she keep taking a sly look at the front of Barrie’s trousers? She took several sips of champagne. It was rather good and helped her calm down, she really should be pleased; the order was fantastic news for their business. As she took another sip music began to play, it sounded vaguely familiar but she couldn’t put a name to it. It was a slow, sensual blues number. The lighting changed to reflect the mood and focus her attention on the stairs. In tantalising slow motion, her legs appeared and Natasha felt Barrie’s penis stir, as the hem of the cream silk chemise, brushed gently across the top of her thighs. Within seconds it was straining against his underpants. Why should it react like this? they were her own legs for heaven‘s sake! As the rest of her body came into view and her breasts swayed under the thin silk, she had to put a hand down to release Barrie’s burgeoning erection so it could unfurl crossways and reach its natural length, somewhere near his right hip. As he was sitting, she hoped the considerable bulge, would not be evident. Unseen in the shadows, Debbie was watching and found it difficult to hide her mounting excitement as she started her commentary.
‘This is our Natasha Chemise. We can make it in cream or black silk and as Natasha gets closer, you will notice the simple red rose motif between the cleavage.’ Barrie exaggerated Natasha’s shoulder movement, swinging her breasts seductively from side to side as he walked towards his own body. He stopped and bent forward from the waist to give Natasha a glimpse of her own cleavage. He placed her slim fingers under the rose motif, before speaking in a husky, sexy voice, which Natasha had difficulty in recognising as her own.
‘Davina placed two fingers behind the rose and rubbed her thumb lightly over it. Her fingers slid down between my cleavage, then her index finger moved across my right breast in a soft caress.’ Barrie cupped Natasha’s breasts before slowly running her hands down over waist and hips, drawing attention to the way the smooth silk clung to her body.
Debbie picked-up on her commentary. ‘Davina found the chemise smoulderingly sexy. She ran her hands down over the smooth silk until they reached the hem, then pretending to check the length, she repeatedly brush her knuckles against Natasha’s vagina.’ Barrie moved Natasha’s right hand to the centre of the hem and pretending to tug it down; hinged her knuckles inwards, as described by Debbie.
Restricted by underpants and trousers, Barrie’s erection was causing Natasha some discomfort. She put his hand down to ease the situation.
‘What are you trying to do Tash?’
Barrie fluttered her eyelashes and smiled back at her. ‘Just trying to show you what Davina got up to. Anyway, next I made a quick change into Debbie’s slip, which is made from sexy black silk. But, I think it looks just as well, if not better on Debs, don’t you?’
Debbie moved out of the shadows and gyrated towards them in the black slip. She was carrying a fresh bottle of champagne which she hugged to her breasts. The previous bottle had worked wonders for her confidence and she smiled broadly at the person she thought was Barrie as she placed the new bottle in the ice bucket and did a twirl in front of him. She stopped in profile and Natasha could immediately see the effect the cold bottle had on her nipples. They were large, erect and pushing hard against the fine silk. Barrie stepped behind her, placed Natasha’s beautiful hands lightly on her shoulders and turned her to face the object of their seduction.
‘The Debbie slip is made from the finest black silk trimmed with soft black chiffon.’ The slim hands moved down Debbie’s bare shoulders and around to finger the chiffon trim along the top of the slip before sliding down and cupping her breasts. ‘Don’t you think her nipples look magnificent through this fine silk?’
Natasha groaned and put both hands in Barrie's lap to cover the enormous bulge. ‘What are you trying to do to me Tash?’ Her serious, innocent face looked back at her. ‘Why darling, can’t you see, we’re trying to seduce you?’
As if to reinforce their intentions, Debbie bent forward to take the bottle from the ice bucket providing a view down her cleavage which ended in mysterious shadowy depths beyond her navel. She pressed the damp, frosted bottle on each nipple in turn, leaving a damp patch of silk which clung to them, enhancing their size and the wonderful swelling of her breasts. She popped the cork and replenished the glasses before speaking. ‘We thought it would be nice to celebrate by having a threesome. It was Natasha’s idea – but I’m up for it.’
Natasha’s thoughts stuttered from Barrie’s lips. ‘But, but, but, I thought you had no interest in men?’ Debbie sipped her champagne and smiled. ‘Let’s just say that Natasha’s description of your manhood makes me curious.’ Barrie moved her body next to Debbie and linked arms. ‘You’ve often spoken about a threesome darling and this is one I wouldn’t mind, after all, it is keeping it in the family – so to speak.’
