The boss's holiday bash pulsed with laughter and clinking glasses, but George, solid at sixty-six with his dad-bod and strong hands, felt the real heat from across the room. His wife Fran, ash-blonde and thick-hipped with full swaying 34C tits, sipped her drink while their coworker Dawn, forty-eight and slim with perky slightly droopy B-cups, locked eyes on him. Dawn licked her lips, bit down hard, and mouthed "I want your cock" before brushing her ass against his thigh in passing. "George, you old charmer, still making the room tilt at your age?" she teased with a wink, her voice sharp as she hugged him close. "Your wife's lucky, but I bet that average-to-thick five-and-a-half inches stays rock hard for the right mouth." Fran watched, arousal flickering in her eyes, her shaved pussy already dampening under her dress.
Outside for a potent joint, the women giggled and touched, inhibitions gone as Dawn's fingers traced Fran's full hips. "This weed's got me dripping and horny as hell," Dawn laughed, her bald pussy with thick outer lips aching. George stepped out, and the banter flew: "Looking for your wife or just chasing the view?" Dawn quipped, pressing closer. Fran grinned wickedly and whispered, "Follow him and suck my husband's cock like the desperate slut you are—show him what that witty tongue can do." Dawn obeyed with a strong, eager stride, no submission in her stride.
In the locked bathroom, Dawn dropped to her knees, freeing George's hardening cock and wrapping her lips around it in a sloppy blowjob. "Mmm, thick and ready—tastes like trouble," she murmured between strokes, her shoulder-length blonde hair swaying as she took him deeper, gagging lightly while her hard nipples brushed his thighs. Fran slipped in, leaning against the wall with legs spread, fingering her wet, dripping pussy. "Deeper, Dawn. Choke on his thick old cock... That's it, worship my husband's balls—get him nice and sloppy for me," she commanded with witty edge, "Don't hold back; this old man's earned every pant."
Sweating and panting, Dawn worked him harder, her tongue swirling as George's cock throbbed in her mouth. "Fuck, your wife's directing like a pro—makes me want to drain every drop," Dawn shot back between sucks, strong hands gripping his ass. Fran moaned, her fingers plunging faster into her slick folds. "Suck it good, make him cum down your throat while I watch that perky ass wiggle." The air filled with wet sounds and heavy breaths as Dawn bobbed relentlessly.
George groaned, his cock pulsing as he came, hot cum spilling over Dawn's tongue and lips while she swallowed with a satisfied hum, her own pussy dripping onto the floor. Fran climaxed against her hand, body shuddering, then pulled Dawn up for a fierce kiss. "Not bad for starters, but Patty's peeking through the door like she wants in—home's where the real rounds begin."
Dawn wiped her mouth with a sly smile, strong and unbowed. "Your husband's cock is just the appetizer; I plan to ride it till dawn." They slipped out, the night promising escalation, but one figure lingered in the shadows, aroused and plotting her entry.
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