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Rhonda conspires with Marilyn to give her husband the ultimate birthday gift.
"OK, quiet down, everyone." Laura's voice boomed out of the loudspeaker. "This next match is a Middleweight bout between Rhonda, in the yellow bikini, and Marilyn, in the blue bikini." Laura waited until the cheering subsided. "At the sound of the bell, ladies, you can start wrestling."
Rhonda's husband Carl had arrived early to secure a front-and-center grandstand seat expressly for this match, the last of the day's morning bouts. He had been waiting weeks to watch his wife wrestle their neighbor Marilyn again, and he wanted--needed--the best possible view.
The day the two women had first fought was the single most exciting day of Carl's life. He constantly replayed their bout in his head, and he remembered it as clearly as if it had just happened yesterday.
It was only Rhonda's second match since joining the B.B.W.L. Or third match, if one counted her wild audition match held the week before she officially started wrestling. Despite their nine-year age difference, Rhonda and Marilyn were not only neighbors but close friends, and they had been paired up for an afternoon bout that day.
Carl still recalled how his pulse had quickened and his groin had tightened as he watched his wife and Marilyn square off for the first time. Their huge, barely contained breasts had swung from side to side as they walked toward each other on their knees and got into position, settling so close to one another that the two sets of tits nearly touched.
Both women had stood tall on their knees as they waited for the bell to ring. Rhonda worked hard to keep her shapely body toned and fit and she was justifiably proud of it. Marilyn had never stepped foot inside a gym but possessed a healthy amount of self confidence, and she was equally proud of her own body.
Carl loved his wife's tits and had always thought they were about the most beautiful pair he had ever seen. That is, until the day he and Rhonda had stumbled upon the wrestling group in Rick and Laura's backyard and had seen Marilyn fighting topless with another woman. Marilyn's tits took his breath away.
Almost two cup sizes larger than Rhonda's, Marilyn's breasts were close to perfection as far as Carl was concerned. He believed they were perfectly shaped and that her nipples and areolas were perfectly proportioned for her breasts and perfectly positioned on them.
The match had started like any other, with both women trying their best to quickly pin or immobilize their opponent to score a point. Rhonda's inexperience was balanced by her liveliness and determination, and she had given Marilyn a fight from the beginning. It had seemed to Carl, though, that Marilyn was tanking just a little, undoubtedly in deference to her friend's lack of skill and experience. Rhonda must have suspected the same thing because part way through the bout, she had reached into Marilyn's top and given her nipple a tweak.
Marilyn had immediately pulled Rhonda's hand off her tit while at the same time pulling her tit out of its cup. Twisting her shoulders slightly, she had given Rhonda a semi-playful titty slap on the face. Rhonda's head had snapped sideways with the force of it and she had appeared startled. But as Marilyn drew back to give another one, Rhonda had gripped her friend's tit with both hands and squeezed hard, trapping it between her palms and fingers. Marilyn had responded by jerking down Rhonda's top, uncovering both of her breasts then grabbing them by the ends.
The match had ended with both women completely topless and Rhonda pinned on her back beneath Marilyn. Seeing Marilyn's breasts taunt his wife's by smashing and rubbing into them during the pin had excited Carl beyond belief. He had brought himself to orgasm while watching the fight and, ever since then, he had been dying to see a re-match.
The bell's loud ring brought Carl back to the present. Rhonda and Marilyn had locked hands and as their arms pushed and pulled, their breasts began a battle of their own. Bouncing and shaking wildly at first, both sets of tits were soon swinging and banging into the other's and mashing together as the women grappled on their knees. Just when their breasts appeared ready to escape the confinement of the women's skimpy tops, Rhonda launched herself forward and pushed Marilyn to the mat, landing on top of her friend with their hands still locked together.
Carl watched with wide eyes, not wanting to blink for fear of missing even a nanosecond of the action, and he felt his cock stir to life when he saw Rhonda press her body into Marilyn's and rub her tits back and forth as she struggled to pin down her opponent's arms. After a while, Rhonda was able to plant her knees on either side of Marilyn and she gradually forced Marilyn's wrists and shoulders to the mat, holding them down for five counts and scoring the first point of the match.
Both women's breasts again came perilously close to falling out of their tops as Rhonda and Marilyn rose to their knees and moved into a restart position. Carl found himself holding his breath, waiting and hoping for that to happen. The referee shouted "wrestle," and each busty woman got the other in a headlock and pulled her down to the mat. They began grappling for a dominant position but, much to Carl's dismay, their tits remained encased, though he did get a tremendous shot of Marilyn's crotch and the dark hairs that escaped from either side of her bikini bottom.
Although simply watching the two women wrestle was stimulating to Carl, he desperately wanted to see them fight topless again. The thought of Rhonda's nice big breasts once more taking on Marilyn's massive beauties caused his cock to fully engorge and strain against his khaki shorts.
Come on, Rhonda, Carl silently willed his wife, rip off Marilyn's top! Come on, baby, come on. Do it for me. Release those monster mammaries of hers then release your own. Do it, baby, do it now!
With less than two minutes remaining in the match, Carl got his wish. Rhonda broke one of the straps holding up Marilyn's top while struggling with her, and Marilyn's heavy right tit flopped out and smacked against her chest. Right away, Marilyn took her hands off Rhonda and reached into the younger woman's top and yanked out both of her full breasts. Rhonda laughingly responded by pulling Marilyn's left tit from its confinement, and the tit fight was on.
Giving no thought to wrestling moves, the two women filled their hands with the other's naked breasts and squeezed. Their pants became squeals as their fingers sunk into their opponent's firm yet supple tit flesh and proceeded to knead, twist and pull.
Carl's erection was straining hard against the fabric of his shorts and was literally throbbing for release as he watched Rhonda and Marilyn womanhandle each other's breasts. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, Carl placed both of his hands in his lap and covered the right one with the left. He unzipped his shorts slowly and was grateful that the sound was masked by the spectators' raucous cheers. Keeping his eyes locked on the arousing scene before him, Carl slipped his right hand inside the opening, gripped his cock just below the head with a circled forefinger and thumb, and gave short, firm strokes to the top inch or so of his shaft.
Since Rhonda and Marilyn showed no signs of releasing their tit holds, the ref began a ten-count. The women may have been smiling as they laid on their sides and playfully worked over each other's breasts, but they were both competitive by nature and both wanted to win the match. Hoping to force a submission before the ref finished his count, Marilyn changed her grip from Rhonda's tits to her nipples and pinched and pulled her friend's sensitive buds.
