Mel's Master Stroke.

I caught Mel's eye as our dinner guest bent over her lap, rooting around nervously in her handbag in search of her purse. Mel gave a slight nod of her head but her broad smile was the real give away.

"We've got this Hun!" I said magnanimously as the waiter took my proffered credit card and both of our bills.

"Oh no, I couldn't!"...stammered Tracey as she continued to search futilely for her purse, "I can't let you pay for all my drinks and..."

"Not only can you let us pay for your dinner and drinks", my wife interrupted forcefully, "You really do have to come back to our room for a nightcap or two. It'd be a shame to end such a lovely evening so early."

Tracey looked up quickly as a crimson flush spread across her cheeks but found only guileless goodwill in Melissa's smile and twinkling eyes.

The three of us left the restaurant a couple of minutes later, my hand wrapped lightly around Tracey's firm bicep to stop her stumbling over her own feet.

"It's a good job your apartment is walking distance", Tracey giggled fetchingly, " I don't think I'm in any condition to drive."

Once again I made eye contact with Melissa over the top of Tracey's strawberry blonde head in time to catch my wife's subtle wink.

Melissa unlocked the door to our ground floor resort apartment as I slipped an arm around Tracey's slim waist to prevent her from tottering backwards down the short steps.

Tracey grinned up at me owlishly. "Thank you", she smiled, "I think I may be a little tipsy!"

Melissa had disappeared into the kitchen by the time I managed to guide Tracey's lithe form along the narrow hallway and onto a huge overstuffed couch that took up most of one wall of the lounge room.

I turned on the stereo unit and slipped a disc into the slot, adjusting the volume until soft music filled the room.

I sat carefully and perhaps a little closer than what was socially acceptable next to Tracey and breathed in the heady scent of her perfume and musky womanhood.

"Where's Mel...." Tracey began but was stopped in her tracks as Melissa entered the room with three frosty margaritas on a tray.

"I've probably had enough to drink," giggled Tracey as she eyed the cocktails greedily, "Another couple and I won't be responsible for my actions."

I swallowed noisily but it wasn't enough to hide Melissa's throaty reply of "Good!"

A pregnant silence filled the room before I cleared my throat and passed one of the salt-rimmed glasses to Tracey's slightly trembling hand. She looked deeply into my eyes and I sensed she was in more control of herself then her actions and words suggested.

"Thanks" she giggled lightly and Melissa and I started to breath normally again.

Mel sat on Tracey's other side, close enough that Tracey must have felt a trifle sandwiched between the two of us.

"Isn't this cosy", purred Mel softly and took a measured sip from her glass.

As if on cue, Tracey raised the margarita to her own ripe lips and took a much larger, more nervous gulp.

"Let me take that for a moment" I offered as Tracey erupted in a series of short rasping coughs as the icy cold cocktail caught in her throat.

I plucked the glass from her trembling hand as Melissa reached out and wiped one long, elegant index finger across Tracey's parted lips.

"Salt", she pronounced simply before allowing her tongue to poke daintily from her glistening lips and licking the tip of her finger clean.

Tracey stared helplessly into Mel's deep, beautiful green eyes and didn't move a muscle as Mel leaned forward and licked the remaining salt from Tracey's trembling lips.

"I think..." blurted Tracey anxiously, "That I..." but stopped abruptly as Mel placed her lips softly against Tracey's and kissed her lightly.

I watched carefully as Tracey sat motionless throughout the kiss but she lurched up off the coach the moment contact was broken.

"Oh, Mel...Mel, I need to...I really must..." she managed to stammer before Mel stood before her and placed a manicured hand gently on each of Tracey's cheeks and brought their mouths together in another soft but increasingly passionate kiss.

I stood up then and placing my hand upon Tracey's chin, turned her face with just enough force to break physical contact between the two women and place my own lips over hers.

I heard my wife chuckle huskily in a good-natured manner but was somewhat distracted by the combined taste of margarita, Tracey and my wife on those soft young lips.

I placed my hand on the back of Tracey's head and pulled her a little closer, increasing the pressure of our lips and allowing me to probe her lips with my tongue. Her resistance was fleeting before she willing parted her lips and allowed me to run my tongue across her lower teeth. Her lips closed just enough to allow her to gently suck the tip my exploring tongue.

Her obvious willingness sent shivers down my spine and I felt my dick rapidly stiffening within my jeans, straining against the denim material.

