hands. Eny began softly kissin' and lickin' up and down my veiny shaft. I rubbed its wet tip against Eny's porcelain skin, caressing her beautiful ex-model face with my cock, my three fingers guiding the shaft. I lightly patted the sides of Eny's chiseled sunken cheeks with my raging hard-on. 

Enjoying this Eny half-closed her dazzling turquoise eyes and let out a whimper, then she rested both hands against my hips and I felt her pouty ex-model lips around my girth granting my cock passage. My long thick shaft sank into the wet heaven of her warm velvety mouth; I was finally enjoying the charms of this beautiful woman. Eny released my long penis from her mouth, covered in saliva and rolled her wet tongue around my glans, she darted the bottom of the head with her tongue and opened her eyes again looking up at me. 

Then Eny expertly sucked in my thick shaft, moving her head to and fro stroking my shaft with her glossy lips, her open palms rubbed against my thick waistline and slipped up rubbing my abdominal muscles, then down, her piano-player's hands began brushing my fleshy cheeks, her fingernails dinting into me making me gasp in delight. My night turned into day as Eny sucked my stirring cock down close to her silky throat, feeling my tip bending at the sharp end behind her tongue. 

As Eny caressed me with her celestial mouth, Paulette rose up and stepping slightly sideways began kissing my lips. Her deep kisses whispered unwritten love songs to me. I kissed my wife back soulfully, squeezing her fleshy ass cheek with my left hand, with my right I held the back of Eny's head as it deep throated. 

Lookin' over at the other side of the bed's headboard I noticed my western fur felt 10X ten gallon hat hanging from the post. Kissin' my wife tenderly on the cheek I commanded; "cheeks, fetch me my hat over there, baby."

I rubbed my hands down Eny's shoulders and began to gently jam her throat makin' her gag a bit, fuckin' her pretty face, wachin' my little lady's sweet ass walk round' the bed and come back with my favorite cowboy hat.

"I'm hankerin' a blowjob from the both of you right now," I said putting on my favorite cowboy hat and lying back on the bed with my legs wide. I relaxed in just my cowboy hat feeling like James Dean, sensing the weight of the bed shift on either side of me as the ladies hopped in, south of me. 

I pulled my hat over my eyes and within seconds heard their contagious giggles; as four sets of hands, two wet tongues, two mouths, and finally two throats rubbed, licked, sucked, and engulfed my nine inch cock. I tried not to guess who was sucking cock at the time to distract me from popping my spunk all over their pretty faces. 

I held back as much as I could and just let them do whatever they wanted to me but my come started building, especially when they made out with my cock in between their pink little mouths. After a time I pulled my hat back up and had them take turns sucking my dick, as the other gal sucked my scrotum. I particularly enjoyed hearing Eny's whimpers as she sucked cock with Paulette's face buried in her cunt from behind. 

Then I asked my wife for a very slow blowjob as Eny sat on my face holding the headboard of the bed with my cowboy hat on her head; my mouth desperately feeding from her juicy pussy and teasing her asshole. Just when I was about to explode all over my wife's face I stopped them ordering them to lie back in front of me and spread their legs flat on the bed with their knees bent. 

I raised myself up on the bed in my cowboy hat, on my knees, appreciating the bodies of two beautiful gals. With both hands I started probing deep into both pussies at the same time, one hand in each pussy, watching them wiggle and writhe on the bed in front of me, fondlin' and finger fucking the twats of two different gals, ordering them to switch places over one another on the bed, then doing it with the opposite hand. 

"So, who wants a rodeo?" I asked. 

"I'll fight Paulette for it!" Eny jested teasingly.

"Shaddup Eny!" cried Paulette jokingly ruffling Eny's hair. Eny took a large fluffy pillow in both arms and playfully struck Paulette on her lap. Paulette's toned arms took it away from her, I enjoyed watching Eny frown having lost the fight.

"Your husband should decide then," she remarked with a grin. 

"I'm not sure yet, Eeny..." I said.

"Eh-nai, my name is pronounced Eh-nai! How many times do you have to get it wrong!?"

"You just gave me in idea hun, both of you close your eyes," I said.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe!" I chanted, shifting a finger from one naked gal to the other. Tickling their feet when they opened their eyes; "catch a tiger by the toe," this ended with with my finger falling on Paulette's body. 

"If he hollers let him go," my finger fell on Eny's body this time.

"Eeny, meeny, miny moe!" Eny this time, but I wanted sex from my little lady first, so I clutched Paulette by the heel and dragged her out of the bed. With her standing up and me sitting on the bed I cupped her bust with both hands and ran my tongue over her hard nipples hearin' Eny shiftin' behind us. Eny began licking my neck and tugging at my earlobe with her teeth, caressing my muscular back, frequently tongue kissing Paulette from above my shoulder. 

Then my wife got on all fours on the bed as Eny made room for the three of us. I told Eny just to watch us for now. She quietly knelt beside us on the bed as my cock pounded Paulette's pussy like a jack-hammer; I was mounting her like a desperate stallion. I had missed her so much. I once believed and felt that only I was entitled to her body until I caught her cheating. I told Eny we were going to play a game, to call me Moe when I gave her the cue. 

"OK, start," she said.

"I want that to be my bedroom nickname for you Paul," my wife said as I fucked her, holdin' her sweaty hips close to my pelvis.

"What?" I asked.

"Moe!"

"Sounds good to me," I responded, fuckin' her.

"I like it too," Eny said. 

"OK, I'm close, so let's start the game."

"Eeny!" I cried, my pelvis plowing into my wife's pussy doggie style, watchin' her half apple-shaped ass cheeks ripple with every thrust.

"Meeny!" I took my wife by her shoulders and held onto her arms fucking even harder, her plump round cheeks quaking with every shot against my pelvis, the flesh on her ass and thighs smacking harshly against me and echoing throughout the whole room.

"Miny!" I took hold of my wife by the sides of her beautiful natural chestnut-honey waist length hair and held it back with one arm. With my left hand I pulled Eny's ankle, dragging her closer to me I asked her to play with herself. I watched her as I enjoyed my wife's pussy. After going without sex for more than three weeks watching Eny's sweet little ex-model tits and cunt as I fucked my wife was a treat. 

I began to plow into Paulette so hard that our tall bed began to lift and hurl itself against the wall with the three of us on it. Paulette's clenched hands grabbed at the wet bed sheets under her, holding on and moaning as I pulled back on her hair harder, watching her nose tip up in front of me as I licked up her sweaty back, her hollerin' echoing down at the three of us from the bedroom vintage bronze ceiling fixtures above. 

Eny stayed the course rubbing her moist little twat, making eye contact with me. Her loose sweaty platinum-blonde streaks glowing under the light, covering her dragon eyes. Her mouth open, twisting on either side as she fervently whined and squealed like the little sex pot she was.

"Ain't gonna' last much longer girls. When I point at you Eny you say my name OK hun? I want you to jump when I say frog." 