Rhonda inhaled sharply then yelped as stabs of mild pain and intense, unexpected pleasure penetrated her. She bit her lip and tightened her hold on the ends of Marilyn's breasts, trying to focus on the match and not the tingling in her nipples and pussy. As she squeezed her fingers firmly into Marilyn's dense tit flesh, she thrust her thigh between Marilyn's legs and banged it a couple of times against her friend's crotch, but Marilyn kept her stubborn clasp on Rhonda's nipples.
Carl's thumb and finger had picked up speed as he watched the tit fight. When he felt his balls tighten, though, signally his rapidly-approaching orgasm, he relaxed his grip and stopped stroking in an effort to prolong his release.
The ref finished calling the ten-count, but neither woman relinquished her hold until given a warning. Rising to their knees once again, Marilyn gave Rhonda a friendly smirk as she reached back and unclasped her damaged top. She slipped the remaining strap off her shoulder and flung the garment to the edge of the mat. Rhonda had been about to place her tits back in the cups of her top but, after seeing that, she changed her mind and decided to go topless herself.
The command to wrestle was given, and the women clasped each other in a tit-smashing bear hug. Their chins rested on their opponent's shoulder as, grunting and panting, they squeezed tightly and tried to pull the other off her knees.
Carl was beside himself with excitement. The fantasy he had seen over and over in his mind's eye was happening again, right in front of him, and this time he had an even better view. Rhonda's and Marilyn's gorgeous bare breasts were pressed hard together, flattening them and forcing them outwards. From his vantage point, Carl could see Marilyn's breasts actually sticking out from either side of her chest, and his cock strokes became frenzied.
Rhonda was surprised by how much she was enjoying the feel of Marilyn's enormous tits crushed against hers. She moved her chest from side to side, rubbing her breasts solidly on her friend's, and was pleased when Marilyn did the same to her. The erotically-charged feelings of Marilyn's tits compressing hers and Marilyn's stiff nipples abrading her tender flesh distracted Rhonda and caused her to slightly loosen her hold on her opponent. Marilyn quickly took advantage and pulled Rhonda down to the mat, both landing on their sides locked tit to tit.
It was the sight of rubbing tits coupled with the sound of feminine grunts and growls that pushed Carl over the edge just as the time bell rang. He had to clamp his teeth together to keep from crying out his release, but he couldn't stop the shudders that racked his body for several long seconds. Fortunately, the crowd was cheering and clapping, with many of the spectators on their feet, so Carl was able to compose himself and zip up his shorts without being noticed. What could not escape notice, though, was the large dark spot that now stained his crotch.
Her face flush with victory and arousal, Rhonda walked over to Carl and planted a kiss on his lips. "So did I do OK?" she asked coyly while putting her top back on.
"Baby, you did more than OK. That was the best match I've ever seen. The most exciting one, anyway."
Rhonda looked down at her husband's groin, expecting to see an erection; her eyes widened when she saw the cum spot instead.
"Again, Carl?" she whispered incredulously. "That's happened both times now that Marilyn and I have wrestled."
"Yeah, I know," Carl responded in a low voice. He shifted slightly in his seat. "Listen, I know we're supposed to be having lunch together right now, but I really need to go home and change. I'll meet up with you later."
Carl started to rise but Rhonda pushed him back down. "You can't walk around looking like that!" she gasped. After pausing to think, she said, "Hang on, let me get my tote bag from out of the tent. At least you'd have something to hold in front of you."
Rhonda studied her husband as he walked away carrying the large, flowered, strategically-placed bag. She was hit by a sudden thought, one that came to her so swiftly it was as if a light had literally been switched on in her brain. Her eyes twinkled and her lips curved up in a mischievous smile as she turned her head and began looking around.
She spotted Marilyn emerging from a tent. Marilyn had replaced her damaged bikini top with one that didn't come close to matching her bottoms, and her body language showed that she couldn't care less about her fashion faux pas.
Rhonda rushed over to her friend. "Hi, wanna join me for lunch?"
"Sure, I was just on my way there. I'm starved. So where's Carl?"
"He, uh, had to go home to take care of something," Rhonda said as she fell into step with Marilyn. "I'll tell you about it while we eat. There's something I need to ask you, too."
After filling their plates from the buffet set up inside the pool house, the two women sat down at the only unoccupied table on the poolside patio. Several people were noisily splashing around in the swimming pool, and the patio was crowded with wrestlers and spectators enjoying the lunch break.
As they ate, Rhonda and Marilyn exchanged gossip, keeping their voices low because there were so many people near by. Rhonda found herself stealing occasional glances at Marilyn's bikini-clad tits. For the first time, she noticed how truly perfect they looked on her friend's body. Massive breasts looked out of proportion on some women, but Marilyn carried off her flawless assets with perfection.
The women jokingly discussed their match, and it was then that Rhonda divulged her reason for the lunch invitation.
"You know, Carl absolutely loves to see us wrestle each other. I think he wishes we could be matched up every single week.
"Remember I told you his birthday is next Sunday? Well, for weeks now I've been racking my brain to come up with a really special gift for him. Then right after we wrestled, an idea hit me. It's kind of crazy, but I'm just so excited about it. And I know Carl would be thrilled beyond words. It's perfect for him! The thing is, though, the gift would be a joint one, from both me and you. So you would need to go along with my idea."
Marilyn set down her fork. "OK, I'll bite. What's your idea?"
Rhonda started to speak then caught herself as she glanced around. The people at the next table were so close, she could easily hear every word of their relatively soft-spoken conversation. She motioned to Marilyn to draw closer, then leaned over and whispered at length in Marilyn's ear.
Straightening, Rhonda added out loud, "And in order to keep it a surprise, the present would have to be given to him at your place, not ours." She hesitated a few seconds before asking, "So what do you think? Does it sound like a good idea? Would you be interested?"
Marilyn's voice was as enthusiastic as her grin. "It sounds like a great idea! I'd been wanting to get Carl a special birthday gift, too, to thank him for all the work he's done around my house and the help he's given me since my divorce. This is perfect! Count me in!"
"Thanks, Marilyn, I really appreciate it," Rhonda said in relief. "And you don't have to do a thing. I'll take care of getting together everything that's needed, and I'll bring it all over on Friday, OK?"
