Unzipped Again
written by:
mcerotic

This is a sequel of sorts to Unzipped although it stands on its own and is self-contained.

Peter watched as Gigi woke up. She looked a bit confused for a moment before she realized she was waking in Peter's bed, not in her own marital bed where she was meant to be.

Peter leaned over and kissed her. "Good morning."

"Good morning. It is nice waking up here. Naughty but nice."

When Gigi's husband was away on business a couple of times a month she would come and stay the night at Peter's. "Every married woman needs a boyfriend too," he'd told her and, although she knew he was really joking, she was surprised at how true it now felt. The fact that she wasn't meant to be there, far from making her feel guilty, made everything that much more intense, more exciting. She knew it couldn't go on forever but she also knew he would be very hard to give up.

She glanced at the clock by the bed. "I'm going to have to get up and go to work soon."

"Me too," said Peter.

"I'm having lunch with one of my best girlfriends."

"Is she cute?"

"She's married."

Peter laughed. "They are not exclusive you know. You are both cute and married."

"She is cute, in fact. She's slim, medium build, copper-red hair."

"Breasts?"

"Of course. In proportion. A bit smaller than mine I suppose. You are not going to unzip her though."

"Why not? You'd love to watch."

"Watch you two having sex? I don't think so."

"No. Watch me try and seduce her. Maybe even help."

She said nothing for a moment. "I suppose that would be pretty fun. Watch the puppet-master at work. See how the hell you got me unzipped so fast. But she's married. I can't help you seduce a married friend of mine. I know her husband even."

"So where are you having lunch?"

"Yank Sing."

"Ah. SWPL dim sum."

"SWPL?"

"Stuff white people like. As opposed to dim sum in Chinatown where the aisles are barely wide enough for the cards and everyone is screaming in Cantonese. What time are you meeting?"

"Eleven forty-five."

"OK."

"So what are you planning? What do I need to do?"

"I'll think of something. But we'd better decide why we even know each other. Does your husband drink?"

"Only beer."

"Perfect. This city is full of great places for cocktails so I'm your cocktail partner in crime. So we ask your friend...what's her name?"

"Clea."

"So we ask her to join us for cocktails sometime. Tonight even."

"Get her to go for a drink with us? The start of the slippery slope into your bed."

"The start of the zippery slope. And not my bed, our bed."

"Our bed? You are planning a threesome?"

"Absolutely. You have to help with the unzipping. It's your job to take her panties off. I bet you've never done that."

"Taken a woman's panties off? You are certainly right there. I've never even seen another woman naked. I mean at close range like that. The inner workings laid bare."

"So it'll be a new experience for you."

Gigi laughed. "You never cease to surprise me."

The two of them got up, showered and left for their respective jobs. Peter arrived at Yank Sing a few minutes early but sat across on the other side of the huge lobby. Eventually Gigi showed up and a few minutes later met an attractive red-haired woman. They went and stood in line in front of the hostess desk.

Peter walked up. "Oh hi Gigi. What an unexpected surprise?"

She turned around. "Hi Peter," she said. And then turned to Clea. "This is my friend Peter," she said.

Clea held out her hand. "Clea, pleased to meet you."

"Are you on your own?" Gigi asked.

"No. I'm meeting a potential client. Boring stuff. I hate the sales aspect of my job. Seducing clients is as hard work as seducing women but not nearly as much fun."

Peter froze for a second then took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it as if he'd just received a text. As he put his phone back in his pocket he said, "Well, I guess I'm getting stood up. Crisis in accounting or something."

"Why don't you come and join us then?" said Gigi, catching on immediately.

The three of them were soon seated with a selection of dim sum plates picked from the circulating trolleys.

"So how do you know each other?" Clea asked.

"We got on a chairlift at Tahoe," Peter said. "By the time we got to the top we were making out like a couple of sixteen year olds at a high-school dance."

"That is not what happened," Gigi said laughing. "Well, the chairlift bit is."

