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The Wife and the Magician 4

The Wife and the Magician 4 “My jaws are sore, my nipples are tender, my butt is ruined and I can’t even feel my pussy,” Char wasn’t actually complaining, “I think cum is still running out of me, want to check it out?” Char raised her short skirt and Len ran his finger up her slit. “Ouch! I take it back. My pussy is sore too,” Char whined. “That’s ok, I’m going to fuck you tomorrow anyway,” Len smiled, “and yes, there is a slight leakage problem.” It was four in the morning and in the limousine with a plethora of amenities Len and Char were too tired to enjoy any of them. The ride back to the hotel was far more luxurious than the cab and a whole lot more relaxed. Back to the story. ***** Len’s suspicion was confirmed. He recognized the voice that begged entry. It was Emily at the Red’s door and Len knew for sure, one of the figures aiding the debauchery of Char was Emily's husband, John. Red looked at Len and he smiled, “It’s our friend Emily, guess this trick is on us,” Len was familiar with Emily’s lust for both sexes and Emily was a perfect example of the proverbial barroom door, she swung both ways. Emily always lusted after Char who, was cool to the female on female scene and once told Emily “I’m into dick, not dunk.” Emily’s undaunted reply was, “If you will try it and I can guarantee, I will like it.” Len found that exchange amusing and it made him think Emily would find Red to be a very enticing morsel. When Red opened the door and greeted Emily with an on the lips ...

... kiss, Len quickly came to the conclusion the whole evening was pre-planned. Emily didn’t introduce herself and neither did Red who asked, “How are we doing this evening?” This was not their first meeting and when Emily gushed, “This has been the most exciting show we’ve been to yet,” Len realized the whole evening had been a set up. He didn’t know whether to act pissed or surprised. Yet, it was somehow thrilling to think John and Emily would go to such effort. “Alright, what’s the deal?” Len feigned a little anger. Emily and Red came over to him and Emily spoke first, “Now Len, wouldn’t you like to be treated and mistreated by two horny women?” Emily pressed her oversized boobs against Len and before he could reply she asked, “Don’t I even get a “hello” kiss?” She stood on her toes and puckered up. Emily was shorter than Len’s wife Char and shorter than Red and shorter than most everybody. She barely crossed the five foot mark and looked much younger than her age. Emily’s height was compensated by her natural 36d cup breasts which, descended to a twenty-four inch waist before, flowing down to a beautiful thirty five inch ass. Her body made guys howl, say naughty things and sometimes bite their knuckles when she walked by, who wouldn't have kissed Emily? The action on the screen had heated up even more and the sounds that were piped in reached Len who was now faced with more choices. He was already approaching critical mass and the two for one deal, only added to his dilemma. ...