Beth was kindly keeping out of the way, giving us the space for a bloke only Nox. She popped her headspring in `` do you boys take drink ? '' She asked. We agreed and she returned shortly after with two coldness beers.

'' Why do n't you link up us ? '' Paul said, pointing to the chair between us.

'' Oh I 'm not much good at cards, plus this is your dark, I do n't need to cramp your elan '' Beth responded.

'' trumpery, cards are better with more thespian plus I 'd rather give birth you to look at than his slimy face '' he gestured towards me and the two of them laughed.

'' Maybe just a couple.of games then '' and she sat down.

An hour later, Beth had played with arrant beginners luck. She 'd won almost every hand and was clearing up.

'' Want to constitute it more interesting ? '' Asked Paul.

'' What dyu mean '' I said.

'' Well, seeing as your wife here is winning and we 're running our of money, why do n't we play for dare ''

'' Like what ? '' Beth replied curious ... intrigued almost.

'' Well, If I win, I 'd care you to do a dance for me ... a sexy dance '' Paul the Apostle smirked.

'' Are you joking ? ! '' I said, annoyed at the boldness of it.

'' She 's been winning all nighttime, you do n't require to be worried ''

'' But ... ''

'' No babe it 's fine, I think I can contain that bet. '' Beth replied. `` and if I win, you two play the future unit of ammunition naked '' she laughed.

'' Deal '' Paul the Apostle quickly responded.

Without checking what I wanted, St. Paul began shuffling the cards and dealt. The game was going well until a last minute shift in luck, and Paul pulled out the winning hand. A large smiling crept across his case and I looked at Beth in shock.

Surely he would n't earn Beth go through with it ... would he ? After an awkward quiet, there was no let up, no easy toss given by Saint Paul, so Beth stood up silently and made her way upstairs.

Moments later, Beth reappeared, walking down the steps. We both looked over to see her long legs stretching out, coming down one stone's throw at a time.

As she got further down it was gain she intended to keep the bet. Dressed to impress, Beth rounded the nates of the stair and walked towards us. Our mouths dropped open.

She was dressed in a black lace body that ran high on the waistline, showing off the full curve of her hip joint. The lace wove intricately over her consistence, her chest cupped in lacing, perfectly round and firm.

Her nipples were erect and pressing through the cloth, lean straps reached up to her delicate shoulders. The lace cut low and the neckline dropped below her tit, showing off her incredible cleavage.

As she walked towards us, her black stiletto heels clicked on the floor. Her legs seemed to be endless and the lacing pulled tight between her stage, barely covering the shape of her mound and lips.

Her hips swayed as she walked and her white meat bounced in time. It was hypnotic to watch and we both sat speechless watching her approach.

'' A bet 's a bet '' she said, and giggled at the hatful of us both undefended mouthed. `` Im gon na need some music though '' as she turned to walk away.

As she did, Beth 's ass was revealed in all its glory. The lace soundbox sat finely between her cheeks, barely there. Her perfectly labialize ass looked incredible as she walked, the dog adding more length and anatomy than ever before.

She turned on the medicine and then dimmed the lights. She walked towards Paul and began to slack her bowel movement in fourth dimension with the music. She 'd chosen a tiresome sexy numeral and she was really working it.

As she got close, she rested her hands on his knees and leant in to whisper in his ear `` is this what you want ? '' She said quietly and began to dance for him. Slowly at first then she started to really tender things up.

Her hip joint began to gyrate and she turned around giving him a fully survey of her ass. Alice Paul let out a suspiration and rubbed himself through his jeans. Like me, he was enjoying the show and was clearly finding the restraint difficult to maintain.

Beth knack over and grabbed her ankle joint, the material between her leg strained and slid in between her lips, giving Paul a perfect view of her married pussy. I could see she was wet as the dim light glistened on her hill.

She slowly stood up, then lowered herself backwards onto Paul the Apostle 's lap, her hip still moving to the euphony. Clearly working the spot, Paul let out a moan and his deal found his way to Beth 's thigh.

Expecting to see my married woman arrest the innappropriate touching, I could n't believe it when her men joined his and moved them towards her privileged thigh.

She leant back into him and continued to moved slowly to the medicine, getting him off him through his jeans. Paul 's men made their way up her branch, grabbing at her thighs and pulling them apart.

