The Anniversary Gift

Chapter 1

Bridget Moore was very concerned about her upcoming anniversary.  It was an important one, their fifth, and Bridget had no idea what to get Bill.  She had invited her best friend Jill Harris to lunch to ask for her help.

“I can’t believe you two will be married five years!” Jill exclaimed.  “Have you picked out a present yet?”

 “No.” replied Bridget.  “I thought you could help me out. I want it to be special, but I haven’t been able to come up with anything.”

“Well,” said Jill, "You’re always telling me that your sex life is fabulous, but you’re worried it will get into a rut. Why not go to a nudist camp for the weekend or make love in the woods?  Do something a little daring or kinky for the occasion."

 Bridget was quiet for a moment.  “Lately, Bill has been asking me wear skirts or dresses without any panties,” confided Bridget.   “He says it turns him on to think that strange men might see my pussy.  I’ve been thinking about it, but I’m scared.  I’ve never done anything like that.”
 
“All these years and I never knew that the horny bastard was a voyeur,” chuckled Jill.  "That's exactly the kind of thing I was talking about. A little daring never hurt anyone."

"That's a little too much daring.  I'd be no better than those Hollywood sluts with their pussies all over the Internet.  I think that's disgusting."

"You're nothing like them.  They go out like that on purpose to attract attention.  They want their pussies on the Internet so that they get the buzz.  Why do you think they keep them shaved?   You can't see anything if the hair is in the way."

"Still, I don't think I can let the world see my naked crotch."

"The world is not going to see your naked crotch!  You would be showing your self only to people you wanted to.  Plus, you'd be doing it to arouse your husband.  It would create a special bond between the two of you.  Personally, I'd do it if my husband wanted me to.  As a matter of fact, if I had a husband I'd bring up the idea.  It makes me hot now just thinking about doing it.

"You really think it's ok?"
"It's better than ok, it's awesome!"  Jill thought for a moment. "I have an idea.  I just finished filming my documentary on women photographers and I have plenty of free time. What if we could find a way for you to ease into the world of exhibitionism?”

“And how would we do that?” Bridget asked quizzically.

“I could take photos of you exposing yourself.  We could take the pictures in your house, or the back yard. Even better!  I’ll take a video of you doing it and if you're comfortable, we can plan a trip to the Mall.  You can give the video to Bill as his anniversary present.  Then you two can watch it and fuck each other’s brains out." 

“I don't know.  That's a little much for me."

"I know you. You're aggressive and creative at work and take chances when you know you're right.  This is just another example of being aggressive and taking a couple of chances.  Plus, I'll be with you the whole time."

"I don’t know. You don’t think it’s too sleazy?”

“No. It will be fine.”

“Ok, I'll do it.  When can we start?"
    
“How about next Tuesday?” Jill replied.
 
“I’ll take a vacation day," said Bridget.  “Come over around 8:00 AM.  We’ll pick out my clothes and plan the day."
  
Bridget glanced at her watch. "I have to go.  I have a meeting at 2:00."

With that the girls stood up.  Jill leaned across the table and kissed Bridget on the lips. "You're going to look so hot, I can't wait," Jill whispered.

As Jill watched Bridget's ass wiggle away in her tight jeans, she realized that her heart was beating faster than normal and there was dampness between her legs.

Chapter 2

When Jill rang the doorbell on Tuesday she was already worked up.  Ever since that kiss at lunch last week she couldn't stop thinking about Bridget.  She had made love to women a couple of times, but they had been more accidental incidents than planned encounters.  This past week Jill had fantasized about what it would be like to put her face between Bridget's thighs and lick her pussy until she came.  As she waited for Bridget to answer Jill hoped that she would be able to control herself.  Bridget opened the door wearing only sheer white baby doll pajamas.  The sight of her dark nipples through the material made Jill's pussy start to leak.  Bridget gave Jill a quick kiss as she pulled her in the house.

"I can't wait to get started!" blurted Bridget.  "I've been thinking about what you said last week and I'm ready to try it."

"I knew you would," confessed Jill.  "I came up with some ideas to make this video hot."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Since Bill is a voyeur, I thought that we would start with a Peeping Tom scene.  You open your bedroom window a couple of inches and I'll go outside and start shooting you masturbating on your bed.  After a couple of minutes I'll come inside and we'll finish the scene."
Bridget paused.  "You'll see me playing with myself."  The words came out in a soft, husky voice.
  
Jill stepped closer to Bridget.  She put her hand on Bridget's shoulder and slowly caressed her arm.  "It's ok with me if it's ok with you." she replied softly.  Jill put her arms around Bridget's waist and pulled her close.  Jill could feel Bridget's erect nipples through the flimsy nightgown.  Jill slowly placed her lips on Bridget's.  As the kiss became more passionate Jill held her tighter and slipped her tongue into Bridget's mouth.  Soon they were grinding their pussies against one another.  "It's ok with me." sighed Bridget as she broke the embrace.  "Go outside and set up."
 
"Shit!" thought Jill as she went around to the back of the house. "I'm never going to make it through the day."

* * * *

By the time Jill had her camera mounted on the tripod, the window had been opened and Bridget was in bed.  The covers were up to her knees and Bridget had her back to the window.  As Jill focused the camera she let out a gasp.  The panties were stretched tight across Bridget’s ass and the material so sheer she could see the bottom of Bridget's pussy. Next a finger came into view sliding between Bridget’s thighs, following the cleft of her pussy and ass.  Without thinking, Jill's hand started to rub her own pussy through her jeans.  She caught herself, stopped, and then started the camera.

After a few seconds, Bridget turned onto her back.  She stretched slowly, and then pushed the covers completely away.   Her hands found her 36 C Breasts and gently massaged them through her top.  As a small sigh escaped her lips she moved her hands to her stomach. She caressed herself and then brought her hands back to her tits, this time underneath her nightwear.  Her hips started to move and small whimpers escaped between her lips.  Jill could see Bridget's fingers stretch the thin material as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
  
"I'm coming inside," Jill said hurriedly through the window.  She gathered her equipment and ran into the house as fast as possible.
 
Bridget didn't stop when she heard Jill setting up in the bedroom.  As a matter of fact, it only got her more excited. "God this feels good," Bridget thought to herself.  She sat up and removed her top.  She looked right at the camera as she cupped each breast.  She ran her thumbs over the bursting nipples.  They were protruding at least half an inch.  Her dark brown areoles were swollen as well.  She grabbed each nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pulled.  An electric current went right to her pussy.  She closed her eyes and put her head back as her moans grew.

Bridget let go of her nipples and leaned back on her pillow.  She put her hands back on her tits, but after a few squeezes she slid them over her smooth stomach to the top of her panties.  She extended the middle finger of her left hand and gently moved it between her pussy lips.  Even though her panties were on the feeling was incredible.  Her juices were flowing and her clit was getting bigger.  She was rubbing harder now.  Bridget could feel the heat building up in her cunt.  The crotch of her panties was soaked all the way down to her asshole.  Quickly Bridget raised her hips and whisked off the panties.  She pulled her knees up and put her feet flat on the bed.  She dropped her knees to each side and thrust her finger back between her legs.  She never heard Jill's sharp intake of breath as Jill and the camera focused on Bridget's silky smooth shaved pussy.  

