Helping My Husband With The Hotel Maid : Couples Threesomes 4: Couples Threesomes, #4

By Connie Cuckquean

I catch one of the housekeepers eyeing my sleeping husband and decide to have a little fun with the fiery, mixed-race beauty at my own expense.

I love watching him with other women and this seems like the perfect opportunity for me to have my wish.  Take him, Michelle, and let me clean up the mess we make afterwards.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Connie Cuckquean
• Release date: May 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393018490

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Come on, I said, putting an arm around her.  We walked a few steps to the bed.  Okay, I’ll start.

Michelle stood at the foot of the bed and I mounted it carefully, crawling up to my husband and putting my face close to that exposed cock of his.  I lifted it carefully, as though we were playing a game of buckaroo, looking to his face for a sign that he might wake soon.

I held him upright and bit my lip in Michelle’s direction.  Her gaze was rapt on his cock, flicking between it and my mouth and waiting for the two to meet.  She took a deep breath and her tits lifted her tight shirt as she inhaled.

Watch, I said, and then I wound my lips down over the smooth crown of his delicious cock.

He filled my mouth and I pressed down slowly, then I heard a sharp intake of breath from above and he shuffled on the mattress, moving my hair aside and looking down.

We have a guest, I said, holding his cock close to my face.

He looked up over me and saw Michelle watching on.  Unabashed, Bernard put his hands behind his head.  Hey, he said coolly, with a gruff morning croak.

Michelle lifted her hand and fluttered her fingers at him.  She kept her place and watched, dining out on the view of my husband’s cock disappearing back between my lips.  He exhaled deeply and sank into the bed, pushing his hips up of it and driving himself into me.

Gradually he pumped up into me and I held my head in place, letting him fuck my mouth as Michelle watched on.

I took him from my lips now and beat him in my fist, looking to Michelle and raising my eyebrows.

Come join us, I said.

She seemed to think briefly, then, without a word, she removed her white sneakers and put a knee on the bed.

That’s it, I urged.

"Well this certainly beats