"OK, sure." Marilyn pushed her food around her plate as her mind raced a mile a minute. "Hey, I just thought of something! We could also do this as part of the gift," she said excitedly, dropping her voice to a whisper as she spoke into Rhonda's ear.
Rhonda burst out laughing, and the two friends spent the rest of the lunch break whispering their ideas and plans back and forth to each other.
That night in bed, Rhonda teased Carl as she wrapped her naked body around his and ran her fingers through the back of his hair. "Boy, you sure like to watch Marilyn wrestle topless. It really gets you going." She trailed a hand down his neck and across his broad back. "I think you lust after her and her tits, Carl. You're secretly in lust with her. I can tell."
"I am not," he said quickly. "The only woman I'm in lust with is you, Rhonda. You're so--" Carl's words ended in a sudden moan. Rhonda had moved her hand over his well-muscled ass and squeezed one of his cheeks as she pressed her tits into his chest. Rubbing her mounds back and forth against his soft pelt, she slipped a finger inside his crack and began to play with his asshole.
Carl's cock burgeoned between their joined bodies, and a thrill of excitement ran through Rhonda as it did every time her sexual power was confirmed. "It's OK, baby. To be honest with you, I think I might be in lust with Marilyn myself," she murmured just before covering Carl's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Rhonda's whispered words enflamed Carl far more than her kiss. The image of his wife and Marilyn together, their lush, nude bodies entwined in sensual embrace, appeared in his head as clearly as if he were watching it on DVD. His fierce erection jerked against Rhonda's upper thighs and she parted them, allowing him entry between her smooth, shapely legs.
Rhonda broke off their kiss so she could wriggle her body down and position her pussy next to Carl's rampant cock. She rubbed her nether lips back and forth on his shaft, arching her back slightly so her clitoris could touch his cock and receive its fair share of stimulation.
Carl moaned in approval and desire as he felt Rhonda's pussy release its juices. He noticed her nipples had stiffened, and he reached out and tweaked them lightly until Rhonda was the one moaning. "You're in lust with Marilyn, huh?" he said in a husky voice. "So that's why you managed to get her topless both times you wrestled. You lust after her tits every bit as much as I do."
Carl had been running the pads of his thumbs over Rhonda's aroused nipples as he spoke, causing them to further harden and lengthen. He cupped one of her breasts in both hands and said, "I bet you're dying to taste her tits, dying to do this," before lowering his head and drawing the bud into his mouth.
Rhonda shivered and a desperate groan escaped her lips as Carl suckled her tit while she imagined herself suckling Marilyn's. She knew what Marilyn's breasts felt like in real life; suddenly, she was overcome with the need to know what they tasted like.
Rhonda rocked her pelvis back and forth, humping Carl's erection, as Carl continued to lick and suck her excited nipple. She wanted more. Shoving Carl onto his back, Rhonda mounted her husband and slowly impaled herself on his cock until his entire length was gloved in her warm, moist pussy.
Carl fondled both of her breasts as Rhonda rode him with increasing urgency. "Pinch my nipples, baby, please," she moaned as she reached down and found her clit. She massaged it frantically while Carl squeezed and stretched her nipples, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"You liked Marilyn doing this to you today, didn't you? It got you hot, huh?"
A loud whimper was Rhonda's only reply as she glided her pussy ever faster up and down Carl's rigid cock. She worked her clit as Carl worked her nipples until, with head thrown back and eyes shut tight, she climaxed noisily. Carl joined her a few seconds later, coming just as hard, loud and long as his wife. Rhonda fell to her side and Carl drew her against him, burrowing his face in her breasts before falling into a blissfully-sated sleep.
The following Saturday, Rhonda sought out Marilyn between matches to discuss the surprise birthday gift.
"Were you able to find someone to do the set up?" Rhonda asked her friend as they stood off to the side of the wrestling mat.
"Uh, huh," replied Marilyn with a gleam in her eyes. "Two young male 'acquaintances' of mine. They were more than happy to do the job once I told them how I'd be paying them. They're over at my backyard right now, setting up as we speak."
Just then, a spectator brushed past the two women, eyeing them both lustfully as he made his way to a grandstand. Marilyn waited until the man was several feet away then lowered her voice and said, "You really got in to this gift idea. I can't believe how much peach-flavored oil you dropped off yesterday!" "Yeah, well, I didn't know how much we'd be needing, so I bought every single bottle they had in the store. You should have seen the look on the salesclerk's face. I bet he thought I was hosting an orgy!"
After the women's laughter died down, they finalized their plans for the gift. "So if my lips should happen to find your tits or your mouth during all this, that would be OK? I know Carl would love to see that," Rhonda said softly.
Marilyn's answer was swift. "Sure! It's his birthday, let's give him a real good show!" She leaned in to the younger woman and said, "You know, I bet Carl would also like to see us...," before finishing her thought in a hushed tone.
"Uh--yeah. Yeah, sure." Rhonda's heart skipped a beat and she became almost lightheaded with excitement and anticipation before remembering another question that needed to be asked. She hesitated several seconds, biting her lower lip, then said, "What would you think about doing this?" She moved her mouth close to Marilyn's ear again and whispered her suggestion.
"No problem, if you're sure that would be all right. If it's OK with you, then it's OK with me."
Rhonda hugged Marilyn tightly, their pillow-y breasts mashing together as they had the week before. "Thanks sooo much, Marilyn, I really, really appreciate what you're doing. You're the best friend I've ever had."
"You're mine, too, and you're welcome. I don't know about you, but I'm getting excited about tomorrow. I think I'll even shave for the occasion."
"Shave?" asked Rhonda in a puzzled voice. "Oh! You mean, you're going to shave down there. Really?"
"Sure. Personally, I think it will feel better being smooth shaven. You do what you want, though."
"Hmm, I hadn't thought about it. I don't know, maybe I will. We'll see." As Rhonda glanced around, she saw her husband walking toward them. She gave Marilyn a last, quick hug and said, "OK, we'll be over around 2 tomorrow."
"I'm looking forward to it. You know, sweetie, Carl isn't the only one who's going to enjoy the present. I think you and I will get a real kick out of it, too."
Rhonda smiled to herself. "I think you could be right," she said before turning to greet Carl with a kiss.
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"Happy birthday to you!" sang Rhonda as she placed a tray containing a mug of coffee, a covered plate and an envelope over Carl's lap. Kneeling beside him on the couple's king-size bed, Rhonda leaned over and kissed Carl thoroughly.
