The lingerie models

Clare came back in the room and smiled over at us as she stood watching for a moment. She walked over to us and peered round to see exactly what was going on before returning to Dave on the other sofa. She immediately adopted the same position and straddled Dave. I could see her reach for her breast and hold it as she leaned forward. She was letting Dave do exactly what I was doing to his wife. Susan and I watched for a minute and we saw Clare shuffle forward a little until she was positioned just like Susan was. Her bottom was tensing and relaxing as she started to grind her hips onto Dave’s lap.

Susan moved back a little and she looked down at the bulge in my jeans. There was a dark patch where she had been rubbing her wet pussy against me. She reached down and started fumbling for my zip. She was struggling to reach it properly from where she was positioned so she climbed off me and stood over me. She leaned in and undid the button, pulled down the zip and then

proceeded to pull at my jeans. I raised my hips and she yanked them down. She had managed to remove my underwear with them and I was now sitting with my jeans and underpants at my ankles. I became very self-conscious of my situation, being suddenly so exposed with my hard cock sticking up in front of our friend that we had known and been so close to for over 20 years. I looked across at the other sofa but they were far too engrossed in their own intimacy to even notice.