After sleepless moons of waiting for this moment Colette a raven-haired beauty with smouldering green eyes appeared wearing nothing more than a devastating thong barely covering her cunt. The perfect curves of her thighs, her full breasts possessed a power I had little understanding of, other than cravings for moments of forbidden ecstasies. Collette smiled the mischievous smile that had enthralled me so many times. I stood naked embarrassed by my nudity. I heard her gasp, a little, in appreciation. The tension seemed to have started to flow out between Colette and me the moment I first met her, as a freshman on the women's volleyball team in the shower room at the college. She had read my secret obsession with her in my eyes that I tried hard to burry deep in me the moment we first met. Tonight was going to be the night when you just know that wonderful surprises are just waiting to happen, and all my hopes and dreams were within reach. She moved close to me. She bent towards me, closing her eyes. We kissed, our lips together, hers felt searing hot on mine. Then, parting our lips a little, our tongues soon found each other. The tips of our aroused nipples touched tentatively. Colette’s tongue, then growing bolder, entered my mouth. My body pressed into hers, and my breath quickened. We parted, to look into each other's eyes. There was fire there. She said "You kiss me just the way I want to be kissed." “Let’s go to my living room” she suggested. The CD played soundtrack from Waiting to Exhale. The white sofa and loveseat were arranged in a group, close to the back door. That left a huge, wide open expanse of soft, carpeted floor. I moved close to Joie. We each took our glass, and drank the cold wine. The alcohol from the white wine Colette had poured us relaxed us. We both knew what we wanted. She kissed me again. When I returned from the bathroom Colette was waiting for me. She had removed her thong. As I lay next to her I felt her rough bush against the inside of my thigh. She ran the back of her hand down my side, down my buttocks, feeling their roundness, exploring the inside of my thighs. She traced the outer curves of my cunt. I allowed her to spread my cunt lips as I rolled over on my back spreading my legs. As she moved over me, my lips sought hungrily her nipples, while my fingers rubbed her clit dipping deep into her cunt to use her own moistness to make her clit slick. I pushed my fingers inside of her. She was unbelievably tight. I slid one finger in and out of her cunt, and carefully pushed in a second one. She moved her hips to meet my fingers stroking into her. I fucked her with two fingers, and used my thumb to touch her clit. Colette moved down between my legs. My juices were flowing hot and steamy. She pushed her tongue inside me. My breathing was hard. Every instant with Colette was a whole new moment of excitement. I dived down to meet her clit tasting her juices deep in her cunt. I could feel inside deep her cunt throbbing under the touch of my tongue. Colette and I were getting high on the whole experience. It was one of these rare moments when time had no meaning anymore. Every kiss, every taste of each other, every smell, and every stroke seemed amplified beyond normal perception by the intensity of our arousal… When my husband Jacques came to pick me up, Colette invited him in for a glass of wine. I wonder to this day if Jacques suspected anything about what had gone on before he arrived. Surely he must have guessed that Colette was naked under her house gown. Surely my whole demeanour betrayed us. I was embarrassed as I watched Jacques strip his jeans off. Jacques stood naked in front of us, his manhood rising. Jacques was red faced as his cock continued to rise. Reassuringly, Colette touched his hard shaft and smiled: “I like to see you erect in my presence” she added parting her robe revealing her nudity to Jacques. As Jacques moved towards Colette I delighted to the sight of his naked ass walking in front of me. Colette seemed to appreciate his nakedness too. Jacques, at first unsure, bent down to kiss Colette’s cunt lips. They both stripped me naked. I closed my eyes overwhelmed by images of Colette and Jacques tumbling through my head. They faded quickly, but the last image I held on. Colette was wearing a strap-on. I felt the blood rushing in my cunt. I was so hot, I could barely stand it. I ached, I was so turned on. I moved my own hand, to my own cunt, and I put my fingers inside of myself, and squeezed my thighs together, God! I was dying to come. Jacques penetrated me, each stroke arousing delicious excitement. "You know just where to touch me," I breathed. I was so close! Colette lowered herself on me as my tongue parted her cunt lips barely accessible under the strap-on she was wearing. I sensed that at most I could take a few more circular motions over her clit before she overflowed pouring out of her soaking cunt. Before I could send her over the edge Colette surprised me with an unexpected request. … As Jacques entered me from behind in my ass Colette penetrated my cunt with her dildo. The electric shock of her mouth against my excited nipples, Jacques’ manhood throbbing inside my ass, and Colette hungrily fucking my cunt made me come in exhilarating spasms. As I closed my eyes, I felt Colette pulling out. I didn’t have to look to know what happened next. As Jacques was furiously banging my ass, I heard him cry in pain. Colette had moved behind him forcing her strap-on lubricated by my own cunt juices into his virginal ass. As Jacques discharged ropy hot ejaculation inside me I heard him utter a primeval scream of intense pleasure mixed with pain as Colette hit his G-spot somewhere deep inside his ass. And as he came he pressed the stiff artificial cock Colette was wearing hard against that spot, ignoring the intense pain it caused him. We lay together, our arms around each other, and our legs entwined, kissing, sleepily. Soon, we drifted off.