A Loving Wife: Collection of Married Menage, page 6
She asked again, “What if I want to do this? Could you enjoy this? Could you really enjoy me giving myself to another man like this?”
She was in another place now. She held her head down as she methodically ground her hips and mound into me. I felt the swell rising. I was no longer in control. The thought of my wife pleasuring herself on another man . . . The idea that she had been enjoying the same fantasy I had . . .
She continued to fuck me and I began to orgasm. I couldn’t stop. I grabbed her ass and thrust, hard. She began to pant and we climaxed together. “Oh God!” I mumbled. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. She was right with me. She let out a low moan and almost crying.
Afterward we lay there quietly, her head buried in my chest. I was still erect and she began moving again, ever so slightly. We were both thinking and wondering what the other thought.
“Well, could you?” she asked without looking up. Her body begged the question as well, as she gave me a little more intense rock with her pelvis. I pushed back, and together we restarted. I held her tightly and closed my eyes. “Yes!”
She groaned and we rocked in unison, fucking intensely. We were like animals in heat. Again, we climaxed together, thinking about the same thing. Then she slid off of me and we slipped into a deep sleep. We were spent . . . exhausted . . . and swimming in sexual after-glow.
We awoke early in the evening, hazy from our nap. Wordlessly, we smiled and kissed. In the shower we washed each other. Then we dressed for dinner and possibly more. I kissed her deeply and looked into her eyes. I knew we had just opened a new door in our sex lives and I couldn’t wait to share the rest of my fantasies with her, and her with me. But on this night, I knew we were about to make one fantasy come true.
Watching my Roommate
By Kristy Clarey
The door was slightly open, and I could see, at the foot of the bed, two pairs of feet. Almost immediately, I felt the heat in my body return, and I slowly turned myself around so that the front of my body and my cheeks were pressing against the wall. As I did, the sound from inside the room became audible. I could hear the swish of sheet’s heavy breathing, and the moans, which were not emanating from Steve.
She was tall. That was the first thing that I noticed as I moved my head slightly to get a better look. Her feet fell farther than his over the edge of the bed. Her legs were smooth, I could tell in the moonlight, which glinted off the thick blond hair on Steve’s calves.
They were already close to nude. He had only boxer shorts on, and she wore just panties and a bra, which were some pastel color that I couldn’t make out in the faint light. Perhaps lilac or peach. They lay on their sides, facing each other, her back to me. He had his arm draped over her waist, and as I watch he slid his hand into the back of her panties and squeezed her ass.
She moaned again and ground her hips into his, the muscles of her thighs contracting. I felt my cock hardening, imagining what she would feel like against me. His hand reemerged and slipped up the curve of her back to unhook her bra. It took him perhaps fifteen seconds, which I had to admit was pretty good for one hand.
He shifted his weight so that he could pull her bra off and tosses it carelessly on the floor, and ended up on top of her. Almost roughly, he kissed and sucked her neck, then moved down to her full breasts. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, and my heart jumped into my throat, afraid that she would spot me.
He slid down on the bed so that his knees rested on the floor and his stomach against the foot of the bed. Hooking his thumbs under the sides of her panties, he pulled them down her thighs. She raised her feet, allowing him to slide them off, and then parted her legs. Dropping her knees to either side.
Just before he leaned forward, I was granted a perfect view. Her small little patch of pubic hair was thick and dark, opening to a glistening body. His head swooped down, obliterating my view, and I watched as it bobbed up and down. Her breath began to turn into gasps, and her hips rolled with his head.
Soon, he pulled away from her and, instead of climbing back onto the bed, stood up and removed his boxer shorts. The outline of his body was perfectly visible against the window, and his cock stood straight out in front of him, somewhat muted under his thick belly. I took the opportunity to look again at her, feasting my eyes on the pink flesh between her smooth thighs. Incredibly, I found myself wondering how she would taste.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his elbows moving down. He returned to the bed and knelt in between her knees, dropping his elbows on either side of her chest. Relaxing his weight on top of her, he pushed his hips slightly, once, twice, then something gave and he slide fully into her.
A gasp slipped through her lips, and became a way of breathing as he thrust in a steady rhythm. I finally succumbed to my own desires and slide one hand down between my boxers, took my cock in hand to stroke myself in time with his thrusts. I watched not his buttocks or her thighs, but her face, eyes closed and mouth open, breathing hard, almost panting.
