He pulled her skirt up quickly and yanked down her panties. Her musky scent, a mixture of then and now, filled the room and when he stroked the puffy lips of her smooth cunt, she creamed in his hand. His cock slammed into her needy hole immediately and they both came within seconds.

She didn't tell him she'd invited Bekki and Gilberto for dinner until much later that evening. The meal passed in the same kind of slow motion blur that her drink with Bekki had only a few days before. The sexual tension in the room overshadowed even the delicious pasta primavera and mescalun greens salad. Her neighbors were walking genitalia, huge, pink, throbbing reminders of what awaited her soon but not soon enough.

"So, Mike, I'm sure Marisa has told you about our afternoon together," Bekki said confidently. Marisa's head snapped to attention. Bekki wore a clingy jersey top that accentuated every voluptuous curve.
Her dark brown eyes burned like coals in their sockets and as she sat with one knee crossed over the other, Marisa couldn't determine exactly who Bekki was trying to seduce. She was strikingly beautiful, just short of super-model perfection and may not have been aware of how devastating her looks really were. Marisa couldn't take her eyes off her. Mike's color deepened but only temporarily. "Yes, she did. I hope you don't mind."

 Marisa and Mike were very careful about their sexual adventures. Promiscuity did not turn them on, nor did coarseness. If Bekki was going to cheapen their experience by saying too much, Marisa would not hesitate to simply walk out. She waited to see where Bekki was going with her line of conversation.

"I told Gilberto, too. We're very particular about who we play with but we'd already talked about how interested we were in experimenting with the two of you. So, when I told Gilberto I'd made love to Marisa, he wanted to hear all about it." "What did you tell him?" Marisa asked, curious to know if the scene in their house had been similar to hers. "She kept talking about how sweet you tasted and how luscious your tits were. I have to tell you, Marisa, I haven't thought about much else since," Gilberto interjected.

"Shall we move to the bedroom?" Mike asked. Gilberto and Bekki moved like panthers around her body. She was the center of attention, with Gilberto removing her clothing and rubbing erogenous zones she didn't know she had while Bekki's tongue seemed to multiply, exploring crevices Gilberto missed.