"I guessed where she lived. I told her she had to kiss me. She said she was married so she'd buy me a drink instead. We've been for a few drinks since."

"There are so many great places for cocktails in the city and Peter seems to know them all. Why don't you come and join us next time?"

"I can't really. What'll I tell my husband? I'm getting taken drinking with some guy I just met."

"Just tell him you are going for cocktails with me. Or me and some friends. Girls' night out. Talk about cosmos and lemon-drops. Girly drinks. He'll not even want to come."

"When are you next going?"

"This evening in fact. Come on, come with us."

"Two girls are twice as much fun as one," Peter said laughing.

"I should warn you," Gigi said, "that he's a bit of a flirt. Well, a lot of a flirt. He'll totally ignore the fact that you are married."

Clea smiled. "So I'm a married woman going drinking with a guy who is going feed me strong cocktails and hit on me. What could possibly go wrong?"

Peter put his hand on Clea's thigh under the table. "Married women don't get enough genuine compliments."

"You don't know my husband. I get compliments all the time."

"Compliments all the time aren't really genuine, let's face it. You look great hon. Love your hair hon. That dress looks good on you."

"I suppose."

"The fact that I have my hand on your leg is a more genuine compliment about how good your look than your husband saying you look great."

"Perhaps." She reached down and moved his hand from her leg. "But it might just mean you want to..."

"What?"

"Well, move it higher."

"Of course I do. I won't deny it. I want to get you unzipped."

"Oh god. I should absolutely not come drinking with you two." She turned to Gigi. "Does he do this to you too?"

"He does. But once I decided just to enjoy it then...well, I enjoyed it."

"It feels so naughty. But I suppose it's harmless. But also a little risky. Have you...? Has he...undone your zip a little?"

"If you want an answer to those sorts of questions you have to get a couple of cocktails into me first."

Clea laughed. "It's not getting cocktails into me that I'm worried about. It's...well, without the tails."

"Ha-ha. Only cocktails today," Peter said.

"And not just today," said Clea firmly. She paused while Peter looked at her with a smirk on his face. "I'm serious."

"OK, it's decided," Peter said. "So six-o-clock at Comstock on Columbus."

"I haven't agreed to anything yet. It seems a bit...well, inappropriate at the least."

"Well what will you be doing if you don't come?"

"Get home. Cook dinner or order in something. Maybe watch a DVD. Bed at 11."

"Sex?"

"Hey, you can't ask me that. It's private. But I doubt it."

"So it's no competition. Cocktails it is. And you can have all the sex you want."

"None. None is all the sex I want. And all you will get too, at least with me."

He put his hand back on her thigh under the table. "You are such a spoilsport. Think how happy you'd make me."

"I've no doubt I would," she said, removing his hand from leg. "But you'll have to be content with buying me a drink and flirting with me. I'll see you guys at six I suppose. I can't really believe I'm agreeing to this. I feel like I'm walking into the dragon's den."

Later that afternoon Peter texted Gigi: "be 15 mins late."

Peter and Clea arrived at about the same time. They sat down at a table.

"Is Gigi not here?"

"Not yet. I'm sure she's on her way."

"So I'm defenseless with you?"

"Come on, you are not a teenage virgin. You are a grown woman. I don't have any magic way to make you do anything you don't want to."

"I know. But I'm a bit worried about what you might persuade me I do want to. You are very...I'm not sure what is a good word...assertive I suppose."

"Well, I don't see any point in pretending I don't find you attractive."

"You certainly don't. I'm not sure why it doesn't make me uncomfortable. Most guys just pretend not to be interested, when I can tell they are. It's actually a bit of a put-off. Can even be creepy."

"Let me get you a drink. I'm very traditional."

"How do you mean?"

"I buy a woman a drink before..."

"Before what?"

Peter leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Before whatever comes next."

She laughed and pushed him away from her. "Going home to my husband is what comes next."

"Sure. Before then we'll have a couple of drinks and we'll chat. So what would you like to drink?"

"What do they have?"

