One Special Night

Marilyn then stood up, placing her wine glass on the coffee table. She smiled at us and began to unbutton her silk blouse. I sighed audibly as her full breasts were revealed and the blue satin cincher I'd given her the month before.

She continued by slipping off her heels and then her slacks to reveal matching blue thigh high stockings and satin panties. Her nipples were getting hard and she couldn't stop from touching them briefly with her fingers.

Marilyn turned to me and nodded. I stood up as well and nervously unbuttoned my dress shirt. I took it and my t-shirt off, a little disappointed that I wasn't wearing a chemise or bra.

Marilyn's hands had moved down to caress her bottom through her panties and then back to her breasts.

I got rid of my shoes and socks and dropped my pants to the floor. My black nylon seamed thigh-high stockings showed off my toned legs. They were attached to a black satin garter belt. My brand new pink panties were above the garters. My cock could be clearly seen, half-hard in the panty satin.

Andre smiled. "Guess it's my turn." He stood and stripped down, taking time to carefully lay his expensive clothes over the back of the couch. Soon he was down to his jockey shorts.

I was amazed by the size of his cock laying in the cotton. I kicked myself internally for thinking about the stereotype of black men but in this case at least it was true.

Unsure, Andre sat back down on the couch. Marilyn gave him a smile and turned to me.

"Jenny, would you like to kiss me?" she asked. I nodded eagerly. Marilyn sat back on the couch beside Andre and lay back with her bottom on the edge. I got down between her knees and ran my hands over her legs, stroking her skin through the pretty blue nylons.

Her hands were on her breasts as I moved in to kiss her panties. While I don't fetishize sexual odors, I could appreciate her arousal and the aroma of her pussy. She was very wet and that pleased me. She was excited by the experiment.