Jill now had her own hand under her t-shirt and bra. She pulled on her nipple until she winced in pain.  She was getting hot as she zoomed in on Bridget stroking her bald cunt.  The engorged clit was clearly visible as she rubbed it and then circled it with her finger.  

Bridget was in no hurry to come.  She took turns rubbing her clit, sliding her fingers between her pussy lips, and fingering herself. All she could think of was how good it felt.  Over the next ten minutes her moans got louder and her hips moved faster.  As she fantasized that it was Bill's prick inside her instead of her fingers she heard “Harder! Harder!” and “Don’t stop!”  escape from her lips. Now she was close.  The sheet between her legs was soaked with her juices.  Her moans changed to rhythmic grunts as she steadily fucked herself with her fingers.  Jill was breathless as she watched Bridget suddenly pull her knees all the way to her chest, exposing her gorgeous ass and puckered rosebud.  Bridget’s right hand went around her ass and began gently teasing her asshole.  She rubbed her finger from the bottom of her asshole into the bottom of her pussy.  Back and forth her finger went until she couldn’t stand any more pleasure.

All of a sudden Bridget flipped over on to all fours.  Her ass and pussy were facing the camera.  Jill zoomed in as close as possible.  Bridget’s left hand was fucking her pussy while her right hand still stroked her asshole.  She was rocking back and forth faster and faster as her thrusts increased.  When she put a finger in her ass her orgasm began. 

“Ahhhhhhh!” It seemed to Jill that Bridget screamed for at least a minute.  She kept moaning as her fingers kept fucking.  Finally she began to slow down, the sounds subsiding as she removed her fingers from her pleasure centers.  Bridget was drenched in sweat as her breathing slowly returned to normal and she covered herself with the sheet.

Jill didn’t know what to do.  She had never seen anything so erotic in her life.  She knew if she touched her pussy now she would come instantly. “Not yet,” she thought.  She just stood there and looked through the camera lens as Bridget lay on her bed, exhausted.  All she could think about was how she wanted to replace Bridget’s fingers with her tongue. 

"Wow!" Jill said to Bridget as she got up to take a shower.  "That was incredible!  You really turned me on."

"I did? I really got into it and I forgot that you were there."

Jill looked at Bridget and saw that she was blushing. "What's next?" Bridget asked. 
   
"Take your shower and I'll shoot you in the bathroom."

Bridget left the shower door open and her image was reflected in the mirror over the sink.  Jill had a voyeur’s eye view.  Bridget took her time lathering her body.  First her breasts got a thorough cleaning, then her stomach and thighs.  When she washed her pussy she lingered longer than normal, spreading her lips for the camera, showing the world how clean they were.  She saved her ass for last.  With a washcloth in one hand, she spread her cheeks with the other.  Lovingly, she washed her anus with the cloth, and then a soapy finger made its way inside.  Back and forth it went making sure that her anal opening was as clean and fresh as the rest of her.  

While Bridget was getting dressed Jill took more footage.  There were scenes of Bridget standing naked, her large tits with their hard nipples pointing upwards; Bridget sitting on the bed, putting on her stockings and garter belt without any panties; a close-up of Bridget from behind, bending at the waist with her feet slightly parted, her adorable rosebud perched above her glistening pussy.  The filming continued until Bridget was finished dressing.  Her completed outfit consisted of a white crepe blouse with a big floppy bow at the neck, a black pleated skirt five inches above her knee, nude stockings, a black garter belt, four inch heels and a green and black plaid jacket.  The green in the jacket accented her green eyes.  With her shoulder length auburn hair and alabaster skin with its pale freckles, Bridget was stunning.  The only thing missing was her underwear.

They decided that they would go to the mall and then lunch.  They would just play it by ear and see what happened. As Jill reached for the front door, Bridget put a hand on her arm.

“I was a little nervous about masturbating in front of you.  Then after I started and saw how you looked at me, it made me hotter.”

Before Jill could respond, Bridget was out the door walking to her car. Jill’s mind and heart were racing.  “Later, definitely later,” she said softly.

* * * *

 Bridget drove so that Jill could film.  Bridget raised her skirt so that the tops of her stockings were visible.  At one red light she spread her legs, raised her skirt to her waist and wantonly stroked her pussy. She finished by putting the finger in her mouth. This went on all the way to the mall.

Jill got out of the car first and came around to the driver’s side.  Bridget opened the door, and put her left leg on the ground while keeping her right leg inside.  Her perfect cunt with its protruding inner lips was completely exposed.  She held that pose while Jill zoomed in.  The close-up made Jill want to eat her right there in the parking lot.

Chapter 3

As they walked in the mall they discussed how Jill would film Bridget without drawing too much attention.  “If anyone asks I’ll say that I’m making a movie for a graduate school class,” Jill decided out loud.  “I’ll stay as far away from you as I can.” 

The girls casually walked through the mall and in and out of various shops looking for the right male salesman.  From the entranceway of Carlisle Furniture they noticed a salesman inside wearing a shirt and tie.   Balding, a small potbelly and an order pad in his right hand made him the perfect target for a little exposure.  The store was crammed full of furniture.  The living room ensembles were on the right as they entered with bedroom sets behind them.  On the left were dining rooms, the breakfronts blocking their vision of what lurked behind them.   Bridget and Jill went separate ways upon entering.  Bridget drifted towards the salesman whose nametag screamed,”Hi! I'm Bob!"  

"May I help you, young lady?" 

As soon as Bridget turned to face Bob she noticed that he was staring at her tits.  "I'm looking for a chair for my den."

"We have a nice selection of casual furniture.  Follow me please."

Bridget followed Bob to the back left corner of the store.  When they got there Bob turned around, thrust out his hand and said, "I'm Bob Smithy."

"Hi Bob," cooed Bridget, "I'm Br - Bernice."

She shook his clammy palm.  His eyes were back on her tits.  She straightened up and arched her back giving him a better look.  Bridget pulled her jacket open as she put her hands on her hips and surveyed the cheap inventory.  When she did that her nipples became visible through her blouse.  She could feel them stiffen as the material brushed across them.  When she glanced at Bob he was in a trance.  He obviously hadn't seen anyone like her in a long time.  

Softly she touched his arm. "Can I try one out?" she murmured.  

'Su-sure." he stammered.  He backed away as Bridget sat down in a chair.  She wiggled her ass a few times when she was seated. 

"This is so comfortable."  She pulled up her skirt a little.  Bob's gaze dropped to her legs.  Bridget crossed her legs in an exaggerated manner, lifting her left leg much higher than necessary.  She saw Bob's eyes bulge as he caught a fleeting glimpse of her thigh above the stocking top.  She turned a little sideways and her her skirt rode up a little more.  Bob looked uncomfortable as he straightened his tie.  

"That chair’s nice and firm," he managed to squeak.

Bridget stared at the growing tent in Bob's pants. 

"I can tell," she said as she slowly licked her lips.   She re-crossed her legs, this time more slowly than before.  Bob issued a small groan.  His dick was now at attention.  Bridget stood up slowly and walked over to Bob.  She put her arm through his and pressed her tits against him.

“Do you have any recliners?”