"Well, they are very traditional too. They specialize in pre-prohibition cocktails. Shall I just make the decision for you?"

"OK. But..."

"But what?"

"Don't get the idea I'm going to let you make any other decisions for me."

"Ha-ha. Don't worry, you are in complete control."

"It feels like I'm walking along a cliff path. I'm in control as long as I stay on the path. But one little misstep and I could be rolling down the cliff. Flirting with you is like that. One little misstep and I might be...what's the word you like to use...unzipped."

"Not tonight."

"What do you mean?"

"You are married. There's no way you'll be ready tonight."

"So you think there'll be other nights," she said, "and then I'll be ready? Ready for what?"

"Ready to do what you want."

"And you think I'll want to... to unzip."

"You might even want to later this evening. But you won't do it."

"Why?"

"Because you are married. You won't do anything you shouldn't today."

Peter went and got them both a cocktail and brought them to the table. He sat down beside her.

"So what are we going to do today? Gigi told me I should ask you what you are going to do. She said she'd never met anyone who was so open about it."

"Today we are just going to talk. I'll touch you a little. You'll be intrigued. Attracted to me. Not strongly, but enough."

"Enough for what?"

"Enough that there will be other nights."

"And then?"

"Then who knows? Maybe you'll want to. Strongly. Strongly enough."

"You are pretty arrogant aren't you? You really think that you can get me to...well, to take off my wedding ring, as it were."

"That's a nice euphemism."

"It's staying firmly on," she said, waving her left hand in front of his face.

"Like your pants," he said, putting his hand on her leg.

"Exactly," she said, exaggeratedly removing his hand.

He reached over and gently ran his fingers through her orange hair.

"Do you know what I'm thinking of?"

"I don't know. Whether my hair color is natural?"

"No. I'm sure it is. I'm wondering about your other hair. I bet you've got a beautiful patch of orange curls."

"You can't say that. I barely know you. And I'm married. It's weird sitting here in public with you knowing you are imagining my...my...you know."

He leant over and whispered in her ear again. "Your pussy. I hope you are going to show me one day."

"I know you do. But it's never going to happen."

He took a sip of his drink. "Are you enjoying this?"

"It's definitely more interesting than watching a DVD, I'll admit. But it is also making me feel a bit uneasy."

"Because you don't trust me."

"I don't trust you an inch. But I'm more worried about how much I trust myself."

"You can trust me completely. Trust that I'm going to do exactly what I say I'm going to do. WYSIWYG. What you see is what you get."

"That's true. And I suppose I'm enjoying the attention."

"See. You are already a little attracted to me."

"I am not."

"Yes you are. You are just not ready to admit it."

"Well, OK, a little. You are certainly fun to spend time with. So what about Gigi? Have you got anywhere trying to get her...out of her wedding ring?"

"You'll have to ask her that. A gentleman never tells."

At that moment Gigi walked into the bar and Peter beckoned her over.

"How are you two getting on?" she asked.

"As you predicted he is totally ignoring the fact that I'm married and trying to...you know."

"Get into your pants?"

"Well, he's not really gone that far yet. He's just made it clear he wants to."

Rather than wait for the waitress Peter went to the bar and got Gigi a drink. When he got back the two girls were talking as if he wasn't there. Peter just sat across the table and listened.

"...and he told me he was imagining what color my bush is. I've never met anyone quite so forward."

"He'll keep pushing, you know."

"Until what?"

"Until you get too excited...lose control."

"Is that what happened to you?"

"Oh my god. I can't believe I'm admitting this. You mustn't tell."

"So what happened?"

"We went for a drink. I hadn't been able to get him out of my mind all week. I was so aroused...almost shaking. We were meant to be having dinner but I couldn't eat. I took him back home and we kissed. Then I was on my knees and...you can guess."

"You sucked him."

"It sounds so awful when you say it like that. I mean, I'm married. I would never do anything like that. But it just seemed so natural that I did."

"Wow. I would never have guessed. Was it just the once?"

