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Angela stopped just before entering. She began to doubt again. Did they even actually expect her to come up here? They had to, they’ve led her on so much this evening. But was this really what she wanted? Gérard was her co-worker, this was highly unprofessional. But… There were so many times she looked at either of them and thought things that made her blush. Those thoughts would just continue and she could just be kicking herself for not acting on them when she had the chance. Plus, its been a while since she had a good fuck. With that line of reasoning Angela tentatively opened the door and stepped in.
The sight that greeted her was pleasant indeed. Amélie sat on the end of the bed with Gérard in between her spread legs, both of them already completely nude. It took a while for Angela to fully take in that last fact. Her eyes were immediately fixed on Amélies breasts, smaller then her own but still looking divine. Then her eyes moved down to Amélies crotch, any view of that which she desired was mostly covered By Gerard who was fully enjoying the taste of his wifes pussy in his mouth. Seeing that arousing action compensated Angela for the blockage of view. Then Amélie made eye contact. Angela blushed. But neither took any action, Amélie was content to let Angela simply watch for a few moments before finally speaking.
“Angela. How good of you to join us.”
Amélie said, ending the sentence with a soft moan as Gérard finished eating her out.
“Ah, good. You do want me to actually join you. I was… I AM nervous. I just..”
“Oh of course we want you here, I meant every enticing word at the dinner table.”
 Said Gerard with his distinctive thick French accent as he got up and approached Angela, Amélie just behind him. He continued speaking
“Now let’s get you out of these clothes. But, if you ever do want us to stop please tell us last thing we want is for you to feel uncomfortable”
“Without you wanting to be uncomfortable” Amélie finished.
Gerard slowly put his hands on Angelas side as Amelie circled around her and began to press against her back, her hands undoing Angela’s tidy ponytail letting her wheat colored hair fall free.
Angela’s shirt came off first, any chill negated by her being surrounded by the Lacroix’s. Angela still slightly blushed as her skin was revealed and looked down, blushing even more upon seeing Gérard’s cock. She had seen it before, once while operating on him after the mission on the Faroe Islands but seeing it erect was an entirely different thing.  She looked up and felt a slender hand on her shoulder guiding her to spin around. Angela was now staring at Amélie’s pleased, smirking face and felt her hands snake up Angela’s body to her breasts.
“Gérard, mon chou chou. Can you get the bra?”
Gérard was nearly about to pull down Angela’s pants but dutifully stopped to unclasp Angela’s bra giving his wife a wink over Angela’s shoulder before carrying on. Angela exhaled sharply as she felt the bra slide off. Amélie slowly, deliberately peeling it off at first then suddenly tossing it to the side. She giggled mischievously then bit her lip upon fully taking in the sight of Angela’s breasts. Angela stepped out of her pants as Amélie took one breast in each hand and fondled them. Rubbing and grabbing then gave a slight pinch on her nipples eliciting a moan from Angela. Followed shortly after by another moan, not due to Amélie. Gérard having done away with the pants swiftly moved onto Angela’s cream dyed panties but instead of removing them he stuck a hand into them softly rubbing and flicking Angela’s aroused clitoris occasionally moving part of a finger into her already wet cunt as his cock pushed up against her tailbone and backside. Amélie, then felt her husbands other hand reaching far and clasping itself firmly around one of her large buttocks.
 Angela was stuck between the two of them and she was loving it.
Amélie, noticing the hand down Angela’s panties, acted in kind. She took up one of Angela’s breasts in her hand and raised it up while bring her mouth down. Then clasping her mouth around the nipple, her mouth fully covering the areola, she began to tease it with her tongue, simple quick licks contrasted with a lengthy wet slobbering of her nipple. Amélie then raised the other breast and repeated going back and forth between the two mammeries at will. All while Gérard continued with his hand. Angela felt lost in sensation and it was only beginning. After a while Amélie stopped and spoke up.
“How about we go to the bed? Actually make love.”