I got off my wife asking her to lie back on the bed for me, giving her heart shaped ass a powerful slap. Once my wife turned around I pushed her buck naked body back, and got on top. I loved her because she didn't mind makin' love when I didn't bathe, which sometimes happened. She wasn't a clean freak, she just always wanted me. 

I continued fucking Paulette; power-fucking her pussy, her stout breasts bouncing back and forth. My hands cupping the familiar flesh I missed and cried over when she got so distant. Kneading her flesh, pinching her pink nipples with my fingers, taking them into my mouth, sucking them in. Lifting her legs I pushed em' back against her shoulders, my hands under her bent knees. 

"Baby doll, I love you so much. I wanna' bang you like a screen door all night."

"I love you too Paul, my handsome cowboy," said Paulette, her natural breasts flattening against her frame, then heaving and bobbing with my thrusts.

"Love laying pipe to my little lady," as I said this, my wife sucked her lips in and I knew she was enjoying my cock. 

"Am I your little cowgirl again?" Paulette asked me submissively.

"Will you forgive me?" She added.

"It ain't your wrong."

"But I hurt you, Paul." 

"Baby doll, you will always be my little cowgirl. I cheated in the game. Why do you think I chose you first?" Eny looked on and they both smiled at each other as I said this. Feeling myself getting close I leaned in for some of my wife's kissin'.

"Although you're a box of assorted creams and a foxy woman, Eny. I could never get tired of makin' love to my beautiful wife," I said.

"I know. Paulette loves you too. She told me," Eny said. I felt my wife's legs cross behind me; "It's commin' in hard honey!!" I groaned as I rocked deep into her. My ultra-sensitive tip exploded, shooting potent hot streams of thick come into her tubes, over-flooding her tight snatch. I enjoyed a full, hearty, healthy orgasm in my wife's honey pot; "Moe!" Eny shouted, raising her arms in the air. 

After I came I sat on my favorite stool playing my harmonica naked. This was where I wrote my best music with just my harmonica, nobody knew what it meant to me. Eny sat naked on my lap facing me and I taught her a few things, I kept teasin' her tiny boobs and kissin' her open mouth. When Eny got up I suddenly recognized the tight lil' fleshy ass I secretly licked the day I found her asleep with my wife in her arms.

"It's your turn now darlin'" I said to Eny, barely givin' her a chance to get back up on the bed. Paulette was lying back on our bed like a bump on a log, humming and singing to herself with my fresh seed planted deep inside her. I clutched Eny by the heel; she giggled as I dragged her out of bed, ticklin' her toes and leading her out on her feet. 

Straightening my big cowboy boots scattered nearby I asked her to let her feet slide into them; Eny lowered both feet in, one at a time. By the hand I led her to my wife's antique white drawer dresser and with one swipe of my arm let all the cosmetics fall on the floor; "Hey!" Paulette cried in a chuckle. Then I planted Eny's buck naked ass on top of the dresser with only my cowboy boots on. A thick blend of sweet perfume arose from the floors into our nostrils. 

As I looked behind us from the dresser's large mirror I could see my wife had put on my ten gallon hat and she looked cute as a button; "you look so beautiful darlin'," I said, Paulette winked at me from the bed. 

I opened Eny's legs wide and asked her to sit back as I slid her ass forward on the dresser. I leaned down tasting that pussy, coating Eny's delicious twat with my thick saliva, I licked up and down her shaved pussy and darted past her slit, then the tip of my tongue circled her delicate hidden pearl. A tiny fleck of curly blonde pubic hair that had been spared above her pubis glistened with gobs of my saliva.

"Feed me that pussy baby," I said watching her flat tummy roll itself downward, I slowly took her to orgasm savoring the taste of her juicy pussy surrendering to my large mouth just before her hands pushed my face away from of her snatch. When I looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over and she was smiling. 

"Your handlebar mustache felt soo amazing against my pussy Paul," she commented. 

"Thanks Winny"

"Eh-nai!!!"

"Whatever!" I returned watchin' her frown.

As she embraced me with both arms I lined my cock against her slit entering her very slowly for the first time. Her hips nervously shook as her tight snatch accepted my unprotected cock. That she was shy turned me on more. Then I fucked her for ten minutes straight against the dresser with the farthest drawers on the furniture piece jutting out and lengthening as it shook in place. 

Socks, panties, undies, and flimsy pieces of clothing snapped up, or fell on the floor, or railed away on the sides. Eny's straight eyebrows tightened together and she closed her eyes, her glossy lips started to gape open. I stared at a pink hollow at symmetrical rows of immaculately healthy teeth. Eny let out a series of aching but silent cries, and with every silent cry I pounded my cock deep into that pussy with my hips, the counter quaking in place. The mirror behind her had fogged up from my heavy breathing, it had a trail of prints from Eny's glistening back brushing against it. 

I scooped her up again securing her ass below me, carrying her back to bed. She straddled me on the bed with Paulette beside us. Buried balls deep over my nine inch erection, Eny hugged me tightly feeling the tip of my cock applying pressure to her cervix, my hands were rockin' her ass steadily, guiding my cock in her, our mattress squeaking below us. 

"Eh-nai, these are like fried eggs baby," I said, I sucked them into my mouth one at a time appreciating her pencil eraser nipples, nursing and biting them softly.

"But I don't like my fried eggs sunny side up, like em' over easy," I said, spittin' across her breasts, wachin' my thick phlegm ooze down her tits. I grabbed Eny by the chin and drew her lips to my mouth, we kissed sloppily as my pelvis raised her snatch up on my lap. Holdin' Eny in place I grabbed a boot and began waggling it off her bare foot by the heel. 

With the boot in my hand, bringin' the sole close to her face I said, "lick it baby, as I fuck you deeply," Eny dragged her pink tongue across the dirt on the sole. Her body was pouring in sweat, rivulets ran down her back and from her neck, to her cleavage. I tickled Eny's foot again before slipping my cowboy boot back on her precious foot 

"Get on the saddle, bitch!" I said. I rested back and she rode my cock hard. Periodically I would give her lil' city tush a hard slap. I enjoyed the view as she rode my dick. Makin' out with her and pulling her to me as her body arched backwards, her ribs dinting through her flesh as her gaping mouth let out little squeals, coming, her hot juices showering my hard cock and my balls.

Cupping her ass I carried her once again and slammed her body against a wall hard as her arms hung on my neck. I slid my arms under her getting a better grip and started to slap her into me. My nine inch cock was practically splitting her wide open, buried deep in her snatch, her smooth legs swaying, hanging from my sides, wearin' my boots. 

"I feel like you're making me fly Paul!" she said leaning back into me. I cupped her sweaty cheeks squeezin' hard.

"You gonna' keep fuckin' my wife Jeannie?" I asked. 

"Eh-nai, you meathead!" she repeated getting upset, but I loved her smart mouth by now. 

"Don't give a fuck what you name is lady. All's I care about is this cooter. I'll fuck you so hard they'll hear you over in Manhattan where you came from!!" Eny began to moan and I could feel her juices flowing down my testicles as I kept slam fucking her against the wall. 