"Oh don't make me admit anything more."

"I guess that means ‘not just the once.' Did you...you know...?'

Gigi hid her face behind her hands. "Perhaps."

Clea laughed. "He must be good, I guess."

"Oh yes. You should try...no, what am I saying?"

"You are meant to be on my side. Helping me defend my honor, as it were. Not encouraging me to be a bad girl."

"Shit. Sorry."

Peter moved around the table and sat next to Clea.

"Apparently it's riskier sitting next to you than I realized," Clea said.

Peter laughed. "You mean more fun than you realized?"

"I suppose I knew it could be fun. But you know I can't. I'm not going to."

Peter leaned over, put his hand on her leg, just an inch from her crotch, and whispered in her ear, too quietly for Gigi to hear. "If you weren't married you'd like to wouldn't you? See it. Touch it. Lick it. It's hard for you, you know."

"Oh my god, you don't beat about the bush, do you?"

"I'd like to beat about your bush. Your beautiful orange bush. That crowns your beautiful pink slit. But you already knew that."

"I don't think I've ever such an explicit conversation with someone I've not even kissed."

"That's an easy problem to fix, just turn your head."

"Oh gosh, it's like you've hypnotized me or something."

"Because you want to kiss me."

"I mustn't."

The three of them sat there in silence for a moment with sexual tension in the air.

Clea suddenly got to her feet. "I'm going to go," she said.

"Why?" said Peter. "You've not even finished your drink."

"Because you are too fucking dangerous."

"So when are we going to meet again?"

"We aren't. I just can't risk it. What's that Rolling Stones song about fire?"

"Don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire."

"Exactly. I don't want to get burned."

Peter stood up too. "Well it was nice to meet you anyway." He gave her a friendly hug and she turned and almost ran out of the bar.

"Well that didn't go so well, Mr Puppet-master," said Gigi laughing.

"On the contrary. She'll be back."

"This evening?"

"No not this evening. I bet she calls you tomorrow or the day after to get my phone number."

"I don't think so. I've known her for years. She's not the impetuous type."

It was a couple of days later that Gigi called Peter.

"You were right," she said. "Clea just called me. She said you'd given her the name of a movie she had to see and she's forgotten it so she wanted to call you to get it again."

"That's funny," said Peter laughing. "I never gave her any movie title. She wants to meet I'm sure. And she doesn't want to admit it to you. Oh, I've got to go, there's a number I've never seen calling me, presumably her. I'll talk to you later."

Peter jabbed his phone and picked up the incoming call.

"Hello?" he said in a puzzled voice as if he had no idea who was calling.

"Oh hi Peter, it's Clea."

"What a nice surprise? What can I do for you?"

"Umm...," she said doubtfully. "Oh shit. I had some story about movies but I may as well just tell the truth. I can't stop thinking about you. It's like telling a child she can have some candy if she doesn't think of a pink elephant in the next minute. The more I try and not think about you the more I do."

"So do you want to meet?"

"I don't know. I decided I'd at least talk to you on the phone. It's not like I can get into trouble on the phone."

"You were a naughty girl rushing off like that and refusing to meet again."

"If I stayed I was going to end up kissing you. And, like that song, kissing leads to touching and touching leads to sex."

"And now you want to kiss me?"

"Oh god, I've no idea. I don't want to have sex. I mustn't."

"You mean you do want to have sex but you mustn't."

"Yes. No. Well, I'm not sure what I want but I mustn't so it's academic."

"But a kiss?"

"It would be a thrill. But so dangerous. I suppose that's why it would be such a thrill."

"If we meet in public you are pretty safe. We can kiss without you worrying that you are suddenly going to find yourself accidentally naked."

"But I'm married, and planning to stay that way. I can't kiss you in public. Someone I know might see us."

"How about we meet in Golden Gate Park? It's public enough for you to feel in-control but big enough we can be out of any potential prying eyes."

Later that afternoon they met by the Conservatory of Flowers. They walked off towards the forested area behind.

