“Ah, good morning, Ben!” Lizza’s cheerful British accent sang out across the aisles of the grocery store as Ben navigated his cart through the dairy section. The early morning sun cast a gentle glow through the windows, reflecting off the gleaming floor. “You’re looking quite the catch today!” she added with a wink, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Ben chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he leaned on the cart’s handle. “And you, Lizza, as lovely as ever,” he replied, flashing a grin that showcased his impeccably white teeth.

“Now, now,” she said playfully, wagging a finger at him, “don’t think you can charm your way out of telling me about your recent rendezvous with that stunning brunette I saw in your Porsche last week.” He chuckled, the sound echoing slightly in the cool, air-conditioned space of the grocery store. “Just the usual, Lizza,” he replied with a wink. A young man, no more than 25, approached Lizza, his forehead glistening with sweat from a recent workout. His tight shirt and shorts emphasized his toned physique. “Hello, m’lady,” he said with a smile, “Could you tell me where the Red Bull is?” She looked him up and down before pointing down the aisle. “Third shelf, right beside the soft drink,” she instructed, her gaze lingering on him as he walked away. Once he was out of earshot, she leaned closer to Ben. “You see that one?” she whispered, “I bet he could give anyone a run for their money. It’s a shame I’m too old for that kind of excitement.” Ben looked at him with a knowing smile before turning his attention back to her. “You’re never too old for a good time, my dear,”

Lizza sighed dramatically. “It’s not that simple. All these young ones, they want someone their own age. They don’t know what they’re missing with an experienced woman like me,” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. Ben nodded sympathetically. “I’ve been trying to find someone to spice up my life too. It’s like searching for a needle in a haystack, especially with my schedule,” she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve been on every dating site, swiped left and right, and all I get are useless messages from fake people who think ‘hello’ is a good opening line.” She rolled her eyes and Ben couldn’t help but laugh at her frustration. “You might find a young guy some day,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “But for now, let’s not give up hope, shall we?” Lizza’s expression brightened slightly at his words. Ben moved his cart closer to the cashier and started to unload his items. After checkout, he placed the grocery bags in the back of his Lamborghini, feeling the weight of their conversation in the silence that followed. And suddenly, it hit him like a bolt of lightning. He slammed the trunk shut and hurried back inside the store, his heart racing with excitement. “Lizz,” he called out as soon as he saw her, “Are you up for an adventure?” Lizza raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of adventure?” she asked, leaning against the candy display.

“I read about this place,” Ben began, his eyes glinting with excitement, “It’s a pub, not too far from here, where open-minded couples can meet and… well, explore new possibilities.” Lizza’s curiosity was piqued. “A swinger’s place?” she whispered, her eyes widening. Ben nodded, his grin growing wider. “Exactly.” Lizza looked around the store nervously, ensuring no one was listening. “But Ben,” she protested, “I’m a single woman. They won’t let me in, especially not as a… participant.” Ben smiles. “That’s the beauty of it,” he said smoothly, “I’m a single man. If we go together, we won’t be single anymore.” Lizza’s eyebrows shot up, understanding slowly dawning on her.

“You’re suggesting we go as a… a couple?” she said, the words tasting strange in her mouth. Ben nodded. “We’re both looking for the same thing, Lizz. Younger partners, a bit of excitement. Why not help each other out?” His voice was earnest, his eyes searching hers for any signs of disapproval. She looked at him, weighing her options, feeling the excitement building in her chest. “Am I getting fake hope here, Ben?” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m not that young anymore. What if nobody’s interested?” Ben reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm. “You’re as beautiful and vibrant as ever, Lizz. And if they don’t see that, then they’re the ones missing out.” His confidence was infectious and she found herself smiling at the absurdity of it all. “When does your shift end?” he asked, his tone business-like. “Early evening,” she replied, her mind already racing ahead to the possibilities. “Perfect,” Ben said, “Get ready and I’ll swing by to pick you up. We’ll go check it out tonight.”

“Oh Ben,” Lizza sighed, “I haven’t been to anything like that in ages. I’m not sure if I even have the right dress for this sort of… occasion.” Ben took her by the elbow, steering her out of the grocery store with a gentle but firm grip, the scent of freshly cut flowers from the nearby floral department trailing behind them. “Don’t worry, Lizz,” he said, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves, “You’re going to be fine. Just think of it as a casual night out. And if you really want to, you can borrow something from my wife’s collection.” Ben took his iphone out and asked her for her number, typing it in with swift, sure movements of his thumbs. She rattled it off, watching as he saved it with a flourish. He promised to text her the details later and she watched him drive away in his sleek Lamborghini, feeling a thrill of excitement mingled with a hint of nerves.

In an hour, Rovi, Ben’s impeccably dressed driver, pulled up to the grocery store in a gleaming black Range Rover. He stepped out, a small bag in hand, and approached Lizza with a courteous nod. “Mrs. Lizza,” he said, his voice as smooth as the leather seats of the car, “Mr. Ben sent this for you.” He held out the bag, his expression unreadable behind his tinted sunglasses. Lizza took it with a mix of shock and gratitude, her eyes widening as she peered inside to find many elegant dresses neatly folded. The rich fabrics whispered of luxury and the designer tags spoke of Ben’s attention to detail. She hadn’t felt this pampered since her early twenties. At 7pm sharp, she was standing at the agreed spot, a dimly lit corner of a park. She wore a black, embroidered dress that clung to her curves, making her feel both powerful and alluring.