"What do you think bitch? I catch you in my bed with my wife naked as jaybirds, both of your sweet asses under my expensive satin sheets and I wasn't gonna' have me some of your pussy??" Barely able to talk she held on, swinging into me hard, letting my arms slam her into my huge erection even harder, deep in her as I pleased.




Three Leather Jacket Tassels Ch. 02



"Give me ahhhh that good ahhh ol' small mmm town ohhhh dick cowboy!" Eny bellowed.

"I will baby, as much as you want. Just as long as you give this cowboy that big city pussy. I wanted to fuck your city ass for a long time, hussy," I said lowering her body back on the floor with my boots on. My cock covered in her secretions, her twat leaking with pre-ejaculate. 

I slapped her little ass and led her back to the bed bending her over with both of my arms. My wife was making heavy eye contact with me wearin' my cowboy hat as I fucked her friend. I slapped Eny's lanky ass hard again and stuck my prick back in her from behind.

"Who's gonna' reform for me, slut?" I asked Eny. 

"Like me tanning that sexy New York hide!?"

"Fuck me cowboy!!!" she cried out. I leaned up close against her back humping her swiftly, rocking in circles, beginnin' to lose myself in the enormous pleasure. My wife just smiled at me letting me know it was alright to enjoy her friend.

"I'm gonna' reform your naughty ass bitch! Well, I know you're a Yankee, so it's gonna' take a lot of reformin' makin' you into a nice southern belle!"

"Yeah ahh ahhh mmm fuckk me hard Paul! Reform my naughty ass!"

"You're gonna' get a whuppin' with a hickory switch, hussy! We're gonna' knock boots till' sunrise" I said as I kept slapping her cute little liberal tail. 

"Let's get something straight here Eh-nai!!!! No man is allowed to fuck my Paulette. But my cheeks can fuck any woman she pleases from now on, provided!! Provided, that that woman fucks little Paul here in you right now!!" As I said this I pulled her chin to me and looked her in the eyes, stealing kisses from her as we talked dirty.

"Ahh ohh, yes Paul yes!" she kept repeating with her eyes shut, her entire face moved to total ecstasy.

"Stop wobblin' jaw little bluebelly hussy!" Think you can chisel my wife from me do ya'?"

As I fucked Eny we heard a cellphone ring from one of many devices stacked on our bedside table beside our only land-line corded base phone. Paulette and I knew immediately it was Eny's phone.

"Oh no!" cried Eny; "That's my husband!!!" 

"Ahh honey, get ahh mmm it, fuck! Get it and hand it over to me, I want to talk to Philip," I said slamming into Eny. My wife was making out with Eny from inside the bed as I plowed her. My wife casually picked it up from the counter just as Philip was about to give up, and pressed the talk button. 

I beckoned to Paulette and she raised her neck up tilting it. I was tongue kissing her deep as I enjoyed Eny's beautiful pussy. Paulette put the device in my hand as I jack-hammered Eny. 

"Hello?" I mumbled in my best falsetto impression of Eny.

"Stop, ahhh, stop mmmm second Paul!" Eny griped. 

"Eny?? Is that you?? Are you alright? Why aren't you home? It's almost midnight. Listen I just wanted to apologize," I heard Philip say. I was still slam fucking Eny's pussy, her feet rocked back and forth inside my large boots screeching loudly on our marbled bedroom tiles, her frail body quaking with the punishment.

"Sorry Phil, Eh-nai can't come to the phone right now because she's busy getting the shit fucked out of her! Your wife's cunt is really somethin' else!!" I said hanging up and handing the phone back to Paulette who giggled. Philip rang again, only this time he persistently dialed our only land-line. I finally reached over and tapped on the speaker button. 

"Hello! Hello! Eny! This is your husband! Where the fuck are you?" Philip screamed over the phone.

"Want me to shoot my man milk in you sweetie? Want my sweet milk?" I growled at Eny.

"Mmmm, ahhh, yeah Paul..."

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuckkkk! Hell yeah! Here it comes! Fuuuuck you sexy bitch! Take my white piss!!!" I cried unloading load upon load of come from my balls into her little bisexual twat.

"What Philip? I can't hear you. Maybe you should call back a little later," Paulette casually remarked.

To be continued.



Three Leather Jacket Tassels Ch. 03



Paulette. Leaving the room, my wife shutting the door behind her naked frame was what I woke to. Eny got up at dawn; I swear that woman must have paid all her dues. In spite of what happened, Eny gettin' caught by her husband mostly due to me, she wasn't all that upset. 

I heard her jawin' somebody to near death through her cellphone over a bank loan; apparently she also woke up to several real estate leads that morning, said my wife.

"Listen, you deadbeat, if you don't keep the payments coming on your mortgage, you know what's going to happen?? Your new house will become a haunted house!!!"

"She's such a little devil," my wife commented with me stirring and giggling behind her.

"What?" she hit me on the head telling me to go back to sleep. 

Philip had been callin' for two hours the night before, givin' down the country to the answering machine because of what I did with the wives. Tellin' me how he was gonna' lay a hurtin on me and skin me alive. He kept callin' til I finally had it and spoke to him, fessin' up to everything.

"Don't let your mouth overload your tail, dad blame-it! It's not my fault Phil that you don't have the sense God gave a Billy goat! I warned you sometin' didn't wash. You done told me I was low down, paranoid, and stupid! I know in my conscience you have a right to punch me out, partner. Come on over right now if you want an' we can handle this, or just leave me alone right now!" I hung up. 

Apparently he didn't have conniptions cause' he lived just across the street. It would have been as easy for him to come over as slidin' off a greasy log backward.

I pushed my disheveled sandy hair back with both hands just Eny was putting on her second earring in front of the dresser mirror. She was standing next to this vibrant open valise of her's on the floor. Her rolling tote bag always in tow, Eny carried around her wardrobe. 

She had already showered and changed clothes as I looked on. I was plum tuckered out from what had happened the night before. Eny looked incredible. She was wearin' an above knee length sleeveless silk-satin white cheongsam spring dress printed with winter patterns of red and blue. The dress had a Mandarin collar. From the side Eny looked like a cross between blonde femme fatale and 14th century Japanese Geisha. Looking at her from behind her dress traced down her waiflike figure beginning at her fragile jagged shoulders, down against her well postured back, curving slightly over her derriere, ending at her crisp shaven legs. 

My wife stormed in naked peeling a banana, she lied down on the tousled bed next to me. 

"This one was bad last night, Paulette," Eny teased, slippin' out of her mindset for a moment. We both appraised Paulette's naked figure.

"He always has to open his big mouth. I kind of regretted inviting 'Moe' here after what he said to poor Phil," my wife commented, frowning back as soon as I attempted to apologize.

"Lucky for you Philip is the type of man who will always take you back," added Paulette chipping at the the banana and chewing most it up.

"I never worry about men," replied Eny.

