Marilyn Does it Again, by Lady Grey
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Marilyn does it again By Lady Grey

Marilyn was awakened from a deep sleep by the phone ringing by her bedside. She reached out and picked up the receiver. "Hello," she mumbled sleepily into the mouth piece.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

She sat up in bed as she recognized the voice of Martin Greenup, one of the bosses of the company her husband, Todd, worked for, and with whom she had an enjoyable sexual experience at a company party a week ago.

"Sorry, Mr. Greenup, I must have over slept. Todd's not here at the moment; he's away on business."

"I'm aware of that fact, and call me Martin. I think we know each other well enough for that."

"Sorry, Martin. What can I do for you?"

There was a slight pause at the end of the line. "I'm sure I'll think of something," Martin said. She could tell he was smiling. "It was just that I know Todd's away, and I wondered if we might get together again if that wasn't being a little too presumptuous."

Marilyn smiled to herself. She had been hoping that Martin would want to see her again, and what had happened between them had not been a one off.

"Yes, I'd love to meet up with you. What have you in mind?"

After last time, she had a good idea of what he had in mind. She still when going to sleep was thinking about the sex they had enjoyed in that big spacious bed in Martin's mansion.

"Well, I know we need to be careful. I know how people talk so how about you come down to the office. We can discuss things, and then move on from there. I know a few places where we won't be recognized."

"Sound's good," Marilyn said brightly. "Around four be okay? I have a hairdresser's appointment earlier."

"Yes, that's just about right. We can have a drink in the office, and then go on to some place for a meal."

Marilyn replaced the receiver with a smile. Things were looking up. She was feeling a bit lonely with Todd being away, not that he was a lot of use to her when he was here, but he was company.

She slipped out of bed and stood in front of the long mirror. She fluffed up her long blond hair. It looked a bit messy. Good job she was going to the hairdresser's before her meeting with Martin. She slipped her nightdress straps off her shoulders and allowed the silk nightdress to slip down her body, falling in a pool of material around her feet. She looked at her naked body in the mirror. She cupped her breasts and felt the nipples begin to stiffen. She smiled. She loved the way her body instantly responded to her touch.

She moved her hands down over the firmness of her stomach. As she brushed her hands over her pronounced pubic mound, she felt a slight trace of soft stubble. She would have to deal with that before tonight. Her fingers moved down and parted the soft outer lips of her pussy. Encountering the warm moistness of the inner lips, she shivered slightly. Hopefully tonight's experience with Martin would be a repeat of the other night. She eased her finger in deeper and moaned softly to herself as she located her tender clit. She was feeling guilty about deceiving Todd, but if he couldn't provide for her needs, well, what was a girl to do?

The call from Martin had brightened her whole day. After a shower, she walked naked around her bedroom enjoying selecting things to wear for her date tonight. It was like she was single again and wanting to please her lover. She needed something especially sexy for tonight, something Martin would love. She remembered the black basque she had bought from that expensive lingerie shop on a trip to Amsterdam. She had not worn it for a long time; there hadn't seemed a point. Todd never seemed interested in what she wore these days.

She held it up to her body. Yes, that was just right for tonight. The half cups thrust up her breasts and only just concealed her nipples. It was shaped snugly around her waist with a short frilly lace skirt that only extended three inches below her waist, leaving her most important assets totally exposed with the long suspenders trailing down her thighs. She looked through her underwear selection looking for something to wear with it: maybe a thong or a pair of high legged panties. Then she smiled and gave up. Why bother wearing anything else? She was sure Martin wouldn't mind.

She found a new pair of stockings, ones with seams running up the back, and she picked out her five inch high heeled patent shoes. To finish off, she took out a little black cocktail dress, her pride and joy. It had cost Todd a small fortune from Eve St-Laurent while they were on their honeymoon in Paris. She laid the clothes out ready on the bed, and dressed casually for her trip to the hairdresser's.

Gordon smiled a greeting when Marilyn walked into the salon. He walked up to her, took her hand, and raised it to his lips. "So pleased to see you again, my dear. You look delightful," he said in his high woman like voice, holding Marilyn at arm's length.

Gordon was definitely queer, but he was a great hair dresser, and over the years, they had become close friends and confidants. Marilyn was happy to share her most intimate secrets with him.

"You look bright and happy today. You found a new man?"

Marilyn nodded. "Yes, and I've a special date tonight so I need to look good."

