"I just sent an email to Robert and Kim confirming our arrival tomorrow."

"Great. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."

"Because you really want to, we'll swap partners with them. Once."

Chris looked at her and smiled. "Thanks." And hugged her tightly.

"Well... At least once." Isabell added.

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I walked into the living room. My wife was laying on the love seat. Her legs propped up on one of the arms. Glasses sitting on the end of her nose. Her book resting on her stomach.

We were both lounging in our favorite clothes. A pair of sheer to the waist pantyhose, white cotton ankle socks, and a white longsleeve blouse on her.

I lightly ran my fingers down the length of one long leg.

"Mmmmmmmmm, that's nice." She said idly and spread her legs slightly letting me know she would like me to continue.

"May I interrupt for a minute? We received an email from Isabell and Chris. Their plane will arrive at the airport tomorrow at one. They decided to take your suggestions on where to stay and rent a car for their overnight stay in Dallas. I tried talking them into staying here, but they felt it would be too much of an imposition on us. They said to expect them around seven."

Kim finally put her book down. "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night and swapping partners. I've always wanted to try it and I can't think of a more fun couple to do it with. Chris sounded really excited about doing it with us."

"I totally agree. Anything else you would like done around the house before tomorrow, my love?"

I asked as my hand slid down her leg, over her stomach and under her shirt. My finger playfully circled her navel.

"Ummmmmmm, I can't think of anything left to do. Espeically with you doing that."

I bent over and kissed her lightly.

"Then I guess we can just relax until then." I picked up my science fiction novel and layed on the couch to read.

"Pretty much, yep."

Saturday morning we put on our usual lounging clothes and did some last minute food prep for the evening. Then headed to the gym for a while. Afterward, we tried not to be too nervous about meeting Isabell and Chris face to face.

In their emails Chris described himself to us as being 6'4", with a medium built with brown hair and eyes. Kim, who's 6' tall, admitted she was looking forward to kissing someone and not have to bend over for a change. Of course we both knew what Isabell, who's about 5'7" with luscious curves, looked like from her marvelous pantyhose web site. They're both in their late twenties.

We did our best to describe ourselves to them, short of sending a photo. I described myself as 5'9" with blonde hair, blue eyes and being well muscled. I said Kim is 6' tall with very short red hair and lightly muscled, with firm B size breasts. Her shoulders wider than her hips. Both of us being right at forty. We both workout regulary and are in great shape.

About three, they called just to let us know they arrived and were looking forward to seeing us later.

We checked a few last minute things around the house. Then changed clothes for tonight. In our emails we talked about what each of us likes to wear and see on each other. Tonight we tried to dress as erotically or as nicely as possible for our new partners.

I decided to dress in a simple black long tail tux with white shirt and red tie and cumberbun which I rented for the weekend.

Kim decided to wear one of her grey pin strip power suits with a thin white blouse and fitted skirt which stopped just above the knee. Classic black patent five inch pumps and black stockings with seams covered her long legs.

We relaxed with our novels.

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Isabell and Chris arrived at the hotel located near the airport. They wanted to be pampered for their short stay in Dallas so they chose to stay in one of the nicer places. Their room was very plush and included a two person jucuzzi in the bath. They napped for a few hours knowing they would be up late tonight.

Chris got up first and removed all the hair from his neck down. Then put on a pair of white sheer to the waist pantyhose with the front seam split for his manhood to hang out of. He was supprised at how wonderful they felt against his skin. Then a pair of white boots, with high heels, which hugged his calves and a wide elastic belt. On top of this he pulled on a pair of dress pants and a button down shirt and tie. The heels looked somewhat strange below his pants legs but he didn't think anyone would notice.

While Chris was dressing Isabell watched as he pulled up his pantyhose. His nine inch shaft looked enticing hanging between his thighs, but they didn't have enough time right now. She pulled out the costume she was going to wear and layed it on the bed.

"Ok, I'm going down to rent the car. I have your purse and everything else. Just lock the door when you come down. I'll meet you at the main entrance."

