Sharing Cindy Chapter 17 "She Brings Home Bob For A Threesome" - Sex Stories

Sharing Cindy Chapter 17 "She Brings Home Bob For A Threesome"

... joints. We were all feeling pretty good when Cindy’s cat decided to start scratching on the furniture. Someone had told us to get a spray bottle and fill it with water, then when the cat began to scratch, spray it with water and over time it would associate scratching the furniture with getting sprayed and hopefully stop. I had the spray bottle in my hands when Cindy started to tease me about something. Without thinking I sprayed her. We were all laughing and that’s when I noticed that I had sprayed a small portion of her top and it was becoming transparent. I taunted her again and when she responded, I unloaded with the spray bottle again, but this time I began to spray it directly on her boobs. She was laughing and I turned to see Bob’s eyes get wide as her boobs began to show through the top. She looked down and couldn’t believe what was happening. She acted mad and came at me. Of course, doing this made me soak her completely, leaving her looking like the winner of a wet t-shirt contest. I winked at her and she played along. She reached down and smoothed the fabric over her tits and said to “Look what you did! My top is soaked. You can see my nipples!” Of course we could. I smiled. Her nipples were now very hard and pushed against the material. “Now what am I supposed to do? I am all wet.” she said, feigning anger. I knew what to say next. “well…….you could just take it off. I know I wouldn’t mind and I doubt Bob would care.” We turned to see his reaction. He was put ...

... on the spot, but you could tell he was enjoying the show. “I don’t mind,” he said. “It’s your house, do what you want.” She looked at me and I nodded to her. She then reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and slowly began to pull it up, inch by inch. Just as the bottom of her tits came into view she stopped and looked up at Bob. “Are you sure?” she asked him. He didn’t speak and never looked up from her tits as he nodded his head. She then looked at me and raised her arms, dragging the clinging wet shirt up and over her boobs. Once her boobs were out in the open she pulled it up and off, throwing it at me. She then took her hands and rubbed them over her boobs, acting like she was wiping the water off of them. Both Bob and I were drooling. “Now that’s much better. Isn’t it Bob?” I asked him. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” He sort of stuttered out. I asked him if he liked her boobs. He smiled like a kid in a candy store and said they were great. She stood and began to walk over to him and then straddled his lap on the couch, placing her boobs right in front of his face. “They feel good too. Here, see for yourself,” she told him. He just sat there and looked over at me. I nodded and told him to do as she said. She didn’t wait for him and reached down and grabbed both of his hands and placed them right on her boobs. With that he seemed to understand we were both cool with what was happening and it appeared a switch was flipped. All pretense of holding back was gone and he ...