Bob was speechless as he walked her over to the next aisle.  Bridget stood next to the first chair they came to.  She glanced around and caught sight of Jill and her camera peeking around a breakfront two rows over.  There were no other employees or customers in sight.  Bridget removed her jacket and placed it on a sofa next to the recliner.  She sat down with her legs together as she looked for the reclining lever.  She found it and slowly went back half way.

“Oh, this is very nice,” she said to Bob, “but I can’t seem to go any farther back.  Bob came a few steps closer to take a look. 

He barely got out, “Just pull it back some more and lean.”

Bridget did as she was told and recliner went down all the way.  She put her hands behind her head and the blouse tightened across her tits.  Her swollen breasts were so big that the material parted between the buttons, giving Bob a clear view of naked flesh.  Her swollen nipples were so clearly visible she might as well have been topless.  She parted her knees just enough to give Bob an unobstructed view of her pussy.  Bridget could feel her damp lips open as she relaxed in the chair. 
 
For the next 15 seconds no one said anything.  Bob just stared at the jewel in front of him.  She could see Bob’s dick actually throbbing in his pants.  Suddenly Bob screamed, “Oh God!” and grabbed his cock.  He held it tightly and Bridget saw the wetness seeping through his pants.  He looked down, turned bright red and mumbled, “Excuse me!” and ran towards the other end of the store.

Bridget got up from the chair, grabbed her jacket and walked toward the store entrance.  When she met up with Jill in the main aisle she asked, “How much did you get?”  

“I’ve got a lot more than I hoped for.”

* * * *

They strolled through the mall commenting on the potential opportunities.  They ruled out the department stores.  There were just too many people.  Retirees and women with baby strollers populated the gift shops.  They were looking for some place quiet when Bridget walked up to a shoe store and spied her next “victim.”

“Let’s go in, it's empty,” Bridget remarked as she grabbed Jill’s hand.  Bridget wandered over by the salesman to get a better look at him.  A closer inspection revealed that he was more of a “sales boy” than a salesman.  With those pimples he looked around 18 or 19.  He took one look at Bridget and gulped.

“Can I help you?”

Bridget gave him her sweetest smile and responded, “Not right now.”

Bridget walked around the store looking at shoes and chatting with Jill. Every time she stole a glance at the boy she caught him staring.  She had her back to him but she could feel his gaze.  She saw some shoes that she liked on a bottom shelf, so she bent at the waist, her skirt rising all the way to the bottom of her ass cheeks.  It took Bridget a while to decide, and then she picked out two shoes and walked over to the salesman. 

“I’d like to try these on, but I don’t know what size I need, Rick.”

Rick came out of his trance when she said his name.  He didn’t know how she knew his name, forgetting that he had on a nametag.

“Oh, wait right here and I’ll measure.” 

Bridget stood demurely while Rick measured her feet.  

“You’re a 7½ narrow!” he announced proudly.  “I’ll be right back!” Rick scrambled to his feet and raced into the stock room the second Bridget said yes.  After a few minutes he came out with four boxes.  

“We didn’t have the brown ones in your size, so I brought out a 7 regular, plus a similar style in a 7½ narrow,” he beamed.  He brought over the footrest, sat down on the end and took out the first pair.  

Bridget raised her right foot and put it on the footrest.  Rick gently grabbed her ankle and slipped off her shoe.  He reached to his left to get one of the new shoes.  When he turned back to put the shoe on Bridget's foot Bridget’s foot Rick got the biggest surprise of his young life.  Bridget had her right foot at the top of the footrest only inches from his crotch.  Her knees were parted and there, not three feet away was the first pussy Rick had ever seen.  It was shaved, with the inner lips protruding and a large clit.  He was staring when Bridget said, “Aren’t you going to put the shoe on my foot?” 

Silently, with his eyes still glued to her pussy he reached down, took hold of Bridget's ankle again and slipped on the shoe.

"That seems to fit well," Bridget said quietly.  After another ten seconds she spoke up. 

"The other shoe, Rick."

Still staring at her moist slit Rick leaned over to get the other shoe.  Bridget put her right foot on the floor and lifted her left foot up.  At the same time she spread her legs wider.  Her skirt was now almost up to her hips.  She thrust her hips forward and her pussy tilted upward, her clit completely out from under its hood.  Rick finally took hold of her left foot and put on the shoe.

Bridget lowered her leg and stood up.  She walked around in the four-inch heels.  She pulled her skirt up so that her ass showed and looked over her shoulder.

"My legs don't look too fat, do they Rick?  

"No mam, they don't."

"Great!  I'll take them."

As Bridget sat down in her chair she noticed a huge bulge in the youth's pants.  She lifted her left foot so Rick could remove the shoe.  As soon as it was off she placed her stocking clad foot on his hard dick.  He audibly groaned as she massaged it through his pants.  

"You're awfully big for such a young man.  I bet your girlfriend just loves to rub this monster."

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"You don't, that's terrible!  Let me be your girlfriend this afternoon."

With that, Bridget started to rub harder and faster.  Rick closed his eyes and made tiny noises.   All of a sudden his eyes flew open.
"Oh! Oh!" he screamed.

Bridget stopped her massage when she felt the dampness seep through her stockings.  Rick gave her a confused stare for a few seconds before he got up and ran into the back.  

Bridget heard Jill laugh as she got up from the chair.  “You’re two for two!”

"You know, I'm going to have to come back here.  I really like these shoes!”
* * * *

The girls were still laughing about Bridget's damp foot when Jill spied Boutique Parisienne.

"I buy a lot of my clothes here, especially underwear," Jill volunteered.  "Let's see if anything's on sale. You might even find something special for your anniversary."

Bridget was immediately impressed when they went inside.  The interior was upscale and warm, while the clothes were divine.  

"Why didn't you bring me here before?" Bridget whispered.  I could buy everything!"

While Jill and Bridget were looking at skirts and blouses Bridget noticed a saleswoman approaching them with a big smile.  When she reached them Jill gave her a hug and a friendly kiss.

"Ariel, how are you? I'd like you to meet my best friend, Bridget."

Bridget was taken by the beauty of the woman.  She was 5'3", and looked around forty years old.  She was wearing a man-tailored sky blue blouse with crème colored slacks that hugged her ass.  Her skin had an early season tan over a flawless olive complexion. Her breasts were on the small side, matching perfectly with her slim hips. But her most striking feature was her piercing blue eyes.  Her lustrous black hair was cut just above her shoulders and impeccably styled.  She carried herself with an air of understated sensuality and grace.

Ariel reached and took one of Bridget's hands in both of hers. "I'm so happy to meet you, Bridget," she said warmly.

"I'm pleased to meet you too, Ariel," Bridget managed to get out.   

"We have a lot of things on sale, especially intimate apparel.  If I can be any help, just let me know."   Ariel left them with a smile and a view of her tight ass.

A few minutes later Bridget looked around for Ariel and caught her eye.  She needed help with sizes, as there were European labels on the clothes.  Ariel explained the sizes and helped her to make some selections of teddies.  

“Take these to the changing room and I'll wait outside.  If they don't fit properly I'll get you a different size."

"Thank you very much.  I'm going to look around a little more.  I'll let you know when I'm ready to try these on."

