Keeping things fresh after 10 years of marriage is difficult. It was a fact that our sex life had been on the wane for quite a while before Amy came along, Amy being my husband’s 23 year-old girlfriend. I must admit that I laughed in his face and told him that he must be delusional when he claimed that our beautiful blonde neighbour had propositioned him for sex; the sudden spark we found in the bedroom meant I had played along with his supposed-fantasies and I had been trapped by the truth when I’d found out my husband had used my written note as permission to fuck our best friend’s daughter. What could I say? The weirdest part was that Amy and I became really good friends. After all, we had a common interest… Paul was away on business in the days running upto Christmas and I grumbled that the house was feeling a little lonely without him. “You mean you’re feeling frisky and you’ve got no-one to play with?” That was closer to the truth. “Do you want me to send Amy round etlik escort to warm you up?” The idea made me tingle. Me and Amy? I started masturbating to that image while I was still chatting to Paul and was still masturbating an hour later when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Amy standing beside a second blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty. I gawped. It was still light and the girl was wearing a collar around her neck, a shy smile and nothing else. Amy made introductions. “This is Christmas, as in Christmas-Comes-Early; this is Linda,” “You can call me ‘Chris’ if you’d like.” Christmas shook my hand as I was still trying to work out how she had come to be naked at my front door; there was no sign of either of them having jackets or coats of any kind. “That’s not an introduction. Kiss her on the lips,” Amy said sternly. I noticed for the first time her outfit: high-heeled, thigh-high boots and a black corset that creaked with keçiören escort every breath. In her left hand was a lead attached to Christmas’s collar and in the other was a riding crop. Christmas and I looked at each other and then moved together. She licked her lips in anticipation. They were deliciously soft, like expensive little pillows, opening eagerly at the touch of my tongue. Christmas was a truly great kisser; her body arched into mine enthusiastically as my hand settled on the bony outcrop of her naked hip. I was nirvana as I kissed a beautiful girl right in front of my neighbours. Christmas jerked away from me, breaking our passionate exchange. I gasped as I realised that the lead to her collar had been pulled tight. “Not those lips, bitch,” Amy snapped at me. She touched the riding crop to my shoulder and applied downward pressure. “On your knees.” Was she actually going to make my first taste of pussy public? Part of me kızılay escort was saying that this was too dangerous, that I should refuse. But I didn’t want to refuse; I wanted to play Amy’s game. Despite the risks, I was on my knees, facing Christmas’s neatly trimmed snatch. The crop switched from my shoulder to between Christmas’s thighs and guided them apart. Without waiting for the crop, I pressed my mouth right over the soft, velvety flesh between Christmas’s legs. My mouth came open and I explored. Her pussy was wet, her lips puffy and her clitoris was a slippery marble of excitement. Christmas sagged with a happy groan as I licked. “Enough of that you two! Inside, now!” Amy barked. With a mixture of regret and relief, I shuffled inside on my hands-and-knees and closed the door. At least I tried to. Blocking the doorway were two enormous men clad in the same kind of gear as Amy. Panicking, I tried to slam the door in their masked faces but Amy intercepted. “They’re with me,” she stated and let them into my house. I gawped at Amy as we stood in my hallway. “Take her clothes off.” Before I had chance to react, my dress was yanked down into a pool around my ankles, leaving me naked. My heart began trying to thump its way out of my chest .