"Sounds good. I'll be down shortly."

They kissed and Chris headed to the car rental.

Isabell removed all her clothes in anticipation of putting on the deep purple lycra catsuit. She slipped one leg in, then the other and pulled it over her hips. She discovered she liked the sensual feel of the tight lycra against her skin. She slipped one arm into a sleeve, then the other, and pulled the hood over her head. Only her eyes and mouth area were visable. Two small cat ears sat on top. She pulled the zipper up the back. Her hair tucked tightly and hidden under the lycra. She studied her shaply form in the mirror. A long tail was attached just above her round cheeks. It swished when she walked. The catsuit looked painted on. Every crack and buldge of her luscious form showed. Her hands slid up her body enjoying the sensious feel, slowing to carress her round orbs. Her nipples already erect and hard. She turned sideways and admired the way the round tail layed on the crack bewteen her cheeks. She adjusted the slit in the crouch to make sure it didn't show when she moved.

Isabell suddenly froze with the realization that Chris had taken her long jacket with him. She'd have to go thru the lobby and stand and wait for him in a skin-tight costume...

A slow smile grew on her face. Oh well, she thought, I'll just have a little fun while I wait. Maybe get a drink at the bar.

She pulled on the thigh high black leather boots with four inch heels and the long leather gloves. Then she pulled out the Catwoman comic book she'd bought. She looked in the mirror and then at the comic. Her costume was identical to the one in the comic. She tossed it on the bed and made sure the door locked on her way out.

Isabell stepped out of the elevator near the hotel lobby in the leather and lycra catwoman costume. Knowing that no one would be able to recognize her real face thanks to the lycra hood. She meandered slowly and sensiously thru the lobby area. Everyone stopped what they were doing and staired at her. The idea of every guy, who was watching her, getting a buldge in their pants really turned her on. She was willing to bet their were even a few women watching who were getting moist at the site of her. Her heart was racing with the excitement and arrousal.

Chris was nowhere in site. She wondered over to the bar. It had lots of dark wood and was dimly lit. A large TV in the corner was showing some sports channel. Several good looking young yuppy types, in their nicely pressed suits, were sitting at the bar. Another dozen or so were sitting at tables. They all looked at her as she entered, then slowly went back to what they were doing. Obviously talking about her and glancing her way. Isabell strattled one of the bar stools next to a good looking but slender young yup in a nice suit. Then totally ignored him.

"Um, excuse me, my name's Steve. Can I buy you a drink?"

Isabell turned. "Hi, Steve." Then to the bartender. "Rum & coke."

"Going to a maskerade party?"

Isabell decided to give him as little information as possible. "No." She wanted to drive him crazy. Her gloved hand came to rest on his thigh next to his crouch. "Thanks for the drink, Steve." She said as the bartender set her drink down. Her hand still on his leg.

"Listen, would you like to come back to my room for a while?"

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm waiting for someone. Besides, it might cost you more than a drink and I could only stay for a few minutes..." She said in a soft voice. Her hand carressing his leg ever so lightly.

Steve looked around a bit nervously. Then in an equally soft voice, "How much for a little lip service?"

"Two. Cash."

Isabell thought his was going to choke. She made sure he saw her look at the clock on the wall. Her hand slipped between his thighs and her finger rubbed his dick.

"It will be sooooo good, Steve..."

"Well, Ok. Come on."

"Let's see the cash first." At least she knew enough to get payed first in these situations.

He brought out two one hundred dollar bills. Isabell took them and slipped them deep in her boot. She slid off her stool bewteen them so that she was standing pressing against him. Her hand cupped his now buldging pants and she whispered in his ear, "Let's go..."

She followed Steve up to his room. When he finished locking the door Isabell pinned him against the wall pressing herself against him. Her shapely hips doing a slow grind against his erection. Her lips and tongue kissing him wildly. Isabell's hands worked their way down his front. She grabbed the lapells of his still buttoned jacket and pulled it down around his arms making it hard to move. Then her hands undid his belt and slid his zipper down.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, such a wonderful sound. Don't you agree Steve?"