"Are you OK?" Peter asked.

"Not really. I'm so mixed up. I absolutely shouldn't be seeing you again. It's totally unwise."

"But you really want to?"

"Yes. My brain says one thing and my...you know...says another."

Peter looked up and down the path they were walking along. There was nobody else in sight. He grabbed Clea's hand and pulled her off the path between two bushes.

He wrapped his arms around her. Their faces were inches apart.

"Ready?" he said quietly. He moved slowly towards her and their lips met. They kissed, initially very innocently, and then gradually they started to move their lips against each other.

Peter pulled away for a moment. "Is it as thrilling as you expected?"

"Oh god yes. It's a good job we aren't in private. I don't think I'd be able to fight you off for long."

They kissed again, this time their tongues found each other and started to wrestle, swirling against each other.

Peter pulled back again. "Imagine your mouth is your pussy," he said.

He started to kiss her, planting little small kisses along her lips, running his tongue over her lips, and then into her mouth. She started to moan. As he continued to explore her mouth he pulled down the zip of her jacket. He slipped his hand inside onto one of her breasts. He could feel through her sweater that she wore no bra. Her nipple was like a little pebble against the palm of his hand. She moaned a little louder as he stroked the hard little point.

His hand slipped out of her jacket and slid lower until his fingers lightly cupped the vee of her jeans. He could feel the fleshiness of her lips through the fabric.

"Oh you mustn't," she said as his fingertips gently caressed the outside of her pussy over her jeans.

"So you want me to take my hand away?"

"You know I don't. But don't make me say it."

He moved his hand and undid the button on the waist of her jeans. He slid the zip down slowly.

"No," she said. "I can't. But it is so fucking thrilling."

He slipped his hand inside her panties. Slowly his fingers pushed through the soft curls of what he presumed were orange hair. His fingertip found the beginning of her slit.

"Gosh I'm dripping," she moaned as his finger slipped deeper, slid further around her body, between her wet inner lips.

"Oh my god, you can't do that," she sighed as he curled his finger up and into the entrance to her pussy. "Nobody else is allowed in there."

He started to move his finger slowly back and forth inside her, gently finger-fucking her. His finger slid out of her, up between her inner lips and just grazed the hard little pearl of her clit. Her body shuddered as he touched her there. He started to roll his fingertip in small circles around the hard point.

"Oh this is so wrong," she moaned as he felt her excitement building up. He could feel the tension in her body of her approaching orgasm. He could sense she was so aroused that she would not last long.

He moved his finger back down, around the curve of her body and into the warm tightness of her cunt. And then back to the hard desire of her clit. And back inside her again. Her hips started to move, making small thrusting movements in time with his finger.

"Oh keep going. That's so good. So wrong but...shit I'm going to cum for another man."

Suddenly her body jerked. He felt her cunt spasm on his finger. She let out a guttural moan as her orgasm hit, as wave after wave of pleasure radiated out from between her legs and burst through her whole body. He pushed his tongue hard into her mouth as his fingers coaxed a seemingly endless stream of joy from her pussy. Finally, her body relaxed as the final little tremors of her orgasm rippled through her. He continued to kiss her as he pulled up the zip of her jeans with one hand while the other caressed her ass.

She opened her eyes. "Wow," she said. "You absolutely shouldn't have done that and I absolutely wouldn't have missed it for the world."

She reached down and touched his cock through his jeans, exploring the hard outline between her fingers.

"You are big," she said. "It's so tempting."

"What is?"

"Everything. To stroke it. To kiss it. To lick it. To put it inside me. But I can't. It's a good job we came somewhere public where it would be too risky anyway."

"Next time."

"Oh god. I suppose there will be, won't there? I won't be able to keep away. A moth to the flame. I'm going to get so burned. Plus I owe Gigi $20."

The two of them stepped out from the bushes onto the path back to where they had parked their cars.

"$20. Why?"

"She bet me that you'd have your hand in my panties before the end of the month. I said that I could control myself better than that."

