He just told her to come on down.
His foot flipped up into her cunt. She groaned again. Lisa gasped and sighed, twisting her head. Her hands released her vulva to let the strongly muscular lips snap around his foot like a big rubber band. He worked his leg, just a little, so that his foot moved an inch or two left and then an inch or two right. She didn’t have that kind of room inside, and she moaned and wobbled back and forth, trembling all over with strain.
Then it was good, it was wonderful. His whole foot was up her cunt.
“Oh, yes… yes… yessss!” Lisa screamed. “Fuck me… foot-fuck meeeee!”
Ben smiled and pulled Connie over until her thighs straddled his meat. “Take it baby,” he said. “We’re home free after all.”
Connie knew what he meant as she felt his big whang slide up into her honey-coated cunt. She started bouncing on his cock as Lisa pounded her cunt over his foot.
“Lisa?” she gasped.
“Yea… yessss?”
“Do you think Ken will get that contract? I mean, you’re still married to him. And even though you live with us, you’re going to be a rich woman.”
“He’ll get it, I suppose,” Lisa said. “He’ll find a way, somehow. He always does.”
“Good,” Connie said, looking down at Ben and smiling.
He smiled back.
They communicated with their eyes. They didn’t have to use words. They wouldn’t have to hustle any more, either of them. And if Ken didn’t give Lisa enough to keep all three of them in clover all the time, they could just set up an expensive trick or two for Lisa to turn. With her body, she could bring a lot in.
What the hell, she had done practically the same thing for Ken. Why shouldn’t she do it for Connie and Ben, who loved her so much?
Yes, they both thought, it was going to be the best of all worlds.