"How did you sleep Eh-nai?" I asked, yawning away an almost comatose night's sleep.

"Wow, big Texas actually gets it right, Hallelujah!" said Eny. 

"I slept like a log! Took a hot shower this morning, yet for some reason I keep on ruining my underwear!" she said, adjusting herself, looking up at the ceiling with both eyes; it was evident somethin' was botherin' her. 

Having my come ooze into her pink panties was really turnin' me on. I remembered how fully I had ejaculated into both of them. All I could think about was my semen staining her set of fresh panties. My wife could sense I was getting horny and got up, slippin' a robe on. I went back to sleep. The party was over.

Chapter 3

I'm a businessman in the architecture and engineering area, only son of Greek immigrants, and native of Chicago. My name is Phillip Lambros and I am thirty nine. I had the pleasure of living out my architectural dreams, realizing them at quite a young age in the city where I live with my wife of eight years. 

We met in New York City when I was invited to a Christmas party that one of my clients threw, his wife is a market analyst in the fashion industry. At the time Eny was twenty three and already a worldly, sought after model. 

I am Greek-American by origin but wouldn't consider myself a Greek God at all. I am actually short, standing only at 5'6'', with ruggedly handsome features, a strong heavy set build, enchanting blue eyes (am told), an aquiline nose, and long blonde hair tied in a ponytail; I'm often complimented mostly on of my charm though, and my short stature worked to my advantage. A Napoleonic complex can help build a reputation in business. 

When I first met Eny, she seemed completely stunning, vibrant and healthy. A natural blonde, Eny wore her hair short back then much like she does today, only it was slicked back for the party. But what truly captivated me were her eyes -which were turquoise. 

On that night I learned she was a native New Yorker and had three brothers. I wondered about the origin of her last name, Vilhjalmsson. Her parents, immigrants from Iceland, both started successful clothing careers in the U.S. but the family was poor and challenged with a variety of hardships. 

Her father was a professional tailor and her mother an equally talented seamstress/pattern maker; both very savvy and success minded. I learned that, together, her family started off in America by opening affordable independent boutiques, eventually servicing elite clients as well as the backbone of society. They ultimately offered their skill to designer labels and hungry fashion up-and-comers. 

But one of their their most priceless creations for the fashion industry turned out to be their only daughter who did nothing but model since childhood. 

When we first met we became attached to each other almost right away. When I asked her her name she did a comedy sketch. She seemed to be in such a good mood that night. This relaxed me because Eny was a fatally attractive young woman. 

"Me! Eh-Nai!!" She responded, pointing at her face and stomping the floor with one foot, sort of like a cavewoman. Unfortunately my future wife was nothing like that goofy picture of health I saw. She was one of many hit hard by a drugs and addiction. 

She hid her addiction problems so well that I only found out after we were engaged. It was tragic to witness the interventions, one arrest, and the many hospital beds. Then mostly estranged from the rest of her family and alone in the world she would have surely died, trapped in an environment that vampirised itself. 

As tough and as smart as she was, she was lucky to have met me because I knew I had to help her get out before it was too late. When we decided to get married I moved her into my house in a suburb of Chicago where I lived called LaGrange.

Eny recovered with my help, retired from modeling at twenty four, earned a business degree, and started a real estate office with five colleagues. I knew that being eight years her senior would present a problem, so out of love, turned a blind eye to some of her indiscretions. Not that I was a saint myself. 

For the first time in a long time things were going perfect in my life. But everything changed a year ago. 

In the house across the street lives a friend of many years. Paul Morris is forty three. He had been a playboy and bachelor for most of his life. As single older men we had a lot to say to one another because I never thought I would marry either, even late in life. Being a bachelor was too liberating. 

A contemporary folk singer and harmonica player from east Texas Paul had no thoughts of ever marrying himself. Until his manager introduced him to a local Chicagoan like myself changing his mind. 

Paulette, then married to one of his music peers, decided to surrender to Paul's advances after months of secret and expensive courting. I envied him for snaring such a beautiful woman. Or maybe it was vice versa.

Pailette was and still is a busty brunette, a formet dancing instructor with and hourglass body. She has full lips, high cheek bones, a slightly up-turned nose, natural long, waist length chestnut-honey hair, and flawless skin. 

In a way they made a good pair because Paul is well built and tall, with Jimmy Dean meets John Wayne looks. Paul even took Paulette's children from her previous marriage as his own. I have to admit I was amazed at how things change. Eny on the other hand was afraid and nervous about having children. I accepted that as well, eventually we adopted. 

Although Eny had trouble making friends in our community and could rarely be close to anybody except me, when she met Paulette they became good friends. Before then Eny was often lonely, mostly driven by the moderate success of her real estate business. 

But a year ago my wife's indiscretions went a too far. Paul and I sensed that something was wrong, only we couldn't figure out what. The wives started ignoring us, our needs, even a few of the responsibilities with the children. With them lying to us all the time, Paul and I were at a loss for answers. 

I have to admit that a country boy's senses are much keener than a city boy's though. Paul suggested that he thought maybe our wives were becoming lovers. I refused to accept that and our relationship with the Morrises almost ended since Eny vehemently denied having feelings for Paulette or for any other woman. 

But like a snake, totally reliant on its senses, its gut intuition, Paul persisted until he caught them in the act. Then, on top of everything, Paul decides he has to make a complete fool out of me just because I trusted what my wife told me. After he caught them in the act of making love Paul joined them in bed. In a way all three of them made a joke out of our marriage vows. 

The entire ordeal dragged on to this day, a year later, with Eny living by herself in our house and me living with the Morrises in their basement, by the graces Paulette's invitations. 

Paulette made Paul agree to let me stay by telling him that if I left, she would leave. She felt responsible for everything, including her hubby's ignorance. 

When my wife refused to open the door one night to let me get one of my jackets for spring, Paulette offered me Paul's favorite leather tasseled jacket to wear. When he was looking for it and saw me actually wearing it he was furious, but kept it to himself. I suppose he felt guilty. 

After moving in I noticed Paul talking to his wife in private quite often. I could interpret that he had advised her to stay away from me when he wasn't around. What made Paul feel completely safe was that Paulette was four months pregnant by then, it would be their first. 

I was refusing to talk with Eny and even tried to find another place to live, but Paulette insisted I stay with them. Although I still loved my wife I was just too appalled to forgive Eny so easily, even though she apologized. 

Paul and I, once friends, eventually became more like strangers in his house. A masterpiece of an album downloading well on the net afforded him a huge advance, and the agent who discovered him a Lear jet. I don't know how Paul did it, but he was talented; a harmonica and this antique wooden stool was all he needed. 

It was good timing because Paulette was always alone, it was also the same period of summer when the happenings of the year before started. The kids were away at summer camp again, our adopted child at the same summer camp as the Morrises. The Morrises acting as go-betweeners for Eny and I for pretty much everything. 

Paul's obsession with his music had him at the studio working all day, sometimes part of the night. When he left me alone in the house with his wife she would hardly come out to greet me. 

