I wrote this with two consent levels, and with two ways Angie gets my cum. There are rougher consent levels written and success with this may lead to the publication of the Rape and Brutal versions.
Setup –
Mary and I meet Angie and Brent in LA for a Manufacturing Expo. We are all staying at a nice hotel near the convention center, so that Mary and I do not have to drive the round trip home each day. The third day Brent is bussed away to a Heavy Equipment Product Launch / Demo Day event for retailers, held at a Factory a few hours away.. Brent will not be back until 1 or 2 AM, so I will have to entertain both wives that evening.
The girls will be out shopping, and I will meet them at the hotel.
I get back to the hotel at 3 PM and go to Angie and Brent’s hotel room. Through the door I can hear laughing as I knock. I have to knock a couple of times, loudly, to get their attention. The laughter drops to giggles, and after a short delay Angie opens the door. She backs up and turns away to let me in, bouncing gently off the bathroom door and giggling.
I follow Angie’s slightly wobbly path into the room where she plops down on the couch next to Mary. I go and kiss Mary hello, and from the booze on her breath and Angie’s behavior it is easy to tell they have been drinking. We describe each other’s day, and they admit that they have been having a little party since lunch, celebrating their morning shopping conquests. I decide to go stash my swag in our room, and shower off the crowds before we make dinner plans. Angie gives me her key so I can get back into the room, and I head off.
20 Minutes later I let myself back into the room. There is no laughter now. I find Angie hunched over, sobbing, and Mary has one arm around Angie, comforting her. Mary looks up, sees me, and waves me over. I perch on the arm of the couch next to Mary and lean down to hear as Mary turns away from Angie to whisper to me. “We were talking about sex and Angie confessed that she is very unhappy about her sex life with Brent.”
“Oh, what’s wrong?” I whisper back.
“Brent is the only man she has been with, and he’s an idiot!”
My eyebrow goes up in curiosity.”What kind of idiot?”
“He’s a selfish prude, he only fucks her when he is really drunk and horny, does not get her off during a quick missionary fuck, and then gets all guilty and goes to sleep out on the couch!
I sigh. “Pity they don’t have our kind of love and sex life.”
“Yes,” Mary said quietly but angrily, “and we are going the help her!”
“Uh-Oh” I thought, “here it comes.”
“OK Mary, what are you talking about?” I asked.
“Sex-Ed 101. We are going to teach her how to have a good time, so she can either seduce Brent into treating her right, or can find a good lover!”
“What kind of teaching did you have in mind?” I asked while noticing the depth of Angie’s cleavage, visible thanks to her hunched over position.
“First I want her to learn how to get off, the poor thing has never had an orgasm. I need you to fetch the ‘Toy’ bag from our room.”
I grinned “Okay, I’ll be right back.”
I went back to our room. When I got back and quietly let myself in again, Mary made a shushing gesture and waved me over next to her. Mary was now behind the couch, standing behind Angie. Angie was more relaxed, sitting in the center of the couch with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. Mary was massaging Angie’s forehead and temples while softly encouraging Angie to relax.
I watched from next to Mary as she erased the unhappiness from Angie’s face, rubbing the pain and tension out of Angie. I thought for a moment and then opened the bag I had fetched to take out the warming oil. Mary smiled and nodded at me, and when I had the bottle open Mary held out her palm to me to pour a little into. With the oil helping Mary worked the massage down to the sides of Angie’s neck and out to the top center of her chest. Mary patiently kept working, slowly increasing the area until her hands were slipping under the edge of Angie’s top.
Angie was sighing, and making no protest over the hands that now dipped into her cleavage a little, rubbing the whole of Angie’s chest that was not covered by her bra. Mary slowly bent down until her mouth was right by Angie’s ear, saying so softly that I could barely hear a steady stream of thought that seemed to be hypnotic to Angie.
“Relax, just relax, just keep your eyes closed and relax, relax, relax.”
“I will make it all better for you, better, better, better.”
“Feel the warm, let your skin be happy, happy, happy.”
“You don’t have to move, just relax, relax, relax.”
“You can’t move, just lie still, still, still.”
Mary whispered to me, “Buttons,” then continued talking to Angie.
“Feel your skin, how it tingles, tingles, tingles.”
I moved to in front of Angie, kneeling between her sprawled legs to gently undo the top button of her dress. Mary nodded to me, continuing to rub and whisper as I carefully opened the upper buttons of Angie’s dress and folded it open to expose her to the waist. Mary and I gazed for a moment at the large, but lacy translucent white bra Angie was wearing, then Mary softly instructed me “Mine too.”
I stood up and reached over Mary’s lowered head to pull at the back of her top. After I had slipped the blouse over Mary’s head she briefly lifted her hands from Angie to let me pull it off her arms. I felt my penis stir, hardening in my shorts as I looked back and forth between the two large sets of bra covered breasts. I enjoyed the contrasts, studying Angie’s brown boobs clearly visible through the thin white fabric, and Mary’s familiar pale white ones in her sexy red bra. Angie’s hefty tits were soft enough that the shoulder massage was jostling them gently, causing a gently rippling motion the thin bra did not dampen.
I watched Mary bending down and speaking softer, until she was whispering into Angie’s ear. Mary stopped talking, gently kissing Angie in front of her ear while still rubbing her shoulders. Mary slowly and gently kissed her way across Angie’s cheek, taking several minutes to reach Angie’s mouth. Mary softly kissed Angie on the lips then lifted up a little when Angie opened her eyes, looking up at Mary and asking “Are you seducing me?”
Mary whispered “Yes,” and kissed Angie on the lips again.
How about it readers, do I post Part1: Consenual?