the other; the feeling of Chris pushing his stiff cock at my nightie and knickers, pushing the satin hard between my cheeks to prod at my sensitive anus; the sight of Wendy's satin covering her smooth, rippling body, moving seemingly with a life of its own - all these sensations bringing me to a pitch of excitement I hadn't thought possible.
It was Chris who saved me from coming there and then on the spot.
'Wendy, my darling. Would you like Patrick to rub his nightie against yours?'
Suddenly everything halted, as Wendy slid her bottom lip under her top teeth with a look of utter naughtiness shining in her eyes. She quickly withdrew her hands from their attentions of cock and nipple and wriggled flat onto the beds slippery surface, pulling down her nightie and smoothing it between her opening legs so that it clung to her every contour. It was a fantastically erotic sight, especially as she just lay there, satin sheathed spread legs shining silkily, looking expectantly up at me.
'Wendy likes to have someone lying between her legs wearing satin and pretending to make love to her. She likes the feeling of the two nighties' shiny sides slipping over each other.'
Then he whispered,
'Judging from how much she likes you, I can't see it being pretend for too long. Is that alright?'
His question sounded ludicrous to me. Oh God I was so horny. I just hoped I could hold back long enough; with the thought of the feel of our nighties together I was already almost coming in my French knickers.
'I- I, yes. Yes, of course. That's fine.'
My replies sounded equally silly.
I could hardly wait!
Chris helped me onto the bed, I suspected that he just wanted the excuse to touch my satin covered body again; my suspicions confirmed when I felt his hands stray over my bottom, his fingers finding their way down between my cheeks to rub my pouting bud with the glossy fabric aiding his lubrication.
Closing my eyes in near ecstasy, I positioned myself carefully between Wendy's splayed legs. I lowered myself against her, supporting myself on my hands. The feel of the satin bedspread sending tingles up and down my spine.
Then our two nighties slipped over one another.
The bedspread became a distant memory as the feel of the satins left me breathless as I began to mimic our lovemaking, pushing slowly up and then down. Wendy too was lost in the sex of our pretend act sliding her hands over my satin sheathed back, rubbing my satin and grinning with her eyes fixed on my nightie.
Oh, the loveliness of it. I could feel my knickers getting wetter and wetter and my rhythmic thrusts against Wendy speeded up. It was as though I were masturbating myself using her satin covered body, but looking down at her face, the fine sheen of perspiration just visible as she pushed against me, her teeth biting down on her lower lip, I knew we were both getting pleasure from this sliding, satin sex.
The faint chink of metal broke my concentration for a moment and I looked to the source of the sound. The noise came from Chris's loose belt as he stepped out of his trousers, the rest of his clothing quickly following. Wendy's tickling fingers drew my attention back to her and I sensed Chris pick up something from the bedside table then felt the bed rock gently as he joined us, kneeling behind me on top of the large four-poster. I could feel his hands reach
