Appealing to the eyes – 4

While the girls began lapping away at one another, exploring their respective pussies and clits, Brenda once again made use of one of the jets, positioning herself over it, and thus water-fucking herself as she again looked on. I could see by the pained expression on her face just how badly she would have enjoyed physically getting involved with the other two girls. Actually admiring her courage in refraining from doing so.

Content at least then for the moment, to allow the jets at least, to pleasure her pussy, tickling and caressing it when nothing else could. It was interesting to watch, as Maxand I both did. One eye on the girls as they giggled, probed and playfully sucked, licked and finger-fucked one another. Brenda squirming, humping and fucking herself against the jets in the tub.

It wasn’t long before I too was again hard, almost casually stroking my dick just as Maxwas, though I don’t think he ever once stopped doing so, even when it was mostly flaccid.

“I love licking pussy!” Stella announced with her mouth still full of my wife’s quim, making it hard to fully understand what she’d said, speaking as though with a lisp, her tongue deeply buried in my wife’s furrow.

“It’s not polite to talk with your mouthful,” Maria answered back, though her mouth too remained glued to Stella’s luscious cunt.

Hearing their talk perhaps, listening to the obscene sounds each one was now making as they slurped one another closer and closer to a liquidly explosive climax, Brenda let out a shriek both hands squeezing her breasts almost painfully so, her eyes seemingly glued shut, her body rigid for a moment as her orgasm claimed her soul. Moments later she collapsed, and then climbed out of the tub,

thanking us all for allowing her this minor enjoyment and participation, she headed off home once again, but not before staying just long enough to watch Maria and Stella get one another off. With a wishful sign perhaps, she then departed and soon disappeared.

“Almost feel sorry for her. Almost,” Max Said after she had left. “But according to her prenuptial agreement with that prick of a husband of hers, if he catches her doing anything at all…with anyone, she’s out of any inheritance, or any part of his vast fortune at all. She knows that he screws almost every woman in sight that will have him too, and because of that…she remains basically celibate, not even having sex with him,

refusing to do so because of his own philandering. But…he tends to drink to excess, parties constantly, so she’s in hopes that in time he will drive himself into an early grave, and thus free her from the sexual torture he’s been putting her through. It’s mostly because of that, that we on occasion allow her to indulge herself such as she did here tonight.”

“Then I don’t blame you,” I told them both. “I know I couldn’t live that way myself…and for sure now!” I said winking at my wife as she continued to lay there happily still fondling Stella’s more than satisfied pussy.

“Well, shall we go back inside where we can get even more comfortable, and more shall we say…experimentive?” Max Asked.

Drying off we soon after headed back inside the house, Maria taking Maxs arm, Stella taking mine.

“Before we do anything,” Stella whispered as we walked back across the lawn. “If at any time either I or Maxsuggests something that either one of you aren’t interested in doing…or even seeing for that matter, please say so before something gets started. We would much rather you do that, than begin something that you suddenly decide isn’t something you’re perhaps open-minded enough to consider.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at with her comment. So far, there’d been nothing that I felt was untoward, or too uncomfortable for me to handle. I’d found myself liking Maxa lot more than I’d anticipated, though he did seem to have a quirky sense of his own cock. Even so, the night so far had been far more exciting than I could have ever imagined, and I was even now looking forward to a continuation of it as we headed inside.

“I’ll be the first to let you know,” I assured her, to which she simply raised her eyebrows a little.

“We’ll see,” she smiled coyly, and then led me up the spiral staircase leading upstairs to their overly spacious bedroom.

**

Though we had been taken on a brief tour of the house, we hadn’t as yet been shown around the third floor, and with good reason. They had left this as part of their surprise. The second floor was actually where their bedrooms were, his…and hers. Each having large spaciously decorated yet separate sleeping areas, along with enormous walk in closets. I had again found that odd, though Stella had told us both it was the best thing they had ever done. Especially as Maxsnored loudly, and she was a very light sleeper.

The third floor then was for sex…specifically designed for the entertainment of that. Reaching the top of the spiral staircase, we immediately saw why. There was indeed a single bed, but it was enormous, specially made, twice the size perhaps of the largest bed I’d ever seen with more than enough room for several couples at a time to lay side by side within it. In addition, a full second bar sat off to one side,

a balcony with yet another deck, several deck chairs and tables. But it was the ceiling itself that blew us both away. Maxthen showed us, revealing that he could, with the simple press of a button, open the half-ceiling skylight thus allowing the sky itself to come into the room. The sounds of the ocean below immediately heard along with the salty aroma of the sea air now greeting us.

“And of course, it can be closed during inclement weather, or if it is simply too cold out at night.”

“Please…leave it open,” Maria asked, enjoying the twinkle of stars far above us. “This…is simply breath-taking,” she said, still taking it all in.

“As are the two of you,” Maxannounced, enjoying the sight of the two girls standing together.

I had to admit, he was right about that, and I now found myself in hopeful expectation of seeing the two of them once again pleasuring one another in one form or another.

Fixing us all a fresh drink as we stood outside on the deck, now looking down on the grounds and back out to where the tub was, Stella walked out holding what appeared like a small fish bowl in her hand.

“Draw a number,” she told us both. I was about to ask her why, but she answered my unasked question. “You’ll see why,” she said as Maria reached in, drawing a slip of paper, and then I did. “Go ahead, you can look, and then I’ll explain.”