She pulled his pants down around his knees and discovered he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Well, haven't you come prepaired!"

An erect six incher stood almost straight up. Isabell knelt slowly, her legs spreading wide. Her leather gloved hands carressing its length. Her tongue flicking at the head. Then she sucked each ball into her mouth and sucked and licked. Steve couldn't do much but stand their and moan. Which is just how Isabell wanted her john. She ran her tongue along and around the length of his rigid cock. After a few minutes of this, she could feel his balls tightening and she sucked him into her mouth. Isabell sucked hard as Steve's cock emptied itself into her mouth. She waited for the last drop, then stood. He had a look of extacy on his face.

"Thanks Steve."

"Wait! How can I get a hold of you later."

Isabell stopped and turned at the door. "Don't worry lover, I'll find you..." She blew him a kiss. Once in the hallway she hurried into the elevator. Her heart racing. Having no intention of ever seeing him again, she also didn't want him to try to follow her. She'd ask Kim for a change of clothes before they returned to the hotel later tonight. The elevator door opened and she walked slowly across the lobby to the main entrance as if nothing had happened. Luckly Chris was waiting with the car. Isabell got in and they kissed.

"Been waiting long?"

"Oh no. I kept myself occupied." She pulled the two hundred dollars from her boot and related the story of the past half hour. "This should almost pay for our room in the hotel tonight."

They laughted about it all the way to our house.

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I got up and turned on the porch light then peered out the blinds just as their car pulled into our driveway. Isabell and Chris got out and we greeted them warmly. We showed them into the house. Once inside, I kissed Isabell and Chris went for Kim. After the four of us pulled apart, Chris cassually let his hand slid down Kim's back and over her tightly rounded rear.

"Is that a garter I feel?" Wow, Kim's really tall and well built, Chris thought to himself. Nice lean aerobics body.

Kim just smiled warmly at him. "There's more than a garter their..." A good looking guy that's actually taller than I am. And a nine incher! This is going ot be fun! Kim thought.

"Wow, Isabell. You really went all out. That's a really nice costume! You really look fantastic! And your much taller than you appear in your pics." What a great body, nice curves, and really good looking. I think to myself. Mmmm, erect nipples already.

Isabell giggled. "Thank you Robert. You look good enough to eat too. Mmmmmmm a tux. Very sexy." For being forty he's really good looking and well built, Isabell thinks to herself.

Isabell and I sit on the couch. Chris and Kim on the love seat. We each take a glass of champagnue.

"A toast. To cyber friends, cyber cocks, and cyber pussies!" Glasses clink and we drink.

Kim takes Chris's glass. "Stand up Chris." They both stand and kiss passionately. Her hands slowly and expertly unbuttoning his shirt. Kissing down his chest as she goes. Kim sees a large long buldge pressing against Chris's pants. Her hands undo his pants and they quickly slide to the floor. Chris steps out of them feeling slightly self consious about what he's wearing. Kim stands again knowing he really doesn't care for tight clothes but is wearing pantyhose for her erotic pleasure. Chris's massive cock sticks straight out.

Kim sits, looks at Chris and lightly pats the seat next to her. Her hand strokes the length of his pantyhose covered thigh.

"Mmmmmmmmm, now that's nice." Her hand reaching around his shoulders and pulling him to her. Chris's hands caress Kim's thigh feeling the garter underneath. Pulling her skirt up as he does. His erection getting harder by the second.

I stand and offer my hand to Isabell. I gently help her up. "Let's go outside."

"Outside?"

"Sure, we have a large patio, and it's fairly private." Except for the two young ladies who live next door who might be watching us, as they've watced Kim and I. I think to myself.

We walk thru the house and out the back door. I watch Isabell's shapely hips move suductively as she walks in front of me. The moon is bright and reflects off the deep purple of your shiny lycra catsuit creating moving patterns along her body. There are no street lights nearby. A large grey gym mat lays folded on the brick patio which is near the center of our landscaped yard. As we step onto the patio I notice the light at the girls house is off. My eyes not quite used to the darkness.

"This is nice. The idea of someone seeing us out here making love excites me. It's a very arrousing idea. Now, come to catwoman!"

Isabell's arms snake easily around my shoulders. Her four inch heels making her slightly taller than myself. Her luscious body presses against mine. My loins respond. Her hips grind against mine making my erection even harder.

"Tell me Catwoman, are you in heat tonight?" My hands slide down over her hips and carress her shapely rear.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm, like you wouldn't believe..."

Over Isabell's shoulder I see two barely visable black shapes sitting on the steps amoung the shadows. Kim and I have seen them before. We've even talked to the girls during the day, but no mention of their, or our, night prowlings are ever mentioned. We're not sure whether they just like to watch, which is fine with us, or if they're working up the nerve to have us watch them sometime while they use our patio.

Isabell's hand unzips my pants and pulls out my cock. Her hand strokes my fat seven inch length. Only seven inches, she thinks, but it's so much wider than Chris's. Her hand can't even close around it. She places it between her lycra thighs, up against your lips. Enjoying the heat pressing against her clit. Isabell's breathing increases as we kiss and she moves her hips back and forth letting her juices drip along my shaft. Prepairing it. All I could do is moan with pleasure.

I turn her around, flip her tail to one side and press my wide cock between her cheeks. She arches her back slightly and moves her shapely hips up and down along my length. Isabell reaches behind and pulls my head over her shoulder and we kiss passionately. My hands carressing their way up her stomach and over her luscious breasts. Her hard nipples threatening to poke thru the tight fabric. My hands cup her round orbs and fondle them. I roll her tits gently between my fingers. She moans with pleasure. I pinch her hard nipples between my fingers and she moans louder.

One hand slides down her front and I slip a finger in her excited clit. Dripping with anticipation. She spreads her legs wider for me. My finger quickly finds her spot and almost finger fucks her to an orgasm right there.

"Mmmmmmmm, I think a cat is mounted from behind. Unfold the mat."

Her hips push me away and I reluctantly spread the mat out in the center of the patio. My cock hanging out of my pants. Isabell kneels on all fours on the mat and I kneel behind her. I take my shaft in my hand and use it to spread the slit in her catsuit and her wet pussy lips with my massive head. Up and down the length of her lips. Feeling her sweet pussy become wetter with each pass. The fabric around her hot cunt soaking with her juices.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes! I want to feel every inch of you inside me, Robert. God, I'm so hot! I want it now!"

I grab her hips and drive my cock deep into her dripping pussy. She gasps and moans as I begin to thrust.

"Oh my god! Mmmmmmmm. Robert your so wide! It feels like I'm going to split wide open! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ooooooooo."

My drive my shaft home with each thrust of my muscular hips. She gasps each time my wide penis hits the end of her tunnel. I move my hips faster and faster. Isabell pants heavely as friction from my shaft heats her hot dripping cunt to the bursting point. Her orgasm close. My hips move like a machine gun pumping her target. She tenses, then bucks wildly and I ride her out. Her climax peeks. Her body squirming as waves of intense pleasure passes over her shapely form. My pumping slows as her climax passes. Isabell can barely hold herself up on all fours. I slowly remove my still erect cock. She suddenly realizes I haven't cum and I'm still erect. Waiting for more hot pussy to slip around my shaft.

I help her up.

"Still turned on by the idea of someone watching us make love?"

Still breathing heavely, "Mmmmmmmmm. Yes."

I turn to the girls and motion them to come over. Two black figures move from the shadows into the moon light. They stop on the edge of the patio. Their figures appear to be the same. Both are dressed alike and all in black. Black high heels, tights, a turtleneck shirt with longsleeves, gloves, and a tight lycra hood that lets only their eyes show. They remove their hoods and shake out their hair. They're about five one, slender and petite but nicely built. One has straight blonde hair the other dark red. Very early twenties.

"This is Linda." My hand indicating the red head. "And this is Jewels."

In a soft voice they both say hello.

"Ladies, this is Isabell. A good friend of ours."

"Hi. You two look like Catwoman's minions..." Sudden inspiration hits. "Yeeeeeesss. Alright ladies, pin him to the mat!"

They look at each other and grab my arms and pull me down on the mat. Each pinning an arm between their legs.

Isabell stands at my feet and slowly removes her long leather gloves and then her boots.

"Let's see just how long you can stay erect with me in control."

"You'll never make me cum!" I say defiently.

Isabell unzips the back of her catsuit and pulls the hood and shoulders off. She shakes her thick golden blonde hair out. Then she pulls her arms out and pushes the catsuit down around her waist.

Isabell stretches each arm up in the air and stands on her toes. "We'll see..." She says in a sultry voice.

Her hands slide down her body and over her breasts, carressing her round orbs. She throws her head back and moans with pleasure. Her thumb and finger rolling and squeezing her erect nipples. "I don't know about you Robert, but I feel absolutely luscious." She slowly slides the catsuit down over her shapely hips and legs and steps out. She moves and stands with her legs spread wide over my waist and looks down at me. My cock still laying erect. The moon light reflects off yher pale skin like a ghost. She kneels. Her narrow bush inches above my rigid shaft. She lowers her hips and slides just her pussy hairs back and forth along my length. She watches the reaction on my face.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, I see you do have a weakness. Hold him tightly ladies. I wouldn't want him to get away before he empties himself inside my hot little pussy..." Isabell purrs.

Her hands grab the middle of my shirt and rip it open. My muscular chest exposed. She runs her bare hands lightly over it. Stopping to tease my nipples. I squirm and moan with delight. Her touch sends shivers along my spine. Next she opens my pants and pulls them down to my knees.

She remembers the two hundred dollar blowjob in the hotel just a short time ago, and smiles playfully at me. Isabell lowers her wet clit around my rigid shaft and moans softly as it penitrates her soft pink flesh. She moves up and down along my length. Slowly increasing her pumping movements.

My pleasure builds as I watch her breasts bounce up and down. My breathing quickens. My balls draw up tightly, prepairing to release my manhood. I squirm, trying to get free but it's no use. So I do the next best thing and carress Linda and Jewels between their cheeks. Now they too are squirming.

Isabell's hands press on my ridged abdomen for support. Her eyes close and a smile grows on her face as her extecy builds. Her hips continue to move faster and faster and her breathing becomes rapid again. Her hips start dropping on my cock as her climax draws near. My head hitting the end of her hot cunt. Her pussy juices running off the end of my balls.

My breathing becomes short gasps as my orgasm suddenly explodes and I shoot my cum deep into her tender pink flesh. She feels each pulse as it hits the end of her love tunnel.

Suddenly her orgasm grabs her and she becomes like a wild animal. Her hips rapidly pumping my shaft until she tenses and peeks and collaspes on my chest. Her golden hair spreading like a fan across her back. I kiss her lips tenderly as we catch our breath. Her scent intoxicating.

After a while Isabell sits up. My now limp cock sliding out of her. A puddle of cum and cunt juices dripping on the mat.

"Thank you for holding my prey down, ladies. You've been most helpful."

Linda and Jewels stand and step back. Isabell stands and stretches, then collects her costume. I stand and pull my pants up. I look like a tornado just hit me.

"Not to bad for an old man."

I grunt, "Not to bad for a child."

We both laugth and head into the house to see how Chris and Kim are cuming.

I turn to the ladies on the patio. "Don't go away ladies..."

Chris's hand works slowly at inching Kim's skirt up. Feeling her legs as he does. Kim's hand stroking his nine inch shaft and caressing his pantyhosed legs and hips. Their lips locked and kissing passionately. After a few minutes Kim pulls away and takes Chris's hands and pulls him up.

"Why don't you remove my jacket, Chris." Kim's sultry voice asks him.

They kiss as Chris unbuttons her jacket and inches it down her shoulders and arms and tosses it on the couch. He sees Kim's black lace bra that just hold her firm breasts up and points her hard red nipples forward, under her thin white blouse.

"Be a good boy and I'll let you play with them."

Kim kneels slowly as she kisses her way down Chris's chest. Encircling his nipples with her tongue. Shivers run down his spine. His rigid shaft responding to her touches. Chris moans with delight as her tongue works its way down finally reaching his rigid shaft. Her expert tongue sliding along its length while her hand holds the base. She sucks his balls into her mouth and runs her tongue around them. Chris's moaning becomes louder. Her tongue works its way back to his head and sucks his length into her mouth. She sucks hard around his head. Chris's balls tighten and his breathing becomes quick and sharp. Kim's hand strokes his massive shaft until he can't hold it any longer and shudders with an orgasm. Kim sucks and swallows hard and fast as Chris fills her mouth with cum. She sucks him dry then lets his limp cock slide from between her lips. She stands.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, nice snack."

"Wow. That was incredible."

"The show isn't over yet." Kim runs her long blood red finger nails down his chest. "The next one will be even better. God I love your long cock Chris!"

His arms circled her waist and pulled her to him. They kissed long and tenderly. Kim's hands carressing his nylon covered legs and hips. Chris unbuttoning each button of Kim's blouse one at a time. He pulled it open and sucked on one erect nipple and then on the other.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, Chris that feels so good. Pinch my tits hard between your fingers."

He placed Kim's hard red nipples between his fingers and pinches them hard. Kim inhales sharply and moans with delight.

"Oh god! I love that exquisitly sharp pain mixed with the intense pleasure sooooooo much!"

Chris works Kim's blouse down over her lightly muscled shoulders and down her arms. Then tosses it on the jacket.

She smiles. "Your getting good at that."

Their lips met again and their tongues dance. His hands slide around her slender waist and unsnap the waist of her skirt, then slowly pulls the zipper down.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, yet another pleasant sound."

"I couldn't agree more."

He gently and slowly pulls it down over her narrow hips and her lean muscular legs and Kim steps out of it. Chris is face to pussy. A black lace garter belt holds up her black seamed stockings with a sheer red g-string worn outside the garter belt. Her pussy completely shaved. A tattoo of a skull with red flaming hair is where her bush should have been.

"The tattoo artist really loved putting it on me. Why don't you take a much closer look..." Comes her sultry voice.

His hands carress their way up her long legs. Finally touching the thin string that holds the g-string on. His fingers slide it slowly down to the floor for Kim to step out of. He tosses her skirt and g-string on the couch without taking his eyes off her. Kim smiles warmly. She spreads her legs wide and puts her hands on her hips. Her pink pussy lips slightly apart calling to him. Chris kissed the tattoo of the skull and Kim moaned softly. His tongue flicked at the tip of her clit. Kim inhaled sharply. His tongue caressing just between her wet lips licking her sweet juices. His hands exploring between her small rounded cheeks.

Kim sees that Chris's massive nine incher was again rigid and ready. She reluctantly places her hands on his arms and pulls him and his wonderful tongue from her wet clit.

"Follow me..." Her voice dripping with sensuality.

He watched as she slinks out the door, and quickly follows. Her body swaying with desire. Chris followed Kim into the bedroom. A king size bed with four large wooden posts and wooden beams connecting them rests against the center of one wall, in front of a large set of windows.

"I'm told you like to dominate Isabell. Would you like to dominate me now?"

"Oh yes!"

Kim hooks her hands on one wooden beam and stands in a spread eagle. "Then do with me as you will. Take me. Force yourself on me!" She reaches down and openes a small drawer next to the bed. Chris sees a drawer full of interesting toys. He picked up a large plastic realistic looking gun and with one hand forcing Kim back on the bed. He spreads her legs and forces himself between them holding the toy gun at her throat.

"No! Please don't hurt me!" Kim's voice is meek and full of fear.

"Quiet bitch. You want me and you know it!"

Chris took his cock and placed the head between her tender pink lips. Then slammed it home. Kim gasped loudly and squirmed as Chris pumped his powerful hips. His massive cock slammed against the end of her hot tunnel over and over.

"Oh god! Chris! No, please!

The gun stayed pointed at her neck. Kim's breathing increased as Chris's massive cock fucked her burning clit like a jack hammer.

"Shout up slut!" He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small knife. Kim froze. He carefully slipped it under her bra between her firm breasts and jerked up. Kim's lacey black bra popped open. He dropped the knife back in the drawer. Chris's mouth and tongue came down on her hard nipples sucking and licking. Kim began to moam as he continued to thrust his massive shaft in her. As he pumps faster, Kim starts to squirm wildly. Her hands grabbing for the bed sheets. Her legs wrap around his nylon covered thighs and tried to pull him in farther as her orgasm continues to build. The feel of his pantyhose rubbing her inner thighs is driving her wild. Chris's balls slap against her cheeks with each powerful thrust. She tightened her pussy muscles around his rigid shaft. The sensation was intense. Kim suddenly gasped and shook as her orgasm grabbed her. Waves of intense pleasure passing thru her body. Chris couldn't hold back any longer and his loins explode with an intense orgasm. Kim could feel his hot cock pulse as his cum filled her burning pussy. Chris kept pounding Kim's cunt until he was to soft and he collasped on her chest. They lay panting on the bed. Kim's hands grab his face and she kisses him with wild passion.

"Ooooooh, Chris! You were fantastic! God I love your massive cock."

Chris tossed the plastic gun on the bed. "Mmmmmm, you were incredible too Kim."

Chris could feel his limp dick slip out from between her wet lips.

"Feels like our que. Let me dry you off."

Chris stood and Kim knelt in front of him. She sucked the last drop of cum and her expert tongue cleaned his shaft and balls. About this time Isabell and I entered the room.

"Finishing touches, Kim?" I asked.

Kim stood. "A job isn't finished until the tongue work is done."

"Now that your thru. Chris, would you please get my pantyhose, pumps and coat from the car?" Isabell asked.

"I thought you brought your coat..."

"I thought you did?"

"No problem. Chris why don't you get her other things and she can borrow one of my big fuzzy sweaters." Kim offers.

"Go out like this?" Chris askes in supprise.

"Sure."

Chris shruggs and goes out to the car still wearing just his boots and pantyhose. His long cock hanging limp between his thighs.

Kim dug around in the closet for a sweater. It was thick and soft and pale blue with long sleeves and a big turtleneck. Chris came back with her black pumps and nude seamless pantyhose.

"Why don't you step into the bathroom and change." Chris and Isabell stepped into the bathroom.

I removed what was left of my tux. I put on a pair of black high heel pumps. Sheer grey pantyhose and a large leather belt. Black leather wrist guards and a tight black lycra hood with eye and mouth holes. Kim watched me while she put on another lacy black bra just like the last one that was so beautifully cut from her chest.

Isabell and Chris came back from the bathroom. Chris back in his dress pants and shirt. Isabell with pumps, pantyhose and Kim's sweater that barely covered her shapely rear.

"Looks like your in for more fun before the night's over, Kim."

She smiled generously. "It does kind of look that way, doesn't it."

We walked them out to their car. Isabell and I hug each other warmly. My hand sliding up her nylon covered leg and cheek one last time. Kim and Chris finished hugging. Kim went to Isabell and hugged and kissed her like a lover. Each enjoying the feminine warmth of the other.

"Mmmmmm, Isabell, the next time you and Chris come down, you and I are going to enjoy each other's affections. Maybe we'll tie the men up somewhere and just let them watch."

"Or maybe the two of you can come visit us? Either way, it's going to be fun!"

We waved our goodbyes as Isabell and Chris drove off.

I turned to my loving wife. "There's someone waiting for us to cum and play in the backyard..."

END.