The roar of an engine announced Ben’s arrival. The Lamborghini’s headlights cut through the gathering dusk, and as the car pulled up beside her, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. Ben stepped out, his salt and pepper hair impeccably styled, wearing a tailored suit that made him look more like a Hollywood leading man than a 65-year-old retiree. He offered her his arm with a gallant smile. “You look absolutely breathtaking,” he said, his eyes lingering on her, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. “Thank you,” she murmured, feeling both shy and flattered. He opened the door for her, and she slid into the soft embrace of the leather seats, feeling a rush of excitement as the car’s engine purred to life beneath her. After a short but exhilarating drive, they pulled up in front of the pub, its neon lights casting a garish glow over the surrounding area. Lizza took a deep breath, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and nerves. “Remember, Lizz,” Ben said, placing his hand over hers as they approached the door, “we’re just here to have some fun.” She looked up at him and put her hand on his arm, her voice a soft whisper. “Thank you for this, Ben,” she said sincerely. “Even if it’s just a drive in this beautiful car, it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.” Ben’s smile was warm and reassuring. “It’s going to be more than just a drive, trust me,” he said. They both stepped into the pub, the heavy wooden door swinging open to reveal a dimly lit space filled with the scent of spilled drinks and faintly musky cologne. The bass of a dance track thumped in the background, setting a rhythm to the murmur of voices and laughter.

Inside, the atmosphere was electric. Couples of all ages danced together, the air thick with the promise of the evening ahead. Lizza’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the sea of faces, some young and fresh, others seasoned with the lines of experience. They made their way to the bar, the coolness of the polished surface a welcome relief against the heat of the crowded room. The bartender, a burly man with a handlebar mustache, handed them each a cocktail menu with a knowing smile. “First timers?” he asked, his gaze flicking between them. Ben nodded, and the bartender leaned closer. “Welcome to the Club,” he said with a wink, “You’ll find what you’re looking for here.” Lizza felt her heart beat faster in her chest as she took a sip of her drink, the cool liquid sliding down her throat. She couldn’t believe she was actually here, doing something so wild and unpredictable. He handed them a paper and a pen, explaining the pub’s unique custom. “Write down your names and numbers, fold them, and drop them into the bowl over there,” he said, gesturing to a large, clear glass bowl on a velvet-covered pedestal. “By the end of the night, if you’re lucky, someone might just pick your number and who knows what could happen.” Lizza’s hand trembled slightly as she took the paper. The idea of such randomness, of letting fate decide who she would share this adventure with, was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

Ben watched her, his expression one of amusement and excitement. Lizza took a deep breath, feeling the heat of his gaze on her, and wrote her number with a shaking hand. She folded it tightly, feeling like a teenager passing a note in class. As she let it go, watching it fall into the pile of other hopeful connections, she couldn’t help but wonder who might pick it up. Would it be someone young and energetic, eager to learn from her experience? Or perhaps a mature soul looking for companionship and understanding? The possibilities were endless. After she dropped their folded the slip of fate into the bowl, both of them turned their attention to the drinks in front of them. The cool liquid was a welcome respite from the heat of the room and the nerves that danced in their stomachs. Soon enough, they fell into an easy conversation, sharing stories and fun they had. Ben told her about his conquests, the lafy at the clothing store and the ladies from burger shop and so on. Lizza listened with rapt attention, feeling a thrill of jealousy at the thought of him with other women, but also a strange sense of admiration. He was like a rockstar in the world of swinging. She realized that Ben’s confidence was not just for show; he had earned his reputation. Time passed quickly as they chatted, the minutes slipping by like sand through an hourglass, each one carrying them closer to their potential rendezvous. People who come and go shared gentle smiles at them, but none of them seemed to be looking for what Ben and Lizza were offering.

As the night grew later, the crowd grew more daring, the music louder, and the lights dimmer. The energy of the room began to pulse with a seductive rhythm, the air thick with pheromones and whispers of desire. Lizza felt a shiver run down her spine as she took in the scene. Ben leaned closer to her, his breath warm against her ear. “Look into their eyes, Lizz,” he whispered, “Don’t just look randomly, see the people. Connect with them.” She nodded, taking a sip of her drink to steady her nerves. As she scanned the room, she made a conscious effort to meet the gazes of the young men that passed by. Some looked away shyly, others with a spark of curiosity. It was a strange dance of glances and smiles, a silent negotiation of want and need. And then, she saw them.

Unfortunately, as the night progressed, Lizza couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness as she watched the other couples around them receiving whispers and glances. She felt the excitement of the evening start to wane, like a candle burning too quickly. Ben noticed the shift in her demeanor and leaned in, his voice low and soothing. “Don’t worry, Lizz,” he murmured, his hand brushing against hers on the bar, “Sometimes it takes a while for the right people to connect.” But his words did little to ease her disappointment. “Shall we go for a walk?” she suggested, her voice laced with defeat. Ben nodded, understanding the unspoken rejection. They made their way through the crowd, the music’s bass line pulsing against their chests as they stepped outside into the cool evening air.

The moment they stepped onto the pavement, the music’s volume dropped significantly, and Lizza took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in her chest ease. The night was alive with the sounds of distant laughter and the hum of city life, a stark contrast to the muted whispers and sultry music they’d left behind. “It’s okay, Lizz,” Ben said, his hand finding hers as they strolled away from the pub, “These things can’t always be forced. We’ll come back again, maybe next weekend, and see what this place has in store for us.” His words brought a small smile to her lips. She squeezed his hand gratefully, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. “You know,” she said, looking up at him, “I’m just a shop manager. I can’t believe you’d take someone like me to a place like this.” Ben’s smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re not just ‘someone,’ Lizz. “We know each other for years,” he reminded her, his voice gentle, “You’ve always been more than just a cashier to me. You’re kind, witty, and absolutely an energetic person. Besides,” he winked, “I think we make a pretty good fake couple.” “Ha ha,” she chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through her body. “But seriously, Ben you are rich and charming, you can have anyone you want.” Ben gently smiled at her, and said, “Wait for the day, Liza, when someone calls you beautiful and more.” The words hung in the air, filled with a promise she hadn’t dared to hope for.

As they approached his Lamborghini, the sleek beast of a car gleaming under the streetlights, Lizza heard a voice call out from behind them. She turned to see a young man in his late twenties, wearing a light blue shirt and dark jeans, his smile as bright as the neon lights from the pub’s sign. “Excuse me,” he called, his steps quick and sure as he approached. “Are you two here for a good time?” His eyes fell on Lizza and lingered there, his expression one of genuine admiration. “You’re absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. Lizza felt her cheeks flush, the compliment a balm to her bruised ego. Ben looked at her, his eyebrows raised in question. She shrugged, feeling a sudden thrill. “Could be,” she replied, her voice playful, “My name’s Robin,” he said, holding out his hand.

