Maggie's Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Maggie's Ch. 04

... "Ah, just realized I forgot one thing in the car, give me a sec."

I ran out to the car and grabbed the two sheet cakes I had hidden in the back. I peeked through the door to see Laura had distracted Jac just like our plan. I stepped inside.

"Hey Jac!" I called out. She turned, and I heaved the cake like I was Steve Aoki caking a 20 year-old groupie on tour.

SPLAT! Unfortunately, I had misjudged the distance and weight, and the cake splattered all over her calves and ankles instead of her face and chest like I was hoping. She squealed and stuck out her tongue at me.

"Missed me! Guess you're more like Steve Lame-oki!"

"Hey, nobody calls my husband lame but me!" Laura said in mock indignation. She walked over to me and grabbed the other cake. "Don't worry honey, I'll get her back. I know throwing isn't your specialty." I laughed, my wife knew I had been known for my arm back in my college baseball days.

Laura walked back over to Jac and stared her down with impish intensity. "You think you can make fun of my husband? Well here's your just desserts!" And she slammed the cake into Jac's face and chest.

The cake exploded on impact with Jac's upper half, covering her face, neck and cleavage with frosting and dough. Jac moaned into it and wiped her eyes as pieces fell down her face onto the pile quickly building on the floor.

She looked at us with burning desire, her makeup already ruined and about to become even more so. "Is that all you got?"

Laura and ...

... I looked at each other and grinned. We grabbed two pies each. I slammed one into the left side of Jac's face, and another onto the top of her head, matting down her lovely dark hair. Laura smushed her two into the right side of Jac's face and directly into her smug smile, covering her pretty face.

We stepped back to admire our handiwork, watching Jac blink away piles of cream. I looked back at Laura. "Time to take some of those pretty clothes off don't you think? They're just in the way." She grinned and nodded, and we heard Jac murmur through her cream mask.

I shoved another pie into Jac's face and then we went to work on her clothes. I pulled her top off over her messy head, exposing her black bra, and Laura pulled down Jac's daisy dukes, leaving on her wedges and matching black thong.

I looked at Laura. "What do you think, underwear too?"

She thought for a moment. "Just her bra for now." I agreed and unclipped the back, and Jac's perky B cups popped out for our viewing and playing pleasure. Laura and I grinned at each other and dove in with our mouths, each taking a nipple and licking and nibbling like our lives depended on it. Jac moaned and writhed, arching her back and grabbing our hair with both her hands as we went to work.

I pulled off suddenly and Laura followed suit, and we both grabbed pies and slammed them into Jac's now extremely sensitive tits. She cried out and slid a hand down her panties to start fingering herself. Laura shook her head and ...