"Happy birthday, baby," she purred as she settled herself in a semi-reclining position against a pillow. "Open up your card."
Carl took a sip of the steaming brew before ripping open the envelope and reading the card it contained. "Thanks, Rhonnie. That's really nice."
"It just puts into words the way I feel about you. I love you, Carl, and I'm so glad to have you for my husband." She snuggled against his side, taking care not to jostle the bed tray as she pressed her nude body into his.
"And I'm glad to have you for my wife. You're the best." Carl took two more sips of coffee then set the mug down and gestured toward the dome-lidded plate on the tray. "So you made me breakfast, too? What is it?"
"Take the lid off and find out."
His mouth watering, Carl eagerly removed the lid but held it suspended in mid-air as he stared at the plate. Instead of Rhonda's famous ham-and-egg scramble and home fries, her razor, a can of shaving gel and a small pair of stainless steel scissors filled the plate.
Rhonda laughed at her husband's dumbfounded expression. "You know how you've always wanted to shave my pussy? Well, I decided I'd like you to do it today. In honor of your birthday."
"I don't know what to say other than...let's do it!"
Carl quickly carried the tray to the kitchen and returned to the bedroom with a bowl of warm water. Rhonda had pulled the bedcovers all the way back and placed a bath towel at the edge of the mattress and two hand towels and a washcloth within reach. She had also brought out a large hand mirror, and she kept it in her grip as she laid down on her back on the bath towel, raising her knees and centering her butt on the towel.
Rhonda watched in the mirror as Carl first trimmed her strawberry blonde thatch with the scissors then proceeded to shave her pussy smooth. When he'd finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork, and Rhonda positioned the mirror directly in front of her vulva and got her first good look at it.
"It's--it's beautiful," she breathed as she studied herself with awestruck eyes. She parted her fleshy outer lips with her fingers and stared at the fluted, rose-colored lips within and at the gleaming hole that led to her woman's core.
"It's not just beautiful, it's fuckin' gorgeous." Carl removed the towel from beneath his wife and urged her to move her body further up the bed to make room for him. He spread her legs and knelt between them, his taut erection pressing into his stomach as he bent over.
"I gotta taste this new, smooth pussy of yours," he said huskily as he cupped her ass cheeks, lowered his head and buried his tongue in her sex.
Rhonda squirmed and moaned in delirious pleasure as Carl laved and fucked her with his tongue. Her plump, succulent pussy lips darkened and became engorged with her arousal, growing even larger, and Carl couldn't resist taking them between his lips and sucking and nibbling upon them. When he turned his attention to her swollen clit, teasing it with his tongue then suckling it hard, Rhonda exploded in a shuddering orgasm.
Carl immediately grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her butt. Levering her legs, he positioned himself on his knees, took his erection in hand and pushed into her wetness. The last spasms of her orgasm stroked his cock as he entered her, and her pussy felt hot against him as he plunged in and out.
Rhonda reached up and pulled Carl's body on top of hers, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce embrace as he rested his weight on his elbows. Both lovers were panting as Carl pumped his hips and pistoned Rhonda with increasingly fast and hard strokes.
"Come for me, baby," she gasped. "Come for me now." She squeezed her inner muscles around him, milking him, until, with a ragged groan, he went rigid in her arms and let go, emptying himself deep inside her.
Carl collapsed against Rhonda, his skin heated and moist, his breathing labored. "Oh God, baby," he panted, "that felt incredible. You're incredible." With eyes closed, he rolled over onto his back and folded his hands on his stomach. "Just let me rest a little bit and we can try out that smooth pussy of yours again."
"Sorry, sweetie, there's no time. I made 11:00 brunch reservations at the Beach House. If we don't start getting ready right now, we'll be late."
Carl mumbled a complaint and didn't move. "Don't worry, you horn dog," Rhonda laughed, "we'll still have plenty of time to play when we get back. Mom's not bringing the kids home until 6 or 7, after she feeds them dinner." Rising from the bed, Rhonda tugged on Carl's arm and tried to pull his body to the edge. "Come on, honey, let's go. We can take a shower together to save time."
"Now that's an offer I can't refuse." Carl leered at his wife as he rose slowly and followed her wriggling ass into the bathroom.
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With pant legs rolled up and shoes in hand, Rhonda and Carl strolled along the wet sand, foamy water occasionally licking at their ankles. The air was filled with the sound of screeching sea gulls, and a slightly cool, westerly breeze ruffled their hair. They had just enjoyed a delicious meal at their favorite oceanfront restaurant, and now were enjoying the pleasure of each other's company.
Carl slipped his arm around his wife's waist and drew her close to him. "I love you so damn much, Rhonda," he murmured as he nuzzled his face against her lustrous, reddish-gold hair. "I'd do anything for you."
"And I'd do anything for you," Rhonda replied softly. Her lips curled in a secretive smile, and she felt a sudden thrill of anticipation. Hugging Carl's waist, she said, "Let's go home, honey. I promised you play time this afternoon, remember?"
"Like I'd ever forget that."
A scant half hour later, the couple arrived back at their house. Carl was emptying his pockets and about to unzip his pants when Rhonda announced it was time for her to give him his birthday gift.
"But we'll need to go across the street to Marilyn's house to get it," she said excitedly. "It was just too big to keep out of sight here."
"You have something else for me? I thought getting to shave your pussy this morning was my birthday present."
Rhonda shook her head. "Silly boy." She took Carl by the hand, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Come on, Marilyn's expecting us."
Marilyn greeted Carl with a kiss on the cheek and a hearty hug, making sure to press her tits firmly into his chest. She winked at Rhonda over Carl's shoulder, and Rhonda had to fight back the giddy laughter that was threatening to erupt at any second.
"OK, it's present time!" said Rhonda. "Marilyn, do you have the blindfold?"
"Sure do." She handed a large, black silk scarf to her friend.
"Since your birthday gift is too big to wrap and we want to keep it a surprise until the last possible minute, I'm going to blindfold you and lead you to it. Turn around, honey." Carl obliged, and Rhonda folded the scarf into a long rectangle and tied it securely over her husband's eyes. She took him by the arm and led him through Marilyn's house, across her backyard patio and onto a lush expanse of lawn.
"Now, I want you to stay right here in this spot," instructed Rhonda. "Don't move, and don't take off the blindfold until we tell you to. Marilyn and I need to finish getting the surprise ready for you. Oh, and don't peek."