While Bridget was browsing at other items she noticed that Ariel kept looking at her.  Whenever their eyes met Ariel gave her a seductive smile. When she crossed paths with Jill she whispered, “I think that Ariel is coming on to me.”  Jill glanced over and confirmed Bridget’s suspicion.

“This could be interesting,” Jill whispered back.  “Wait here while I check out the changing rooms.”

“There are three rooms,” Jill said when she came back.  “Go into the one in the middle.  I’m going back there now so wait about two minutes.”

Ariel intercepted Bridget on her way to the changing area.

“I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Bridget went into the middle room and locked the door.   She could hear Jill making noises next to her.  She took off her jacket and blouse and hung them on the back of the door.  She admired her figure in the full-length mirror.  It was still perfect even though she had crossed to the bad side of thirty.  She picked up a sexy lace bra and tried it on.  The cups fit but it was too tight to snap.  She unlocked the door and leaned her head into the hall.  There was Ariel giving her that smile again. 
 
“This was a size too small,” she said as she handed Ariel the bra.

“No problem, I’ll be right back.”

Before Bridget could try on the next bra on there was a knock at the door.  She turned the lock and Ariel gave a gentle push and slipped into the room.  Bridget reacted by covering her breasts.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I help women like this all the time.”

For some reason Ariel’s smooth sexy voice had a calming effect on Bridget and she dropped her arms. Ariel held out the new bra so Bridget could slip her arms through the straps.  Then Ariel moved behind her and hooked the clasp.  As she came back around to the front she asked, “How does that feel?”

“The cups don’t feel right,” Bridget replied.

“Bend forward towards me.”

As Bridget bent forward, Ariel pulled the cup away from her left breast.  She slid her hand under the breast while rubbing the nipple with her thumb.  The nipple responded immediately and Bridget felt a familiar tingle between her legs.  Ariel then placed the breast back into the cup.  She repeated same procedure with the right one. 

“Now how does it feel?” Ariel inquired.

“Much better,” said Bridget quietly.  She looked at Ariel and saw her lips slightly parted and moist…kissable.

Ariel silently unhooked the bra.  As the straps slid off Bridget’s shoulders, Ariel reached around from behind and cupped her breasts.  Bridget let out a soft sigh as Ariel’s fingers gently pinched and pulled the nipples.  After a few seconds Ariel stopped and reached for the second bra.  The fitting procedure was repeated in silence.  Ariel finally spoke.

“Now let’s try on a teddy.”

She watched Bridget unzip and step out of her skirt.  Her eyes widened as she examined Bridget’s stunning hairless body.

“God, you’re beautiful,” she murmured while leaning in for a kiss.  Her fingers found Bridget’s pussy and slipped between the lips. Bridget was wet after only a few strokes.  Ariel continued the tease by backing away.  She handed her the teddy.

It took Bridget a few seconds to clear her head.  “What’s this woman doing to me?” she thought.  She took the teddy and put it over her head.  Ariel grabbed the bottom and pulled it down.  It was forest green and fit Bridget perfectly.  When Bridget went to snap the crotch Ariel playfully slapped her hand away.  

“I’ll get that.”

Ariel got on her knees in front of Bridget. After all the snaps were done she spun Bridget around to face the mirror. 

“I’ve never seen anyone look this hot.”

Ariel ran her hands slowly over Bridget’s ass and up her back. Then she slid a hand between Bridget legs and cupped her mound.  She slowly caressed up to her stomach and back down over her pussy.  It was exquisite torture.  Ariel undid the snaps.  She lifted the bottom of the teddy over Bridget’s ass, lowered her head and licked between the cheeks.  Bridget bent forward and spread her feet to give Ariel easier access to her pussy.  She wasn’t disappointed.  Ariel’s tongue snaked from the bottom of the moist slit up over her asshole to the top of her crack.  On the way back down she lingered at the puckered opening, licking and probing.  Bridget began to moan softly.  No one had ever licked her asshole before and the feeling was electric.  She grabbed her own ass cheeks and spread them.  Her hips started to rock as Ariel tongue fucked her backdoor.

“Stand up and lean against the wall.” ordered Ariel.

Bridget obeyed. 

“Spread your legs… wider.”

Again Bridget did as she was told.

Ariel’s tongue began to assault the inflamed clitoris directly in front of her.  She nibbled and sucked, giving her undivided attention to the swollen organ.   Bridget's pussy was on fire! She loved to be eaten, but it had never been like this.  The sensations caused by Ariel’s tongue quickly brought her to the edge of orgasm.  Bridget put her hand on the back of Ariel’s head and pulled her closer.

“Please, please!” she moaned.  "I need to come!"

Ariel flattened her tongue and rubbed the swollen bud until Bridget came on her face. She licked the juices running down Bridget's thighs and continued her tongue work until the pussy was clean.

Bridget was so out of breath that all she could get out was a huffy "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure," responded Ariel.

"What about you?" inquired Bridget?

"Don't worry about me.  It's my job to keep our customers satisfied." Ariel leaned forward and softly planted a kiss on Bridget's lips.  "See you at the register." 

* * * *

 You set me up!" said Bridget on the way to the car. Jill just laughed.  

"I wasn't sure if anything was going to happen. I shopped there four or five times before Ariel approached me.  I had no idea that she would go after you right away.”

"You had the same treatment?"

"Twice.  The first time I was in shock, like you.  The second time I went there on purpose.  I was really horny and masturbating wasn't doing the trick.  Do you believe her tongue!  I've never found anyone else, man or woman who could give me that kind of a licking.  I've got to keep myself under control.  I can't keep coming back and spending that much on clothes!"

"Too bad you didn't get any pictures." Bridget's voice had a hint of disappointment.

"Oh, but I did.  That's why I told you to go in the middle room.  The wall between the rooms has a gap about three feet from the floor.  The space is just wide enough to get a good shot. As a matter of fact you can see the sides of the opening in the film.  You can tell that someone was spying on you two.  It makes it seem so dirty."

* * * *                                     

The girls took a break and went to their favorite outdoor café for lunch.  They chatted away over salads and a glass of wine.  Their waiter was cute so Bridget undid the bow and two buttons on her blouse.  She leaned over whenever he came by to give him a peek at her luscious tits.  Other than that she was a very good girl.

Jill glanced at her watch.  "We still have some time left if you're up for it."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I thought that an outdoor scene would be great.  You have time to go back to your house and change.  That outfit is a little too dressy for the park.  You've got some beautiful sundresses that will be perfect."

* * * *

When they got to Bridget's they only took a few minutes.  Bridget changed into a pale yellow sundress with tiny blue and green flowers, sans underwear.  The dress buttoned up the front and had a very low scoop neckline.  Half of her boobs were exposed just standing up.  The hemline was about six inches above her knee.  She undid the top and bottom two buttons.  When she walked you could see most of her breasts and thighs.  Of course Jill videotaped her getting undressed and dressed.  Jill had to use all her will power not the throw Bridget on the bed and bury her face between those creamy thighs.  

Chapter 4

It was a short ride to the county park.  The park was large with jogging paths, gazebos and a lake.  They found a bench on one of the more secluded sections of a path.  Bridget sat with a book while Jill moved forty feet away on the grass.  Jill had a blanket and a little basket.  She brought water and snacks and to any passersby it looked as if she was having a private picnic.  