She could feel his cold hand, the tremble of his excitement mirroring her own. Lizza’s heart raced as Robin looked into her eyes, the promise of an exciting night reflected in his gaze. But then she remembered why they were here, the agreement she had made with Ben, and she gently pulled her hand away. She wanted to hold that hand longer, to explore the connection that seemed to spark between them, but she knew that wasn’t the full story they were looking for. “Robin,” she began, her voice steady despite the racing thoughts in her head, “My husband and I are actually looking for a couple.”

The young man’s smile didn’t waver, he kept his gaze on Lizza, Lizza looked exactly what Robin was searching for, a mature and charming woman. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. “Ah, yes. Sorry for the confusion,” Robin said, his voice still brimming with excitement, “my wife Vivian is actually over there.” He gestured towards a sleek, black Volkswagen Golf parked under a solitary streetlight a few cars down. “I’ll go get her.” He turned and jogged back, his footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet street. Lizza’s looked at Ben with wide eyes, a mix of excitement and nervousness. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ben took a moment to consider, then gave her a firm nod. “Looks like he wants to learn from an experienced woman,” he said, his voice filled with excitement, “Are you ready for that kind of fun?” Lizza’s heart hammered in her chest as she nodded, her coy smile growing. “Yes Ben, I was hoping for this,” she whispered, her eyes shining with anticipation. Robin returned, leading a gorgeous blonde woman by the hand. Vivi’s curves were as mesmerizing as Lizza’s, but she had a youthful glow that was impossible to ignore. She wore an embroidered top that barely covered her full thighs and left little to the imagination, and her wide smile was as infectious as her husband’s.

“Vivi, this is Lizza,” Robin said, gesturing to the woman by his side. Lizza offered her hand with a warm smile, and Vivi took it, her grip firm yet gentle. “Ben,” Ben said, his voice deep and resonant, feeling the softness of Vivi’s hand, like cotton against his palm. The connection was instant, a silent understanding that this is what they all craved. “We were uni sweethearts,” Robin explained, his eyes never leaving Lizza. “We got married right after graduation.” He paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to Vivi. “But after a few years, we realized we needed more. More experiences, more… variety.” Her voice trailed off, but the meaning was clear. Ben nodded, his gaze shifting to Vivi. “We’ve been looking for an older couple for a while now,” she said, her voice like honey, dripping with desire. “Someone who’s been around the block, knows what they’re doing.”

Vivi’s eyes locked onto Ben’s car, the massive black tyres gleaming in the streetlight. Her gaze lingering on the sleek lines of the Lamborghini. It was a beacon of power and wealth, and Ben knew it was a sign that she was interested in what he had to offer. “Why don’t we take this conversation back to our place?” Ben suggested, his voice as smooth as the leather interior of the car. The couple looked at each other, the tension between them palpable. They nodded in agreement, the excitement in their eyes unmistakable. Ben could see Vivi’s heartbeat quickening through her top, the delicate fabric hiding the peaks of her ample breasts.

“We shall follow your car,” Robin said, his eyes glued to the sleek lines of Ben’s Lamborghini. Vivi nodded in eager agreement, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ben and Lizza climbed into the luxurious vehicle, the scent of leather and wealth enveloping them as they pulled away from the curb. Ben started the engine, and the car’s purr seemed to echo their anticipation. On the long drive to his mansion, Ben couldn’t help but ask Lizza, “So, what do you think of our potential new friends?” Lizza’s smile grew wicked, her eyes flickering to the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of their car. “I think she’s quite the catch,” Lizza said, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, “Her breasts are absolutely luscious, and that ass…” She trailed off. “You could spend a full night with just her,” she teased, her eyes dancing with excitement. Ben chuckled, feeling the beginnings of arousal stir within him.

Soon, they approached the towering gates of his mansion, the wrought-iron monoliths standing tall and proud, gleaming under the moonlight. The gates swung open automatically, revealing the long, winding driveway leading up to the grand estate. Lizza couldn’t contain her gasp. “Is this where you live, Ben?” she breathed, her eyes wide with amazement. Ben shot her a knowing smile. “Remember, Lizz,” he said with a chuckle, “Tonight, we’re a married couple. Don’t go all touristy on me.” He gave her a quick wink before turning his attention back to the road. “Just play along,” he whispered, his voice filled with the excitement of the impending evening. Ben told her about the different wings of the mansion, the dressing rooms that stocked with various outfits, and the hidden nooks that were perfect for discrete encounters. He spoke of the secret passageways and the soundproofed walls, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur as he painted a picture of the evening’s potential.

Robin and Vivi’s eyes grew wider as they followed the Lamborghini into the mansion’s driveway. The house was a modern-day castle, sprawling over acres of manicured lawns and lush gardens, the windows glinting with the promise of a wild night ahead. The cars pulled to a stop in front of the grand entrance, their engines purring in harmony before falling silent. They all stepped out, the sound of their shoes on the cobblestone echoing through the night. Ben took the lead, striding up to the massive oak door with an air of ownership. With a dramatic flourish, he unlocked it and pushed it open, revealing a cavernous entryway with a crystal chandelier that cast a warm, inviting glow. The lights flickered to life as they entered, illuminating the opulent living room with its high ceilings and walls adorned with expensive art.

As they made their way to the sofa, Robin couldn’t help but ask, “What do you do for a living, Ben?” Ben leaned back into the plush cushions, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa, “Real estate, mostly,” he replied with a casual wave of his hand, “And a bit of export on the side. Fruit concentrates, you know, from my apple orchard.” He winked at Lizza, who nodded knowingly. She got up from her chair, her voluptuous figure moving with surprising grace, and disappeared into one of the mansion’s many bedrooms. Soon she emerged wearing a white, almost translucent nightgown that clung to her curves and made her look at least a decade younger. Her ample cleavage was on display, and the fabric danced around her thighs as she walked. After sometime, she re-entered the living room, the clinking sound of glasses announcing her approach. She carried a tray filled with four tall, icy drinks, each garnished with a slice of pineapple and a cherry. The fruit concentrate glowed a deep red in the dim light, hinting at the excitement to come. When she bent to serve, Robin couldn’t help but stare at the way the nightgown clung to her curves. It was clear that she had the kind of beauty that only mature women possess — a perfect MILF, as the young ones say. Ben took one glass and handed it to Vivi, who took a sip with a nod of thanks. “Never knew apple concentrate could be so… interesting,” she murmured, her eyes flicking to Ben’s knowing smile. Robin took his drink, his gaze lingering on Lizza’s massive thighs as she sat on the arm of the sofa, one leg crossed over the other.