His curiosity aroused, Carl strained his ears to make out any sounds that would give a clue to the identity of the gift, but all he could discern were some barely-suppressed giggles. Finally, Rhonda told him to remove the blindfold, her voice coming from just a few feet in front of him.
Carl hastily untied and pulled off his blindfold and was momentarily stunned by the sight that greeted him. Standing side by side before him were Rhonda and Marilyn, both gloriously naked and each holding a bottle of what appeared to be massage oil. Carl feasted his eyes on the women's luscious breasts for a couple of seconds then looked down and gulped when he saw they were both sporting freshly-shaved pussies.
"Surprise!" the women cried out in unison.
All Carl could manage to choke out was a weak "Wow" as he stared unblinking at the naked forms of his wife and his neighbor.
His reaction brought a satisfied smile to Rhonda's face. "Since you really love watching us wrestle each other, Marilyn and I are going to have a private, nude oil wrestling match just for you as a birthday present." She gestured behind her, and for the first time Carl noticed their children's old inflatable wading pool sitting on the grass. Eight feet in diameter, its bottom was shiny as if it had been coated with oil. A huge, square canopy shaded the pool from the afternoon sun. "Happy birthday, honey."
"Yeah, happy birthday, Carl," said Marilyn. While looking him in the eye, she pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts slightly forward. "And you have the honor of oiling both of us up."
"But first, you'll need to get naked like we are," added Rhonda. She licked her lips teasingly.
Without hesitation, Carl removed his shoes and clothes, discarding them in an untidy heap nearby, and reached for the bottle of oil that Rhonda was holding out to him. He pushed open the spout with his thumb and immediately smelled peaches.
"Yeah," chuckled Rhonda, "it's not only peach-scented but peach-flavored, too." She stepped directly in front of Carl and clasped her hands behind her head, raising her tits on her chest and presenting them to him. "OK, birthday boy, I want you to oil me up all over. And really work on my nipples, because Marilyn and I are going to start our match with a nipple duel."
Carl's cock came to life as he covered first her tits and nipples and then the rest of her body with the delicious-smelling oil, paying special attention to her sleek pussy. When he was done, Rhonda stepped aside and Marilyn moved to take her friend's place.
"My turn," said Marilyn as she handed her bottle of oil to Rhonda and raised her arms.
Rhonda got behind Marilyn and opened the bottle cap spout. "You do her front, honey, and I'll do her back."
As if in a dream, Carl poured a small amount of oil on both of Marilyn's magnificent H cups, rubbing it all over her breasts and, with some hesitation, her nipples.
"Come on, Carl, don't be shy," urged the older woman. "Make them nice and long for me. I want to win that nipple fight!"
Carl dribbled a little more oil directly on each thick, chewy nipple then worked them into stiff peaks with his fingers. Marilyn moaned unashamedly as he did his best to ready her buds for battle, and his cock began to stiffen in response.
Taking a deep breath to clear his head, Carl moved from Marilyn's nipples and tits to her arms, chest and stomach, coating them completely. He knelt down and bent over to oil the fronts of her legs and found his face level with her smooth pussy. Although he could see her outer lips weren't as prominent as Rhonda's, her mound was fleshier and just begged to be grabbed and squeezed and fondled. Carl had to swallow hard to control himself as he finished covering her legs with the sweet, slippery oil.
Meanwhile, Rhonda had oiled Marilyn's back and hips and decided to coat the backs of her legs before finishing up with her ass. After pouring a couple of tablespoonfuls of oil into her cupped right palm and setting the bottle on the grass, Rhonda transferred half the oil into her left palm then slapped both hands on Marilyn's meaty butt cheeks and began to rub.
Marilyn let out a lusty sigh as she felt Rhonda's palms glide over her curves and Rhonda's fingers sink into and gently knead her flesh, and she started to grind her hips ever so slightly.
"Hand me that bottle, Carl, would you please?" Marilyn took the opened bottle from her neighbor and poured a small amount of oil in her hand. "Since no one else has bothered to oil my pussy, I'll just have to do it myself." As she slathered the peachy substance onto her pussy and worked it inside the lips, her sighs changed to moans and her hips' movements became those of a belly dancer.
Rhonda continued her ministrations to Marilyn's undulating ass, and she soon felt her pussy moisten and the muscles inside it clench in arousal. Embarrassed and confused, she dropped her hands to her sides and straightened quickly.
"OK, it's time for the fight to begin," Rhonda announced after clearing her throat. "Honey, we've got a ringside seat set up for you. Why don't you watch from there?" She walked over to the kiddie pool, stepped inside and knelt down gingerly.
Marilyn joined her in the slick-bottomed pool, kneeling about a foot and a half away. "Ready?" she whispered.
Rhonda nodded, and the women began to pinch and stretch their own nipples while looking at Carl over their shoulders.
Just as Marilyn's breasts were larger than Rhonda's, so too were her nipples and areolas. Rhonda tried to coax her nipples into a size equaling Marilyn's, tweaking and tugging on them and rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers, but she failed miserably.
Fixing her eyes on Rhonda's tits, Marilyn snorted in mock disdain. "Is that all you've got? There's no way those puny little nipples can beat my big beauties."
Rhonda had to struggle to keep a straight face. "Wrong, bitch. My nipples are as strong and hard as iron, and once I drive them into those softies of yours, you're gonna be begging me for mercy."
"Oh, yeah?" Marilyn said scornfully as she gripped both of her pendulous breasts near their ends, squeezing to further distend her erect nipples.
"Yeah!" Rhonda took her own breasts in hand and lined up her stiffened buds with Marilyn's then turned her head toward Carl and said, "Give us the call to start, honey. I'm dying to teach this slut a lesson."
Although Rhonda's trash talk was ruined somewhat by her giggles, Carl still found it nearly as stimulating as the sight of the two voluptuous, naked women squaring off for tit-to-tit combat. His cock twitched and his pulse raced as he cried out, "Fight!"
Immediately, each woman leaned forward and pressed her rock-hard buds into the other's, attempting to drive back her opponent by the force of her nipples and the tit mass behind them. They both broke out laughing right away; their nipples were so oily that they kept slipping off each other and landing all over the place on their breasts.
