Both had an vivid and unplumbed interest in sexual variations and they often enjoyed discussing what if office, involving a third person, none of which ever eventuated or was even remotely referred to outside their bedroom.

Carmen was considered by Ron to be a voluptuous size 14, with long well formed pegleg, with generous ham thighs which was a turn on for him. Her crowning resplendency as far as Ron was concerned, was her howling forty three inch arse which he enjoyed telling her constantly,"Was magnificent, and the flawless Twin orb of your beautifully proportioned arse are my ultimate turn on."

Usually he told her this in bed as he was licking and kissing this section of her build. He used to care putting her hand on his hitch putz while she had her back to him and then as he licked and kissed her hindquarters with his tongue, let her finger just how big his shaft could get by kissing her arse.

Carmen liked and enjoyed the top executive her wonderful nates gave her over him, and also enjoyed being fucked from butt and the noise he made slamming into the match orbs of her arse as he plunged in and out of her with his erection.

Often mid way through this, Ron would fantasise aloud to her that,"Some one should be watching this."

Carmen often wondered if he really intend it or was just fantasising aloud, and also wondered how she would respond given the opportunity.

As Ron went to the bar to order a second round of drinking, he noticed an obviously uncomfortable woman aged about forty, trying to see the attention of someone behind the bar to monastic order a drink for herself.

"demand some aid ?"Ron smiled.

"Can you order a gin and quinine water for me, please ?"a plummy English voice asked.

"I am here by myself for a few days on business and am fed up with spending every night alone in my way. This is not much better though. I feel strange in a bar by myself."

"Would you like to join my wife and I at our mesa ?"Ron ventured gallantly, at the same time running his exercise eye over her. She was a complete contrast to Carmen. Fair hair, size of it ten, he thought, and not voluptuous like his wife but concern and attractive, and very well dressed, in a dreary Amytal two patch suit of clothes with a whitened silk blouse. The blouse was ruined perhaps one clitoris too many, Ron mused, but the whiten pearls she wore gave the turnout a mite of class.

"I would have sex to join you both. My name is Zena,"she said as they reached the table and Ron introduced Carmen and himself.

Ron watched for any reaction from Carmen as Zena seated herself diametrical Carmen with Ron sitting between the two cleaning lady. Always a slap-up student of body speech Ron watched fascinated as Zena sat and crossed her buy in peg. Zena's eye closely watched for any reaction from Carmen at the Lapplander clip, and picked up Zena's appreciative gaze on her bare, tanned legs as she settled into the chair.

In no clock time Zena and Carmen were chatting away together about all manner of things, and as Ron came back with another round of drinks he was amused to see that both women had their legs crossed in exactly the same airs, a mirror reflectivity of each former. Carmen seldom wore stockings, preferring to evidence her well tanned legs to advantage and tonight was no exception, her childlike but expensive white satin dress by now well above her knee joint. For Zena's benefit, Ron wondered ?

After a uptight start to the conversation Zena had told Carmen and Ron, in a very cultivated English vox that she had just one Night left in this city, before she flew out later the next day.

Ron was fascinated at what might lie hidden under the veneering of English substitute and expensive well fitting wearing apparel, both sexually and in sleeping room conversation.

Would her genteel veneer disappear if soul had her in bed, he wondered.

As the conversation raced along Zena could not restrain her gaze off Carmen 's tanned and partly exposed bare thighs, asking almost inevitably, thought Ron,"Carmen how do you get such a unspoiled tan on your stage ?"

At the same meter Ron was sure that Carmen was showing Zena as a lot of her bare legs as she dared in a public place, just to loosen her very obvious interest.

"My European blood I think. Actually I am the Same colour all over. I love sun tanning nude painting. Ron likes to sit and talk to me while I do it. Especially when I am tanning my book binding. He loves to rub oil all over me and alternate with ice blocks on my nipples."

Carmen was watching Zena for her chemical reaction, and was not thwarted when she saw her eyes open full and glow with excitation.

Carmen kept talking."Ron is an hindquarters man. He says my big arse is the best he has ever seen. He measured it one day with nothing but oil on it, forty three inches he claims. He loves rubbing oil into it while I sun tan. He gets a rattling hard on kissing it, you know, and he says it's the best for a few former things, as well."

Ron was not certainly if the drink had made Carmen so free with her conversation or if she was deliberately baiting Zena. Which ever, Ron was enjoying the sexual innuendo floating about and the rapport between the two women.

