Story 2 #3
He looked at Laura. He could see it in her eyes - she wanted this. He wondered how long she had lusted after Pete. Now, he thought, she could have what she wanted - and he could have what he wanted.
She seemed to understand what he was thinking from the expression on his face. She nodded slightly, a smile on her lips, and he nodded back.
Pete was watching them closely.
“Yes?” he said. He leaned in closer to Laura, their bodies touching, him leaning over her.
She turned to him.
“Yes,” she said softly, just loud enough for Mark to hear.
And that was it - that was all that Pete needed her to say.
He leaned in closer and started to kiss her. One of her hands went tentatively to the back of his head and held it there.
One of his hands went to her knee and then began to stroke her thigh, moving up, up, right to the point where her dress started and then resting there.
Mark watched what was happening, amazed by the scenes that were unfolding before him. His wife, kissing another man - but somehow the sight of it was turning him on.
He could feel his cock getting harder.
And then, he could feel Holly pushing against him more insistently.
Then, her hand was on his face, turning him to look at her.
She looked into his eyes.
“Let them have their fun,” she purred, “and we can get on with having some fun of our own. What do you say?”
He didn’t say anything, but the expression on his face was enough to let her know that she was about to get exactly what she wanted.
Her hand was still on the side of his face. It slid around behind his head and pulled him to her - he didn’t take much persuasion, as he saw her lips parting, her tongue right at the front of her mouth, ready and eager for him.
His own lips parted, and then they were kissing.
He pushed her back, leaning over her, just as Pete was doing to his wife, and she kept her hand on the back of his head while her other hand went to the front of his shirt.
Her hand moved over his torso, and then he felt her pulling his shirt out of his pants.
She pushed her hand beneath his shirt and moved it over his stomach, stroking him.
One of his hands went to her face, then slid down to her bare shoulder, and then he moved it to her waist. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.
He moved his hand up slightly, and just barely touched the underside of one of her breasts.
He couldn’t stop thinking about them now, and the fact that soon they would be his - and yet, something told him to take it more slowly, that he would have plenty of time to get his hands on them and have his fun.
His hand slid further down her body then, over the curve of her waist, and then he slid it around to her ass. She turned her body slightly toward him so that his hand could reach around and grab a nice handful of her flesh, squeezing her ass and then massaging it as their kiss intensified.
Her hand that was beneath his shirt began to undo his buttons. As they came undone, he felt her hand exploring further up his body, moving over his chest, up to his throat, and then back down to his chest, his abs.
He had been pushing her back on the couch as they kissed, but now it seemed as though her hunger for him was taking over. She wanted to take control, she wanted to take him.
As they kept kissing, she began to push back at him, pushing him around and down onto his back so that he was lying on the couch, and she was kneeling on it, looking down at him, a wild hunger in her eyes that perfectly matched how he was feeling in that moment.
He took the moment to look over at what his wife was getting up to.
He saw that Pete had her lying down on the couch - just as he was - and he was lying down beside her, pushing his body against hers, his shirt off.
Laura had her arms wrapped around him, and one of her legs was bent at the knee, her thigh rubbing against him.
Her skirt was pushed up, and he saw one of Pete’s hands run up, up, up, it now and reach all the way up to the skimpy knickers that she was wearing.
Mark watched, fascinated by what he was seeing. For just a moment, he even forgot about the woman he had with him. He had never expected that seeing his wife with another man would make him feel the way that he did, but somehow it excited him.
His cock had been hard before, but now it seemed harder than it had ever been, throbbing, pushing slightly painfully at his pants, desperate to be freed, desperate to find some relief.
As he lay there, with his head turned, he felt another face push against his, cheek to cheek.
“They’re having their fun,” Holly said to him in a low voice, “how about we get back to having our fun, what do you say?”
And then they turned their faces to one another, and then they were kissing again.
But, just as he had started to turn his face to her, he had noticed that Laura had turned to look at him.
He had been sure that there was no way that his excitement could reach new levels, but now it did - he had just been watching his wife with another man, and now it was going to be her turn to watch him with another woman.
