Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

"She Brings Home Bob For A Threesome"

Cindy Brings Home A Coworker And We Both Hav Fun With Her...

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Cindy had been working at the Harley dealership for about a year and had not only slept with her boss, Louie, but she had also had sex with another coworker, Cliff as well. One of the other guys there, Bob had witnessed a little bit of Cindy’s depravity after a big open house party where she was taken by both Louie and Cliff, one of the bike mechanics. After that party, Bob seemed to hang out around Cindy a lot more and began to pay her a lot more attention. She would come home from work and tell me how he was flirting with her a lot and she thought he wanted to have sex with her.

During one of our lovemaking sessions, I brought up his name and I could tell she was getting a little more worked up. As I stroked my cock slowly in and out of her, I asked her if she wanted to feel Bob’s dick inside of her. She let out a big moan and but didn’t answer. I pushed in deep and asked if she wanted to feel his dick deep inside of her. She said yes. This turned me on to hear her thinking about another hard cock and I picked up my pace, pumping her full of cum as I thought of him doing the same thing.

We talked about Bob afterward and she told me she thought he might be a little scared to make the first move. She said she has tried to drop hints to him but that he really didn’t appear to be the type to make the move on a married woman, even after he saw her with Louie and Cliff. We discussed it several times and finally decided to move things along. I told her to invite him over after work on Friday and tell him we were just going to hang out and party a little bit. I figured I could come up with some way to get things rolling.
Friday night came and Cindy was a little nervous. I told her to relax and just have a good time. No pressure. If things happened, they happened. If not, then at least we could have a few drinks and have some fun. She asked me what she should wear, but I told her that she didn’t want to scare Bob off, so maybe just put on a tank top and shorts like any other night. She came out of the bedroom wearing a thin wife beater tank and a pair of white shorts. While not the sexiest thing, she definitely caught my attention as I could tell she didn’t have a bra on to keep her boobs from swaying seductively underneath the thin cotton.

Bob stopped over and we had a good time, having a few drinks and even smoking a couple of joints. We were all feeling pretty good when Cindy’s cat decided to start scratching on the furniture. Someone had told us to get a spray bottle and fill it with water, then when the cat began to scratch, spray it with water and over time it would associate scratching the furniture with getting sprayed and hopefully stop. I had the spray bottle in my hands when Cindy started to tease me about something. Without thinking I sprayed her.

We were all laughing and that’s when I noticed that I had sprayed a small portion of her top and it was becoming transparent. I taunted her again and when she responded, I unloaded with the spray bottle again, but this time I began to spray it directly on her boobs. She was laughing and I turned to see Bob’s eyes get wide as her boobs began to show through the top. She looked down and couldn’t believe what was happening. She acted mad and came at me. Of course, doing this made me soak her completely, leaving her looking like the winner of a wet t-shirt contest. I winked at her and she played along.

She reached down and smoothed the fabric over her tits and said to “Look what you did! My top is soaked. You can see my nipples!” Of course we could. I smiled. Her nipples were now very hard and pushed against the material.

“Now what am I supposed to do? I am all wet.” she said, feigning anger. I knew what to say next.

“well…….you could just take it off. I know I wouldn’t mind and I doubt Bob would care.” We turned to see his reaction.

He was put on the spot, but you could tell he was enjoying the show. “I don’t mind,” he said. “It’s your house, do what you want.”

She looked at me and I nodded to her. She then reached down and grabbed the hem of the shirt and slowly began to pull it up, inch by inch. Just as the bottom of her tits came into view she stopped and looked up at Bob. “Are you sure?” she asked him.

He didn’t speak and never looked up from her tits as he nodded his head. She then looked at me and raised her arms, dragging the clinging wet shirt up and over her boobs. Once her boobs were out in the open she pulled it up and off, throwing it at me. She then took her hands and rubbed them over her boobs, acting like she was wiping the water off of them. Both Bob and I were drooling.

“Now that’s much better. Isn’t it Bob?” I asked him.

“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” He sort of stuttered out.