Lizza leaned in, her curiosity piqued. “So, you two have been coming here often?” she asked, her voice laden with a hint of playful accusation. Vivi giggled, a sound that was as sweet as the apple in her glass. “We’ve been looking for a while,” she admitted, “But it’s not easy finding the right kind of couple.” Robin nodded in agreement, his eyes dark with desire.

“Why an older couple?” Lizza pressed, her own past experiences whispering through her mind. Vivi took a deep breath, setting her tumbler down with a gentle clink. “Well,” she began, his eyes gazing lizza and Ben, “Robin and I were friends in college, and I was seeing this older professor at that time. And Robin had this thing for a senior. But we had this crazy connection, you know?” She looked at Robin, and he nodded in silent support. “We figured if we got married, we could keep exploring our tastes without hurting each other. And we’ve been looking for that… extra spice ever since.” Then Robin spoke up, “We’ve been to a few pubs, checked out some swinger sites, but never found the right fit.” Lizza leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Which site?” she asked, her voice a seductive purr. “Ah, let me show you,” Robin said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves as he pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen, and Lizza watched as he navigated to a familiar page. “It’s this one,” he said, turning the phone so she could see. Her eyes widened as she recognized the layout. “That’s the same one I’ve been using!” she exclaimed. Lizza couldn’t believe the coincidence. She slid from the armrest and walked towards Robin, sitting beside him close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body. “Type in my name,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. Robin did as she asked, his thumbs moving deftly over the screen. A profile popped up with a picture of an eagle tattoo. Robin looked up at her, his eyes wide with amazement.

“Is that your profile?” he asked, his voice thick with excitement. Lizza nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “And with that tattoo,” she said, standing up and striking a pose, “Where do you think it is?” She asked, gesturing to her body like it was a canvas waiting to be explored. Robin felt his cheeks warm as he took a sip of his drink, trying to hide his nervousness. “It’s a game,” she whispered, “I’ll tell you if you’re getting hot or cold.” Robin took a deep breath, setting his glass down. He whispered something so faintly that Lizza had to lean in to hear him. She frowned, her hand on her hip. “What was that, dear?” she teased, “I can’t quite make it out. Point your finger and say it louder.” He pointed his index finger at her, starting at her shoulder, and said “Shoulder?” His voice was tentative, unsure of what he was doing. Lizza giggled, “Cold, darling. Keep going.” Vivi watched the exchange with a knowing smile, her eyes glued to the way her husband’s finger moved down Lizza’s body. Pointing at her neck, Robin’s voice grew bolder. “Neck?” Lizza’s eyes narrowed playfully, “Colder,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. “Keep guessing.” Robin took a deep breath and pointed to her chest, his voice steady now. “Breast?” Lizza’s smile grew, “Oh….Colder,” she said, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. Ben chuckled, watching the two of them, feeling his own arousal growing as he took in the sight of Vivi’s full, ripe breasts moving with every breath she took. Robin’s finger moved lower, his eyes on her navel. “Belly button?” he said, his voice a mix of hope and desire. “Mmmm……warmer,” Lizza purred, her own body responding to the game.

The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of desire and anticipation. Vivi’s hand slid down to her own belly button, her eyes on Lizza’s, and she whispered, “Warmer.” Lizza stepped closer with a smile and said “So close, darling, but still not quite there.” His hand hovered over her body, his eyes searching hers for permission. She gave a slight nod, and he moved his finger lower, to the waist. “Here” he whispered. “Hot,” Lizza murmured, her eyes darkening with excitement. She stepped closer to Robin, he could feel the soft fabric of her nightgown brushing against his arm, and the scent of roses grew stronger, intoxicating him. Robin felt happy that he had answered correctly, finally. He looked at Ben and Vivi, their expressions mirroring his excitement. With a playful wink, Lizza asked him, “Don’t you want to make sure you’re right?” Robin’s mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He nodded, unable to find his voice. Lizza looked at Ben, her eyes shimmering with mischief. Lizza moved her hand to the hem of her gown. She lifted it slowly, the fabric sliding over her skin like a lover’s caress, revealing the eagle tattoo that marked her as the woman they’d been searching for. The eagle’s wings spread below her belly button, the tail feathers disappearing beneath the waistband of her pink lace panties.

Vivi’s breath hitched as she saw the tattoo. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s not just beautiful,” Ben’s voice was low and commanding, “It’s a symbol of her desires. A map to her hidden treasures.” He gestured for Vivi to join him on the sofa, his eyes never leaving hers. She complied, crossing the room in a daze. As she sat, her short white gown rode up, exposing her thighs, and she felt the heat from Ben’s gaze as he took in the sight. He whispered something into her ear, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of apple. Vivi’s cheeks flushed, and she looked at Robin. Vivi’s playful voice cut through the thick silence. “Ben says there’s a tradition here. If you find the eagle, you have to kiss it.” She bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Robin turned his head to Vivi with shock, then looked Lizza’s way, his gaze lingering on the tattoo. Lizza’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched the young man process the situation. “Go ahead,” she encouraged him playfully. He leaned forward, his hand trembling slightly as he reached out to trace the outline of the eagle’s wings with his index finger. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and Lizza felt a thrill run through her. She watched him, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, her eyes never leaving his. Then, as if he couldn’t resist the siren’s call any longer, Robin leaned down and kissed the tattoo, right on top of the waistband of her panties. Lizza gasped, a soft sound of surprise and pleasure that seemed to resonate through the room. His lips were soft, tentative, and she felt the warmth of his breath against her skin. She looked up to see Ben watching them. Ben smiled, a knowing look in his eyes that said he knew exactly what she was feeling.