Bridget sat in different positions giving Jill different views of her tits and pussy.  Jill gazed through her telephoto lens and gave Bridget thumbs up or down based on the exposure.  The first visitors were two middle-aged women on their afternoon power walk.  Bridget glanced up when she first heard their voices.  Even though she sat demurely as they went by, they still gave her a disapproving stare.  No matter what position she was in her tits were completely visible.  After fifteen minutes Bridget was about to give up and go home when in the distance she saw a male jogger coming in her direction.  She shifted her position towards him and lifted a leg up onto the bench.  The bottom of the dress fell on either side of her legs giving her pussy maximum exposure.

James Hudson was nearing the end of a five-mile run.  Now that he was retired he had the luxury of doing this four times a week.  Though in his late 50's Jim was in outstanding shape.  The days he didn't run he was in the gym lifting weights.  He felt 35 and had the sex drive of a 20 year old.  Although his sex drive was  greater than his wife's, he would never cheat.  His wife understood that he loved the Internet and that he was a voyeur.  He couldn't get enough of looking at that young stuff, especially when it was shaved clean. One of these days he was going to have to convince his wife to shave her pussy.  In the distance he saw a woman on a bench lift her leg onto the seat.  He was a little far away, but she looked fairly young.  Man, she was showing a lot of leg!

As he got closer he couldn't believe his eyes.  Not only was she young and gorgeous, but also the bottom of her dress was wide open, and there before his hungry eyes was a bald pussy!  This was too good to be true.  He slowed down as he got closer.  She opened her legs wider at his approach.  Just before he reached her she put her foot back on the ground and bent over to fix her shoe.  He was directly in front of her as she exposed the most beautiful breasts he had ever seen. They were large with generous areolas, and her nipples were hard!  By the time he jogged past her his dick was on the rise.

"I've got to stop and go back," he thought.  "She knew what she was doing.  This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and I'm going to see some more."

Jim stopped about thirty yards passed the bench.  When he turned around she was sitting there reading.  He also noticed that there was another young woman on a blanket out on the grass.  He wondered if they were together.  The girl on the blanket wasn't paying any attention to him or the other woman.  "What the fuck!" he said to himself.  Slowly he walked toward the bench.

“Hi! May I sit?” 

Bridget raised her eyes nonchalantly. “Sure, go ahead” was her reply.

Jim sat and Bridget went back to her book. Her legs were crossed at the ankles and the top and bottom of her dress were folded closed.

After a few awkward moments Jim he blurted out, “When I jogged past you, you were exposing yourself.  I’ve never seen such a great body before.”

When Bridget put down her book Jim saw that she was blushing. 

"I assure you it was accidental.  It's very warm today and I was enjoying the breeze."

"If that's what you want me to believe, that's ok with me.  Accidental or not you're still the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen!  I'd really like to see those tits again."

Bridget hesitated, then reached into the top of her dress and pulled out her breasts.  Her hands cupped them and it looked to Jim as if she were offering them to him.

”You like these?” she queried.

“They’re spectacular!” came the response.

Bridget started lightly pinching her nipples.   Jim could feel his cock stiffening in his running shorts.  When she started pulling on them Jim couldn’t help himself.  He thrust his hand inside his shorts and started rubbing himself.  Now Bridget was alternately massaging her tits and pulling on her nipples.   Bridget was amazed at how hot she had become in so little time. After this morning’s activity she thought that she would be satisfied.  Instead, the sight of this white haired guy fondling himself was turning her on.  Bridget could see that her bench partner was getting worked up.

“Take out your cock,” she murmured, “I want to see it.”

Jim stood up, but just before he pulled down his shorts he looked over at Jill.  She was facing away from them working on her tan.  Jim pulled down his shorts, sat back down and continued to stroke his throbbing dick.

Bridget was impressed.  “That’s bigger than my husband’s.”

Jim was shocked. “Not only is she gorgeous and uninhibited, but she’s married!” Jim thought.  “What a lucky bastard he is!”
Bridget shifted her position so that she was facing Jim. The sight of his hand working on his dick was making her pussy wet.  She undid another button on the bottom of her skirt.  It was now open to just below her cunt.  She spread her knees about a foot to give a him peek.  His eyes were riveted on her pussy.  He gave a small grunt and his hand moved faster.

“Show me more,” he uttered.

Bridget picked up her left foot and put it up on the bench.  Her dress opened to her waist and her pussy was fully exposed.  Her pussy lips were pink and swollen from the morning’s workouts.  Her clit was shiny with lubrication and forced itself from underneath its hood. Jim was making grunting noises now and Bridget could tell that he was squeezing his dick tighter.  At the bottom of each stroke the swollen head looked as if it was too big for the shaft.  She wondered what it would feel like to have her lips around it.

“Touch yourself.”  It came out more as a plea from Jim than a request.

Bridget opened her legs as wide as they would go.  Her left hand started at her knee and caressed her thigh on its way up.  She let out a cry when she met her clit.  A few tender rubs and her juices started to leak onto the bench.   She moved her fingers down and stroked her pussy lips.  They were so wet that when two fingers accidentally slipped inside “Oh God!” came out of her mouth.

Jim’s cock was leaking copious amounts of precum.  He knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, not with this hot thing fingering herself like that.  When he felt like he was ready to burst Jim stood up and leaned towards Bridget.  With a mighty grunt a huge load of cum erupted from Jim’s dick.  Bridget could feel the hot sticky liquid land on her thigh.  A second, then a third stream landed on her hand as she furiously fingered herself.  She was about to come when behind her she heard, “Mommy! Mommy! This way!”

Bridget immediately removed her fingers from her steamy hole.  She was mere seconds from a mind-blowing orgasm.  Quickly she sat upright and covered her legs then started to button the top of her dress.  When she looked over Jim already had his cock back in his shorts, though a close inspection revealed a large wet spot.  They were both out of breath when a five-year-old boy ran past them.  A moment later his mother came by pushing another child in a stroller.  

When they were gone Jim said, “I don’t even know your name.”
“Bridget”

“I’m Jim.  I can’t thank you enough.”

Jim leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then walked away.
When he was out of sight Jill ran over to the bench.  Bridget’s face was still flushed from the near orgasm. 

“That was unbelievable!” Jill screamed.  “I got it all, including the two of you almost getting caught.  If that doesn’t turn Bill on nothing will.”

An exhausted Bridget nodded her head in agreement.

Chapter 5

On the way home in the car they were as giddy as two schoolgirls.  Bridget recounted the various facial expressions of her “conquests” and Jill told stories of how she had to keep running around to get the right shot while trying to look and act like a shopper.  While they told each other of their personal mini-adventures Jill noticed that Bridget kept her skirt pushed up and was caressing her thighs.  More than once Jill got a good look at her pussy. The labia were swollen while the inner lips and clit were protruding and slick with Bridget’s juices.  Jill even caught the musky scent of a pussy in heat. The next ten minutes in the car were torture for Jill.  Her cunt leaked and her nipples were hard.  Her puffy nipples had expanded on her 36C tits and it looked as if there was a cone at the tip of each one.

When they finally got in Bridget's house they flopped next to each other on the couch.   Jill closed her eyes and put her head back. 

“What a day!  This film is going to be much better than I imagined.  You were fabulous!”