By now Zena was obviously rapt in the tone of the conversation, and was not sure if Carmen had said turn on or hard on. Hard on sounded far more interest than routine on she thought, smiling to herself.

"Sounds terrific. I wish I could do those form of things back base in John Griffith Chaney. Too cold most of the time though, and no husband or steady man in my life to do it with any way."

By now a definite frisson had developed between the three of them, even though Ron had not contributed much to the conversation, he felt he was definitely a part of the mathematical group of three at the table.

"Ever tried good Australian champagne, Zena ?"Ron smiled, at the same time sending silent sign to Carmen.

"What do you call good ? I thought only the Daniel Chester French made champagne. Any thing I have tried here seems like carbonated hock,"Zena said her hired man on Ron's arm.

Zena continued,"I bet you are going to say that you just happen to deliver a bottle of your undecomposed Oz champers on ice in your elbow room upstairs."

"Why don't we go and try it then,"said Carmen, jumping to her understructure and taking both Zena's and Ron's hands."I'll break out the old platitude. You can see our engraving and the persuasion is fantastic."

No one spoke at all during the short lift bait up the extra six stories to their room.

"Have a seat peeress and I'll open the champers,"Ron said, a slight border to his voice.

As Ron dimmed the lights and poured them all a second chalk, Zena said,"This really is good champers. I'm pleasantly surprised."

Ron was sitting opposite the two women who were sitting on a leather sofa, both with their legs crossed in identical style, and both seemed to be vying to see who could let their bird depend on up the most.

Ron could feel a stress between the three of them which permeated the room, a tension which he had never experienced before, and it was a tension which he could not easily identify.

Carmen stood and walked over to Ron, and took his hand as she guided him to his metrical unit."What else can we do to harbor Zena on her lowest Nox here, Ron ?"

"Did you pack the scrabble ?"

Carmen continued, looking straight at Zena."I could start by showing you my all over sun tan,"her gaze never leaving Zena as she tried to guess her reaction.

Zena's agitated and very interested smell and sexy smiling was all the prompting Carmen needed to start undoing the zip of her clothes, while both Zena and Ron watched, fascinated.

Carmen turned so that her back was towards Zena and as she undid the foresightful zip on her apparel and with her other hand pulled Ron toward her and started kissing him.

The zip finished below Carmen 's hips and Ron undid it, as Carmen asked, as slowly as his trembling fingers would give up, trying to tantalise Zena, and at the same time heightening Carmen's obvious excitement and sexual figure up.

Carmen wanted to stimulate as much sexual encroachment on Zena as possible and as the zipper reached it's limit, she shrugged out of the frock, still in her high dog and stepped out of it and stood with her back still to Zena, her stage apart, at the like clock time kissing Ron with passion, and pretending to ignore Zena.

All that Carmen had been wearing under her dress, apart from her essence, was a slight Caucasian G string with doubly straps at the slope, which accentuated her sun tan and which showed as not much to a greater extent than two bloodless strings around her waist, the rest of the G string lost between the twin orbs of her magnificent arse.

Ron was watching Zena's reaction.

Zena supercool, merely took another sip of her deglutition and with a shudder in her voice which betrayed her outer calmness, said,"Your tanned arse really is brilliant Carmen. Absolutely fantastic. Can Ron kiss it while I watch ?"

"Why not ?"Carmen drawled.

"How will I jazz if he gets a heavily on doing it though ? You did say he got a unvoiced on when he kissed your gorgeous arse, didn't you ?"Zena now very bold.

"appearance her Ron. Get unattired and let her watch you get hard as a rock and roll kissing my rump. And I mean hard as a rock. Can't disappoint our guest, can we ?"

Carmen helped Ron out of his clothes but left his brief and bulging underpants on him.

"You can take out his briefs Zena,"Carmen instructed.

Ron was taking cryptical breaths trying to slow down and wreak along with Carmen's secret plan. He already had an erecting but was determined to make himself even bigger and intemperate by kissing the cheeks of Carmen's arse while Zena watched.

Zena, still immaculately and fully dressed struggled to pluck his briefs over his erection as he kissed Carmen's twin ball, hoping that Zena would obtain his cock and find it grow as he kissed his wife's arse.

And to his great joy, she did. Ron felt sure enough that this was his in force erection ever and he was starting to think of the best way to use it for as long as possible.

"I need two hands for that,"Zena said, her voice with a definite tremor of excitement,"my script won't go all the way around it."

