Chapter 3

“How am I supposed to pay attention to Joan and Janet with you wearing such a sexy-looking dress?” Dan asked as Leslie approached him. She wore a very low-cut, short-hemmed, wrap-around dress with green and teal leaves on a white background.

“Did you know this is the first time that Kevin has agreed to me going out to get fucked, and he’s not with me?” She said this, placing her arms around his shoulders.

“Too bad I have to share me with two others.”

“What I love about my dress is that it’s so sexy. You can adjust the opening to show as much of my tits as you like and the split hem to reveal as much leg as you want.”

Dan widened the opening, almost revealing her nipples. “Several have asked me if I’ve had a boob job because they’re a little bigger than expected for my body size.”

Leslie slipped his hand inside the opening to caress her right tit. “I can attest that your tits feel very natural to me.” She slid his hand between the vertical hems of her dress. “No panties and no hair, my kind of woman.”

“Let’s go, Dad; I’m yours until we return. Calling you Dan sounds better.”

Dan escorted Leslie through the front door, past the counter, and towards the elevator. He enjoyed the side profile of her breasts, with a slight jiggle to her steps, as did several other men. In the elevator, she was kissing him on the short ride to their floor.

Dan opened the door and ushered her inside. “I’ll hurry and change. Lisa said for me to take a Viagra to stay hard for fucking Janet and Joan,” he said, washing the blue pill down.

“What’s your rush? I wanted us to leave early so we’d have time to fuck.”

Dan turned around in time to see Leslie’s dress fall to the floor. “You may have two other women to please, but I want your first, good load of cum.”

She went to him, taking his pants and dropping them. “Do you think of Lisa as your wife?”

“Yes, most times I do.” Knowing he does so all the time at home.

“Then, while my husband is fucking your wife, you will be fucking his wife.”

Leslie breathed heavily through her nose as she pressed her tits to his bare chest and kissed him. His hands roamed up and down her back, to each breast, then down between her legs. She broke their kiss, going to her knees and devouring his cock.

“You’re a good cock sucker,” he complimented of the short time it took to get him hard. “Who needs Viagra with a talented mouth like yours?”

“Twice a year, I get to suck off and fuck all the cock I want. Tonight is a bonus for me, and I’m not going to waste a drop of cum.” She stood, jumping into his arms, his hands becoming her seat for her light ninety-five pounds. She squealed as he placed her on the bed, taking him between her legs. “Fuck me, Dan! Make my cunt stink for those two men to smell, and hopefully, fuck!”

She rushed, stuffing his hard cock into her hungry pussy, a hand to his ass prompting him to start.

“As the saying goes, never rush an artist,” he said. Dan cupped her face in his hand, giving her passionate, gentle kisses. His lips pursed and stretched each nipple. Leslie is so petite, he could easily count every rib as he kissed his way to her hips. She wanted his face between her legs, and he resisted her hand motion.

He kissed all around her bald mound and only relented when she pressed his face to her slit. “Eat me, Dan, eat my fucking cunt!” She then laughed lightly. “First time I had to beg a man to eat my pussy.”