He nodded knowingly. "Todd still not doing the business."

"Sadly, no," she replied. "Too engrossed with his work, but I have made other arrangements."

He smiled as he began to work on her hair. "Hope he's a nice guy."

"Very nice," she said with a grin. "Met him at a party last week; he made a lasting impression. Todd's away on business this week so while the cat's away-- and I guess you know the rest."

He smiled. "You go out and enjoy yourself, my dear. You deserve it. He must be mad, that husband of yours, not looking after your needs. You almost make me wish I were straight." They both laughed.

Marilyn looked good, both when Gordon had finished with her and when her nails were done. She was now getting excited about the evening ahead as she was driven home in a taxi.

Back home, she poured herself a large glass of white wine before going up to get ready. She carefully covered her hair in a shower cap, then took a nice warm shower. After her shower, she sat on the side of the bath, and with her lady shaver, she carefully removed any trace of hair from her pussy mound before applying moisturizer and a cream perfume. She checked the result in the mirror and smiled as she ran her hand over the perfectly smooth mound. Yes, that was perfect.

She slipped into the basque, and as usual had some difficulty fastening it up, but managed it after a struggle. Men, even her husband, were useful for some things, and getting into and out of a basque was one of them. She sat on her dressing stool and eased on the black seamed stockings before attaching them to the suspenders. Then she slipped her feet into the shiny high heels. She stood up and looked at the result in the mirror. Yes, she certainly looked good. She remembered a scene from a Joan Collin's movie, The Bitch, where she had worn a similar outfit. In the scene Joan had, of course, worn panties. Marilyn thought Martin would like hers better.

She sat and did her make up before stepping into the Eve St-Laurent dress and easing it up. She was pleased to find it still fit her perfectly. She went back downstairs, and had just time to slip into a light coat before the taxi arrived.

Martin's secretary had been informed of her pending arrival. She smiled when she walked in. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Thompson. Nice to see you again. Mr. Greenup is expecting you. If you would like, use his private lift." She indicated a doorway in the corner.

The private lift went straight up to Martin's tenth floor office, and saved what could have been an embarrassing walk up the normal way. Martin was waiting to greet her when she stepped out. "So nice to see you again, Marilyn," he said, taking her in his arms and drawing her towards him and kissing her cheek.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, releasing her and walking over to a well disguised liquor cabinet. Marilyn nodded. "White wine?" he inquired. She nodded again and watched him pour out two large glasses.

He passed one to her and held his up. "To an enjoyable evening." She clinked her glass against his and smiled. The wine was chilled and delightful, and even to her, it tasted expensive.

He took a drink and then placed his glass on the desk. "I'm just waiting for an important call from the states. Would you like to take your coat off? It shouldn't be too long." He came over and Marilyn allowed him to remover her coat. He laid it over the back of a chair, then he turned and looked at her. "That's a very pretty dress; looks expensive."

She smiled. "A present from Todd on our honeymoon in Paris. It's an Eve St-Laurent, but don't get too many chances to wear it these days."

Martin nodded. "You look good in it. I'm sure I can find places for us to go to give you an excuse to wear it more."

Marilyn walked slowly around the sumptuous office, and she knew Martin was watching her closely. She stared out of the large picture windows that overlooked the river, and in the distance she could see the dark purple slopes of the mountains.

"You have a wonderful view from up here," she commented.

"Yes," said Martin with a slight grin. "I was just admiring it."

Marilyn shook her head slowly. "You are incorrigible."

As she stood looking out of the window, he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. "You are a delightful creature," he whispered in her ear. She tensed her body expectantly as she felt him slide his hands up and cup her breasts; he kneaded them gently.

"I've been dreaming all week about doing this again."

Marilyn pressed herself back against him feeling the growing hardness pressing into her bottom. "So have I," she whispered hoarsely.

He felt her body stiffen slightly as he brushed the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. "It's okay;" he whispered reassuringly; we won't be disturbed."

She relaxed and allowed him to slide the straps down her arms. Then she felt him working on the zip of her dress. She was beginning to feel warm now. How would he react to her outfit? Was it too blatant?

With the dress unfastened, he peeled it slowly down her body. It was beginning to go dusk outside, and he could see her reflection in the window. He saw her partially exposed breasts, and was that just a trace of pink areola he could see peeking over the top of the cups?