On weekdays Paul always left before I did. I suspected that Paulette would wait until I left before coming out of the bedroom for the day. In the beginning she would join the both of us, sometimes dressed quite provocatively but looking sad. Paul's body language when I talked to his wife in front of him told me he didn't approve at all. 

I got used to running into Paul in the morning, carrying along sterile conversations with him in the kitchen, watching him sifting through e-mails on his laptop. I also noticed coolness between them since Paulette's pregnancy. There were really no hello and goodbye kisses, or I love you's between them anymore. 

It made me wonder if he found her attractive at all since she got pregnant. To me she was absolutely radiant and when I was near her I have to admit to wanting her.

One morning after Paul left for work before me I distinctly heard a series of muffled groans as I ate in the kitchen. They were coming from their bedroom. There were also giggles at night, clearly her's. What angered me was that Paul didn't even want me to watch T.V. with Paulette when he wasn't there. 

I couldn't stand her avoiding me anymore and I decided to pretend I had gone to work that day. I stepped outside and walked back in after a few minutes. Once I entered the house the bedroom door was opened wide. In the pit of my stomach I could sense this anxiety coming from somewhere in the house. 

I paced around looking for Paulette and found the basement door was also wide open. I walked down the stairs quietly and caught her struggling to shut one of the drawers at the foot of my bed. She was evidently looking through my room and sat upright on the bed with both hands covering her mouth. 

At a complete loss for words Paulette stood on her slippers childishly turning her back to me in an akimbo stance. Paulette's body looked like it was dying to get fucked under a cornflower silk cami set with lace trim satin French knicker shorts. 

Seemingly irate, I slowly approached her, appreciating her soft skin and figure. Paulette's anxiety made her give off a soapy and delicious scent. Although her body was a bit overweight, it seemed unnaturally sensual and voluptuous. 

"Are you the one stealing the money hidden under my mattress?!" I said trying to psyche her out.

"Already blew your husband's advance, did you now??"

"I'll have to check you," I added gauging from her wide open eyes that her adrenaline level was on overdrive. 

"Let's see what we got," I spun her body around, stretching her knicker shorts from behind, wanting to see her bare milky ass and peeking down at it, both my hands ran down her knicker shorts squeezing her bare ass, I rubbed my hands up and down her back, fondled her large breasts over her slik cami, my thick arms rubbed her body all over, then I rocked her against my weight from behind like a grizzly bear. 

"I want you, cheeks," I teased. 

"I'm not gonna' lie, I want to fuck the living shit out of you," When I added that, she moaned. 

"I think you'd like to do to me what Paul did to Eny," she sighed.

The stiffness under my tailored suit pants couldn't wait to be appeased somehow. I rubbed my crotch deep into her silk and lace clad cheeks, continued pulling out at the waist band of her lingerie shorts. The house was so quiet we could hear the delicate fabric snap. 

I then let the knicker shorts completely drop off her catching full view of her perfect voluptuous pregnant ass in front of me. Although a little fat it was heavenly to look at. 

My hands and hers rushed to my belt, then to my fly. I bent her over the front of my bed in the basement. We let my pants drop. I slid my briefs down releasing my aching cock from them from one leg to the other.

After tossing my briefs over the neatly made bed, I gave her ass a hard slap watching its flesh quiver. I let my hard thick six inch penis smack against her plump cheeks once or twice before holding her back down and starting to drill her sweet cunt, invading her pregnant body at quite a pace. At the same time I squeezed her tits against each other.

"I'm really fucking you now, baby," I repeated looking at her completely nude body under her cami top, enjoying the pleasure, my rod shoving in her moist lips again and again at my own pace. Her skin on my skin was just about the best feeling in the world

"Mmmm, ohhh....fffuck yeah. I needed that so badly," she moaned.

I had seen her naked once when Paul and I rented a jumbo screen for his long laminate terrace. Both wives flashed us because we stopped playing poker with them in order to watch the a boxing match.

"I'm here to help with all your needs, honey," I said lifting her cami top over her meaty breasts, cupping them, rocking into her faster in my shirt and tie. Her nipples and areolas had darkened by several shades since I saw them last. 

I squeezed her bloated tits harder; so hard I could feel breast milk on my hand. I rubbed Paulette's womb with mommy milk; it felt hard underneath, yet soft. 

I ran my fingers under her knicker shorts and played with her clit slowly, fucking her pussy uncontrollably. After a while my hands again went up under her cozy cami, which kept falling over again and was stained with colostrum from the inside. 

For several minutes I was rubbing at her belly with her warm breast milk, she told me to be careful, that she was sour but I refused to obey, squeezing her tits hard; wanting to drain her. 

That time I saw her naked was probably the first time our wives subconsciously made themselves available to the possibility of swapping. Paul and I both knew it and looked at one another. 

After the fight we got drunk for most of that night to keep ourselves in check, chatted, but silently we could never deny not seeing the other man's wife like that, and liking it. 

"Let me be your nanny," I continued, smelling funky morning breath as she cried out incoherently. 

I could feel her huge nipples poking through my fingers as I pawed her breasts, then rubbed at her womb, my spearing cock shredding her tight snatch. I was completely porking her to death. Paulette was crying, breaking down as I took her. She was also making a mess of me, squirting vaginal nectar all around my sex. 

"My best friend's wife is gonna' play house with me," I said peeling her cami up over her head, letting her chestnut-honey locks cascade onto her naked womanly back. 

"I want summer sex with you every morning, baby. I don't care that you're pregnant. As soon as your husband leavs this house, you're all mine," I whispered giving her hip a hard slap, my shirt and tie were undone by then, the fat on my belly against her hot skin. 

She liked me poking her with my cock, prodding in different directions with my soaked hand behind her, feeling Paulette's cunt waters break, her walls getting slicker as my member caressed them, her sweet pussy soothing my raging erection with her water, feeling her body melting, holding me safely inside her, spooning against me as we stood, as we, fucked. 

"Yeah Phil, I will get you laid until you go back to Eny," Paulette whispered, tears running down both eyes, both hands over mine as I rubbed her tummy bump. She was an emotional mess but I could tell she loved every minute of the first encounter. 

"Fuck me Philip," she muttered rolling her body against me.

"I'll be your pregnant whore," after she said that I held her close and still, my neck tipping back reacting to a full on orgasm, blowing sloppy torrential streams of semen from my loins. 

That was how it began. I was fucking Paul's pregnant wife on a daily basis, sometimes when he was home. He seemed too busy and too sullen when he was home to notice anyway. 

Paulette eventually told me Paul confessed that it scared him to have relations with her while she was with child, that he hardly touched her anymore. The day she told me we were driving back to our suburb in their pickup truck, I think it was a Saturday. 




Three Leather Jacket Tassels Ch. 03



Paulette called his cellphone from the road so he could get the driveway ready, but Paul arrogantly sneered that he would be busy. Apparently he had to talk with music executives on a long distance call. 