The air in the room grew thick with desire as Robin sat back, a look of newfound confidence on his face. He glanced around the room, his gaze settling on Vivi and Ben. Lizza stepped closer to Vivi, her hand sliding around the young woman’s shoulder. “Your turn,” she whispered, her breath hot against Vivi’s ear. Her eyes widened, and she nodded, her own curiosity piqued. Lizza took Ben’s hand and pulls him to stand in front of Vivi. “There’s a small circle on Ben that I want you to find,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “You just have to point to it.” Vivi nodded, her heart racing as she studied Ben’s body. Lizza came back and sat with Robin. Vivi’s eyes scanned Ben. Robin watched them, his hand slowly making its way up Lizza’s thigh. She whispered without even looking at him, “You can place your hands wherever you want.” The words sent a jolt of electricity through Robin’s body, and he felt his cock stir in his pants. He leaned in closer to Lizza, his hand moving higher, feeling the warmth of her skin.

Vivi took a deep breath, her hand hovering over Ben’s chest. “Is it here?” Liken an ironman’s chest plate,” she asked, her finger tracing an invisible circle over his skin. Lizza chuckled, watching the playful exchange with a knowing smile. “Cold. I don’t have any tattoos, love,” Ben said, his voice filled with amusement. Vivi’s eyes searched his body, the tension in the room building. “Then, what about… here?” she whispered, her finger moving to his nipples. “Do you have circle rings on them?” Ben gently smiled, his gaze meeting Vivi’s. “No tattoos, no rings, I’m afraid it is cold again,” he said, his voice a gentle tease. Vivi’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she took another sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass. Looking at Lizza, Vivi pleaded, “Can I get a clue?” Lizza leaned in and whispered something in Robin’s ear, her breath hot against his skin. He looked at her in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. Lizza giggled at his expression. Robin turned to Vivi and said “It’s not a tattoo, it’s not a ring……” he said, his voice low and filled with naughtiness he didn’t fully understand, “It’s something natural that…..appears and then goes away.” He made a face, his brows furrowed in mock confusion. But Vivi was clever enough to understand it now. Her eyes became wide. She looked at Ben and bit her lips.

The finger that had been playing with the idea of the invisible tattoo and nip rings, now made a slow descent down Ben’s torso, tracing a line over his abs and coming to rest right at the area of his cock. She held her breath, her eyes locked onto his. Ben’s smile grew wider, his eyes dark with lust. “Mrs. Lizza is quite the trickster,” he said, his voice a low growl. Lizza’s smile was wicked. “You found it,” Lizza said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Why don’t you show her the proof, Ben?” With a flourish, Ben unbuckled his belt, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft sound that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes never left Vivi’s, a silent challenge. He pulled his zipper down, his erection straining against the fabric of his trousers. Vivi’s eyes grew wide as she watched him, her hand moving to her own breasts, her breath coming in quick gasps. Robin seemed confused for a moment before Lizza leaned in and whispered into his ear “We were talking about precum, darling. The wet spot that appears when a man is really excited.” Robin’s eyes grew wide, his cheeks flushing as he realized the implication. “Your wife is quite the naughty little slut, isn’t she?” Lizza whispered, her voice filled with admiration. Robin now looked at her in a different angle. This was what they were looking for. A different experience from an experienced couple. They knew how to play the game wonderfully, he thought to himself.

Those who knew Ben were well aware of the sweet treat he had to offer, a cock that could satisfy even the most insatiable of appetites. It was a legend among the women in his contacts, a beacon of desire that promised a taste of something truly unique. Now, Vivi had found the fabled wet spot, not just a mere dampness, but a glistening pool of precum that had seeped through the fabric of his white boxer. The sight of it made her mouth water, her own excitement building as she stared at the evidence of his arousal. The spot was massive, a testament to Ben’s prowess and the depth of his desires. Lizza watched with a knowing smile, her hand on Robin’s shoulder, feeling the tension in his body. Lizza said “There’s a rule…”, but before she could finish, Vivi spoke up. “Whoever finds the wet spot, has to kiss it,” she said, her voice a siren’s call that seemed to make the room temperature rise by a few degrees. The young wife looked up at Ben with a coy smile, her eyes fluttering shut. She slowly slid off the couch, her knees hitting the plush carpet with a soft thud. She leaned in closer to him. She took a deep breath, the scent of his arousal filling her nose, making her pulse race. With a grace that belied her excitement, she pressed her face to Ben’s crotch, her soft lips finding the spot. The fabric was wet and warm, and she kissed it with a passion that surprised even her. Robin watched, his heart racing, his cock straining against his pants. It was like watching an adult film, but this was real, and it was happening right in front of him.

Vivi pulled her head back, her eyes still closed, her smile a picture of pure, unbridled lust. Her lips slightly wet with Ben’s precum, a tantalizing sight that made Lizza’s own mouth water. Then, with a dramatic flair that seemed to suck the air out of the room, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Ben, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Lizza stepped closer to Robin, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingertips grazing the bulge in his trousers. She whispered in his ear, “Oh my eagle,” her voice thick with desire. Robin followed her gaze, his eyes widening as he looked down to the place where he saw the tattoo. Lizza’s words seemed to be a secret code, a declaration of intent that sent a thrill through him. “My eagle is getting wet,” she murmured, her breath hot and heavy against his skin. “I think i am going to make someone mad tonight, when you move your head between my thick thighs,” Lizza said, looking at Robin’s wife with a glint in her eye. Lizza wanted to poke the bear, stir the pot, see just how wild this night could get. Vivi’s reaction was everything she had hoped for. Looking at Lizza, Vivi stood up from her knees, a naughty glint in her own eyes. “I’ve got this little habit,” she told Ben, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through the room. “When I’m feeling extra submissive,” she continued, turning her head towards Lizza, “I like to call someone ‘daddy’.” She emphasized the last word, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Lizza knew she had her hooked. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment she knew the night was going to get interesting. Ben smiled, seeing the heat in the room. Vivi’s heartbeat was racing, and she could feel the anticipation building in her core. “You know what I adore most?” she asked Ben, her eyes never leaving Lizza’s. “When you take control of me,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “When you tell me exactly what to do with this mouth,” she continued, her thumb tracing her lower lip. “It makes me feel so alive,” she finished, her eyes locked on Lizza’s, challenging her to match her own boldness.