With his help, the dress continued its slow descent, and when he had to ease it down over her hips, it felt like a slight electric shock as his fingers touched her bare flesh. Suddenly, it was free and the dress fell to the floor. She carefully stepped out of it and eased it aside. She did not want to damage it with her heels.

For a moment Martin was transfixed by the wonderful sight reflected in the window. The fact that she was wearing nothing from the waist down apart from her stockings was mind blowing. The delightful sight of her bare pussy framed with the dark straps of her suspenders brought him to instant hardness.

"My God, Marilyn!" he exclaimed; "you look fucking wonderful."

She eased herself out of his arms and moved away from him. She rested up against the cool glass of the window, stretched her arms out against the glass facing him, and smiled, a seductive smile. "I'm glad you like my outfit."

She saw him move his hand down and ease his straining erection into a more comfortable position. "Have you got something there for me?" she asked coyly, running the tip of her tongue suggestively across her lips. She walked back toward him, and reaching out, she ran her hand over the rock like hardness of his erection.

"I think I had better do something about this before you do yourself an injury."

She dropped down onto her knees and went to work on the zip of his pants. Once undone, his cock needed some encouragement to come out from the confines of his trousers. At last, the magnificent specimen was in her hands, and she began to work on it, stroking her fingers along its full length.

The thick purple head looked dark and angry. She licked her tongue across it and heard Martin sharply inhale his breath and grip tightly onto her shoulders. She smiled to herself. Then she opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around the hard shaft before drawing it deep into her throat.

Once more Martin enjoyed the thrill and pleasure of oral sex at the hands of, or rather the lips of, the beautiful Marilyn as she expertly manipulated his cock in and out of her delicious mouth. She soon began to work her magic and he was gasping and straining to prolong the wonderful experience as she brought him closer and closer to a climax. At last, he could hold out no longer, and with a cry, he erupted and felt her greedily swallow down everything he pumped into her.

When his cock softened slightly, she looked up, licking the last remaining drops of semen off her lips. "Does that feel better, my darling?" He nodded, still unable to speak and she smiled.

She stood up, went over and picked up her glass, and took a long drink. Then she turned and looked over at Martin. She was pleased to see that his cock, still protruding from his pants, was almost hard again. She eased herself up onto the corner of his desk, spread her legs slightly, and ran her finger suggestively between the lips of her pussy. "When you are ready, I could use some of that in here," she said, indicating his exposed cock and then her wide open pussy.

He smiled and wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it a few times, bringing it back to full attention. He stepped towards her, moved between her legs, and rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, spreading the lips. "You mean in here?" he questioned.

She grinned. "Don't fuck around, Martin. I need you inside me so stuck it in there and let Percy do his work."

Martin grinned and began to slowly ease himself into Marilyn's welcoming hole. As he pressed into her, he felt her gripping him and he groaned. "You are a wonderful little whore," he said huskily. As he began fucking her, he flipped down the cups of her basque exposing more of her breasts. He nipped painfully on the hard protruding nipples and was amused when Marilyn squealed in pain.

As he continued to thrust into her, he worked also on her breasts, and the multiple treatments soon brought her to a gasping, mind blowing climax, and she flopped against him breathing heavily.

When at last she had regained some composure, she raised her head. She smiled weakly.

"Was that up to expectations?" he asked.

She nodded. "It will do for now, but don't think you have finished."

Just then the phone rang and he reached over and picked it up. He listened for a moment, then placed his hand over the mouthpiece. "The American call I was expecting; won't be too long, hopefully."

He sat at his desk and began talking. Marilyn mouthed, "Bathroom." He pointed over to a door just beside the one to the lift. She went over and found herself in a small but smart, well appointed room. She ran some warm water into a washbasin and cleaned herself up. She pressed a warm cloth to her breasts easing the slight pain she still felt from Martin's ministrations.

As she combed out her hair and looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered what Todd would say if he could see her now, standing in his employer's bathroom with her breasts hanging out of her basque and no pants on. She smiled. She would have loved to see his face. She eased the basque cups up to cover her breasts and took one last look in the mirror. She didn't care; she was having fun.

When she walked back into Martin's office, he was on the phone. He beckoned her over. She went around and perched herself on his knee. He kissed her lightly and continued with his conversation. As he talked, he ran his hand slowly over her exposed pussy as Marilyn snuggled up to him.

At last he concluded the conversation and put the phone down. "Sorry about that," he said, kissing her on the lips. "It was important, and I did have to take it."