He wrapped his arms around Holly as she lay there on top of him, her sweet body pushing against his.
One of his hands went to the back of her head, going through her hair, and then running down the curve of her back before reaching her ass, which he grabbed hold of, and pulled her closer to him, pulling her right against the hardness in his pants.
His other hand slid down the side of her body, down past her waist, till he found her thigh. He stroked it tenderly, and then he started to push it up beneath her dress, feeling more and more of her supple flesh.
He felt her grinding herself against the hardness in his pants - he wasn’t surprised that she had noticed it, how could she possibly miss it, rubbing against her body like that?
Then, his hand on her ass slid around to the front of her body.
He slid it up to one of her breasts. His heart was pounding, his cock was throbbing.
This was it, he thought to himself, this was what he had wanted since the first moment he had laid eyes on this woman.
He thought about the glimpse he’d had down the front of her dress.
Had she done that deliberately? He was feeling increasingly sure that she had.
She had been teasing him, showing him what could be his if he really wanted it - and he wanted it.
He grabbed hold of one of her large breasts through the dress. It felt incredible, just as he had known it would. He ran his hand over the sweet roundness and then he squeezed it, feeling the pillowy softness of it beneath his hand.
Her kisses moved to his throat, then up to his ear. She nibbled his earlobe, and then he felt her warm breath on his ear, tickling it.
“Do you like those?” she whispered, “They’re all yours, baby. All yours.”
As she said this, he glanced over at Laura. He wanted to give Holly his full attention, but somehow the sight of what his wife was getting up to just seemed to enhance this amazing experience even more.
He looked at her, seeing that Pete had now pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her gorgeous, perky, breasts. He was bent over them, looking at them, and Mark knew that he was ready to bend down and have some fun with them.
One of his hands had pushed up beneath her dress. Mark wondered if he had started to play with her pussy.
Laura was biting her bottom lip, and he could see the pleasure on her face - now he was sure that Pete was toying with her pussy.
She looked over at him and nodded. Then, she stopped biting her lip and let out a little moan of pleasure, her body writhing beneath Pete’s.
Mark turned his full attention back to Holly. He could still hear his wife’s moans in the background, but the background noise only seemed to enhance what he was doing with Holly.
They looked into one another’s faces. He stroked one of her breasts.
“All mine?” he muttered.
She nodded.
“All yours,” she confirmed.
Then, she ran one hand down his body, down to his pants, and gave the hard bulge there a squeeze.
“And this,” she said, “is all mine.”
Then, she started to undo his pants. When she pulled his cock out, it was a sweet release.
She began jerking him off, going slowly, squeezing his cock lightly. She was in no hurry, and she didn’t want things to move too quickly, that much was obvious.
His hands went to her face, stroking it, and then moved down to her shoulders. Her dress was strapless, and when his hands moved down to the front of it he began to tug on it, pulling it down, wanting to finally get her breasts out, to finally get his hands on them properly.
The dress slid down over them and they popped out. She was leaning down over him, which made them seem even bigger. They were just as perfect as he had imagined. Now, he could finally see her nipples properly - the light pink circles, absolutely flawless.
He grabbed one breast in each hand. He pushed his face between them, licking them, kissing them, feeling as though he was being consumed by them, and never wanting that feeling to end.
His hands squeezed them, and then his fingers went to her nipples. He flicked at them with the tips of his fingers and felt them growing stiff.
Now she was breathing heavily, almost gasping, and the sound mixed with the low moans of his wife. He wondered what she was getting up to now - but he couldn’t possibly turn his attention away from these amazing breasts.
He grabbed the nipples and tweaked them, before he turned his face to one breast, licking at it, sucking on the nipple.
Now, she began to moan with pleasure as well.
One of his hands went to her ass again, pulling the back of her dress up, then pushing the back of her panties down. He grabbed a handful of her ass. He wanted to feel her body all over, without the dress in the way, without anything between the two of them.
His hand slid around to the front of her body as he kept sucking on her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples.