As Roger was tugging the shirt from his pants and undoing his cufflinks, Nicole turned to me wrapping her arms around my neck and inviting my tongue to join hers as I stroked my hands across the now bare skin of her back before sliding them down towards her black skirt. I discovered Roger’s fingers had gotten there ahead of me as he slid down the zipper. Nicole turned to kiss Roger as she had me so I dropped to one knee to slide the skirt over my wife’s curved hips allowing gravity to then summon the garment downwards. As she started to fumble with Roger’s belt Nicole stepped out her skirt and shucked off her shoes; helpfully I slid down her sheer black stockings and she lifted one leg after another allowing me to remove them, leaving her wearing the red panties that matched her bra. No one could ever believe that this gorgeous woman, attractive and sensual, was now a 50-something.
As our friend was removing his shoes and pants, Nicole turned to me once more pulling hungrily at my shirt. “You’ve got some catching up to do.” she said causing me to accelerate the shedding of my own clothes. My released erection sprang up and Nicole wrapped her hand around it.
“Mmm, happy to see me?” Nicole asked. She was often self-deprecating but looked incredible, her sexy female form clad in the scarlet Hunkemöller lingerie topped only with a gold necklace and string of white pearls around her neck.
“Not only me.” I indicated Roger and Nicole reached out a hand to take his hard member in her other hand. Although he is a good 15 years younger than me, Roger and I are around the same 6ft height and 180lb build; his tanned abs much more pronounced than mine leading down to an attractive uncut cock that was almost a mirror image of my own.
“Maybe we want to migrate to the bedroom?” Roger said taking Nicole’s hand and leading her that way, she glanced at me lovingly as she took my hand also and we daisy-chained into the next room. We were greeted by an enormous king sized bed covered with pillows and a silver colored quilt, all of which we tossed to the side in an instant to reveal the Egyptian cotton sheets. The lights of the city illuminated the sky outside the window.
We closed in on Nicole, sandwiching her between us. Roger’s cock pressed into her belly as she put her arms around his neck melting against his body, their lips locked and tongues entwined; I luxuriated in the feel of my wife’s skin against me as my own cock insistently poked her from behind and my hands slid around between the two of them to cup Nicole’s breasts. As I kissed her neck, Roger’s chest leaned against the back of my hands and his hands slid between us to unhook Nicole’s bra; he took half a step away from her as Nicole lowered her arms and I lifted her bra away in a slow reveal. Roger gasped.
“Mouthwatering.” Was all he said as he took himself in his hand and stroked slowly looking up and down Nicole’s body. She blushed at the compliment.
“Isn’t she?” I answered from behind my wife, more in confirmation than as a question. I held Nicole briefly, deciding to give Roger even more of a gourmet show; she stood still admiring his body and flattered by his physical reaction as I slowly kissed down her back, lowering my hands to slip my fingers into the waist band of her panties sliding them over her hips and down her legs. Nicole’s right hand instinctively, needily, went to her shaved mound as she stroked her fingers across the wetness that was already building.