Lizza turned to Robin with a knowing smile, her hand squeezing his butts. “Tonight,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper, “I’m going to show you what a mature woman can offer. It’s an experience you’ll be eager to share with your little kitten.” She glanced over her shoulder at Vivi, who was watching them with a mix of curiosity and excitement. “You see,” she continued, “your wife will be thinking about me for days, craving the experience of a woman who’s seen more than a few summers.” Robin felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of the heat building within him. Vivi couldn’t resist the urge to join in the playful banter. She leaned in closer to Ben, her hand sliding along his waist. “And I,” she said with a naughty twinkle in her eye, “am going to give your husband a night filled with the sweetness of my youth and the curves that he’s only ever dreamed of.” She rubbed her hands over his bulge, her voice dropping to a sultry purr, “I’m going to give him a blowjob so smooth, so tantalizing, it’ll make his toes curl.” The words hung in the air, thick with desire. “And when your husband is deep inside me,” she looked at Lizza, her voice dripping with promise, “you’ll know that I’m the one who truly knows how to make a man like Ben feel alive.” Lizza still looked more confident, squeezes Robin’s hand, her nails digging into his flesh just enough to make him shiver with anticipation. She winks at Vivi as she tugs him away, her nightgown revealing her bare, thick legs as they climbed the spiral stairs to the second floor which was dimly lit. The anticipation was almost too much to handle.

As they reached the landing, Lizza stopped abruptly, her hand slipping into her own gown. With a quick, deliberate movement, she pulled her panties down, ripping the delicate fabric on the sharp edge of a step. Robin’s eyes widened in shock, and she handed them to him with a playful smile. “A souvenir,” she said, her voice low and sultry. He took them, the dampness of her arousal immediately noticeable. He brought them to his face, inhaling her scent deeply. The fabric was wet, soaking with her juices, and he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. She took his hand, leading him up the last two steps and she asked him “Are you sure you want to do this?” Robin nodded quickly, his breathing shallow and erratic. He knew he was crossing a line, but the excitement was too much to resist. With a knowing smile, she tapped his nose. “Your wife is going to be so jealous when she finds out what I’m going to give you tonight,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call that seemed to echo through the hallway. Then, with a flourish, she pulled the knot of her nightgown, and it fell in a quick flow over her naked body, revealing her lush curves and the tattoo that had started this whole adventure. Robin felt his mouth go dry as he took in the sight of her. She turned and strutted down the hallway, her bare ass wiggling with each step. Robin followed, his eyes glued to the sight, his cock hard and pulsing in his pants.

After a moment of nervous anticipation, Vivi found the courage to follow Lizza and Robin up the spiral stairs. Her heart raced with every step, each echo bouncing off the grand walls of Ben’s mansion. Ben hand a knowing smile and followed closely behind, his eyes appreciating Vivi every movement. On the way he casually removed his t-shirt, revealing his tanned, muscular chest that defied his age. He dropped it on the stairs, leaving a trail of discarded clothing that only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment. Towards the top, Vivi noticed Lizza’s nightgown lying in a soft heap. She knew the evening was about to take a turn she had only dreamed of. Vivi continued down the dimly lit hallway, her breath hitching as she saw Robin’s shirt and jeans strewn carelessly on the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. She could feel the heat emanating from the room ahead, the air thick with the scent of desire and excitement. And then she stopped in her tracks, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. Lizza was leaning against the wall, her voluptuous body on full display, a living, breathing, erotic statue. Robin knelt before her, his head buried between her thick thighs, his hands wrapping around her ample hips. They were so entwined that they looked like they were carved from the same marble, a modern-day depiction of ancient passion. She has such a large pussy that Robin’s nose was nestled in it, his mouth working fervently on her swollen clit. The sight was mesmerizing, and Vivi felt a rush of wetness between her own legs. Robin was so lost in the moment, so focused on pleasuring Lizza, that he didn’t even notice Vivi or Ben standing there, watching him with a mix of envy and awe.

Lizza looked up, her eyes locking with Vivi’s. The older woman’s eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, her pupils dilated with lust. She reached out a hand, beckoning Vivi closer. She stepped forward, her hand moving to rest on one of her own rising breasts, the fabric of her gown slipping slightly to reveal the soft, pale flesh beneath. Lizza smioed at Vivi snd she deliberately moved her lower hips, her wet pussy rubbing against Robin’s face. The sound was obscene, a wet, smacking noise that seemed to echo through the corridor. Robin’s hands tightened on her hips, his movements growing more urgent. Vivi could see the muscles in his back tense and release as he worked to give Lizza pleasure. Her own body was a symphony of sensations now, her nipples tight and sensitive, her clit pulsing with every beat of her heart. Ben stepped closer, his hand sliding around Vivi’s waist. She could feel the heat from his erection pressing against her, the wetness of his precum seeping through the fabric of his trousers. He whispered something in her ear. “Welcome to the joy of swing.”

Vivi gasped, the sight of Robin lost in Lizza’s embrace stirring something primal within her. Her own body begged for attention, her skin feeling electric with need. She turned to Ben, her eyes smoldering with desire. He stood there, his white boxer showcasing the outline of his substantial manhood, which was already making its presence known. The eroticism of the scene before her had accelerated her own lust to unbearable heights. With a breathless “Yes…” she pulled the knot of her pink gown, letting the fabric cascade to the floor in a whisper of silk. The room grew hotter as she revealed herself to him in nothing but a matching set of white lingerie that hugged her curves like a second skin. In a frenzied hurry, she shed the final barriers between them, her bra and panties joining her gown on the floor. She knelt before Ben, her breasts heaving, her body on display like a young seductress eager to please. She moved her hair behind her ears, her gaze never leaving his package right in front of her. She pulled his boxers down in one swift motion, but Ben’s cock was so thick and hard it didn’t go down easily. The boxer got stuck on his hips, stretching the fabric to its limits before finally snapping free with a wet smack. The force of his erection bobbed up and down and drops of precum spattered on her cheeks and as far as Lizza’s eyes. Lizza, who was still being serviced by Robin, couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative murmur of the word “fuck” at the sight of Ben’s manhood. Vivi took a moment to appreciate the sheer size of Ben’s cock. She always had a penchant for older men, their experience and authority a heady aphrodisiac she craved. But she never imagined she would find one with such an impressive size. Without wasting another moment, she crashed her face into his crotch, her mouth eager to taste the precum that glistened on the tip.

