I was watching the late movie on the living room TV when lights flashed through the window indicating a car pulling into the driveway. The clock across the room showed about 12:30. “A bit early for Charlene to be home,” I thought. When the car door slammed, I glanced out the window to make sure that was her, and saw another car pull up by the curb. A nice-looking older woman, late 40s, got out. I went back to watching the show.

“Hi, hon. This is Trish,” Charlene said as they came in. I greeted them, got a quick kiss from Charlene, and looked Trish over. A little heavy, but not fat, nice tits and a sweet cameltoe in her tight jeans. Yeah, I could do her. “Make yourself at home, Trish,” Charlene said as she headed for the kitchen and asked, “Want a beer?”

“That would be great,” Trish answered as she sat on the couch next to me. I was in the middle, so she had no choice but to be a bit close.

“Me, too,” I hollered to Charlene.

“She says you know how to make a woman happy,” Trish said with a sly smile. She giggled at my WTF expression. “I have no use for bullshit games. We’re here to enjoy you if you’d like to have us both.” Oh, fuck, yes, I would.

Charlene walked in with three long necks. “Nothing like cutting to the chase,” she said, smiling and sat down on the other side of me.

“Y’all going to make a sandwich out of me?” I asked with a fake plaintive and frightened tone.

Trish laughed and said, “Nothing like a sandwich with some good meat in the middle.” Damn, I was liking her more and more. I took a long swig of beer as she squeezed my thigh. My dick stirred in my pants. When I looked over at her she was gazing at me through hooded eyes as her tongue circled the mouth of her bottle. My dick stirred more.

Looking over at Charlene I saw she had the end of her beer bottle in her mouth. Oh, fuck, yeah. “You ladies seem to be needing something to do with your mouths other than drinking beer. I’d be happy to oblige in any way I can.”

Trish giggled again and Charlene said, “Fuck the beers. I need some dick and pussy. Let’s get this going.” With that she stood up and headed to the bedroom, waving us to follow. When Trish and I got there, Charlene had her blouse and bra off already. My T-shirt had just cleared my head when arms came around me and I felt Trish’s bare boobs pressed against my back. Her hands went to work unfastening my jeans. Once the zipper was down, she slid around to my front, dropped to her knees, and gently lifted my underwear over my now stiff cock. Her eyes were locked on it as she pushed my pants down around my ankles and I stepped out of them.

Charlene was fully naked, pinching her nipples as she watched. “Suck him, Trish,” she said. Trish giggled as she grasped my shaft and slid her tongue over the glans. Circling the head with her lips she slowly slid her mouth down the shaft, working the underneath with her tongue. I felt the head reach the back of her throat. She paused for a moment, then pushed down the final inch, or so, until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair. After a few moments, she slid her mouth back up my shaft with noticeable suction until just the head was left in. Her tongue swirled around the glans a bit, and she repeated the process.

I looked at Charlene and said, “She’s an amazing cocksucker.” Charlene smiled as she slid a finger into her slit, stroking her clit while standing there watching us. She walked over to stand close, placed her free hand on Trish’s head, and held the finger that had been in her slit to my face. It glistened with her juice. I placed my mouth around it and sucked like Trish was sucking me. Damn, my wife had a delicious pussy, but then, all pussy is delicious. “You are yummy, but I want to taste Trish,” I said.