Wendy pushed forward and ran her tongue slowly over the entirety of Yara's vulva, parting her folds with her tongue to reveal the wet pink flesh within. Yara moaned and threw her head back as Wendy pushed forward again and flicked her tongue inside, Yara's eyes closing in absolute rapture.

"Mmm…oh, yes…" Brenda said as she witnessed her wife dutifully sink her head into Yara's lap. I felt a heat growing between Brenda and myself, but I couldn't take my eyes off Wendy and Yara. Even though I actually couldn't see much nudity, since Wendy's head was covering up Yara's pussy, it still felt more intimate and wild than if we were all naked.

Wendy stuck her tongue out and began licking and sucking on Yara's labia, her head moving slowly in and out as Yara groaned. "Oooh, Wendy, you are so…god…I fucking missed this, baby."

"And I missed you…" Wendy said.

Wendy looked up at Yara, and they stared at each other. It felt like I could see their souls intertwining as they shared the experience. Then, Wendy sunk down again, pushing her tongue deep inside Yara. Yara looked at me, her brows knitted, a cartoonishly wide grin on her face as she enjoyed Wendy's work.

"I forgot how fucking expressive you were during sex, Yara." Brenda said, "those movie star looks…god…I don't even have to look down to know Wendy is doing exactly what you need." Brenda touched her breast through the green fabric of her dress, the nipple standing out.

Yara laughed a little as Wendy ate her, looking down at her, Wendy's head bobbing up and down slightly. She looked at me with a mischievous grin on her face and said, "You think she's a good pussy eater, Vi?"

"She looks like she's an absolute expert…fuck…" I said, digging my thumb into my thigh.

"Mmm…Vi…" Brenda said, looking at my hand digging into my thigh and then down between my legs, her fingers on my wrist, "you're getting pretty hot and bothered watching my wife eat your friend's pussy, aren't you?"

"Mmm hmm…" I nodded, my heart rate probably reaching the low 500s.

“Do you want a little attention for yourself, too?” Brenda asked.

"I…" I said, and nodded again, the pressure in my head getting to be too much. "Yeah…but, um…is it OK to say I want to eat Wendy out?"

"Oh?" Brenda held my shoulders and kissed the crown of my head. "I could tell she was your type by how much your jaw hung open when you saw her. I get it." Brenda giggled.

I felt her hands wrap around me, one sliding down to my stomach, the other cupping my breast, squeezing gently, my nipple pressing into the heel of her hand through my dress. "Ohhh, god…"

"Do you mind if I get you warmed up a little before you eat my wife's delicious pussy?" Brenda cooed.