What we did next was dangerous, but once we parked I couldn't help staring at Paulette's heart-shaped ass under these cute khaki short shorts she was wearing. Her delicate derrière was just bustling out of them driving me nuts the whole time we did our shopping. 

Every time she had caught me staring she just stood there gracefully and smiled warmly at me; "Don't look at me down there Phil!!" she said bashfully. Along with the short shorts Paulette wore a saffron twill lumberjack patterned shirt with twin chest pockets, her sleeves cutely rolled up, her beautiful long brown hair falling around her shoulders. 

We had gone shopping by ourselves and the tailgate was loaded with a months' worth of supplies from the local wholesale warehouse. Luckily we were parked under a white canopy carport tent because the cracking garage roof was due for winter repairs. 

When Paulette walked back to the rear of the pickup truck opening the rear hatch, I whisked her up and lifted her into the edge of the pickup's tailgate. She had a smile on her face that told me we both wanted the same thing. The tailgate was lined with a synthetic bed so we were happy. 

She opened her legs and backed inside as I stepped on the hatch and moved up on top of her, giggling. Once I got both the short shorts and the panties off with a series of mild tugs I sucked on Paulette's petals, lightly tugging them with my lips, sliding the tip of my nose up and down her wet slit, then cupping her waxed pussy with my hungry mouth.

I moaned as my tongue rolled her tiny pearl, deluging it in raw saliva. I teased and circled her pearl until she came hard gushing her sweet fluid into my open mouth. 

We both hastily began unbuttoning her shirt. I knelt watching her nervously remove it. Paulette slowly revealed her huge ivory cleavage pillowed together inside a pink bra. I scooped her tits out in my hands from inside the cups looking at her deeply in the eyes. She quickly unclasped the bra from behind.

I licked up her swelling belly, staring into her eyes and squeezed her breasts hard. Light streams of colostrum arched down her tender, barely visible baby bump in rivulets from each nipple, Paulette opened her mouth wide and screamed silently, I felt like milking her out completely.

The colostrum ran toward her thighs, I let it run over her juicy gash which she opened for me with a hint of mommy's milk, then I ate her until she came in my mouth again. After getting completely naked myself I balanced her leg along the side of the tailgate making her stand and plowed hard from behind, running my hand up and down her soft thigh. 

When I told her I was almost there, Paulette said she wanted me to come in her mouth. I stood on top of the cargo bed and leaned against the window glass. Holding her head she went down on me preparing to eat my jizz. My fingers were spread over the top of her head, her hair still warm from the sunlight.

She had me on the edge, blissed out, drunk with pleasure. Stopping for a breather, I saw thick threads that looked like melted cheese lacing up her mouth. I looked at her lovingly and she kept rubbing me with her plump lips, soothing my erection in her velvety mouth. 

In pure bliss I failed to control my first jet of seed, my stem popped out of her mouth and I ejaculated into the summer heat. It showered the top of her head with a crown of come. The rest fell all over the floor staining the lining of the tailgate with cream.

Paulette quickly grabbed hold of my shaft and aimed what remained at her face, shutting her eyes. The rest of my semen gushed out my fat crown in short jets against her high cheek bones and heart shaped lips, chipping their interior with sloppy bulbous semen. 

With my palms I rubbed my viscous ejaculate into her face and watched as she swallowed me down. I kissed her come smeared face and mouth fully, our tongues lovingly fencing, rubbing the semen that remained in my hands into her back as I hugged her warmly, giving her all my affection.

Another week past. The Morrises had left the house early because it was a Sunday. I slept in until about 10:00AM, then walked alone losing myself in the local food markets of our town. 

As I bagged some avocados an attractive young lady called my name three times from behind me. She was dressed in a long, wide, purple spring dress that bared her tiny shoulders, perfectly outlining her slim girlish curves.

It was Eny, she had grown her hair out and it was dyed just like Paulette's hair. That wondered if the two of them talked about what was happening in Paul's house. Did Eny think I was falling in love with Paulette? 

It was still great to see my wife looking so beautiful. The change made her look ten years younger. She was wired though, constantly preening and engaging me in all kinds of chatter. If I happened to switch topics, I noticed her following me down that path, trying to put me at ease with her. It didn't take me long to decide to take Eny back and forget what happened. I loved her. I was also worried about Eny because her office mate had called to tell me she was going through a rough time without me and was seeing a life coach. 

The night I told Paulette she went ballistic because Paul had not been there for her at all up to that point. I felt sorry for her but told her I needed to move back, that I was finally ready to forgive Eny.

The minute she heard me say that she threatened to tell Paul everything unless I kept my promises to her. In the throes of our most passionate love-making Paulette and I had entertained leaving behind everything and becoming a couple. 

It was a mistake I regretted but when we were in each other's arms she made me feel that way. The evening ended horribly with me telling her to do what she had to because I was already married. She gave me one of the hardest slaps to the face I ever took in my life.

A week past and nothing happened. The Morrises were just more boring than usual. Then when I arrived home one evening I saw that Paul's SUV was parked outside and that had been home pretty early. I later learned that the reason for this was because Paulette confessed to everything over the phone. 

Despite being a small man compared to Paul, nothing scared me in life. I acted like it was just another day and carried on preparing to walk down into the basement to change, on what would be my last night with he Morrises.

I stopped when I heard familiar moans coming from the living room. It appeared Paul was finally making up with his wife. But just when I was about to shut the door and leave them to their business I heard Paul's voice. He yelled at me to come up for a drink. 

I tentatively walked to the living room, and upon entering saw Paulette wearing the cowboy leather jacket Paul had been angry about. It looked sexy as hell on her semi-pregnant bare body; the long, dark tassels dangling from its many seams, some down her sensual pale thighs. 

Other than that the two were completely naked and she was straddling him on the couch with his dick inside her as her hips dropped. Paul's large hand was groping her chunky ass and thrashing her hips down burying his cock into her. 

He was kissing her madly, shaking off the spell she was under. I watched him all over Paulette and felt a twinge of jealousy even though Paul was her husband. They stopped and she lightly kissed his bulging shoulder using it as a pillow. 

"Paulette told me everything, you dirty pervert sonofabitch!" Paul said motioning me even closer with his arm. Paulette seemed totally out of it. An emotional wreck coming out of a black shell as her husband made love to her, but I was used to that. I had Eny after all. 

"Did she?" I asked. 

"Yeah, and I mean everything..."

"I'm so sorry Philip, I think this is all my fault," he added.

"No Paul, Eny said that she wanted sex with you, this is not your fault." I responded.

"Paulette told me the same thing over the phone. I knew if I wanted her to love me again I had to understand," Paul revealed to me.

"We're sorta' past make-up sex now..." he cried, enthused but drunk; "But I don't mind sharin' my wife with my best friend if she don't". That said they continued fornicating in front of me.

It looked like they had argued because everything was a mess and the liquor cabinet behind the bar was unlocked with a bottle set on top of the table. Also, this old hockey stick that belonged to Paulette was snapped in two. 