Then, unbelievably, it was over. He grunted loudly with two or three deep thrusts, and then collapsed on top of her. Her breathing quickly returned to normal as she lay there, eyes closed, deceptively calm. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking or feeling.
Suddenly realizing the compromising position I was in, I began to move my head away from the wall so that I could get my balance enough to step back into my room. How could I explain watching them? Worse, how could I explain the obvious state of my arousal? Clearly this would have an impact on our friendship.
I was planning to move slowly and delicately so as not to make a sound, but, as his bedspring cracked, I saw he was getting up to head to the bathroom.
I jerked my head back and darted clumsily, almost tripping, into my room, closing my door as quickly and quietly as possible just seconds before he entered the hallway. I stood on the other side of the door, out of breath, listening to his padded footsteps on the carpet, then to the bathroom door closing. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes. I remained in that position for a long time.
That bastard. He’d left his door open on purpose. He knew I was home. He knew I’d hear them, at least. He wanted to make me jealous by showing off the fact that he had bedded a hot woman. At that, though, my eyes opened, and I allowed myself a small, if ironic, smile. He’d misread one aspect of his little scenario. Obviously, he was expecting me to be jealous.
Finally, peeling my body off the wall with my erection leading the way, I crept back into bed. Once in bed my hand slipped under my boxers as I gripped my ridged cock, my fingers were wet with a little pre-cum. I needed better access and quickly made work of my boxers tossing them on the floor, then reached over into my nightstand for some massage oil. Finally, smooth motions up and down my shaft.
However, after more than ten minutes, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to orgasm, and I gave up, still frustrated.
I hadn’t heard anything for several minutes. I surmised that she was staying the night and that one or both of them were asleep now. Slowly, I got out of bed, put my boxers back on, and moved to my door. I opened it slightly and listened. Hearing nothing, I tiptoed out into the hall and walked softly to the kitchen to get myself a drink of water.
I took the bottle of filtered water out of the refrigerator and closed the door. As I turned, I saw a figure standing just a few feet from me in the darkness, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
“Sorry,” she said softly, her voice just above a whisper. She was wearing an oversize t-shirt, maybe one of his. I couldn’t tell if she was wearing anything underneath it. “I actually was looking for the same thing. May I have some?” She indicated the water bottle.
I looked down fearing someone had escaped out of my boxers, but she was looking at the bottle of water in my hand. “Oh,” I mumbled. “Yeah.” I crossed to the cabinet and took two glasses out. I poured water into each of them and handed one to her.
“Thanks,” she said, a little louder, and I glanced in the direction of the bedrooms.
“It’s ok,” she reassured me. “He’s asleep.”
I figured she wasn’t going to tell me how they’d met or where she knew him from, or whether they’d been together before, and, thankfully, she didn’t say any of those things. She just watched me drink my water.
I finished mine off and went to the sink to put the glass in it. Unexpectedly, I felt her move smoothly up behind me. The fingers of one hand rested gently on my hips.
“I saw you,” she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. “I saw you watching.”
Her body was warm behind mine. I turned, slowly, but she didn’t back away. We were face to face.
“Who are you?” She asked softly. I knew she was looking for something deeper than my name.
“I don’t know,” I replied quietly.
She reached up and brushed her hand through my hair. “How sad,” she murmured.
Closing my eyes briefly, I knew that whatever I said or didn’t say would set the tone for the rest of the night. I reached for her, stroking her short, fine hair. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered to her.
She responded by pressing her lips to the side of my neck. Her hand brushed my hip pulling me closer. “Mmm, you’re warm and hard,” she whispered into my ear. “Have you ever made love to a woman after she was with a man?”
“No,” I answered after a slight hesitation. “Have you?”
“Umm-hmm,” she replied, tracing her soft fingertips over my ear and neck. “You like the idea of being second, don’t you?” It was an observation rather than a question.
“Yes,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.
She was silent for a long, excruciation moment. In the darkness, I sensed her watching me. Finally, she murmured, “What do you want?”
My first instinct was to say, I don’t know, but it was a falsity. I knew exactly what I wanted. I was just terrified to voice it.