Marilyn was pressing forward as hard as she could and seemed to have a slight advantage over her younger friend, so Rhonda pulled back her breasts and began to flick her nipples over Marilyn's instead of trying to push into them. Marilyn eagerly joined in the erotic fencing match, and soon both women were using their hardened buds like little swords.
"On guard!" cried Marilyn as she disengaged her nipples from Rhonda's then quickly leaned in and attacked the redhead's buds with full force. "Take that...and that...and that!" She slid her glossy nipples back and forth over Rhonda's equally lubricated ones, and Rhonda squealed in mock pain and very real arousal.
Taking her right tit more firmly in hand, Rhonda jabbed her right nipple into Marilyn's left areola and circled her nip. Around and around she circled Marilyn's elongated bud with her own, staring at it hungrily as she pressed ever harder into her friend's dusky, yielding areola.
Marilyn had responded in kind. "Hah!" she said as circled Rhonda's left nipple with her right one. "Yours don't feel like iron. Like tin foil, maybe." She pushed her nipple deeply into Rhonda's puffy pink areola and snickered. "Feel these? Mine are like tempered steel. They're gonna take yours down, bitch!"
"Oh, no, they're not!" Rhonda's gruff voice was punctuated by a laugh. After straightening on her knees to gather some force, she launched herself at Marilyn, smashing her tits against her friend's as she knocked her onto her back and landed fully on top of her.
Marilyn let out a squeal when she felt the warm oil saturate her hair. She wrapped her arms around Rhonda, rolled her over and assumed the dominant position. Rubbing Rhonda's shoulder-length hair into the oil, Marilyn laughed with glee. "Now we're equal, you slut. Let's wrestle!"
Carl's breathing became more rapid and his cock even more erect as he watched the women try to come to grips with each other in the slippery oil. They had clasped hands and, as Rhonda struggled to get out from under Marilyn and Marilyn struggled to pin down Rhonda's arms, their breasts rubbed together sensuously, slick flesh gliding across slick flesh.
Rhonda could feel Marilyn's hard nipples bore into her supple breasts as her tits laid crushed beneath the older woman's, and a current of excitement shot straight to her female core. Marilyn straddled Rhonda with her thighs and raised her upper body, dangling her tits in front of Rhonda's avid eyes. Rhonda wanted nothing more at that moment than to close her lips on one of her friend's succulent-looking nipples and get a good, long taste, but she remembered that this was Carl's birthday gift and knew that he would want to see some wrestling first.
Freeing her right hand from Marilyn's grasp, Rhonda quickly snaked it around Marilyn's neck in a headlock. She pulled Marilyn down to her and rolled over until Marilyn lay on her back and Rhonda lay partially facing her from the side, the headlock still applied. Four legs tangled together as the women tried to wrap them around the other's body and get a scissors lock, and their breasts clashed as Marilyn also struggled to get free from Rhonda's hold. Because of the slipperiness, Marilyn finally managed to work Rhonda's arm over her head and escape. The women locked together and rolled once again, grappling for dominance in the sweet-scented oil. They ended up in a dual headlock, both on their knees with their asses facing toward Carl as, panting like mad, each wrestler tried to crawl onto the other's back.
Carl's oiled hands found his cock as he stared in fascination at the contrasting rear ends before him. Rhonda's was curvy but not overly wide, and her dark pink asshole was plainly revealed; Marilyn's was wide and full and appealingly rounded, but her asshole remained hidden within her deep, long crack. A fading tan line ran just above Rhonda's crack, and the skin below the line was very pale. Marilyn's ass was lightly tanned all over as if she routinely sunbathed in the nude.
The women's asses not only looked different, they moved differently. Rhonda's butt was toned and fairly tight so it hardly moved as she wrestled. Marilyn's butt cheeks were looser as well as being larger, and they wobbled up and down and swayed from side to side as she grappled with Carl's wife.
Neither woman was able to plant her knees firmly on the slick vinyl, and they both ended up on their stomachs with their arms still wrapped around their opponent's neck. Their ass cheeks clenched provocatively and their pussies became heavily coated with oil as they squirmed and struggled for leverage.
Marilyn was finally able to roll Rhonda onto her back and mount her. She pulled Rhonda's slippery arms up over her own head, escaping from the hold, and grabbed both of her friend's wrists. As she tried to wrestle them down to the floor, Marilyn's body was fully stretched out on top of Rhonda's.
Seeing the women lying breast to breast and crotch to crotch, their smooth skin glistening in oil, their bodies entangled and pressed into each other and their legs intertwined, Carl became too excited to remain seated. He rose with cock in hand and stroked himself steadily as he tried to get closer to the hot action in the pool, prowling around its perimeter like a cameraman looking for the best shot.
After rising to a straddle position above her, Marilyn gradually pushed Rhonda's arms to the floor, pinning them on either side of her head, and scooted herself up until her tits dangled on either side of Rhonda's nose.
"Hey, bitch, didn't you tell me the other day you needed a facial?" Marilyn asked in a playful voice. "Well, I'll give you one right now. A titty facial!" Marilyn chuckled as she lowered her breasts onto Rhonda's cheeks and slowly dragged them up and down, covering her friend's face with a thin coat of the edible oil.
Rhonda shrieked and shut her eyes tightly, but after several seconds of feeling the other woman's warm, supple mounds and firm but pliable nipples against her cheeks and mouth, an excited shudder tore through Rhonda's body. Without thinking, she pushed her tongue through her lips and started licking Marilyn's flesh as it moved over her mouth.
Marilyn gave one breathless moan, soft as a whisper, when she felt Rhonda's tongue on her tits and nipples, and she rocked her pelvis almost imperceptibly on Rhonda's stomach as she administered the facial. "Does your skin feel any smoother yet? Yes? No? I can't hear you--guess I need to give you some more." For about half a minute, Marilyn rubbed her heavy tits into Rhonda's face, taking care not to smother her completely, while Rhonda continued bathing them with her tongue.
Abruptly raising her breasts just above the younger woman's face, Marilyn turned her head and looked up at Carl with a twinkle in her eye. "What do you think, Carl--does she need some color in her face? Personally, I think she looks a little pale." Without waiting for an answer, Marilyn twisted her shoulders back and forth and gently slapped her tits against Rhonda's cheeks until they were rosy.
"Ready to give up, slut?" Marilyn asked as she dangled her breasts tantalizingly close to Rhonda's mouth.
