Pt 1: A Sticky Ride
My wife Mandy and I could not wait to meet Hayley at the airport. We were so glad that we had talked her into sharing our West Coast hospitality. We kept waiting while the crowd from the plane came through arrivals, looking for the face we had never seen in person. The crowd stopped entirely and we were left wondering where Hayley had gotten to. Then we saw her coming alone through the gate, looking quite angry.
What's up?”, Mandy asked, “and where's your bags?”
Hayley scowled, “They managed to lose my bags on a non-stop flight. It seems that I am in British Columbia and my bags are in Colombia!. I have no clothes other than this business suit that I put on to get the upgrade to 1st class and that is not going to last me 2 weeks”.
My wife smiled.
“Don't worry. This just means that we are going to have to go clothes shopping!”
I added, “Because that business suit is not going to make it home, let alone two weeks!”
I opened up the plastic bag I had and showed her to tops of 8, one litre bottles of maple syrup that I had picked out to welcome Hayley to Canada. Hayley's mood instantly improved. We had a nice group hug and Hayley was especially pleased that Mandy took the extra effort to do a breast on nipple rub at the end of the hug. We each grabbed a hand of Hayley and led her out to the parking lot. In true West Coast style it was just finishing a heavy downpour so there were puddles everywhere and a light mist falling. Holding her hands tight, we led Hayley through the puddles on the walkway, forcing her to soak her soft black leather pumps in the gritty water. Hayley locked her elbows as we swung our arms and worked herself like a swing through the deepest puddle, dragging her toes on the rough pavement underwater and scratching the leather. The splashes ran up her lacy stocking and darkened the hem of the light grey skirt.
Mandy's blue suit pants were soaked on the Hayley side, as were my black pants. In the light mist, all our shoulders were getting wet and our hair was starting to look a little rough. Mandy suddenly turned around and let go of Hayley's hand in mid swing. This made her spin round anchored on me to the edge of the walkway. Mandy stepped forwards and seeing what she had planned, I let go of Hayley and applied a hand to her shoulders as Mandy pushed her butt. Hayley could not help but step forwards off the path into the freshly dug rainforest garden pond. Splut, splut, she went, up to both knees in the mossy earthwater. Her skirt hem was dragging heavily in the swamp as she struggled to stay upright. As she turned to face us, the look on Hayley's face as the goo soaked her feet and totally destroyed her shoes showed us that we were indeed going to have a great time.
Oh no, I lost my right shoe,” she said. With that, she stuck her right arm down deep into the mud and started feeling around for the absent footwear. Hayley's suit jacket hung open and the right side started soaking up the muddy mess.
“Ahh!" she exclaimed, and lifted up her missing shoe and tossed it on the walkway. Struggling upright again, she lurched up onto the walkway, dropping pats of mud from her skirt and half the jacket. Hayley started to shake off the clinging muck, but I stopped her, indicating I had a much better way to clean up. I pulled the ladies together with my arms, jamming Hayley's right side directly between Mandy's ample breasts. Mandy grabbed hold of Hayley and started wiping her blue suit jacket up and down Hayley's filthy arm. At the bottom of Mandy's slide, Hayley quickly slipped her coated hand down the front of Mandy's pants and wiped her hands up and down on Mandy's panties. Mandy's eyes bugged out at this, as did my crotch. I inserted my hands into the lubricant slime between the rubbing ladies, grabbed two hands and flipped up Hayley's skirt and dropped them down her own panties, followed by a playful smack to each cheek to seat the goo well up against her skin.
We were staring to get quite breathy and thought for a second and decided to get to the truck and home. The idea of three-way fun in the parking lot swamp looked just wonderful, but the airport police might have an entirely different idea. We scurried laughing to the truck. I opened the driver side but the passenger door was against a van and there was no way we could get in.
"Another good reason for a bench seat." proclaimed Mandy and she stepped up and slid across it. Hayley was next, leaving a sloppy trail across the seat. As she got settled, she draped her gooey arm over Mandy's shoulder for support and I slid up onto the freshly messed vinyl seat for the drive home. I passed the bag over to Mandy to hold while I paid for the parking and got on the highway. The parking attendant never even looked up from her Cosmo when she saw the soggy state of the bills I put in the tray.
Mandy opened up a bottle of syrup and upended it in Hayley's lap. Five hands (I had to have one on the wheel) started to massage the distinctive sweetness into the skirt. Hayley shuddered as the syrup saturated the garment and worked its way into her panties. Her pussy was getting lubricated by the syrup and by the actions of the hands rubbing it in. Hayley's one muddy hand was soon syrupy and the mud had mixed all in with the syrup. Mandy opened a second bottle and poured it over Hayley's head, matting down her hair and running down over her collar. Hayley could not wait any more and dumped the third bottle upside down inside her blouse and left it there to empty itself. Every twist in the road slid us a little sideways in the sticky seats. My nuts were dragging in syrup with every push on the pedals.
"Let's see if that bottle is empty," suggested my wife. She grabbed Hayley's blouse collar and pushed one side to me and pulled the other to her. ‘Ping, ping, splut, splod', went the first 4 buttons on the blouse. The white fabric had been saturated with syrup and had gone wonderfully transparent. ‘Darn, she's wearing a bra!” I said in mock disgust.
