I lay looking up at the ceiling in a kind of daze, until Miranda chuckled and slapped me affectionately on the thigh, saying ‘get up lazybones – we’ve got all day ahead of us!’
I spent the rest of that Sunday at Geraldine’s mansion, just myself and the two of them. I don’t recall all of it – some is just a blur, but the highlights that remain include Miranda and myself taking a shower together in their spacious bathroom, as Geraldine watched with masturbatory excitement Miranda’s dark figure and my pale one mingling under the stream of water. Later in the day, we lay nude on recliners by the pool, drinking cocktails and chatting; then, to cool off (though it didn’t exactly have that effect), Geraldine got into the pool wearing only a strap-on, and I lowered my naked body into the cool water until the dildo shaft was fully inside my pussy. Whilst the older white woman slowly fucked me underwater, she held me so that I could eat out her younger black lover’s cunt, as Miranda sat on the edge of the pool with her legs wide apart and her feet in the water.
Eventually, as dusk drew in, this amazing day of new experiences came to an end. Geraldine ordered a taxi to take me back to my apartment, and before I left she reminded me that all of this was quite separate from our professional work, and could not be even hinted at there. So, when two days later we passed in the corridor, we simply gave each other the kind of nod and half-smile that passes between a company MD and a mid-level executive. But after I arrived home on Thursday evening, there was a phone call from Miranda inviting me to the mansion on a Sunday later in the month, ‘to meet a few close friends’. She emphasised the word ‘close’ in a sultry way, and I couldn’t resist the reply: ‘I’d love to be close to any friends of yours, honey’. Miranda gave a husky laugh, and told me it was a lingerie party – no need to trouble over a smart dress, but to wear and bring several sets of my favourite and sexiest underwear. I was hot and flushed when I put down the phone. Oh, wow! – not only was it clear that threesomes with them were going to be a regular part of my sex life from now on, but in the meantime I got to do my second most favourite thing – shop for lingerie. I shucked off my work clothes, had a quick shower, slipped on a silk wrap, and sat down at my computer. This called for something a bit special – everyone knew good old Victoria’s Secret and Agentprovocateur, but I wanted something a bit more unusual, and began perusing some of my favourite designers – Valisere, Diane Rubach (her Jasmine range looks great on a tall woman like me), Aubade, and so on. I began to browse and choose, fingering myself between the legs, partly over the pretty models in the pictures and partly imagining myself in each item, and Geraldine and Miranda removing it. Happy days ...
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