Fran of Arabia – Part 1

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As if on cue her husband Phil walked in carrying flowers. He greeted us with a wave, walked up, and kissed Amanda quite a bit more passionately than normally appropriate with an audience.

They were really cute together!

We had met once before but I doubted he remembered me.

“Francine! I didn’t know you were here, I would have brought flowers for you too. Sorry I missed the play… Work.” He shrugged and then furrowed his brow at me, “Why are you still wearing that?” He laughed and walked up to me, hands out eager to help.

I gave Amanda a wink and with the most innocent smile, I could muster I raised my arms up to make it easier for him to pull the bulky teapot off of me.

To say that Phil was stunned was an understatement! He had nearly gotten the costume over my head when I heard him gasp.

I was completely nude underneath! It was supposed to be a surprise for Stan but he missed his chance.

He blurted out a quick “Ohh, I’m sorry” and practically dropped the teapot back down on me but I caught it at the last moment and held it there so he and Amanda could both get a good look at me.

It felt very arousing to stand there nude but unable to see the people who I knew were gazing at my naked body.

A few moments later he let out a soft, “Holy shit” and through the hole in the bottom of the costume, I could see Amanda’s athletic legs right in front of me.

He lifted the costume all the way off and set it aside, this time it was my turn to say, “Holy Shit.”

Amanda had pulled off her slip and was standing in front of me completely nude too!

Her body is stunning. When she said she was a lifeguard in college I figured she must be a little toned but damn, and she was only a few years younger than me! She had extremely perky C’s and a tiny little landing strip of soft brown hair leading to a deliciously full set of pussy lips.

Phil had sat down on one of the couches, taking in the scene before him. I took a step forward and held Amanda in my arms. We kissed deeply… I hadn’t realized it before but she had the most amazingly long tongue.

I really hoped she liked eating pussy!

Our tongues danced together for several incredible minutes. I haven’t been kissed like this in years. She seemed shy about more at first, letting me take the lead. I caressed her body as we kissed, eagerly enjoying those perfectly perky tits of hers.

I felt her awkwardly reach her hands up towards my bosom so I stepped back, grabbed her hands, and pushed them firmly onto my breasts. She had long, dexterous fingers from her years as a musician and what she lacked in experience she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

I looked over at Phil to see he had removed much of his clothing and was slowly stroking his cock through his silk boxers. I gave him a slow wink and blew him a kiss.

Then, I really gave him something to wank it to.

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