Rachael … part 2

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Rachael … part 2‘Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!’That was Rachael’s response when she looked out of her bedroom window to see who was pounding on the front door of her house and constantly ringing the doorbell.We had only met yesterday and, after helping her out when her car had a flat tyre, we had spent the previous evening having a nice meal followed by a night of passionate sex firstly on her sofa and then in her bed.‘Get dressed’ she said ‘Quickly!’ as she slipped on the first garment that came to hand – a silky dress the hem of which came to her mid-thigh. ‘It’s the estate agent with a couple who are interested in buying the house, they want to have another look around, I forgot they were coming this morning’I momentarily thought about mentioning the streak of cum on Rachael’s cheek and the blob in her dishevelled hair but she was insistent that I made a move immediately. There was a problem though. In the heat of last night’s passion we had removed all of our clothes in her living room so I had no choice but to run down the stairs naked to retrieve my clothing. As I found my shirt and trousers from where they had been flung in our excitement I had the feeling that I was being watched. I looked up to see a woman roughly the same age as Rachael watching me through the patio door glass. I couldn’t find my socks or one shoe so I made a dash into the kitchen with what I had to get dressed.I heard Rachael open the front door and apologise profusely to the people waiting outside and invite them in. After dressing in quick time I decided that I should try and make myself useful bolu escort so I started making some coffees for the visitors and decided to wash the dishes that had been used for the meal last night.Steaming mugs of coffee and a man washing up greeted Rachael and the group of visitors when they entered the kitchen. I was pleased to see that Rachael had found the time, in the confusion, to brush her hair but the cum on her face was still there. The woman who had seen me as I was locating my clothes was the estate agent and she gave me a smile and a wink while Rachael explained something about the cooker to the would-be buyers.The group then made their way outside to look at the garden and then toured the inside of the house again before, finally, the couple left with the agent agreeing to speak to them soon about a decision.‘What the fuck do you think you are doing?’ were the first words out of the estate agent’s mouth when she returned to the kitchen with Rachael. ‘You know that if Marcus finds out you’ve been fucking another man the divorce settlement is off and you’ll have nothing.’ She was clearly angry but, I thought, a little too interested in her vendor’s life for an estate agent. She also hadn’t finished her outburst ‘The house is a mess, last night’s dishes left on the table, the living room and the bedroom stink of sex, you’re nearly naked and you’ve got cum on your cheek. I’m going to have to work hard with the buyers now to make the sale. The wife thinks you’re some sort of slut but, luckily, didn’t notice her husband gawping at your tits’ She bolu escort bayan paused … ‘Is he any good then?’ she asked as she nodded towards me. ‘Oh yes!’ replied Rachael with a smile.‘The smell of sex really turns me on’ said the estate agent – her name was Joanne I discovered later – as, smiling, she walked towards me shrugging off her jacket. I glanced at her body, her blouse was semi transparent and her nipples were pushing hard against the material, her breasts supported by a half cup bra.‘I saw this through the window’ she said as her hand rubbed over the front of my trousers ‘and now I want a closer look.’ I looked at Rachael who was now standing on my other side ‘I’m happy to share’ she said as Joanne’s hand slipped inside my trousers and began to squeeze my cock. ‘Mmmm! Feels good’ sighed Joanne as she squatted down and undid my trousers and eased them down. My cock was growing harder and then, holding it in her right hand Joanne eased her mouth over the tip before gradually taking it deeper between her lips. I heard Rachael give a little moan and looked at her to see an expression of bliss on her face. Looking down I could see why … Joanne had her left hand up Rachael’s dress and was giving her pussy some attention with her fingers.‘I want a fuck’ announced Joanne after she pulled her lips off my cock with an audible pop. As she stood her skirt fell to the floor – she had unfastened it herself. I guided her backwards towards the dining table and with a smile she sat on the smooth surface, leant back and opened her stocking clad legs. She escort bolu had obviously forgotten to put on any panties that morning and I was able to gaze at her wet pussy as its lips opened invitingly. I thought about bending to taste her sweetness but out of the corner of my eye I saw Rachael mouth ‘Fuck her’ so I lined up my cock with her dripping wet pussy and pushed it deep into her. An orgasm raced through her on that first stroke and others followed as I slid my cock in and out of Joanne’s body. Rachael’s actions helped as she undid the buttons on Joanne’s blouse and began to lick and suck on her exposed nipples until her own needs became too great and casting off her dress she climbed onto the table and eased her thighs each side of Joanne’s head before lowering her pussy onto Joanne’s willing tongue.My cock erupted inside Joanne which caused her to groan louder an action which pushed Rachael to an orgasm of her own. None of us moved for several minutes. Rachael was first as she eased herself off Joanne’s, now wet, face and gingerly climbed down off the table. I was next as I pulled my softening cock out of Joanne’s cum filled pussy and sat down on a chair. Seconds later Rachael was kneeling before me and her mouth was on my cock her tongue expertly licking up the combination of Joanne and my juices. ‘Err… what about me?’ said Joanne who had raised herself onto her elbows. With a smile Rachael turned and happily buried her face between the other woman’s thighs and sucked and licked enough to generate another mini orgasm in Joanne.‘Where’s my bag … I need my phone to call the office and tell them I won’t be in today’ gasped Joanne as her orgasm susbsided. ‘You two weren’t going anywhere today were you?’‘Can I have some breakfast? I think I’m going to need it’ I asked.To be continued…

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