"Thanks. I can’t believe you got everything. How about some Chardonnay?" Bridget inquired.

 “Sounds great!"

When Bridget returned to the living room she stood right in front of Jill, who still had her eyes closed.

"Here, this is for you."

Jill sat up and opened her eyes.  Not a foot in front of her was Bridget's wet and inviting pussy.  Jill smiled and looked up at Bridget.  She had taken off her sundress and was wearing only her high-heeled sandals.  Her smile was the most inviting thing that Jill had ever seen.  She leaned forward and cupped each of Bridget's ass cheeks.  She stuck out her tongue as she drew Bridget's pussy to her mouth.  Jill immediately began searching for her soon-to-be lover's clit.  When she found it, Bridget gasped and Jill went to work.  

Jill started licking from the bottom of Bridget's pussy up and around her clit and back down.  She loved the slightly salty taste and the musky odor of her juices.  Bridget was gasping for breath as the licking continued.  Jill slid two fingers between Bridget's sticky thighs and pushed them hard into her pussy.  Bridget jumped when Jill's fingers hit home.  As Jill's fingers worked faster, Bridget began to squat to meet each thrust.  Bridget pulled Jill's head tighter into her cunt.  The rhythm of her breathing matched the strokes of Jill's fingers.  Bridget started to pull on her left nipple and her pussy started to ripple with the beginning of her orgasm.  As her orgasm was building the only sounds that could be heard were the squishing sound made by Jill's fingers and the rhythmic "Oh! Oh! Oh!" escaping from Bridget. When Bridget finally exploded she pushed her hips forward so hard that she knocked Jill back onto the couch.  Jill never let go of Bridget's ass and pulled her on top of her as she continued to lick the super-sensitive nub until Bridget begged Jill to stop.

Jill let Bridget go and they both collapsed on the couch.  “I’ve wanted to eat you all day,” purred Jill as she caressed Bridget’s thigh. 

 “I wanted you to eat me,” replied Bridget.  

Jill stood up. “Let's get in bed.  I’ll get my camera and we’ll give Bill the show of a lifetime.”

 When Jill was finished setting up she took off her t-shirt and bra.  It felt good to finally have her tits free.  She took off her jeans, but she had gotten wet so many times today that some of her pussy juice had dried and her panties stuck to her cunt and cunt hairs.  She stood at the end of the bed and stared at Bridget on the bed with her legs spread. 

Jill laid down and they began to kiss slowly, tenderly.  Their legs were entwined and Jill’s pussy began to hump Bridget’s thigh.  Their passions rose as they fondled each other's tits.  Bridget pushed Jill on her back and put one of Jill’s nipples in her mouth.  Jill sighed as Bridget alternated licking and sucking.  At the same time her hand traced the curve of Jill’s hip and went across to her pussy.  Unlike Bridget, Jill had her bush neatly trimmed in a small triangle just above her vagina. Bridget stroked the hair and slipped her middle finger between the bare lips.  Jill moaned as the finger found her already swollen clit and gently massaged it.  Her hips moved faster and she spread her legs wider as one finger, then two found their way into her steaming pussy.  Bridget was startled by Jill's heat.  It was as if she was on fire.  Bridget was in no hurry as she steadily fucked her best friend and sucked on her tits. 

By the time Bridget worked in a third finger Jill was dancing on her hand.  Her legs were in constant movement, her thighs opening and closing as she grabbed the back of Bridget's head, pulling it tighter on her aching tits.  Bridget could feel her own cunt starting to ooze as she bit Jill's right tit.  Jill's moaning was almost a wail and her thrashing almost pushed Bridget off the bed. 

Suddenly Bridget sat up and pulled out her fingers.  Before Jill knew what was happening Bridget was between her legs.  Bridget grabbed Jill's ankles, pushed them up until Jill's thighs were against her own chest and then thrust her face into Jill's sopping cunt.  As soon as Bridget's tongue hit her clit Jill could feel her orgasm start.  Her vagina began to tingle and she could feel the sensation spreading throughout her body.  She felt as if an electric current of unbelievable pleasure was rippling through her. When Jill thought that it couldn't get any better, Bridget shoved a finger in her virgin asshole and all hell broke loose.  Her hips leaped off the bed as her orgasm exploded deep inside.  The waves of unbridled pleasure continued until Jill could no longer move.  Her breath came in gasps as Bridget continued to caress and kiss her, now with tenderness rather than passion.

When Jill got off the bed she was wobbly.  She managed to shut off the camera and make it back to the bed and fell into Bridget's waiting arms. 

"Thank you," purred Jill.

"Thank you!" replied Bridget.  "This anniversary present was your idea.  I can't wait to see Bill's cock get hard watching our video.  I'm going to make sure that this is an anniversary he'll never forget!"   

Chapter 6

On their anniversary Bridget made reservations for 7:00 PM at a local upscale bistro.  When Bill inquired why they were going so early, Bridget explained that his anniversary gift was in three parts.  She was giving him the first part before dinner, but the other parts came later, so she didn’t want to be home too late.  At 6:55 Bill was still waiting for Bridget to come down stairs.

“Bridge, we’re going to be late.  Just remember, this early dinner was your idea!”

“I’ll be right down!”

Bridget stood in front of the full-length mirror for one final review.  Her hair was just as she wanted it.  The cut of the blouse and skirt made her waist look 20 inches.  The shoes and short skirt made her look as if she was all legs.  She absentmindedly smoothed down the front of her skirt and said, "Here we go!"

Bill caught his breath was he watched Bridget descend the stairs.  The sandals had a four-inch heel. A white mini-skirt Bill had never seen before showed off her athletic tanned legs.  It was a good seven inches above the knee.  Her blouse was lime green, sleeveless and form fitting.  The top two buttons were undone and her ample cleavage was clearly visible.  Her auburn was long and very wavy.  It had a wild and wanton look to it.  She stopped four steps from the bottom, her waist even with Bill’s eyes.

“Well,” he said. “What are you waiting for?”

“I want to give you your first present.”  Bridget pulled her skirt up revealing her newly shaved pussy.  “Happy Anniversary!”

Bill mouth dropped open.  His fantasy had come true.  

Bridget held up her skirt as Bill continued to stare.  “Let’s go, we’re going to be late!” she teased him as she lowered her skirt and came down the rest of the stairs.

* * * *
When they got to the car Bill opened her door.  Bridget sat in the seat with both feet on the ground.  Then she lifted her left leg giving Bill a perfect view of her pussy.   Then she put her other leg in and Bill closed the door.  Bridget noticed Bill’s semi-erect penis as he got in the driver’s side.

“Excited already?” she asked.

“Yes. And thank you very much.” Bill replied.  I couldn’t have gotten a better present.  I’ve wanted you to go out like this for a long time.” 

“Just remember, this is only part one.”

As they drove to the restaurant Bridget shifted and opened her legs giving Bill more of what he wanted.  She pushed his hand away when he put it on her thigh.

“No you don’t,” she scolded.  “If I let you do that I’m going to get wet and I don’t want to go into the restaurant with a stain on the back of my skirt.  It’s my turn to tease.” Bill had a hard time glancing and driving.