Carmen was still standing in high-pitched heels with her G string on as Ron knelt on the floor behind her, kissing and tonguing her fanny. Zena still fully dressed, with both her helping hand holding Ron's erection knelt on the storey alongside Carmen and starting to kiss and suck Ron's erecting, and slowly subscribe to it into her mouth.

Carmen watched over her shoulder, fascinated as a practical unknown filled her mouth with her husbands putz, at the same time as he kissed the defenseless impudence of her arse.

"You can suck up on him all you like Zena, but you're not having him."

Ron spoke for what seemed like the first prison term in ages."Let's go into the chamber. Carmen can draw the rules."

In the bedroom Carmen took control. ‘ Sit there Zena,"she said pointing to a chairwoman in the quoin."get your clothes off though. We want to see you. Don't we Ron ?"

Zena stood before them and with nifty aplomb and obvious practice, slowly and deliberately undressed, chatting the whole time.

"This jacket came from trammel Street, this skirt came from Paris, blouse from Milan"and so it went. All the time Ron watching appreciatively and surprised at what a lithe body Zena had. Firm breasted, surprisingly large and very erect teat, tucked in waste product and even a fantastic, well brush up buns for a size ten. Her last item of clothes added even further to Ron's turn on."Crotchless step-in hose, from Sydney."

"parting those on, and your shoes, as well"Ron instructed."They look fantastic. I must get some for Carmen."

"I want watch you to suck in Ron some more, but he has to cease off by fucking me while you watch, Zena. All right ?"

Zena led Ron by the helping hand and sat in the corner electric chair, which was just the rightfulness elevation for Ron to stand in strawman of her so that she could cup his balls with one hand, slide the other helping hand up and down his erection near it's tip and sucking on the head of his erection all at once.

"Do you like me doing this ?"

Ron could barely distinguish which female articulation was asking the question he was so immersed in his pleasure. Carmen standing close by, pegleg akimbo, in senior high school heels, displaying her brilliant legs to maximum effect, obviously very turned on by another female sucking her husband. She could smell his slow yet vivid chassis up, and was determined to have Zena watch him give birth his ultimate pleasure with her.

Carmen came and stood alongside Ron and started kissing him on his lips, watching Zena suck him at the Saame time.

"When you are ready Ron, occur to bed and jazz me from behind, while Zena watches. Don't be too long. I want Zena to hear you slamming into me."

While she spoke those word Carmen pulled her damp thong off standing close to them, so that both Ron and Zena were cognizant of her doing it. She then put her helping hand on her husband's very tumid incision and took it out of Zena's mouth.

"Sit there and watch, Zena. Talk to me while Ron fucks me from behind,"Carmen instructed as she positioned herself and Ron sideways on the bed only a few infantry from Zena, with her fundament pointing towards Zena.

Carmen had positioned herself perfectly so that as Ron entered her Zena would induce an unobstructed view.

"vigil the way Ron does this Zena. It's his specialty."

As Carmen was saying this Ron was positioning himself to enroll Carmen and used both of his hands to grip the cheeks of her seat, as he entered her, surely in his own head he had never been so turned on ever before.

As Ron slowly slid his replete duration into Carmen he could see Zena playing with herself, through her crotchless pantyhose.

Carmen spoke first."Can you see his cock going all the way up me Zena ?"

"It looks fantastic ”, Zena replied, her voice with a definite quaver.

"God you two have turned me on,"Zena said, though Carmen and Ron were so immersed in their own pleasure they barely heard her.

By now Ron was quickening the pace and pacing of his thrusting and was very aware of the noise he was making as he slammed against the buttock of Carmen's glorious arse.

"Ron has always wanted somebody to watch him do this to me. And I must say I like it too,"Carmen smiled to Zena.

"The stochasticity you are making is howling,"Zena groaned, close to orgasm, as she masturbated herself.

"piece of ass me severe. Come on, really laborious. Faster. Harder. Faster,"Carmen urged."I am just so release on. Harder. Faster."

Ron was cognizant of some one repeating,"Harder, Faster. Harder, Faster,"as he plunged harder and faster. Was it Zena ? Was it Carmen ? Or had they both said it ?

By now he had such a travelling bag on Carmen that he was pulling her torso towards his to meet his every quickening thrust.

"Is he good ? Is he well ? Is he good ?"he was vaguely aware of Zena asking the question of Carmen just before his ultimate orgasm .