“What happened?” Grace cried as Terry was sprawled out in the doorway.
“He tripped over Puddles,” Sandy replied and walked over to Terry.
“You OK?” Grace asked and he turned over. Sandy was standing next to him and he saw right up her thighs and towards the forbidden fruit. He blinked, and nodded and pulled himself to his feet. “Is Puddles the name of that damn cat?” Grace asked and Sandy smiled.
“Yeah. I thought Cat sounded a bit impersonal so I've called it Puddles.”
“Oh for God's sake,” Grace muttered and Sandy peered at her with playful eyes.
“It keeps me happy. You know I like stroking a good pussy.”
Grace laughed and put her arm around Terry. “So does my young gentleman.”
Grace led Terry into the bedroom after they finished their tea and said good night to the naked Sandy. She had enjoyed teasing Grace's boyfriend and Grace had enjoyed watching it but as Terry got into the small bedroom, Grace detected a nervousness she had not expected. He had always been so confident and in control with her but was suddenly lost and out of his depth.
Grace hesitated for a moment; maybe he didn't want to have sex with her, but she rationalised for a moment and took the initiative. She kissed him and tasted his toothpaste on his tongue. Her hands explored his body and she unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his trousers.
He sighed as she grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock and stroked it gently. “There are advantages to having a prostitute for a girlfriend,” Grace whispered and Terry smiled. “You can expect more than a kiss at the end of the night.”
Terry looked into Grace's eyes and grinned. “You don't have to,” he told her and she stroked him again.
“I know. But women enjoy sex too you know.” She pushed his trousers down to his ankles and started unbuttoning his shirt. Terry had a nice chest and Grace's hands darted over it.
Terry stroked Grace's hair and then kissed her neck. She mewed and waited for him to pull her dress over her head, which he eventually did, throwing the summer dress on the floor.
She pushed him against the bed, and slipped out of her knickers. He put his head on the pillow and his body relaxed on the bed. She glanced at his cock, remembering it from the first night they met.
It was a nice, thick juicy beast of a dick, a nice length, a good girth that Grace eyed lustfully. “Your skin is like velvet,” he muttered, stroking the inside of her arm and she smiled, her eyes barely leaving the member poking out at her.
Grace got on the bed next to him and began massaging his thighs, occasionally stroking his erect cock. She felt it throbbing in her hand, its warmth inviting.
Terry stroked the thighs of Grace, managing to cup her breasts before she moved away and positioned herself between his legs. She kissed his inner thighs and then his large testicles. She had rarely seen balls that big and described it to Sandy who was curious, if not a little envious.
She kissed the base of his cock, and then nibbled at his waist, torso and then sucked his nipple. He sighed, squeezed his buttocks together and pushing his pelvis forward, his cock pushing through her fist that was gently stroking him.
Their nipples touched as she went up the bed to kiss him. They passionately embraced, not stopping to breathe and his hands exploring and squeezing her buttocks.
Grace slid back down her lover and went back to kissing his balls. His breathing became ragged and as Grace suckled his testicles, he started to clench his buttocks.
Grace ran her tongue along his shaft and he moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he squealed as Grace licked the underside of his head. He stretched his leg muscles and sighed.
His breathing became frenetic when Grace slid his cock into her mouth and began to impale herself on it, she could deep throat most cocks but she wanted to lavish love on Terry and her tongue wrapped itself around his glans stroking his sensitive organ.
Terry gripped the side of the bed as Grace felt a hand on her head. “I'm gonna come,” he warned and Grace tickled his perineum. He gave a passionate cry and Grace quickened her pace against his bucking hips.
Terry felt it coming. The familiar melting sensation. The tension. The surge. The sparks of pleasure exploding in the base of his loins. He let out a high-pitched cry and panted.
Grace swallowed Terry's seed and milked his cock with her lips to get everything until Terry was content and satisfied.
“My turn,” The smiling man muttered and gestured for Grace to lie down.
“You want to go down on a prossie?” Grace teased and he smiled. “Again?”
“This one, certainly,” he replied and nibbled her thighs while his hands touched her breasts, nipples, labia or flanks. “She tastes of heaven.”
She moaned quietly until Terry found her sex, when she started moaning loudly. Terry knew where her clitoris was, and his tongue stroked and massaged her engorged, sensitive organ.
Her breathing got heavier, the more aroused she became. She grabbed hold of Terry's head and forced his face into her cunt as she bucked against his tongue. She had not been this excited with a man for months.
Terry increased the pressure against Grace's glabrous cunt and Grace squealed. She bucked her hips uncontrollably, and felt a small detonation inside of her as waves of pleasure cascaded through her body to her toes and fingers.
Terry stopped as Grace came down and she sighed. “Thank you.” She pulled him up and kissed his wet face, drenched by her juices. She slid a hand between them, felt an erect cock and pulled a condom from her night stand.
“I want you,” she muttered as the condom rolled down his member.
He smiled and she guided his sheathed cock between her thighs. Grace and Terry kissed as he rocked back and forth, pressing his cock deep inside her.
Grace was in ecstasy. His cock touched all of her opening and stimulated it nicely. Her hands squeezed his warm buttocks and he drove his cock deep inside her.
She moaned and felt another orgasm coming. He was a good lover. A very good lover. She squeezed her muscles against his intruding cock and felt him twitch. She wanted to touch his perineum but her hand wouldn't reach so she squeezed his buttocks instead.
Her body convulsed and her muscles clamped down and quivered against his member. She gave a loud cry and threw her head back.
Terry watched his lover have another climax, and felt her writhing underneath him. He grunted. He was at the point of no return, and he clenched his muscles.
He drove into his lover with renewed energy and Grace yelled out a passionate shriek. His balls tightened, and with another grunt, he spluttered several waves of semen into the condom.
They lay for a moment, with Terry fully inside the satisfied Grace and then parted. Grace wrapped the condom in a tissue and threw it into the bin while Terry hunted for some pyjamas to go to the toilet.
Grace grinned and shook her head, telling him to go naked. She had shared single beds before, and with flesh pressed up against flesh during the night, wearing clothes just got uncomfortably hot, especially in summer. She had no intention of letting him wear any clothes until morning and knew Sandy would appreciate the sight of a naked Terry with his large testicles.
“Hey babe, is that you?” Sandy called out and opened her door to see the unclothed man standing there in horror, a little string of semen still coiled on his cock.
Grace appeared and wrapped her arms around her partner's shoulder. “Sorry, did you hear us.”
“Hell, if he can do that to you, can I borrow him?” Sandy teased and nodded at Grace.
Grace giggled and she pushed the blushing Terry into the bathroom. “No. He's all mine,” she said and then poked her tongue out.
She didn't mean it. Sandy and her had shared partners before, but she felt a connection with Terry she had not felt with anyone else, and she wanted to tell Sandy this before she touched him. She didn't want Sandy confusing him or ruining it by accident: sharing was fine, encroaching on her relationship was not!