Ben’s hands rested lightly on Vivi’s head, guiding her movements. Ben with a gentle smile looked at Lizza as she shared a flying kiss with him, while Robin’s tongue danced around her clit. Then Lizza asked Robin to pull away. Robin, his face flushed from his efforts to please Lizza, slowly lifted his head. He shifted her leg from his shoulder, placing it gently on the floor. Suddenly Robin’s noticed Ben and Vivi. The view was indeed like a magazine photoshoot. Viewing Vivi from the back, Robin felt a sense of arousal that he hadn’t felt before. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, her back arched as she took Ben into her mouth. Her ass swayed gently, the cheeks full and firm. The sight was surreal, like a fantasy he had been harboring for a long time. He had thought about this moment, of seeing Vivi with an old man. But now that it was unfolding before his eyes, he was torn between jealousy and excitement. Lizza, noticing his gaze, bent down to Robin’s ear, her breath hot and ragged from her own building climax. “Do you like what you see?” she whispered, her voice filled with mischief.

Robin nodded, unable to form coherent words. His eyes never left Vivi’s movements. Lizza’s hand trailed down his chest, coming to rest on the wetness of his own arousal. “Your lovely wife is enjoying someone else’s thick cock,” she said, her voice a purr. “Did someone else ever get to enjoy your sweetness?” Robin felt a spike of jealousy, but also an intense thrill. He never had anyone other than Vivi tasted him like that. He nodded, confirming that Vivi was the only one to ever enjoyed his cock. “Then Ben’s wife is here” Lizza said, her index finger pointing at herself with a smug look, “Can I help you empty your precum?” Robin felt a jolt of excitement at the thought of Lizza taking him in her mouth. He watched as she sauntered away, her hips swinging with a confidence that was almost mesmerizing. He followed her into the bedroom, his eyes never leaving the sway of her ass.Then one more time, he glanced back at Vivi. This time she adjusted her hair and revealed her face. Vivi’s eyes were closed in pleasure, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked Ben’s cock like it was a thick milkshake straw, her cheeks flushed. Robin’s cock twitched at the sight, his own desire growing more intense by the second. Then he turned towards the room where Lizza had disappeared. The dim light cast an ethereal glow, and he could make out her silhouette standing on her knees on the edge of the bed, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She beckoned him with a single, curled finger, a gesture that sent his pulse racing. Robin walked towards her, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt like he was in a dream, one where all his desires were about to come true. Lizza watched him approach, her eyes gleaming with mischief. He approached near the bed. “Now you see, darling,” she purred, “my husband is busy with your lovely wife. And I’m here, all alone.” She licked her lips, her tongue sliding over her teeth in a gesture that was both seductive and predatory. “My craving for a young, hard cock is insatiable. Are you going to help a lonely, horny woman out?” The moment Robin nodded, she grabbed his cock with a firm grip. Her mouth was on him before he could gasp, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Robin groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she worked her magic. She knew exactly how to suck a man off, her skills honed by years of experience. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his hips bucking involuntarily. “That’s it,” she murmured around his cock, her hand stroking him in time with her mouth.

In the hallway, the air was thick with the scent of sex and the sound of Vivi’s eager sucking. She pulled away from Ben’s cock, a sheen of saliva connecting them. “My husband usually cums by now.” She took a deep breath, her cheeks flushed with the effort of containing her laughter. “But you…. you’re like a bottomless pit of precum.” Ben’s eyes twinkled and he lifted her to her feet, holding her shoulder. “Emptying my balls isn’t so easy, young one.” He whispered, his voice filled with confidence and a hint of challenge. She looked into his eyes, a playful smirk curling her lips. “Teach me, Daddy,” she said, the term rolling off her tongue with surprising ease.

“Before we proceed,” Ben murmured, “I want you to see what your husband is up to.” Vivi’s eyes grew wide with curiosity as she walked towards the open bedroom door. The sight that greeted her was nothing short of electrifying. Robin, her college sweetheart, was was standing near the king size bed, his eyes closed, face a mask of pure ecstasy as Lizza, the mature blonde, sucked his cock with a fervor that seemed to have no bounds. Vivi felt a thrill of jealousy mixed with arousal, watching her husband’s cock disappear and reappear with each eager bob of Lizza’s head. The sound of Robin’s moans filled the room, and she knew he was enjoying every second of it. Lizza saw her approaching and, with a seductive smile, she pulled back, her lips glistening with Robin’s precum. She sucked on her fingers, looking up at Vivi, her eyes smoldering with lust. “You are so delicious,” she purred, her voice thick with desire. “Your wife is missing out on such a treat.” Then she leaned back on the bed, her legs spread wide, revealing her mature, pink pussy to the world. Vivi’s eyes widened at the sight of it, so different from her own, yet so alluring in its own right. Robin with a quick, almost animalistic move, climbed onto the bed and plunged his cock into Lizza, her moan echoing through the room. Ben took this as his cue and stepped closer to Vivi, his cock brushing against her ass cheeks. She reached back, her hand finding his shaft, and she began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel his precum smearing on her skin, making her even wetter than she already was. Lizza’s eyes never left Vivi’s as she watched Ben’s cock get closer and closer to her. “Fuck my mature pussy,” she instructed Robin, her voice a mix of command and seduction. “Go deeper than you ever have with your little kitten.” At this moment Vivi walked closer to Robin and held her hand on Robin’s shoulder. He opened his eyes, looking directly at her, and she could see the shock and excitement in them. She smiled and whispered “Enjoy Robin, tell me all about this later.” He nodded with a smile, and Vivi felt a strange sense of liberation wash over her. She released his shoulder and turned to Ben, her hips swaying slightly as she walked back to him. With a seductive smile, she leaned towards him and asked with pursed lips, “Do you like doggy?” Ben’s eyes lit up, and he pointed towards the next bedroom. She nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She bit her bottom lip, feeling a thrill of anticipation, and walked away, her ass wiggling deliberately with each step.