"Don't be greedy", whispered my wife throatily and turned Tracey by her shoulders until they were face-to-face and kissing with obvious passion. I took a step and a half forward until Tracey's back was pressed tightly against my chest, her pert and round arse pressed against my throbbing cock.

I placed both of my hands on top of her shoulders and bent low enough to gently nibble one earlobe, taking the fleshy nub into my mouth, enveloped in the heady scent of her perfume and young body.

"Just watch" uttered my wife huskily as she stepped back from Tracey and slowly reached around to the back of the cocktail dress she had worn so sexily all evening.

I let my hands drop onto the modest swell of Tracey's small but firm and pert breasts as Melissa unzipped the dress and let it fall without artifice around her ankles.

I felt a tremor pass through Tracey's lithe, athletic body and told myself it was due to my expert fondling of her breasts but even then, I suspected it was due to the sight of Mel's magnificently full and curvaceous body clad only in a lacy, black, shelf bra and matching thong.

We were both the wrong side of forty but Mel's body was beautifully preserved with voluptuous D-sized breasts topped with large, dark red aureole with rapidly stiffening nipples that peeked shyly above the truncated bra cups.

I placed both thumbs over Tracey's nipples and softly drew them across the flimsy material of her blouse. It had been obvious from the start of the night that Tracey was bra-less and I could immediately feel the resistance of her nipples and was rewarded with a low groan of pleasure from her. Her tiny breasts were hot and trembling against the palms of both hands.

I looked over the crown of Tracey's head as Mel grasped both of her large and stiff nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from her breasts until they were stretched and misshapen between her fingers. Mel squeezed them still more between her fingers before letting them go with a soft plop. Her nipples looked huge and succulent as they returned to pride of place atop her perfectly round aureole.

Mel and Tracey were staring hungrily into each other's eyes as Mel stepped forward and guided Tracey's mouth down towards her huge and stiff nipples. Tracey expertly took one between her lips and brought a groan of joy from my notoriously fickle wife.

I felt Tracey's arms move from her side and watched in silence as they reached up and cupped the side of Mel's huge tits, pressing them into a mouth-watering cleavage into which Mel's St Christopher necklace slipped and was swallowed up in an expanse of soft, warm flesh.

I saw Mel's nipple slip from Tracey's lips before watching her reach around to unclasp Mel's bra and pull it slowly from her shoulders. Tracey's hands returned to Mel's breasts and she pushed them back together until she could bury her young and unblemished face into the massive cleavage that was formed.

"There's plenty to go around Paul" I heard my wife utter and looked up guiltily to find Mel looking at me in genuine amusement.

I moved to one side of Mel's magnificent bosom as she gently pushed Tracey away from her cleavage and towards one lonely nipple. I felt Mel's arm cradle my head as she drew us both into her tits, pressing us tightly against her fleshy chest.

I took her nipple into my mouth and gently trapped it between my teeth, running my tongue over its tip in a manner I knew Mel enjoyed. One hand grasped the side of Mel's trembling tit and from her increasingly deep breaths; I guessed she was enjoying Tracey's touch just as much.

"Can you smell me yet?" Mel croaked into the silence.

I looked up from her warm, fleshy mound and received a wink and a toothy grin for my effort.

"Yes, you!" she repeated, "Can you smell me yet?"

I felt the pressure of Mel's arm lessen and I dropped down onto my knees until my face was pressed into her crotch, my nose tight against the lacy material of her thong as I sucked in the heady aroma of my wife's wet and dripping cunt. One hand moved impulsively between her legs and my tongue darted out in an effort to taste her excited juices.

"Not yet!" Mel laughed excitedly and bought tears to my eyes as she grasped my hair and pulled me away from her moist pussy.

I watched as she dipped her hand into her thong and began to stroke her lips slowly, coating her finger in her lubricating juices before allowing her index and middle finger to slip deeper into her vagina.

"Tracey!" she uttered forcefully as she bought her fingers up towards Tracey's mouth, "Do I taste like I'm enjoying myself?"

Tracey's eyes narrowed suspiciously but she allowed Mel to insert her wet and sticky fingers between her lips and made a game effort to suck them clean.

"Not to your taste hey?" Mel laughed good naturedly as Tracey screwed up her face as she sucked Mel's juices from her fingers, "That's okay. I really like the taste of a wet pussy though. My turn."

