“Me first, Doc,” Mrs. B pouted. “I want to taste her, too.”

I closed my eyes, slipping a hand under the soft flap of my robe and dipping a finger between my swollen lips. Shivering when I touched my clit, I let my fingers stay there for a moment, nudging it a little.

“We can share,” Doc replied, his voice low.

I heard sucking sounds again and stepped out of my door and a little closer to theirs. The door was open just a little bit again and I could see them in the mirror. Mrs. B straddled his belly and he sucked greedily at her fingers.

Flushing, a heat spreading over my chest, I realized he was tasting my juices on her fingers. Curious, I lifted my own fingers to my mouth, sucking on them quietly. It was a musky tang that coated my throat when I swallowed. Is that what every woman tasted like? I wondered. Is that what Mrs. B tasted like? Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I was even thinking about it. I backed away from the door, determined to go take my bath and leave them their privacy.

“Do you really think she’ll do it?” I heard Doc ask. I stopped, closing my eyes.

“I think so,” Mrs. B replied, her voice muffled. I turned back to the door, leaning in to see her kneeling between his legs now, his cock moving in and out of her mouth.

Do what? I wondered, watching in fascination as he disappeared between her lips over and over. As she sucked him, I found myself aching to know what his cock felt like in my mouth. His hands moved in her hair, pressing her down further and further.

“God, I hope so!” He groaned as she came up on his cock, licking around the tip like an ice cream cone. My fingers found their way between my fleshy lips, searching for my aching clit and finding it. “Now that I’ve tasted that sweet little pussy, I want more.”

“You’ll have to settle for mine tonight,” she purred, moving up and straddling his face.