Rhonda slowly licked her lips while looking into Marilyn's eyes, and Marilyn was certain the time had come for one of their ideas to be put into play. So she was surprised when Rhonda suddenly bridged up and bucked her off, making her lose her grip on Rhonda's wrists as they rolled over in the slippery oil.
"No way I'm giving up, you whore!" exclaimed Rhonda as she climbed onto Marilyn's back. Smiling, she pulled herself up to a seated position on Marilyn's ass, grabbed both of her friend's wrists and pulled her arms back behind her. Rhonda glanced at her husband as she began to bounce up and down on Marilyn's fleshy orbs. "Hey, look at me, honey, I'm a cowgirl!" she said gleefully. "See? I've got my hands on the reins and I'm riding an old mare!"
"Uh, huh," Carl mumbled. His hand was moving furiously on his cock as he watched Rhonda's bare pussy mash again and again into the swell of Marilyn's voluptuous ass. But it was the sexy, slapping sound made each time Rhonda's oily butt cheeks hit Marilyn's equally-slickened cheeks that sent Carl spiraling over the edge.
As he felt his hot seed burst forth, Carl quickly turned away so he could spill it on the grass. He grunted loudly with each short, sharp spurt until they finally stopped and he was left feeling pleasurably depleted.
"Ooh, Marilyn, I think Carl likes our gift," teased Rhonda. "And he hasn't even seen all of it yet."
"Well, get off of me, you cow, so we can give it to him!" Marilyn wriggled her body impatiently.
"Cow, is it? I'll show you, you greasy pig." Rhonda slid her ass off Marilyn's and planted herself on the backs of Marilyn's thighs instead. Releasing the other woman's wrists, she used both of her hands to spank Marilyn's broad butt.
Marilyn gave her best porcine squeal, and Rhonda broke out in a giggling fit as she smacked Marilyn's unprotected ass cheeks, alternating left and right and causing them to jiggle like two huge bowls of Jello.
Arousing as the spanking was, Carl was still surprised to feel his just-spent cock quicken as he watched the women. He took himself back in hand and began to rub life into it again.
Marilyn's butt cheeks soon became hot and tingly from Rhonda's playful slaps, and she struggled to free her imprisoned legs. As she squirmed, her tits and pussy rubbed back and forth on the slippery pool bottom, sending little jolts of stimulation to her pleasure point. Marilyn knew what lay ahead in their scripted match and was anxious to get on with it.
"Let me up now!"
"I don't think so," Rhonda said with a grin. "This is way too much fun. I like having you at my mercy." She gave Marilyn's ass a final, stinging slap then taunted her by squeezing and kneading her fleshy cheeks.
Marilyn pushed her pelvis into the pool bottom as she wriggled beneath Rhonda, trying to masturbate herself while her friend gave her the unknowingly sensual butt massage. Marilyn was becoming seriously aroused and desperate for a different kind of stimulation.
She reached back with her right hand and gripped Rhonda's wrist, stilling it. "Get off now, bitch, and fight me like a woman." Marilyn pulled Rhonda's hand off her right ass cheek and tried to fling it aside. "Or are you afraid of getting beaten?"
"Hah! Not likely." Rhonda moved to her knees beside Marilyn and waited for the brunette to rise to a similar position. "All right, let's show Carl who the better woman is."
"You're a real twat!" cried Marilyn as, slipping and sliding, she walked on her knees over to Rhonda.
"You're a slut!" Rhonda grabbed Marilyn and pulled her down so they were both lying on their sides facing one another. She tried her best to suppress a laugh but failed.
"Whore!" hissed Marilyn playfully as she gripped one of Rhonda's tits with her left hand and gripped Rhonda's pussy with her right.
"Cunt!" Rhonda immediately grabbed Marilyn's left tit and her pussy, and the grope fight was on.
Their legs tangled themselves together, and soon both women lay writhing and moaning as they worked over the most female parts of each other's bodies, pinching and pulling nipples and squeezing and fingering pussies. Their excited juices mingled with the massage oil, making their pussies super slick and allowing their fingers to easily glide within their feminine folds and slip inside their pussy holes.
Marilyn had worked the last three fingers of her hand into Rhonda, and she pumped them in and out while teasing Rhonda's clit with her thumb. Rhonda first gasped in surprise then moaned loudly in approval. She had never been with a woman before, had never touched another woman's pussy nor had hers touched by a woman, and she was amazed by how quickly Marilyn was arousing her. Rhonda felt hot and flush as if her body were on fire; every inch of her skin had become hypersensitive and craved Marilyn's womanly touch.
Impulsively, Rhonda attacked Marilyn's mouth with her own and kissed her deeply, almost desperately, trying to fuck Marilyn with her mouth while Marilyn fucked Rhonda with her hand.
Marilyn's responding kiss and groan were lusty, and she increased the tempo of her fingers in Rhonda's pussy and tugged even harder on Rhonda's nipple, twisting it very slightly. In a matter of seconds, Rhonda stiffened then shuddered in orgasm. Her hands and mouth fell off Marilyn as the spasms vibrated through her body, and her moans came out as breathy, staccato gasps.
Carl had quietly gone crazy as he watched his wife get fucked for the first time by another woman. His skin was glazed with sweat and his cock had become fully engorged. It jerked in his hand, demanding attention, and Carl clasped the shaft more tightly and stroked.
As soon as her breathing had returned to normal, Rhonda leaned over and kissed Marilyn on the lips. "Thank you," she whispered. "That felt so good." She nudged Marilyn onto her back and kissed her again, slowly and lovingly this time, as she pressed her body into the other woman's. Rhonda's hand roamed over Marilyn's breasts and nipples, gently squeezing and kneading the dense, oiled flesh with her fingers and palm.
Rhonda trailed her lips down the smooth skin of Marilyn's throat and chest. Raising her head, she stared briefly at Marilyn's sizeable mounds before kissing and licking both of them all over then settling in on the closest nipple.
Rhonda's moans of pleasure mixed with Marilyn's as she suckled the peach-flavored bud. Rhonda had cupped both of Marilyn's tits in her hands and fondled them as she nibbled, licked and sucked, and she felt just as aroused as Marilyn seemed to be. Marilyn was writhing on her back with a hand on her pussy, groaning encouragements to Rhonda while massaging her own clit, and Rhonda got a rush from her ability to excite the other woman.