Marilyn nodded. "I do understand."

He smiled. Just then the phone rang again. He looked at it, annoyed. Marilyn shrugged, and he picked it up. "Oh, hi there, Graham. I didn't know you were back."

He listened to the phone for a few moments, nodding from time to time. "Well, I don't know. I was just about to go out." He looked at Marilyn and shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Look, I can only give you five minutes." He listened and then looked at Marilyn. "That's nothing to do with it, bro. There is time for pleasure and time for work, and now it's after work; its pleasure time." He smiled as he listened again. "Ok, Ok, but just make it brief." He shook his head as he put the phone down. "That was Graham, my brother and co director of the company. He's just returned from Europe, and has some things he wants me to see; says that it can't wait."

"He's coming up here?" Marilyn inquired, slightly alarmed.

Martin nodded. "Hopefully, he won't take too long."

She slid off Martin's knee and started to make her way to where her discarded dress still lay on the floor. She had just picked up the dress when Martin called to her. He had a slight smile on his face.

"Can I ask a favor?"

She looked at him expectantly, the dress in her hand, and an inquiring look on her face.

"Would you not put the dress back on just yet?"

She looked at him. "But I thought your brother was coming up?"

He grinned. "He is; that's just the point."

"And you want him to see me like this?" Marilyn asked, looking down at her revealing outfit.

"Would you mind? It's just a bit of fun. I would like to see his face when he walks in."

Marilyn placed the dress on a chair. She smiled. "You guys! What is it about you? You're all the same; enjoy showing your girls to other men." Martin chuckled. "He was dead jealous when I told him about the night at the party."

"You told him what we did?" Marilyn said with some surprise.

He nodded. "We are brothers, but we are also the best of friends. We tell each other everything."

Marilyn was a little surprised about these revelations, and now was even feeling a little excited about what was about to happen. "What do you want me to do?" she inquired.

"Just sit on that chair in front of the desk." Marilyn sat down. "And pretend you are taking notes," he said as he passed her a shorthand note book. She looked at him and smiled. "Boys will be boys."

She crossed one leg over the other and sat there waiting expectantly. Suddenly the door opened and an older version of Martin stepped into the office carrying a sheaf of papers. He smiled at Martin. "Hi, Bro." Then he stopped and his eyes widened as he saw Marilyn and the skimpy outfit she was wearing.

"Fuck me! I didn't realise.....," he said, his hand going to his mouth.

Martin smiled. "I don't think you have met my new secretary, Marilyn." He grinned. "Marilyn, this is my big brother, Graham."

Marilyn smiled and stood up. Graham's eyes widened even more as she now revealed everything to him. For her part, Marilyn was suddenly enjoying the experience: the totally unreal excitement of showing herself almost naked to another stranger.

"I don't know what he's paying you," Graham said with a grin, "but if you would like to come and work for me, I'll double it. Especially if those are your usual working clothes."

Martin smiled. ""Don't listen to him. Even when we were boys, he was always trying to take my toys from me. And he's never changed." Graham laughed.

"No, seriously," Martin said, "this is Marilyn Thompson. She is the one I told you about from the party."

Graham looked at her and smiled. "So you are Todd's wife. Yes, I've heard about you. Martin was very enthusiastic about your abilities. Said you were a very obliging young lady."

Marilyn felt herself blushing being talked about this way. Graham smiled when he saw her blushing. He went over and put an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry, Marilyn. From what I've seen already, he was quite correct."

"Will you put the woman down and tell me what's so important you had to disturb me."

"Well, yes," Graham said. "It had completely gone out of my mind." He looked at Marilyn again and grinned. "I wanted you to see these proposals I brought back from Europe, but now seeing how things stand it does not seem so important."

Graham handed him the papers and he flicked through them. "Is there anything that won't last until tomorrow? We are just about ready to go out to get something to eat."

Graham shook his head. "No, I don't guess so. You going anywhere special?"

"Thought we might go over to Carlotta's. It's out of the way; don't want to go anywhere we might be known."

Graham nodded. "Good idea, and it is out of the way. Mind if I tag along? I haven't eaten yet."

Martin looked over at Marilyn. Martin was interested to see how she reacted to the suggestion. He knew quite well what Graham had in mind. It wouldn't be the first time the pair of them had shared a woman.

She just shrugged. "It's okay by me if it's okay by you."

