Johnny almost dropped the suitcases he was carrying in each hand when Morgan opened the door to her and Allan’s house. Morgan was a woman with curves, who’d always had the kind of ass and thighs that made Johnny’s mouth water and huge thick breasts you could cup in each hand and bury your face between. Now she stood before him, framed in the doorway, in two-piece red silk lingerie with red stockings and pumps. Her bra and panties barely contained her fat ass and massive tits, her silky black hair hung down to her shoulders, and she stared at him seductively with her green eyes. He hadn’t seen either her or Allan in the five subsequent years since his and Allan’s band had broken up and he’d moved to the coast to become the hot shot producer he was today and Allan had begun his singer/songwriter career. He’d always been attracted to Morgan and seeing her like this, even after all these years made his cock bulge hard in his jeans.
Just as Johnny was taking the scene in, still unable to speak, feeling himself pressing harder and harder against the inside of his pants, Allan walked up nonchalantly behind Morgan. The old friends greeted each other and stood in the foyer of Allan’s home and talked of the last five years since they’d seen each other, Allan not trying to hide that he was massaging the inside of his wives’ pussy with his hand down the back of her panties. When the conversation had reached its end, Morgan told them diner would be ready in the hour and Allan helped Johnny with his bags to the guest room. As Allan stood in the guestroom with Johnny they talked of old shows, new music, and how many women they must have shared back in the day. Eventually, Johnny asked about Morgan’s outfit, and Allan explained that was what she was required to wear around the house. She belonged to him and that is what he required of her. Just as Allan was telling Johnny that as long as he was a guest in his home, he was more than welcome to have Morgan as much as he wanted, the only requirement being that Allan would be able to watch, Morgan called them for dinner.
As Johnny, Morgan, and Allan finished their dinner, all of them at least two full wine glasses in, Allan disappeared through into the living room. Morgan took this as her opportunity and made her way around the table to take the chair next to Johnny. She sat down close to him, still in her red lingerie, looked him deep in the eyes and asked him if he’d been working with anyone famous lately. As Johnny began answering, Morgan had already begun to unbutton his jeans, taking Johnny’s hardening dick in her hands and pulling it to the surface under the dinner table.
When Allan came back into the kitchen, lighting a blunt full of his own private grow that Johnny hadn’t smoked since high school, Morgan’s ass, spilling out from under her red silk panties, was up in the air as she sat on her knees in the chair next to Johnny. His right hand was wrapped up in her hair, pulling her mouth up and down on his cock, Morgan’s slobber dripping down his balls. Allan took the seat across from them, smiling, passing Johnny the blunt in his free hand, saying something about how this would make it feel better.
Between the wine, the blunt, and the fantastic blowjob, which had left Morgan’s bright red lipstick up and down Johnny’s shaft, his head was swimming hard and he barely knew what was happening when Morgan pulled him into the bedroom, Allan following them, the cock Johnny had taken so many other girls alongside pushing the seam of his pants outward. Immediately when they hit the silk sheets, Johnny had Morgan’s silk red panties pulled to her ankles and was burying his face in her wide gushing pussy and jiggling fat ass. Allan sat on a love seat in the corner slowly stroking his thick shaft, now in his hands.
When Johnny couldn’t stand it anymore, he rose from the warm, wet pussy, juices and cum dripping down his face, took his massive cock in both hands and buried it deep inside his best friend’s wife. As he pulled her bra up and took hold of her gigantic breasts, massaging her tits as he pumped in and out of her, he could see Allan in his periphery stroking his cock as hard as he could. Morgan rose, screaming, as she dug her nails into Johnny’s back and came, pissing and squirting all over Johnny’s dick. The sensation forced Johnny’s cock to spasm inside of her, sending his own cum shooting back as Morgan came hard. He could hear Allan’s cries of ecstasy as he fell onto the bed exhausted and saw his dick dripping as he closed his eyes, the three old friends bathing together in the afterglow.
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