Peter laughed. "Apparently it only needed a couple of days."

"Don't remind me. I'm not exactly proud of my behavior."

"Are you feeling guilty?"

"Just a little. I mean nobody else has had their hand in my panties for years so I suppose I should."

"I'm having a drink with Gigi this evening. Are you going to come along?"

"You know I won't be able to stay away. Especially since my husband is...shit."

"Your husband is what? Traveling?"

"I shouldn't have told you that."

"Why?"

"Because now you know I don't absolutely have to go home. I'm risking being unzipped tonight, aren't I?"

"You will love every minute of it."

"I know I would. But I can't. I'm a faithful wife. Even though I know you'd love it. Sorry."

"Every married woman needs a boyfriend too."

Clea laughed. "Yes, Gigi told me you said that to her on the ski lift. So where are we going for a drink this evening?"

"At a bar near where I live. But we are meeting at my place."

"OK. But I'm not going to let you get me alone there. I'll be too...oh my god I shouldn't go, should I? At least with Gigi around too I should be safe."

They arrived back at her car.

"Thanks," she said. "That was perfect. Like a tiny amuse-bouche in a restaurant."

"And the main course is tonight."

She laughed. "That is not what I meant. If you are lucky there might be another amuse."

"See you later," he said as she got into her car.

Gigi and Clea arrived at Peter's at the same time that evening. He let them both in and poured each of them a glass of wine. The three of them sat down on the sofa with Peter between the two girls.

"So Gigi," he said. "Clea has a little confession."

"I owe you $20."

"Really? When? Where?"

"This afternoon in Golden Gate Park."

"In public? You had sex in public?"

"Not full sex. But, well, he did have his hand in...well, in everything. And we were hidden behind a bush."

"How did it happen?"

"Well, I called him up after you gave me his number. Even though I knew I shouldn't. But I just had to have a little taste. I wanted a kiss. But I insisted we met somewhere public so I didn't need to try too hard to control myself."

"So was the kiss good?"

"It was fucking unbelievable. I'm going to have another one this evening but first," she said, turning to Peter, "I want you to promise me something."

"What?"

"Promise me that you won't take my pants off. If you don't do that then I'm sort of safe. My cotton chastity belt."

"OK," Peter said. "I promise I won't take your pants off."

"But it's OK. Like this afternoon..."

"You mean it's OK to unzip your pants."

"Yes. But you mustn't take them off. Oh god, it's like I'm some high-school girl trying to decide just how far she will go."

"What about me?" said Gigi.

"Oh, don't worry. I promise yours will come off."

He put his hand on Gigi's shoulder and pulled her towards him. "Clea is one kiss ahead of you so you'd better catch up." Their lips touched. As the kiss got more intense he let his hand slip down onto her blouse. As he continued to kiss Gigi he worked his way down her front undoing the buttons.

They broke their kiss for a moment. Gigi slipped off her blouse. He reached around her, unclipped her bra and soon she was topless.

He turned back to Clea. "Your turn," he said. He leaned forward and they started to kiss, gently moving their lips against each other. He slipped his hand down onto her sweater. Once again he could feel her nipple through her sweater. He sat back for a moment.

"Take it off," he said quietly.

"Really? I've never done anything like this with...well, another woman half-naked too. I suppose this is a threesome. Well, a two-and-a-half-some since I'm not going to have full sex."

She pulled her sweater over her head and she too was topless. He lightly caressed one of her breasts as he started to kiss her again. He felt Gigi's fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt as his tongue jousted with Clea's. Gigi reached around him and started to stroke his nipples once his shirt was open while he and Clea continued to kiss and his fingers explored her hard nipples.

Peter pulled away from Clea and looked at her naked breasts for the first time. Her breasts were smaller than Gigi's crowned with light brown areolas at the center of which were little pink nipples the size and color of pencil erasers.