"Okay, bro, come along, but you can do the driving."

Graham smiled. "I've left the car downstairs. I can always leave it over there after the meal if I drink too much and go and pick it up in the morning."

Martin picked up his jacket and slipped it on while Marilyn collected her dress. Graham looked a little disappointed as he watched her step into it. "I was hoping you were going as you were," he said with a grin.

Marilyn smiled, shaking her head as she zipped up her dress. They took the private lift down to the car park, and Graham opened the door of the rakish looking sports car and allowed her to slide into the back while Martin sat with him at the front.

The two men chatted together as they drove over to the next town, a distance of about thirty miles which they seemed to cover in extra quick time. They pulled up at the front of a small Italian restaurant and Martin got out and assisted Marilyn out of the back seat. They made their way inside while someone parked up the car.

Inside, the place looked deceptively small with low lighting and secluded booths, just the place for a romantic evening, she thought, but she wondered how would things go now that Graham had tagged along. They were shown to a booth and Marilyn sat between the two men. A waiter handed them the menu, and Graham studied the comprehensive wine list before ordering. The waiter returned with a bottle and showed it to Graham before opening it and allowing him to taste. He nodded his acceptance and the waiter filled the three glasses. When he had left, Graham raised his glass. "To an interesting new friendship," he said, smiling at Marilyn. They clinked glasses and Marilyn smiled to herself. Was there something they weren't telling her?

The meal was delicious. Marilyn loved Italian food and this was perfection: the sea food tender and succulent and the steak cooked to perfection. They were well on to their third bottle of wine before the desert course, and Marilyn guessed that Graham would not be driving them home tonight. Fresh fruit crepes were served for desert liberally sprinkled with alcohol and fresh cream. With the last spoonful devoured, Marilyn slumped back in her seat. "That has got to be one of the best meals I have ever tasted." Both men smiled. "Glad you enjoyed it," Martin said. "Now how about a nice liquor to finish with?

Marilyn smiled. "I'd love an Irish coffee, made with Jamison's."

Martin nodded and ordered her the drink plus two large brandies for Graham and himself. With the drinks on the table, the three of them sat back and relaxed. Marilyn wondered how the rest of the evening was going to turn out. She was feeling totally relaxed with the two of them.

The thought of a threesome had never entered her head. It was something she had fantasized about from time to time, but she had never thought it possible. She looked at the two men seated beside her; maybe tonight was the night.

She jumped suddenly when she felt a hand on her leg, and realised at once it was Graham. He stroked her leg and squeezed on it gently before moving it slightly further up her thigh. Almost at the same moment, she felt another hand, this time on the other leg. She looked from one to the other and both of them smiled at her. She sat back in her seat, picked up her glass, and slowly sipped the creamy liquid.

Inch by inch the two hands moved slowly upwards. She wasn't too worried about being seen as the booth was in quite low light and the table cloth hid from prying eyes what was going on under it. She began to breathe just a little bit quicker as both hands neared their destination. Now they were only inches away from their goal. She almost spilled her drink as Graham touched her pussy, rubbing his hand over the now damp mound and easing his way between her lips.

From the other side, Martin's hand joined his brother's. He moved upwards uncovering her clit and started to massage it in a slow circular motion. It was like nothing she had experienced before. Here she was in a public restaurant with two men assaulting her intimately. She clutched onto the glass tightly trying to restrain her breathing as she felt herself nearing a climax. When it came, she almost dropped the glass on the table as she grabbed for a napkin and stuffed it up against her mouth to prevent her cries being heard.

The two men removed their hands and wiped them on a napkin. They smiled at each other. "I think we ought to get the bill, Graham said. "We need to take this young lady somewhere a little more private."

They settled the bill, and the waiter called them a cab. The three of them piled into the back with Marilyn seated in the middle again. Marilyn didn't know where they were going, but after a short drive she was not surprised when they drove through the gates of the Greenup mansion where she had been a week ago on the night of her first liaison with Martin.

The Greenup's butler let them in, and Graham told him to bring a tray of drinks through to the study. After that they did not want to be disturbed. The study was warm with a large open fire burning in the grate. The butler followed them in almost immediately and set a tray of drinks down on the low table. Then he left, closing the door behind him.

Graham looked over at Marilyn. "Do you drink whisky?" She nodded and he poured out three glasses.