"I want both of you to fuck me," Paulette suddenly uttered, turning, meeting my eyes with her lovely chocolate brown eyes from the side. 

Staring at Paulette's creamy ass as she fucked her husband on the bi-sectional was not unpleasant, especially with her showing off her naked body under the leather tasseled jacket. 

Its lower edge lining was scooting up and down her ass. This beautiful pregnant woman's luscious partition was giving me a familiar hard on. By this time I was used to how I felt before I fucked her.

"I wanna' fuck Paulette. But I want her to give me her ass," I said, tempting fate.

"Let's hang fire for a while, cheeks" Paul muttered. 

"Come over partner. If she don't mind, I don't. Like I already said," he replied. Paulette had a look of desire on her face as I walked closer to them. I loosened my tie and curled my suit jacket over a bar stool. After getting undressed we playfully slung my tie around Paulette's neck.

Pulling out of her, he moved her over to the chaise section of the bi-sectional. She got on all fours with an coy smile on her lips. I helped myself to her pussy right away, fucking Paul's wife doggy in front of him, gently knocking back and forth against her as I held her hips.

"You gonna' be able to make-up for Philip not getting' no sex cause you was sleepin' with Eny, hun?" Paul teased. Paulette sniggered. Paul calmly walked to the bar and returned holding a glass full of whiskey. 

From the other side he began kneading both of his wife's breasts under the leather she wore, sipping down his drink from time to time. The long leather jacket was rumpling over her sweaty back as I enjoyed her pussy.

As usual she generously welcomed my building passion. She moved her body to and fro, her toned arms in tune to my rhythm, her palms straight against the seat cushions, looking back at me with so much tenderness and a smile every time I found her sweet spot.

I jerked her against my pelvis hard making her mine, slamming my thick pelvis against her rippling, ivory cheeks, disappearing into her delicious pink pussy. 

"Not bad for a guy with a pony-tail," Paulette said with a wink, looking back at her husband. Paul nodded at me with a smile. After Paul finished his glass he took over from behind. Once I walked around, Paulette began caressing me with her mouth, my hands brushing her beautiful streaks back gently behind her forehead. 

Paul slowed his pace watching his wife give me a blowjob and smiled. My stem was pillowed around her heavenly lips, her tongue ran over my swollen glans as she looked me in the eyes tasting pre-ejaculate from the tip. She ended by planting a series of kisses on my glans and letting a thick glob of saliva ooze down the meat of my pole.

Leading her away from Paul I took Paulette by her foot, dragging her playfully to the end of the chaise. I needed to taste the honey of her precious pussy, I never would again. With me eating her out Paul lay sideways above her and kissed her telling her, "Don't worry baby, let Phil take you all the way..." 

I ate her out until we both watched her writing in ecstasy over the couch. Watching her enjoy her orgasm we both held her down, both covering her body with kisses and caresses at the same time. We wanted to make Paulette feel like a mythical pregnant goddess. 

"Are you ready to give me what I want?" I asked. 

Paulette sat up and held both our cocks in her hands, began to give us both almost expert hand-jobs, both of us sighing and grunting with our eyes closed.

"I'll tell ya' buddy, when she does give it up it's no joke. It's pure heaven, partner," said Paul. 

"Since we both love her I think she wants us at the same time, what do you think sweet heart?" I asked; wanting to take this as far as it would go. Smiling ear to ear Paulette nodded. She then climbed up on her husband's lap and started kissing him passionately.

Holding her waist Paul shifted her ass, lowering it. He was offering it to me. I parted open her cheeks, rubbing my finger over her anus. I knelt as Paul parted open her cheeks letting me dart, kiss and tease her anus with the tip of my tongue listening to her moan into Paul's mouth. 

When it was time she held his shaft under her, climbed over him, and let Paul into her pussy on the chaise, her dancer's legs dangling from the sides. I lifted the bottom edge of the leather jacket and began to stuff my swollen, saliva coated cock into Paulette's rosebud. 

Being a bit overweight its flesh jolted with every little jab. Soon Paulette was tightly sandwiched between the two of us taking us in her body. Once I began feeling her ass I decided to ream her hard. If she was giving me her ass then I was going to take it. 

The grunts of two men in her could not drown out her cries, which echoed through out the living room, stuffed with cocks in her cervix and rectum Paulette was in total ecstasy basking in our double penetration of her.

The three of us continued fucking each other, sometimes slowly and gently, at others with much passion. Paulette's ass was a delicacy to fuck and admire. I decided to take the jacket off. It was soaked from the inside and I slung it over the bi-sectional

"Give me your ass Paulette! Fuckk!!! You fucking bitchhh!" I yelled. Paul and I were holding her body still with our powerful arms as we prepared to finish the act on this amazing woman. 

"Yeah, Phil, take my ass, it's yours," she responded. I reacted by smacking her right cheek hard with my open palm as I kept humping.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, I'm enjoying your ass baby!" I cried out.

"I want you guys to stuff me!!" Paulette sighed.

We both plowed into her savagely. Paulette was rubbing at her husband's sweaty muscular chest, our hard cocks snaking into her simultaneously. 

"Fucking bitch, hell yeah!!" cried Paul.

"I'm gonna' come in your ass, Paulette," I cried.

I felt the tip of my sensitive crown blow come up Paulette's rectum. I completely spattered her large intestine with ejaculate. When I finished I rubbed Paulette's shoulders as she rode her husband, egging him on to shoot. 

"Come on buddy! Fuck your little slut wife!" I cried. 

"Show me what you got!! Come on, that's pathetic for an ex-marine!" Paulette added. 

"Look at Paulette my friend, she's loving it!" I muttered.

"Yeah, she's happier than a pig in shit!" Paul answered.

"You got that right," I responded.

"Yeah, I know this is turnin' her fuckin' on! She'll be chugged full of our come in a minute, partner," Paul cried.

"Shiiiit, fixi'n to come honey!" exclaimed Paul.

"Me too honey, I'm coming, ohmigawwwd! Don't stop!!" cried Paulette. 

Paul's stem soared up unleashing a white ocean of ejaculate that spilled out of her snatch covering the base of his shaft. Paulette squealed out sharply and spoke incoherently in in a sultry voice. She closed her eyes, gyrating her hips downward widely, covered in sweat from all three of us. I rubbed her glistening shoulders sucking on earlobe. 

When it was done she shifted from one man to the other. We took turns holding her. And I hugged the woman who had become my mistress with a feeling of wholeness.



Three Leather Jacket Tassels



Reaching down with her beautiful piano-player's hand Eny started sifting through the assortment of sex toys selecting a realistic rubber vibrator. I appraised Eny's naked body zooming in again and watching her as as she took a bottle of warm-up lubricant and switched the device on with its tip gelled in oil. 

My wife held on with one arm, turning her head and still smoking. She smiling over at Eny over her choice. Then Eny slowly walked close and gently stroked Paulette's pussy with the tip of the penis. Finding her entrance Eny slowly pushed the dildo in as my wife moaned aloud dropping the cigarette from her mouth, Eny began slowly fucking my wife. 