"Pretty breasts," he said as he reached out with both hands and cradled them, gently caressing them with the tips of his fingers. Then his hands dropped to Clea's waist. He undid the button on her pants and slipped down the zip. He made no attempt to take off her pants, just unzipped her. He looked down at the vee where her jeans were opened. He could see her cream-colored panties. He hooked a finger into the front of the waistband and pulled out and down, finally getting his first sight of her triangle of copper-orange curls. "And a pretty bush too," he said as he moved forward and started to kiss her again.

As he had done that afternoon, he pushed his hand into her panties and slowly moved deeper, around the curve of her body. He could feel the fleshiness of her outer lips. He let one finger push deeper, into her wet furrow. She gasped as his finger slid across her clit.

Meanwhile, Gigi's hands had slipped down from his nipples and were now undoing his belt and opening up his pants. Once she had his cock free, Gigi lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She started to swirl her tongue around his cockhead.

His fingers slid further into Clea's panties. He could feel the dampness of her panties against the back of his fingers. He curled a finger up and felt it slide into the welcoming wetness of her pussy.

"Oh god that feel so good," she moaned as his finger slowly penetrated deeper into her body.

"That looks so sexy," Gigi said, lifting her head of his cock. "Seeing your hand in my friend's panties. Knowing where your finger probably is. Knowing what she's feeling."

"Watching you suck his cock is pretty hot too," said Clea. "It's very tempting but I mustn't. This is my limit."

He pushed Gigi away for a moment. He stood up, let his pants fall to his ankles and kicked them away. He slipped off his already unbuttoned shirt. Now he was completely naked.

"OK?" Peter said to Clea.

"Yes. Just about. It's pretty odd you being naked like that. I mean I've not been with another naked man for years. Kiss me and finger me and make me cum and then I'll go home and leave you an Gigi to do...everything."

"Your wish is my command," he said as he moved so that he could easily kiss her and finger-fuck her while giving Gigi full access to his cock. His finger pushed back inside her cunt as his tongue pushed back into her mouth.

Since he was looking the other way, he sensed rather than heard Gigi slip out of her pants. As he continued to slide his finger in long strokes, over Clea's clit and as deep as he could reach inside her, he wasn't surprised by the unmistakable feeling of Gigi's soft labia rubbing on his cockhead. He felt her reach down and position him in her own opening before she slowly pressed herself down and his cock started to slip into her tight cunt.

He reached over with his other hand and encouragingly caressed Gigi's ass as she gradually worked his thick cock into her body. At the same time he started to focus on Clea's clit a little more, circling rhythmically on it as he sensed her arousal building.

"Oh god, don't stop," she moaned. "I'm close."

Peter was surprised when Gigi suddenly lifted herself off his cock. And even more surprised when she grabbed Clea's pants and panties and in a smooth movement pulled them down and off, leaving Clea naked. Gigi looked at Peter and winked. But Clea was so aroused she hardly seemed to notice except that now it was easier than before for his fingers to work their magic among the wet folds of her pussy.

"Oh yes, yes," Clea moaned in time with the movements of his fingers inside. "Yes, yes, keep going, yes, oh yes, fuck me, you have such sexy fingers."

Peter felt Gigi straddle him again and take his cock back inside herself.

"That is so hot," Gigi said, "like my own personal porno movie watching your fingers inside her."

"I'm going to cum," Clea squealed. Her body went limp for a moment, the lull before the storm, and then suddenly she tensed up and almost arched her body off the sofa. She grunted as her climax slammed into her body. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," she squealed as her body jerked in little twitches. "Oh keep going, don't stop." Gigi started to fuck him a little harder as she watched her friend orgasm beside her. His finger continued to gently rub Clea's clit until her orgasm had run its course.

Gigi lifted herself up off Peter's cock. Peter moved between Clea's outspread legs. He nestled the point of his cock against the pink petals of her pussy.

"Oh my god. What happened to my pants? You promised not to take them off."

"I didn't, Gigi did."

"What? Why?" She reached down and grasped his cock. "No, you mustn't. I'm a married woman." But instead of pushing him away she positioned him in her entrance. "Oh shit. It's so disloyal but I just...I so want it."