He passed out the glasses. "Here's to hopefully a most interesting evening," he said, raising his glass. Marilyn looked at the two men and a slight shudder went through her body. Did they both intend to fuck her? She did hope so.

She took a swig of the drink and the sharp liquid burnt her throat as it slipped down. The two men settled themselves down in two leather armchairs. Marilyn was left standing facing them.

Graham sipped on his drink, then looked up at her. "I think I'd like to see everything now, Marilyn, so please undress completely for me."

Marilyn looked across at Martin. He said nothing, just sat looking up at her. She took another drink, then placed her glass back on the table. She unzipped the dress at the side, then eased the thin straps off her shoulders. She pulled the dress slowly down her body till it fell to the floor and she was able to step out of it. She picked it up and laid it over a chair. She stood looking at the two men for a moment. Neither of them said anything. They just looked. She could feel the heat of the fire now on her bare bottom. It felt slightly comforting.

She bent down and unclipped the stockings from the suspenders and rolled them down one by one. She slipped the shoes off her feet to remove the stockings completely and then replacing the shoes.

She reached around and began the difficult task of unclipping the basque; at least it was slightly easier to unfasten it than to put it on. As the final clip gave way, she clutched it to her for a moment and then pulled it away revealing her body in all its naked glory. She stood there, the discarded basque dangling from her fingers.

Both men could see that her nipples were erect. The act of stripping in front of them had aroused her; she was feeling hot. She had already cum twice that evening. She wondered how many more times she was going to feel the pleasurable sensation.

"Martin tells me you like giving head," Graham said as he began to ease down his zip. He slipped a hand inside and withdrew a sizeable erection. "Come over here and show me what you can do with this." Marilyn walked over to him and sank down on her knees. She gripped the hard rod of flesh with both hands, then bent forward and covered the end with her mouth. She smiled to herself as she heard him gasp as she allowed him to slide deep into her pushing up against the back of her throat.

She began to work on him using her hands and lips. She felt his fingers digging into her shoulders as he became more and more aroused. She brought him to the point of no return several times, but then would back off, not allowing him to cum. He was crying out for release. At last she allowed him the pleasure, and he shot gobs and gobs of his juices deep into her mouth where she eagerly swallowed as much of his cum as she could manage, allowing the rest of run down the sides of her face.

Afterwards she licked him clean like a young child licking out a mixing bowl, and then scooped as much cum as she could off her face, relishing licking it off her fingers. She looked up at him when the job was completed and smiled. "Was that to your liking, sir?"

He smiled. "Yes, my dear. Martin was correct; you do know how to pleasure a man."

He looked over at Martin. "Now, I think it is your turn, little brother, but I think Marilyn should get her share as well so while she goes down on you, I'm going to show her what a man can do. He stood up and pulled Marilyn up to her feet. "Rest yourself on the chair arm," he instructed. Marilyn bent over and now she was looking straight at Martin's erect cock that he had already taken out. "Just ease your legs apart slightly and then you can go down on him." Again she followed instructions.

Martin held his cock in position and watched as her lips closed around it engulfing him in the warm wetness of her mouth. As she began to work on it, she felt Graham behind her. He was spreading her bottom. She wondered for a moment if he were going to take her in the rear, but his cock found its way with a little help into her wet pussy, and with a lunge, he thrust into her. She almost choked as Martin's cock was thrust down her throat, but she recovered in time and hardly missed a stroke.

She couldn't believe the wonderful sensation she felt as she was taken doggie style by Graham while she took Martin's cock in at the other end. The three of them worked together well with both men giving and taking satisfaction from her body as they thrust themselves into her. Both of them were playing with her delightful breasts that hung like ripe melons and swung with the movements of her body.

At last, they all came almost together. Cum filled her mouth and ran in rivulets down her chin, while at the other end, it oozed from her pussy mixed with her own juices and ran down her legs.

After that, she seemed to lose count of the many times she was penetrated and she just lay on the soft rug in front of the fire and let them take her at their will. Both of them certainly had stamina.

It was well into the early morning when she was assisted up the stairs and helped into a warm bath where two pairs of grateful hands washed her body. Then she was lifted out and tenderly dried before been carried to a comfortable bed where she feel immediately in to a deep exhausted sleep.

Our Marilyns certainly a naughty little slut wife isint she, if you are wondering what she gets up to next time just add me to you favourite author list and you will be notified when the next part is ready for you to read. Regards Laura.