The lingerie models

change out of Clare’s lingerie. After just a couple of minutes Susan appeared in the clothes she had arrived in. Clare and I walked Dave and Susan to the front door and we said our goodbyes. Clare hugged Susan as I shook hands with Dave, and then we swapped and Clare hugged Dave as I hugged Susan. It was as if nothing unusual had happened and it was just a normal end to a normal night. We opened the front door and waved goodbye to our friends. Just as she was about to get in the taxi, Susan ran back to Clare and I and whispered that maybe next time they’ll stay the night and then gave us a little wink. She quickly kissed Clare and I on the cheek and then ran back to her waiting taxi.

Clare and I closed the door and walked back into the kitchen. It was a mess with empty beer and wine bottles after a night of hosting friends. I reached for a couple of bottles to begin tidying-up but Clare stopped me and took my hand. She began leading me back into the lounge and as we walked she told me that Dave had ejaculated after just a few minutes of her touching his cock. She said the rest of the time he was clumsily fumbling with her breasts and pussy but she was left feeling frustrated. She led me to the same spot I was sitting in earlier and she pushed me down onto the sofa. Standing in front of me, she untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She was still wearing the black peek-a-boo bra and crotchless thong, although she had removed her thigh-high boots earlier when she went to answer the front door. She told me in no uncertain terms what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to do to her everything I had just done to Susan. With that she reached down and began unfastening my jeans as she climbed onto the sofa.