In a flash one of Mel's hands darted out and slipped inside Tracey's skirt, pressing hard against her panties. Tracey jumped at the suddenness of Mel's advances and begun to struggle at the pressure of Mel's fingers against her vagina.

"Paul" my wife barked and I took on my accustomed role at this stage of the proceedings.

I stepped behind Tracey and placed my arms firmly around hers, effectively immobilising her in a bear hug as Mel wrenched the skirt down her thighs and dropped to her knees in the same motion.

"I can smell your wet little cunt from here you little slut" Melissa purred as she slipped a finger into Tracey's knickers while holding her gaze.

"No point in pretending any more is there dear?" Melissa continued as she slid her finger quickly into Tracey's slippery vagina, "You're as excited as I am!"

"You can let her go now Paul" Mel smiled at me as she thoughtfully placed her finger into her mouth to sample Tracey's pussy, "She's not going to put up any more of a struggle, are you?"

Tracey flushed a violent crimson but she remained still when I released her from my arms and kept eye contact with my wife.

Mel slowly got to her feet and stood in front of Tracey, the proximity highlighting the differences in age, experience and body shape between the two women.

Melissa reached out and grasping the open collar of Tracey's blouse, ripped open the buttons in one swift pull, exposing her tiny but exquisitely shaped tits to both sets of greedy eyes.

Without another word, Mel grasped Tracey's flimsy panties and wrenched them from the lithe, tanned body.

"There you go", smiled Mel sweetly," With a single exception, we're all stark naked. Paul. Come here."

I stepped up close to where both women stood in silence and quickly stripped off my clothes. My cock wagged excitedly as it was released from its confines and Melissa deftly caught it, holding it gently in one sweating palm.

"Is my husband more to your taste?" Mel asked Tracey archly as she fondled my rock hard cock.

Again Tracey blushed deeply, but her eyes dropped to where my cock was nestled in Mel's fist and she allowed herself a faint nod.

Mel grinned wolfishly and dropped to her knees, keeping hold of my penis and gesturing for Tracey to join her in pride of place in front of me. As Tracey knelt before me, Mel gently cupped her cheek and kissed her slowly and deeply on the lips. They parted reluctantly before Mel swiftly guided my cock into her mouth, taking me deeply until her lips touched the base of my shaft. She gently rubbed by balls as she performed fellatio upon me, expertly deep-throating my cock.

Melissa released my cock, now shiny and slick with a combination of Mel's saliva and my pre-cum before nodding at Tracey.

"Your turn", Mel grinned but as Tracey leaned in towards my groin, Mel once again brought her into a warm kiss and I watched as Mel pushed her tongue into her mouth so that Tracey could suck my cum from it.

"Tastes better than me hey?" Mel grinned in disbelief before grasping my dick at the base of the shaft and guiding Tracey's mouth onto it. Mel remained kneeling next to Tracey and as Tracey enthusiastically sucked my cock, Mel run her hands over Tracey's breasts, fondling her nipples while planting butterfly kisses alternately on the side of Tracey's mouth and cheeks and the shaft of my cock and balls.

"I hope you swallow", Melissa chuckled mischievously as she knelt behind Tracey, her incredible tits pressed firmly against Tracey's glistening back and both hands gently cupped the side of her head.

"Do it Hun," trilled Melissa throatily as I grasped the back of Tracey's head and pulled her deeper onto my cock. I felt Tracey attempt to pull back but Mel's tightly pressed body prevented her from wriggling backwards and my hands held her face tightly against my groin.

"Fuck her Babe!" giggled Melissa as we both heard and felt Tracey begin to gag as my cock was rammed deep into the back of her throat.

"Nearly there Honey, hold on" soothed Mel as saliva spilled from between Tracey's gagging lips and ran juicily down her chest and my thighs.

"Fill her up Paul" Melissa giggled again as I stiffened suddenly and shot a considerable volume of sticky semen straight down her open throat, causing her to gag violently, the force of her coughing fit ejecting me from between her lips.

"That's my girl", Mel laughed, thumping Tracey between her shoulder blades until the coughing passed, "Not bad for a first effort."

With my cock out of her throat, Tracey calmed quickly and when Mel turned her towards her and began to lick the remains of my sticky cum from around her lips and cheeks, she let her. She surprised us both however, when she joined Melissa cleaning up the remaining semen from my cock and balls.

Melissa looked at her in frank admiration when both women finished licking and sucking me clean before drawing her in closely and kissing her deeply. I watched both women use their tongues in the passionate exchange and wasn't surprised when they both started to fondle each other's breasts and erect nipples.