He could sense her desire, knew she wanted him inside her, knew she didn't want to have to take any decision. He pushed his hips forwards watching as his pink cockhead parted her labia and vanished into the redhead's body.

"Oh I can't believe I'm doing this. It's so forbidden," Clea moaned as she felt his cock slowly slipping deeper and deeper into her warm cunt. He moved his hips back a little and then pushed forward firmly again. His cock vanished into her. Clea put her hands on his hips and pulled herself against him, spreading her legs wide, trying to get every little bit of him inside.

Peter started to thrust into her. He reached over and grabbed one of Gigi's hands. He moved placed it on Clea's fiery bush. Gigi's fingers slipped a little lower and she touched another woman's pussy for the first time. She started to gently finger Clea's clit as Peter's cock slipped back and forth in the warm wetness of sex.

"Oh my god it's like I'm melting into pure sex or something," moaned Clea as intense spasms of arousal radiated through her body from between her outspread thighs. Peter leant forward and took one of Clea's nipples between his teeth. He was surprised when Gigi also leant forward and started to kiss Clea's other nipple.

"This is so fucking intense. I almost can't take it," Clea said, the words coming out in short bursts between the thrusts of Peter's thick cock into her cunt. Gigi's finger continued to pleasure the little tiny pink bud of her clit.

"Are you going to cum for us?" Peter said.

"Oh god yes. I'm already close."

He started to thrust a little harder and faster.

"Oh yes. Just keep going at that speed. Keep going...I'm going to..." Her voice fell away but everyone knew just what she was going to say. Her body suddenly twitched and then went stiff, like her earlier orgasm. She wrapped her legs tightly around Peter's hips and then was rocking her hips back and forth as hard as she could, moving her pussy up and down the hard shaft buried inside her. "Oh, oh, oh," she squealed as the waves of her climax flooder her whole body. Gigi continued to keep her finger on her friend's clit as best she could, rubbing it fast as Clea's orgasm ran its course.

Peter pulled out of Clea. She lay there on her back on the sofa, her legs spread obscenely, seemingly almost unconscious from the intensity of her orgasm. Peter moved Gigi so she was on all fours between Clea's thighs. He moved behind her and slid back into Gigi's pussy as Gigi lowered her head and started to softly lick Clea's tender clit.

Peter grabbed Gigi's hips and started to fuck her hard and fast, pistoning his cock into her pussy and slamming his belly against her ass, pushing her mouth onto the redhead's pussy.

Clea opened her eyes to see the tableau of her friend licking her pussy while Peter fucked her roughly from behind.

"Oh I can't believe we're doing this...I've never...not even close," she panted.

Peter could sense that Gigi was getting close to cumming. He licked his thumb and pressed it against the tight brown pucker of her asshole. He pushed a little harder and just the tip entered her, eliciting a long moan. As he continued to fuck her, he gradually worked his thumb deeper into her ass.

Suddenly Gigi squealed. She let out a long, guttural moan as her orgasm erupted. She pushed her ass back hard against Peter as his cock in her pussy and his thumb in her ass filled her body with waves of sexual joy.

Peter was close to cumming himself. A few more thrusts into Gigi and he felt the first blast of cum pump deep into her pussy. He pulled out of her and a couple of warm ropes of cum shot across her ass. Clea suddenly leapt up and took his cock into her mouth, using her tongue to coax the last weaker dribbles from his softening cock.

The three of them collapsed onto the rug in a tangled heap of arms and legs, covered in sweat and juice and cum.

Clea sighed. "So much for going home early."

"You may as well stay all night now," Gigi said.

"May as well be hanged for a sheep than a lamb, as the saying goes."

Peter disentangled himself. He took one girl's hand in each of his and pulled them both to their feet. They walked upstairs and all three of them fell into his bed. He lay in the center with a woman, a married woman, on either side of him. For sure there would be lots more fun before morning.