Natasha was furious, she felt betrayed. Not so much by Barrie, she knew very well what he was like, but by her good friend and business partner. What did Debbie think she was up to? She swigged her champagne down in one go. A smiling Debbie topped it up as Barrie knelt her body down next to his and ran her hand up the inside of his leg.
‘Come on Barrie, what do you say?’ The hand was stroking Barrie’s testicles and his penis was so hard it hurt – an uncomfortable pain she was having to become accustomed to. She looked at Debbie who was dreamily running her tongue to and fro along her upper lip; definitely up for it, but only, because she was being manipulated by Barrie. How could she possibly guess that he was in her body? She considered blurting out the truth, but what would Debbie think? Probably that she (Barrie) was stark raving bonkers. Her thoughts turned to Sam and the proposition she had put to her, perhaps this was an opportunity to ensure she got what she wanted for a change. She took Barrie’s hands from his lap to reveal the full extent of his erection.
‘Okay, I think it’s a wonderful idea; let’s celebrate.’
Debbie put her hands to her cheeks and gasped. Barrie placed Natasha’s hands on his old boy, pushing the fabric down on either side to show its full length and girth to Debbie. He turned Natasha’s face towards her in a triumphant grin. ‘There you are – what did I tell you?’ Debbie stared at it for several seconds, before muttering something about more champagne and scurrying off to the kitchen.
Natasha hoisted Barrie‘s body out of the chair; pulled her own body close and whispered. ‘We’ll have your threesome Barrie, but on one condition.’
Barrie rubbed her stomach against his own penis and laughed. ‘What’s that, nothing kinky?’
‘No – what ever happens – happens. My one condition is that we have the same arrangement with Sam.’
Her own tinkling laugh was cut short. Natasha could tell it was the last thing Barrie was expecting, her blue eyes lost their mischievous sparkle as he looked into his own brown eyes, searching for a sign that would tell him it wasn’t a serious proposition.
‘You mean a threesome with Sam?’
‘Yes, a threesome with Sam.’
‘But Tash, things could get complicated.’
‘You should have thought about that before you started fucking around. Do we have a deal?’
Her head turned from side to side as if seeking a way out. Natasha pulled her body against Barrie‘s aching penis and clutched her buttocks. ‘Say we have a deal.’
Debbie came out from the kitchen with the third bottle of champagne. ‘Hey! You’re not supposed to start without me!’ Natasha gave her one of Barrie’s wide, disarming smiles. ‘Wouldn’t dream of it Debs. Natasha and I have just reached an agreement about something – haven’t we Tash?’
Barrie looked up at his own face and rubbed Natasha‘s stomach against the erection. Her eyes regained that mischievous sparkle as she said in a loud positive voice. ‘Yes, we have a deal.’
Debbie beamed at them. ‘Up to the bedroom – come on – bring the ice bucket and glasses.’
Touch it.’ Barrie’s head was propped up on a pillow. Natasha looked down over his muscled torso to her body kneeling on one side and Debbie on the other. Barrie had taken hold of his penis at the base, with her delicate hands and pushed it vertical. It looked colossal. Debbie seemed mesmerised by the size. Natasha heard her own voice, encouraging – daring. ‘Go on touch it.’ Debbie giggled and gripped it lightly between thumb and forefinger about halfway up the shaft. She moved them up and down, watching the head as the skin tightened giving it the glossy patina of an ancient piece of hardwood. ‘Go on, you can kiss it if you like.’ Debbie moved her head towards it, but drew back and giggled. ‘I often give Barrie a blow job, let me show you.’ Natasha watched her own blonde curls bob down and gasped as her soft mouth enfolded the pulsating head. Then the tip of her tongue flicked against the sensitive underside. She heard Barrie’s groan of pleasure although in her brain it was squeal of delight. Debbie’s head bobbed down to join her own and she felt another tongue slowly lick the full length of the shaft. Soon both blonde heads were bobbing up and down and he couldn’t distinguish which tongue was where and doing what. Eventually it was too much. ‘If you carry on like that I’m going to come and spoil the party.’ Both girls giggled and