My wife flung her beautiful long hair back and to the side blocking her face to the camera. I had to switch over to one farther away and slowly zoom in on her. The camera was opposite them in another room. Once I focused in completely I could see her body. The hanging pendant lights over the bar spotlighted her beautiful figure. 

Laser treatments on her belly, and a breast lift had restored Paulette's body to near perfection after she got pregnant by her first husband. Her figure was so gorgeous it looked like a dangerous wild animal was on the two stools. After about seven minutes my wife's hips began to rock back, raising her ass higher against Eny's hand on the bottom of the vibrator. 

Eny began passionately kissing, fondlin', love biting, and licking at the flesh on Paulette's creamy heart shaped ass. My wife's hips froze as Eny ground and turned the throbbing hot vibrator deep in her gash. 

As the dildo throbbed deep inside of her, my wife's neck drooped down and her shoulder blades dinted back against her glistening flesh. When it was done Eny carefully slid the vibrator out. 

"You look really cute in that Eny," my wife said with an approving smile as she turned her head back. Reaching for my wife's trucker hat hanging on a cabinet knob, Eny was trying it on. Turning the cap backwards Eny began eating Paulette out from behind. Her raw little mouth sucking Paulette's juices, coating her pussy with raw saliva, lapping, teasing my wife's swollen pearl, drowning her quim membranes with her spit. 

Eny whispered something unintelligible as she removed the trucker's cap and hung it back on the cabinet knob. Naked as jaybirds they both got to their feet. My wife climbed off those bar stools. They picked out a bottle from the assortment of liquor we had inside our furniture bar-cabinets. 

After opening up the bottle with a corkscrew and cap lifter, my wife poured white wine from the bottle into two cups to the rims. Both women began drinking in the nude and mutually appreciating their figures. Then they hugged and cuddled, Paulette's large sweaty breasts brushing against Eny's smaller breasts. 

They kissed each other on the mouth deeply, and then whispered something. Paulette climbed up slowly and lay on our flat ample bar table behind our stools. Eny slowly climbed on top across my wife with her body inverted in a sixty-nine. Paulette took Eny's slim pelvis in her hands and to her full lips like white on rice; "Ain't that the berries!" I said to myself under my breath. 

Them two looked like a meal. Them bodies fit together perfectly. They reminded me of the tender gift from God dumplings I used to eat back home in Texas. Paulette was very gentle as she got Eny off, licking and cooing carefully. Eny was more aggressive and used her fingers as she worked on my wife. 

In due time I saw both women reach orgasm. Paulette went first, her lower body tightening under Eny's supple waist, jerking back her sensitive twat from the giver's lips. Shortly after recovering Paulette took control and rolled Eny's body to one side, fastening her thigh over her mouth to get at her delicious pearl; Paulette's long hair raining down below the edge of the bar table; "Right there, baby," Eny said. 

Switching back to the first camera and zooming in I could see my wife's epicurean derrière, its form reconciling from laying flat on the hardwood table. She was chasing Eny's orgasm rolling her hot slick tongue over her pearl and sucking Eny's pussy, tasting it with her wet mouth. Eny curled Paulette over and on top of her waifish frame, getting closer. My wife chased her orgasm until she stole it away from Eny like a fiend. 

Eny's neck quivering as her female lover took her home tasting the sweetness of her orgasm with my wife's fresh juices in her mouth; her body squirming in pure bliss withdrawing from my wife's open mouth, Paulette drinking her fresh streams, letting them flow into her body. The two slowly climbed down with their pupils dilated and faces flushed. 

They kissed each other and holding hands, walked around the house taking turns blowing out the remaining candle wicks that hadn't burned out. Then I saw them slowly walk upstairs to my bedroom. Paulette led the way with Eny flutterin' behind her. 

I came out of my SUV when they were gone leaving the door wide open. Walking inside the threshold, tossing my keys against a table I took off my leather jacket; they were really tearin' up Jake in here I said looking around. I looked for my pack of smokes but the gals had finished them. 

I picked up the fizzling out one they left on the floor. Scoffing to myself as I held it I decided to take a drag just for kicks. Then I dropped it and crushed the tip with my boot. The nicotine relaxed me for what I felt I had to do next. With the smell of passion in the air all around me I felt betrayed in the worse way, even if I did enjoy watching them fuck. 

"My wife had betrayed me!" I thought to myself with a grin on my face, shaking my head. I was hurt and in my lonesome felt like sitting down and bawling my eyes out, but I had the will to live like a man. Taking the bottle of white wine in my hand I pulled away the cork.

I took a few heavy swigs directly from the bottle. I was wearing my new shirt and tore at it in anger exposing my form fitting white ribbed tank top underneath. I didn't care anymore and harshly walked up the steps and down the hall to my bedroom with the bottle in my hand. I smashed the door in. 

"What the damn hell are you two doin'!!" I yelled. They were holding each other like the other day. They both bolted up, but only Paulette showed any fear. She was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. Paulette took most of the satin from the bed covers and shrouded her naked body against it. 

I stared at them red eyed and tossed the empty bottle on top of the bed. Eny didn't even seem shook up, in fact the whole thing seemed to turn her on. I saw her starin' at my bustling chest under my white tank top.

"Easy there Tex! Welcome home!" said Eny.

"Well shut my mouth!" I responded all swole up.

"What's the matter, it's not like you caught her with a man!"

"Hesh up! You done stopped prechin' and gone meddlin'!!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"What the fuck you two doin'?? get off my wife Inni!"

"My name is pronounced Eh-nai, you moron!" she returned. The little gamine was hardly phased; she just looked at my body.

"What the fuck kind of heathen name is that anyway?"

"Shut up you idiot!"

"Bridle your tongue in my house!" I said.

"I will say whatever the fuck I want!" Her smart mouth replied.

"With all your rough talk Eny, you don't scare me one bit."

"You don't fucking scare me one bit either with all your rough cowboy shit!"

"Eny, you keep cussin' like that and you're going to go to hell in a hand basket!"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up cowboy and show us you're a man, come over here in just those spurs cowboy, and join the fun," she returned in a sultry tone staring up at me with her irresistibly penetrating turquoise eyes.

"You think I won't? Ain't my first rodeo!" I said, starting to undress. 

"Why don't you come over here with us Paul," my wife said beginning to act more relaxed. 

"I reckon I can set with that Paulette, that is, if you can..."

"I can," she responded looking into my eyes with a tender smile. 

"Just shut the fuck up and listen to your wife, Tex. Doesn't a cowboy know how to listen to his wife?" asked Eny in a husky voice. 

My entire muscular torso was now exposed and I could tell they were both getting aroused. Eny reached for the sheets partially holding in Paulette's gorgeous bust and took them away. She left them to wind onto the floor. They were both naked on my bed. The dainty faces of two beautiful gals with their eyes staring up at me tenderly.

To be continued.