The next room was dimly lit. In the center stood a chair with a velvet wingback armchair, and Vivi knew exactly what Ben had in mind. She climbed onto it, her knees spread wide, her ass on full display. There was a big mirror on the wall where she could watch Ben approaching. His cock is thick and proud now, his body moving with the grace of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. He stepped behind her, and she felt the warmth of his precum slap against her ass cheeks. He drew a line with the tip of his cock from her ass crack to her pussy, and she shivered in anticipation. Vivi watched in the mirror as he positioned himself, her eyes locked on the reflection of them. She whispered, “Fuck me, Daddy,” the words coming out in a breathy moan. Ben chuckled and slapped her ass again before pushing into her with one firm stroke. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate his size. It was different from Robin’s, but oh so satisfying. Hus hands reached up to squeeze her breasts, the sensation of his squeeze adding to the pleasure building inside her. The chair creaked slightly under her weight, adding to the erotic ambiance of the room. After countless back and forth rides, Vivi felt her climax approaching. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight with need. She threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back, and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.” Ben’s eyes darkened, his movements becoming more urgent. With a final, deep thrust, he filled her with his hot cum, her pussy clenching around him. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room.

Around 4 am, the quiet whispers of the night were the only sounds that filled the vast mansion. Vivi awoke to the realization that the room was empty, the space next to her in the bed cold and untouched. The vivid memories of the night’s adventure played like a sultry film in her mind, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. She sat up, the softness of the luxurious sheets caressing her bare skin, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The scent of sex and the faint musk of their combined desire lingered in the air, a silent reminder of the passion that had been shared. With a sleepy yawn, she walked towards the en-suite bathroom, the plush carpet underfoot a stark contrast to the tiles. After a hot shower that did little to wash away the feeling of Ben’s touch, she wrapped herself in a soft, fluffy towel, the material kissing her curves. She walked out of the bathroom and into the walk-in closet, her eyes scanning the rows of clothes. Everything in that section was white, from the delicate lace of the nightgowns to the more practical sports bras. She chose the latter. It was a small white sports bra that she managed to fasten around her ample breasts, the tightness feeling surprisingly good.

Stepping back into the hallway, she wanted to check on Robin. She found him in the guest bedroom, sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling with deep, exhausted breaths. He looked so peaceful, the sheet barely covering his naked body. She smiled looking at him and walked back into the hallway, her bare feet making almost no sound on the cold marble floor. The dim light from the open door of the bedroom cast shadows across the hall, leading her to the soft glow of the kitchen. She followed the sound of clinking cups and the aroma of brewing coffee. Lizza was standing by the counter, wearing a black lace bra and panties that left little to the imagination. Her full breasts spilled over the top of the bra, and her hips swayed as she moved, the lace teasing the edges of her plump ass. Vivi felt a twinge of desire just watching her, remembering the way Lizza had moved and talked the night before. Vivi walked into the kitchen, and Lizza looked up with a knowing smile. “Wow, you look absolutely delicious,” Lizza said, looking at Vivi wearing white pair of tight sports bra and panties. She handed Vivi a steaming cup of coffee, and Vivi took a sip, the heat spreading through her body and dispelling the last traces of sleep.

“Have you checked on Robin?” Lizza asked, her voice low and sultry as she stirred a spoonful of sugar into her coffee. Vivi nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips as she thought of her husband’s peaceful slumber. “He’s out like a light,” she murmured, taking a sip of the steaming brew. “Haha, I’m not surprised,” Lizza chuckled. “I gave him quite the ride. That young cock of his….. energetic and delicious.” Vivi felt a warm blush creep up her neck, the memory of watching Robin with Lizza making her clit throb with renewed desire. “You’re a real MILF,” she said, using the term of endearment she had heard Lizza use earlier. Lizza’s eyes sparkled with mirth, and she leaned closer. “He’s really a MILF boy, isn’t he?” Vivi nodded, her own voice filled with a mix of pride and arousal. “I love guys like him,” Lizza continued, her voice a seductive purr. “They’re so eager to please, so eager to learn new things. By the way, how was Ben?” Vivi took a deep breath, her eyes glazing over with pleasure. “His cock…it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before,” she confessed.” Lizza leaned back against the counter, her own desire evident in her posture. “Mmmm…..tell me more,” she encouraged, taking a sip of her coffee. “His never-ending supply of precum…mmmmm” Vivi whispered, her voice filled with amazement. “It was so tasty, and the way he fucked me..and the way he talked dirty to me during doggy…it was incredible” Suddenly Ben’s deep, authoritative voice broke the intimate moment. Ben appeared in the kitchen, wrapping a towel around his waist. “I hope I’m not interrupting,” he said with a knowing smirk, water droplets still glistening on his chiseled chest and abs. Lizza raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on his towel-clad form. “Just sharing a little about our adventures,” she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. Ben chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he approached the counter. Looking at both women, he said, “Mmm…look at what we have here.” His gaze fell on the two women, both in their underwear, their bodies on display. “I was looking for some coffee,” Ben said, his voice dropping an octave. “But I think I found something much more interesting.” Lizza with a wink asked Ben, “Do you prefer your coffee with cream?” Ben’s smile grew wider. “Always,” he replied, his eyes traveling down to the women’s chests. “How about double cream?” Vivi asked him with a naughty smile and both women reached behind their backs, unclipping their bra straps with a swift, practiced motion. Their breasts spilled out, heavy and full, the pale white of their skin standing out against the black lace. “Double it is,” Ben murmured.