I sighed softly and planted my naked butt on a chair as I prepared to watch my wife make love to our young guest.

Mel used her weight advantage to press Tracey onto her back upon the carpeted floor, continuing to kiss her deeply while fondling her small pert tits. Melissa's magnificent pair of tits was spread voluptuously across Tracey's chest where she vainly tried to cup the huge expanse of soft welcoming flesh into her trembling hands.

I watched in fascination as one of Mel's hands slid effortlessly between Tracey's thighs where she gently fondled her inner thighs, before moving onto her fleshy lips.

Tracey was groaning in time to Mel's probing fingers and already I could feel blood beginning to return to my recently milked cock.

I watched as Melissa slid two fingers slickly into Tracey's open pussy and push deeply up to the knuckles of her hand.

Melissa broke their kiss and while continuing to finger Tracey, she moved her head along her body, running her lips and tongue over Tracey's neck, shoulders, tits and flat stomach before pausing at the top of her pubic patch.

Melissa spared a glance in my direction and I watched a smile spread across her lips as my penis gamely struggled to attention once more. I wrapped my fingers around my cock in order to better coax it into useful life.

Meanwhile, Melissa continued to fuck Tracey with two stiff and determined fingers but now she was also using her lips, tongue and teeth on her lips and protruding clitoris.

Tracey continued to moan in unison with the movement of Mel's fingers and I smiled as Mel rearranged herself until she worked expertly on Tracey while at right angles to her body, propped on her knees with her large arse pointed in my direction.

I watched carefully for my cue and it wasn't long before I saw Mel's spare hand snake between her legs and begin to fondle her own lips while continuing to bring Tracey closer to a climax.

I waited patiently until Mel dipped a finger into her own vagina and once removed, slick and shiny with her lubricant, pointed it in my direction.

I continued to gently stroke my own cock, keeping it erect as I slipped onto the floor, taking Mel's sweet tasting finger into my mouth while gently rubbing her buttocks with my spare hand.

I followed the finger as it dipped back into Mel's pulsating cunt, alternately licking her finger and her swollen lips. Eventually, we both forgot about the finger and grasping her hips, I inserted my tongue deeply into her pussy, before running it slowly around the fleshly bump of her clit.

We remained in this configuration for a few minutes, my wife fingering and eating the cunt of our dinner guest while I did the same to my wife's voluptuous arse and pussy.

"Now!" commanded Melissa quietly but firmly and I instantly got onto my knees and roughly shoved my stiff cock into her hot, sticky pussy.

"Fuck me Paul, fuck me like a slut!"

I leaned hard against her raised arse, tightly grasping her hips as I fucked her as violently and roughly as I could.

"Harder!" she gasped but I could feel her cunt starting to softly spasm against my cock and it was with some smugness on my part that she lost focus on bringing Tracey to climax.

"Oh...oh...Fuck!" she exploded as she used both her arms to push back against my cock and I felt the muscles of her vagina close tightly against my shaft.

I continued to drive myself into her as her arms collapsed and her whole body trembled in orgasm.

I only stopped the savage pounding when Melissa attempted to get back onto her elbows and re-commence work on Tracey's ready pussy.

"Swap" I said and for the first time that evening Mel deferred to my judgement.

She sidled further along Tracey's torso until she could fondle and kiss both her tits and her mouth while I positioned myself between Tracey's spread knees and pushed my cock between her swollen and sticky lips.

Tracey's moan was stifled by Mel's kisses as I began to slowly fuck her but it was enough motivation to continue in the same vein as once again Tracey approached a climax.

It took two and a half minutes before Tracey spasmed in orgasm and not even Mel's kisses could quieten her moan of pleasure as she gave herself up to her climax.

I ejaculated moments later and spilled my load a second time that evening deep inside Tracey's tight, young cunt.

We lay in a comfortable heap on the floor, each trying to regain control of our breathing and our trembling bodies.

I watched as my semen trickled slowly from between Tracey's lips but even as she reached for her ripped blouse to wipe it away, Mel's hand darted out and took care of that little mess as well.

"When are you flying back?" asked Tracey timidly as the time passed slowly in silence.

"We're here for a fortnight" I replied as Melissa silently licked all traces of semen from her lips and fingers, "You?"

"About the same" Tracey replied with a huge smile, "My place or yours tomorrow?"