They pulled into the parking lot and up to the valet parking.  The attendant opened Bridget’s door.  Bill just watched as Bridget put one foot out the door and paused.  Bill could see the look of shock on the attendant’s faces as his eyes dropped from her breasts down to her exposed pussy.  Coolly Bridget took the attendant’s proffered hand and stepped out of the car. 

“Thank you.” Bridget said.

“The pleasure was all mine,” the smiling attendant replied.

A second attendant opened Bill’s door and handed him a ticket.  Bill walked over to Bridget and took her hand.  Bridget could the sense the attendants' eyes riveted to her ass as they walked into the restaurant.

When they got to their corner table Bridget undid a third button on her blouse for the waiter’s sake.  Needless to say, the waiter was hovering around them and fawning over Bridget the whole evening.  They took their time, stretching out their romantic dinner.  During the meal Bridget leaned forward towards the next table a few times, giving Bill and the two men sitting there a perfect view of her breasts. The last time she did it she could see Bill squirming in his seat.

"What made you do this?" Bill asked.

 Bridget blushed.  "I thought about it a long time.  At first I thought I would be embarrassed, then it seemed as if showing myself to other men was almost like cheating on you. I realized it wasn't because you want me to do it.  I love you so much that I didn't want you to feel as if something in our marriage was missing."

Bill took both her hands in his.  "This is the best present you could ever give me."  He raised her hands and kissed them.  Bridget had that familiar damp feeling beginning between her legs.

"I have to go to the ladies room before I stain this skirt."

When she got up from the table she made sure to expose her pussy to the men at the next table.  
When she returned the waiter asked about dessert.  Bridget quickly cut him off.  “No thank you, just coffee. There's a special dessert waiting at home.”

While they waited for their car Bridget noticed that all the idle attendants were standing behind her.  When the car came three of them rushed to get her door.
  
"Don't fight, there's plenty for everyone," she announced. Bridget made sure to give all three a view to remember.

While driving home Bill gently held Bridget’s hand. 

“I can’t believe you tonight.” 

“I love you very much.” Bridget responded.  "I know our sex life has been great, but if you don’t work at it, it’s very easy to become repetitive and boring.  I promised myself when we got married that I wouldn’t let that happen.  Was tonight ok?”

“Tonight was perfect.  I was hard the whole meal.”

“That’s great.  When we get home I'll give your second present.  And I promise to help out that stiff prick of yours.”

* * * *
As soon as they got home Bridget led Bill into the den.  "Sit here while I get changed."  A few minutes later Bridget appeared wearing the green teddy from Boutique Parisienne.  As soon as he saw her Bill's prick jumped to attention.  

"Happy anniversary," Bridget said as she sat down and handed Bill a DVD case.  

"What's this?"

"Read what it says."

"Bridget Exposed, A Film by Jill Harris.  What did you two do?"

"I decided that you deserved a special treat for our fifth anniversary, and after discussing with Jill what to get you, we came up with this movie idea.  Actually, it was Jill's idea.  That's why I love her! She's so creative!"

Bridget put the DVD in the player and then snuggled next to Bill on the couch.  As the film began Bill asked, "Is that the outside of our house?"

"Quiet, just watch." 

"Oh God!" Bill said when he realized that he was watching Bridget through the window of their house.  As the movie progressed, so did Bridget. She started by stroking Bill's thigh.  When she touched his dick a few minutes later it felt like a seven inch steel rod, even though his pants were still on.  Slowly she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.  Her hand continued its movements on top of his underwear.  A wet spot had already appeared.  When her hand disappeared inside her panties on the film, her hand disappeared inside Bill's underwear on the couch.  Bill made a noise when her cool fingers touched his burning flesh.  For the next ten minutes Bridget gave Bill a soft and slow handjob.  A few times she stopped when it was obvious that he was getting too excited.  "This is a long movie," she offered.  "We don't want any accidents."

Bridget took her hand away and moved in front of Bill.  She hooked her fingers inside of the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulled them down past his knees and off each leg.  She glanced over her shoulder to see where the movie was.  She and Jill were in the car on the way to the mall.  She climbed back on the couch next to Bill.  When she saw herself go into the furniture store she leaned over and kissed the head of Bill's dick.  Then she started to lick it as if it was a Popsicle.   A loud groan escaped from Bill when she finally put her mouth over the head and sucked.  Her lips descended all the way to the base of his prick and back up to the head.

"Oh man," was all he could say.

Up and down she went, deep throating him.  She varied the pressure of her lips from barely touching to almost vise-like.   She could taste his precum when she paused to suck on the head and circle it with her tongue.  

"Keep that up and I'm going to explode!" Bill gasped.

Bridget took the hint and sat up, removing her mouth from his tortured tool.  Back in the movie Bridget was sitting on the park bench waiting for Jim the Jogger.  Bridget was a little anxious that Bill might be upset that she let a stranger get close enough to cum all over her.  When it happened it didn't upset Bill, it only got him more excited.  When he watched Jim explode all over his wife, Bill was thankful that Bridget wasn't touching his cock.  He felt a tingling at the bottom of his shaft.  It took all his restraint to keep from grabbing his prick and giving it a mighty jerk.  That's all it would take to make him let loose.  He closed his eyes and did some deep breathing to restore some internal calmness.   When he opened his eyes what he saw on the screen was 100 times more exciting than Jim the Jogger.  There was his wife finger fucking her best friend Jill.  

Bill was stunned.  He had always thought that outside of Bridget, Jill was the hottest woman he knew.  He had been stealing peeks down her blouse and up her skirt for years, and now, here she was naked with his wife's fingers inside her and Bridget's mouth sucking her tits.  This film was way beyond anything he had ever imagined.  

Bill reached over and ripped open the snaps at the crotch of Bridget's teddy.  He immediately stuck two fingers in her gushing hole.  Bridget jumped partially in surprise and partially in excitement.  She loved things in her pussy.   Bill went to work fingering her and rubbing her clit.  He almost ripped the top of the teddy away from her tits.  He attacked her boobs with a hunger that he had never felt before.  A glance at the movie showed Bridget's head between Jill's luscious thighs.  This drove Bill to another level of excitement.  Now he was alternating breasts, biting and nipping at the engorged nipples.  Bridget was right on the line between pleasure and pain.  Bill pulled his fingers from her cunt, slid them over her asshole and then back into her cunt.  He could hear her muffled scream as his tongue swirled inside her mouth.  Then the doorbell rang.

Chapter 7

"Who the fuck is that!" yelled Bill.
Bridget pried herself from underneath Bill.  "That is the third part of your anniversary gift!" Bridget beamed as she put her tits back into the teddy and snapped the crotch.  "I'll be right back."

Bill slumped back on the sofa.  The only good thing about the doorbell was that he really needed a break.  Never in his life had he been to hot for so long.  His dick ached and he could tell that it was swollen larger than ever before.   He was getting back to normal when he heard "Happy anniversary Bill."  There, in the doorway to the den, stood Jill and Bridget arm in arm.

"I can't believe this," he muttered.  The women of his dreams were standing in front of him.  Jill was wearing a skin tight dress made of a stretchy jersey material, with buttons down to the waist.  The dress was unbuttoned below her breasts.  The material was so thin and tight that almost all of her breasts were showing and the outline of her cone shaped nipples and areoles were clearly visible. It was so short, that as Jill approached Bill it rode up her thighs to reveal the bottom of her pussy.  She leaned forward thrusting her tits in Bill’s face.