“Not for long” said my wife and she clipped the front of the bra with her handy nail scissors. The bra unfolded like a peeling banana and Hayley's shiny boobs were happily exposed. Mandy then started sucking on Hayley's breast. Hayley saw that the syrup bag was unguarded and in between attacks, was able to get a bottle and pour it over Mandy's back.
“Hey, you wrecked my favourite power suit!" protested Mandy.
“No, I didn't,” replied Hayley grabbing the near arm at the shoulder and pulling down. The jacket ripped at the stressed seam and separated a couple of inches down Mandy's arm.
"Now, I have!” she added.
Mandy grabbed the side split on Hayley's skirt and pulled it all the way up to the waistband. She then pulled the near empty syrup bottle from Hayley's hand and ripping a hole with her fingernails, jammed it in the side of the stockings and pushed it down to make a long torn run. She carefully tucked the bottle bottom into the hole and patted the slow flow of syrup down Hayley's shin.
I reached over and pulled Hayley's torn skirt front towards me, ripping a tear under the waistband and exposing her sodden panties. I started massaging the syrup into Hayley's crack, getting a really nice feel with a couple of fingers as I made sure it was going in. It was kind of hard to tell if there was more inbound lubricant or outbound, the way Hayley was panting.
Hayley had both hands on her breasts and was playing with her nipples as I worked her pussy over. Mandy reached in the glove box and pulled out a giant OH Henry chocolate bar. She carefully peeled it and then facing us, made like she was giving it head, working the melting chocolate onto her lips with every thrust. With me on her syrupy pussy, her own hands on her nipples and watching Mandy deep throat a chocolate bar, all after a long and frustrating day; Hayley was soon bucking with a deep satisfying orgasm. Her screams almost drowned out the engine and nearly pulled my arm so far over that I had to work hard to keep the steering wheel straight.
Mandy wanted to share more with Hayley, so as Hayley was still breathing hard, jammed the partly melted chocolate bar into her pussy and started working it like a dildo, in and out while rotating with her wrist to get a good spiralling action. I snuck a finger in and got a nice taster of syrup, woman-cum and chocolate all mixed together. Definitely something to hold me over till I got home.
Hayley slid round onto her knees on the slippery seat so that she was kneeling facing me, with her face in my lap and ass in Mandy's face. Mandy kept ploughing the slippery slot and play biting the lovely ass in her face. Hayley dove her hand into my pocket and jammed her nails through my pocket lining. Hunting around, she quickly found my erect cock.
“Would you mind slowing down for a second, Mandy, and passing me a bottle?” she asked. My wife saw what was going on and passed an opened bottle of syrup over. Hayley dumped that into my lap and pulled hard on my cock, ripping the pocket front open so that she could see her effect on me. Her hair dripped syrup in rivulets onto my cock as she contemplated it in her hands.
“Oh go ahead, give him head. I don't mind” piped up my wonderful wife. “As long as I am present when he is with another woman, it's OK”.
With this Hayley tore into my cock, working it with her lips and tongue while her hands where on my balls. Mandy opened up the last bottle of syrup. She carefully pulled the deformed chocolate bar from Hayley's stained crotch and pulling off the flip-top, gently slid the bottle into the pussy in its place. She started gently squeezing the bottle to flood her internals with syrup in time with her thrusts. Hayley was wiggling her ass in Mandy's face as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. The glistening asshole was so inviting, that gently Mandy started feeding the chocolate bar into it, checking to see if this was OK with Hayley every few millimetres. The way Hayley bucked back into her hand, it was clearly very, very OK.
Soon Mandy was double jamming Hayley in time with her gobbling of my cock. I was writhing my hips up off the bench, I was so close to cumming. Mandy could see this and switched up so that her chest was pushing the improvised dildos into Hayley, leaving her hands free. She reached into the door pocket and pulled out a wrapped Tim Horton's bag. Sneakily, she undid the bag and pulled out a Boston Cream donut. Just as I was about to cum, she palmed the donut and smeared the cream all over Hayley's head. Hayley pulled back in surprise at this wonderful new assault. This forced the syrup bottle up against Mandy's chest. The extra pressure compressed the bottle and expressed a big shot of syrup up inside Hayley. Hey body arced as her second orgasm hit.
This was more than any man could take and I promptly added my spooey shot to Hayley's face, dripping down from her eyebrows to her chin in four ropey strands. Hayley straightened up in her seat. Mandy and I both licked her wonderfully coated face clean as Hayley squiggled her bar filled ass on the seat while working the last of the bottle into her gaping snatch. As Hayley came for the third time, Mandy was so excited that she did as well. Two screaming hussies soaked with cum and slime in the cab of my truck nearly crashed me. Everyone calmed down for a bit and then Hayley started to giggle. We both looked at her, perplexed. She reached down in her panties and pulled out the remnants of the Oh Henry.
“Anyone want to split the last chocolate bar with me?” As we pulled into the driveway, I think it was our laughing that woke the old dog, rather than the truck.
It was going to be a good vacation indeed.