Beth 's ramification obeyed and opened further and his script found her wetness. She gasped as his fingerbreadth began rubbing her lace covered twat.

Making no attempt to hide his move anymore, Apostle of the Gentiles slid his fingers under the thin lacing and began massaging her back talk and button, his fingers thick and wet with my wife 's juice.

Beth 's drift slowed and she reached behind to pull up Paul in closer, pulling him by the neck. He started to kiss her as he slowly finger fucked her married hole.

I looked on completely stunned yet aroused. My cock was so hard as I watched my married woman and my supporter together.

Then without warning, Beth stood up and made her way over towards me. She looked so incredibly hot, so convinced, so aphrodisiacal. She rubbed a deal on my crotch and felt how hard I was. Reading my intellect, she said `` you like this do n't you ? '' and I could n't say a thing.

'' Dyu think Saul of Tarsus is enjoying me, dyu think he 'd wish to see more of me ? '' She asked, but did n't wait for a response. With one last grab of my hard cock, she stood upright and swayed back to Paul, this time sitting straight down on his lap facing him.

Beth leant in and began trench kissing him, their natural language were exploring each others sass, her hands on the back of his head.

Paul 's mitt reached up and began grabbing at Beth 's chest, hard and rough. Beth groaned at his forcefullness and began grinding his hammer harder through the material. One of his mitt moved down and started to unbutton his jeans, all the time the kissing continued, getting harder and deeper.

His jeans were unmake and he had no underwear on, his prospicient voiceless pecker stuck up above the waistband. Beth 's grinding was on flesh now and she could feel it.

As her slit lip pressed out either side of the lace, they began to slither up and down the top of his magnetic pole, sharing her espouse wetness with him.

Both of St. Paul 's work force worked to pull his trousers take down and his replete dick was now on show. He sat there less than a metre away, half nude whilst my ruttish wife went through the motions of fucking him.

Paul the Apostle 's deal then found Beth 's pussy and began pulling at the clasps that held the private parts of her underwear together. As if by magic the material came sunk and Beth 's kitty-cat was completely exposed.

The contact between the pair was electric and the grinding intensified. Despite the deficiency of penetration, the two of them looked close to climax.

I could make out the declamatory shaft of Paul 's dick now, glistening with the juice from my wife 's cunt. I could pass water out her conceited clit and pitcher's mound, engorged from the stimulation. The two of them were going at it hard, as if I was n't even there.

St. Paul grabbed Beth 's ass and started lifting her in high spirits. Beth 's grinding got harder as the tip of Paul 's cock found her clit and rubbed against it. Still he lifted her higher and the grinding continued.

I could no longer see his rooster and it was hidden between her legs. He started to release her, slowly lowering her back down, and then it became authorise what he was doing. Unprotected and with purpose, he was going to enter my wife right here and now.

Beth had no musical theme what was happening until she felt the tip press against her gob, then in it went and she let out a moan. She tried to protest `` no '' she panted `` do n't ... '' she could n't finish her sentence, as to a greater extent of St. Paul 's cock entered her, stretching her tight interior. `` Do n't ... .do n't hold on '' she managed, as she sat almost all the way down on him.

From there it seemed like Beth was in control. Apostle Paul sat there violently grabbing at her chest and ass as she fucked him hard. He was deep inside her and Beth was beyond the spot of reason now. She was consumed by the sex.

The two of them were breathing heavy, kissing harder and deeper. The grinding got quicker and Paul the Apostle 's hands grabbed furiously at her ass.

The two of started fucking with increased energy and they began moaning together, clearly getting close.

'' Yes, yes ! '' Beth screamed, and she dug her nails into Paul 's back.

'' Oh fuck '' came Alice Paul 's response.

'' Im gon na cum '' Beth cried `` cum inside me '' she panted.

The two of them were fucking like a car, hard and fast, then, with a cracking cry, Paul came. Pulsing seed deep inside her womb, filling her, his custody grabbed her voiceless and pulled her tight. Beth came shortly after and the two of them sat there hugging tightly as their genitals pulsed together, soaking up every last moment of the climax.

The night ended shortly after that and the next hand of identity card was never dealt .