“I hear that you like to look.  Take a good look at these.”

Jill pulled the top of the dress around the side of her tits.  Her swollen nipples were only inches from Bill’s face.  She swayed back and forth rubbing them against his cheeks.  She took a step back and turned around.  She leaned forward jutting her ass in Bill’s direction.  

“Go ahead, take a look.”

Bill carefully grabbed the hem of her dress and raised it over her hips.  He was staring at the naked globes of her ass.  He couldn’t help himself as he planted a kiss on one cheek and then the other.  His hands made their way under her dress to the small of her back.  He brought them down to her ass and then caressed the back of her thighs.  Jill spread her legs.  On the way up Bill found her pussy.  Jill arched her back as his middle finger slid ever so slightly between her moist lips.  “Oh yes,” he heard her say.  Again Jill stepped away from Bill.  Then she turned around and put her pussy right in front of his face.

“I know you've been waiting to see this,” she said in a husky voice.

Bill was glued to the vision of loveliness right in front of his eyes.  While Bridget’s inner pussy lips extended beyond her outer lips and her clitoris was always visible under its hood, Jill was just the opposite.  All that Bill could see was a deep cleft running between her legs.  Clean-shaven and smooth, it was topped by a downy soft V of blond hair.  He was so close he could smell her, a gentle mixture of baby powder and natural musk.  The head of his dick had that bursting feeling again.  Jill reached between her legs and spread her pussy lips, revealing her hooded clit.  

“Get closer,” she said as she put her hands on the back of Bill’s head and pulled him in.  He laid his tongue flat against her pussy and slowly licked up and down.  Bill heard a humming sound come from the back of Jill’s throat the same time he felt her clit poke out from its hiding place.  Jill started to press her pussy into Bill's tongue. Bridget walked behind Jill and put her hands on Jill's breasts.  She pulled at the nipples while she nuzzled and kissed her neck.  

"It's time we all went upstairs." Bridget whispered. Reluctantly Jill allowed herself to be pulled away from the practiced tongue.  Hand in hand Bridget and Jill ascended the stairway followed by an admiring Bill.  Once in the bedroom the girls disrobed in seconds and hopped on the bed.  Bill took his time undressing, content for the moment to listen and watch these two beautiful women as they sucked each other's tits, played with each other's pussies and moaned in ecstasy.

When he was naked Bill lay on the bed behind his wife.  She was on her side as he kissed her neck, squeezed her tits and slid his prick between her ass cheeks.  He looked over her shoulder to see two of her fingers buried deep in Jill's pussy while she rubbed Jill's clit with her thumb.   He moved to the bottom of the bed and put his hand on Bridget's hip.

"Lay on your back and open your legs." Bill said.

The girls disengaged from each other as Bridget obeyed her husband.   Kneeling between her legs he pushed them apart and thrust his tongue in her dripping cunt.  Her hips bucked as the walls of her cunt felt his probing.  Not to be left out, Jill put her head underneath Bill's raised hips and starting sucking his cock.  She hadn't had a cock in her mouth for over six months.  She had almost forgotten how much she liked giving blowjobs.  She cupped his balls and manipulated them in the sack.  Grunts came from Bill when she did this.  She traced her middle finger with its manicured nail back and forth over the sensitive area between his balls and asshole.  She almost gagged as he fucked her mouth harder.  But no matter what Jill was doing to him, Bill never let up on Bridget.  By now she was squirming and gasping for air.

“Fuck me! Fuck me now!” she demanded.

Bill removed his face from Bridget’s pussy and his dick from Jill’s mouth.  Jill moved out of the way as Bill moved forward and rammed his dick into Bridget’s waiting cunt. Her hips rose off the bed to meet his spittle covered organ. She let out a wail as he penetrated her.

Bill liked to fuck and Bridget liked to be fucked.  They settled into a rhythm and Bridget’s face had a look of joy.  Jill was sucking Bridget’s tits, and then began to kiss her way down to her pussy.  Jill laid her cheek on the top of Bridget’s mons with her face towards Bill’s thrusting prick.  She opened her mouth, presenting Bill with another hole to fuck.  Bill pulled his dick out of Bridget and without missing a stroke slipped it into Jill’s waiting mouth.  After a half dozen strokes Bill went back into Bridget’s pussy.  To his delight he kept alternating holes.  

Jill finally sat up to let Bridget have Bill's undivided attention.  She worked her way back towards Bridget's head, finally straddling it.  Facing Bill she lowered her cunt on Bridget's waiting mouth.  Bridget hungrily licked Jill's pussy and sucked on her clit.  Jill responded by sliding up and down Bridget's face.  The need for a good fuck was building up inside of Jill.  Finally she couldn't wait any more. 

"Please Bill!" she pleaded.  "I need to be fucked!"
 
"Get on your hand and knees."

Jill got off of Bridget and turned her ass towards Bill.  

"Lift your ass higher," he ordered.

Jill dropped her head to the pillow and arched her back so that her ass was as high as possible.  Bill moved behind her and rubbed the head of his dick along her slit.   She moaned at the touch of his hot flesh. 
 
"Put it in," she begged.  "It's been so long.  I need it so badly!"

With one thrust he filled her pussy completely.  

"Ahh!" she screamed. "So good!"

He grabbed her hips and pumped.  Jill had never felt so full.  The friction of Bill's dick was quickly bringing her to her climax.  The end came when Bill rubbed his forefinger over her exposed asshole and then shoved it in.  Her orgasmic screams were muffled as her buried her face in the pillow.  She continued to ram her cunt back and forth on Bill's dick.  She never wanted this orgasm to end.  Bill wiggled his finger deep within her ass and a second explosion occurred.  She was weeping now, the feeling of pleasure in her pussy overwhelming.  Finally she slumped on the bed in exhaustion.  She heard the sound of Bill's finger pop out of her ass and felt his prick abandon her.  A feeling of emptiness occupied both orifices.

When she gained her composure Jill looked over at Bridget and Bill.  Bridget was on top of Bill, bouncing up and down on his prick like a woman possessed.  His hands were pulling her nipples and holding on to her at the same time.  "More, more!" she kept saying.  Jill could hear their thighs slapping together with each thrust.  "Almost, almost!" was Bridget's next set of cries.  
Bill's orgasm was on a parallel course with Bridget's.  He'd had a hard on for the last three hours and release was finally on the horizon.  He marveled at the fact that they had never fucked each other like this before.  He wished that every day was his anniversary.

Bridget and Bill's time had arrived.  Her pussy tightened around Bill's dick as her orgasm began.  The increased friction intensified the electric explosion inside her.  When Bill shot his load, she could feel each spurt hit her cervix.  Bill felt as if the head of his dick had burst.  The pleasure they felt was so extreme, both prick and pussy so sensitive, that when Bridget collapsed on top of Bill she immediately had to roll off.

As the minutes went by the three lovers rearranged themselves with Bill in the middle, an arm around each woman.  

"Do you think it's possible to celebrate our anniversary more than once a year?" Bill queried.  Bridget looked over at a smiling Jill.

"I think so," she replied.  "As a matter of fact, I plan to celebrate it again when the three of us wake up in the morning."