After paying homage to both of Marilyn's luscious nipples, Rhonda glided her mouth and fingers slowly down Marilyn's tummy to her newly-shorn pussy. Her nose caught Marilyn's scent even through the strong peach smell, and it further aroused her. Although it wasn't in their "script," Rhonda was filled with a sudden, urgent need to taste Marilyn's womanhood and to give her the pleasure that Marilyn had given her. She spread her friend's legs and knelt between them.
As Rhonda bent her head and gently separated Marilyn's outer labia with her fingers, Marilyn reached down and gathered as many oily strings of Rhonda's hair as she could and held them away from Rhonda's face. With her other hand, Marilyn began to fondle one of her own nipples.
Rhonda was intoxicated by the sight and smell of Marilyn's pussy and, before parting her lips to get her very first taste, she nuzzled her nose into it and inhaled deeply. It smelled sweet and fruity and also slightly pungent. Like peach yogurt, Rhonda decided, and she became more anxious than ever to taste it.
Drawing from the way she herself liked to be eaten, Rhonda started by licking Marilyn's outer labia then closing her lips on them and gently nibbling, making sure her teeth didn't graze the tender flesh. Encouraged by Marilyn's moans of delight, she held Marilyn's pussy lips open with her fingers and used her tongue to trace over and over the area where the outer lips turned into inner lips before tentatively licking the entrance to Marilyn's hole. She flattened her tongue and gave several long, slow licks up the entire slit, then gave several more when Marilyn's moans became louder. When Rhonda finally touched her tongue to Marilyn's aroused clit, circling it leisurely, Marilyn began rocking her pelvis up and down.
Carl did not think he would ever in his lifetime see anything sexier or more titillating than his beloved wife, her ass thrust high in the air, enthusiastically eating another woman's pussy. Rhonda was clearly doing a masterful job of pleasuring Marilyn, and Carl was awed by her and had never felt as proud of her as he did at that moment.
Rhonda licked the sides of Marilyn's nub then lightly flicked her tongue back and forth over it, and she smiled inwardly when she saw and felt Marilyn quiver in response. She ran her flattened tongue over the top of the clit then flicked it again ever so softly.
"Oh, God, harder!" begged Marilyn as she squeezed her nipple and tugged on Rhonda's hair. "Harder! Please!"
Rhonda obliged, applying more pressure as she alternated licks and flicks upon Marilyn's swelling nub. Marilyn was now bucking her hips wildly, forcing Rhonda to move her face up and down as she tried to follow Marilyn's frantic motions. Rhonda noticed that Marilyn's pussy was becoming juicier and juicier and figured her friend's climax was near, so she doubled her efforts on Marilyn's clit.
Marilyn came with a scream and a great, racking shudder. Rhonda continued tonguing her, trying to prolong her orgasm, until Marilyn's spasms finally subsided, then she laid down on her back beside Marilyn to catch her own breath and collect her thoughts.
"Oh--oh, sweetie. That was something else," panted Marilyn. "Thanks. Thank you so much." Leaning over, she kissed Rhonda full on the mouth and savored the taste of herself on Rhonda's tongue.
Rhonda heard a strangled sound and looked up to see Carl standing over her and Marilyn at the very edge of the pool. His eyes were fixed on her mouth, and he was stroking a severe erection.
She propped herself up on her elbow and patted the spot next to her. "Come on in here and join us, honey. You look like you need to be taken care of."
Carl stepped carefully into the slick-bottomed pool and knelt beside Rhonda, his cock just inches away from her face. Rhonda grinned up at him as her hand closed around his rigid shaft. "Are you enjoying our little wrestling match?"
"Yeah, a lot," he managed to say before Rhonda started stroking him. After a matter of seconds, her mouth replaced her hand on Carl's cock and as she lovingly licked and sucked his member, Rhonda couldn't help comparing its taste to the taste of Marilyn's pussy. She could not make up her mind as to which one she liked better, and after thinking about it and thinking about it while she worked Carl with her mouth and hand, she finally decided she liked them equally well. They were just two completely different tastes and sensations.
Fearing her husband's climax was imminent, Rhonda pulled her mouth off Carl's cock and sat up. She turned to Marilyn, who was still lying on her back with a contented smile on her face, and announced, "I think it's time to put the icing on the cake."
"I agree." After catching Carl's eye, Marilyn scooped up her huge, beautiful breasts and pushed them together a couple of times while sensually running her tongue over her lips. "Come here, birthday boy, and put that cock of yours right here between my H cups."
Carl's mouth fell open in stunned surprise. He looked at his wife, expecting to see in her face that Marilyn's offer was just a big joke, and was surprised yet again when Rhonda urged, "Go on, honey, fuck her tits. I want you to."
His heart was beating a mile a minute as he straddled Marilyn's body and dropped to his knees. Marilyn held her tits apart, allowing Carl to position his cock in the slick valley between them, then pressed her mounds together to create a sheath.
Carl began slowly rocking his hips back and forth, pushing his cock between Marilyn's silky smooth, well-oiled breasts. He felt enveloped in softness and warmth, as if he were surrounded by a luxuriously firm pillow. Looking down, he watched as his cock glided through Marilyn's tits and barely poked its head out before pulling back inside the cozy cocoon. It was such an erotic sight and feeling that Carl's hips picked up the pace on their own, and soon his cock was slamming in and out of its tit sheath.
Rhonda had knelt beside Marilyn and was watching avidly. "That's right, honey, fuck her tits! I bet they feel really good on your cock."
"And your cock feels really good in my tits!" Marilyn growled. "Come on, fuck them, Carl. Fuck them faster!"
The women's words rang in Carl's ears as he climaxed. He came in long, hard spurts, bucking and grunting as he emptied himself completely. The first blast hit Marilyn smack dab in the chin, and immediately Rhonda took Carl's cock in hand and directed it toward her own chest. Rhonda's tits were soon covered with her husband's creamy hot jism, and she rubbed it into her skin as if it were a costly beauty lotion. Marilyn laughingly did the same with the cum on her chin, and the women exchanged looks of triumph and satisfaction.
"Incredible," panted Carl. "Thank you. Thank you both. That was the best present of my life." He moved off of Marilyn and sat back on his heels, his hands resting on his thighs as he waited to catch his breath.
"Oh, but that was just round one of our match," Rhonda said with a snicker. "Round two is coming up, right, Marilyn?"
"That's right. Happy birthday, Carl!"
Rhonda reached over and gave Carl's hand a light squeeze. "Yeah, honey," she purred. "Happy birthday."
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