“Come on,” she whispered, and leaned forward to run her tongue in a long, slow, wet line across the side of my neck before moving away, taking my hand to guide me.
I glanced once more with trepidation as we passed my roommate’s room, but he appeared to be solidly out. She led me into my room, leaving the door open. She stopped next to the bed, releasing my hand and turning to face me. Slowly, she took her t-shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head in one motion. She was indeed naked underneath. Her skin glistened in the moonlight.
I stood, trembling, and my fingers played with the hem of my t-shirt. She saw this and met my eyes. Her gaze, almost apologetic, told me, “I can’t do it for you.”
Taking a deep breath, my heart pounding mightily, I lifted my t-shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then quickly pulled down my boxers and stepped out of them. She took a half step closer to me. With one fingertip on each hand, she traced lines all over my body: my arms, my neck and face, my stomach, my shoulders, my very hard cock making sure she had my full attention. Finally, I caught and grasped her hands, pulling her onto the bed. She lay down on her side, facing me, and placed the flat of her hand on my waist. Gently but firmly, she gave me a tug.
I groaned and rolled into her, crushing her full breasts to my chest, running my tongue along the side of her neck where it met her chin. Slipping my hand around her waist, my fingers tingling against her soft flesh, I pulled her close, dipping my head to kiss her fully on the mouth.
Her lips were soft and sweet. I savored the taste of them, alternating between pressing them against mine and licking each one slowly. She parted her lips, offering her soft, moist tongue to meet my own. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. For the first time, she moaned softly into my mouth as I had heard her moan earlier, and all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my extremely hard erection.
“Oh, God,” I murmured against her lips.
“Umm,” she responded, her mouth covering mine hungrily, sending dizzying waves of pleasure down my spine. I tightened my arm under her neck and slipped my other hand down past her waist, exploring the soft skin on the small of her back with my fingertips. Recalling what I had seen my roommate do earlier, I slide my hand down onto her behind, how smooth and cool, and attempted to pull her hips into mine.
She tightened her muscles, preventing me from doing so, and removed her lips. “What do you want?” Her voice was husky. “Tell me.
I was reeling with lust. I had to try my voice twice before it worked. “You didn’t come. In there. Did you?”
I thought I felt her smile. “No.”
“That’s what I want,” I whispered.
“What?” she teased me?
She wasn’t going to let me off the hook. I wanted her so badly my whole body vibrated with liquid fire. I was terrified of the magnitude of my desire, but it paled in comparison to the terror I felt at the possibility of her slipping out of my bed as easily as she had slipped in. “I...”
She stroked my cheek with soft fingertips. “It’s ok,” she murmured. “Just close your eyes and let it out.”
My eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that I saw stars. “I want to make you come.” I managed, with no small effort.
“Oh, yes,” she breathed and slid her thigh over mine, wrapping her knee around my leg, using it to pull the lower half of my body over her own. I rose slightly so that she could move closer to the center of the bed, returning my tongue with great relief into her mouth, then shifted most of my weight onto her. She sighed with pleasure and ran her hands down my back, gripping then massaging, my behind. Resting on my elbows, I placed my hand on either side of her head and stroked her hair back away from her face.
As I licked and sucked on her lips, I spread my legs so that one was in between hers and the other one rested to her side. I felt her moist warmth on my thigh and felt her start to rub herself against me. Her fingers tightened on my ass and she breathed hard into my mouth. I drank in her sweet breath and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, exploring every recess.
She murmured unintelligible syllables around my tongue. I slipped my hands down around her neck and forced her head gently up. Showering kisses over her chin, I moved downward, kissing and licking her neck. I began to nibble gently on the curve between her neck and shoulders and she drew a sharp breath and I bit on her neck a little harder, not nearly hard enough to draw blood, but enough to elicit deep guttural moans that sent shivers down my spine.
I continued to bite and suck at her soft flesh as she rolled her hips underneath me. I tried to shift slightly with each roll, to get a better position. While trying for a few minutes and failing, I gave up and drew my outside leg in between hers, sliding her thighs apart.
I moved downward on her body, trailing kisses from her shoulder to her upper chest, pausing when I reached the swell of a breast. My blood pounded as I let my hands slide from around her neck and down her chest. I traced circles around her breasts with one finger as I had watched Steve do earlier that night, which now seemed like an eternity ago, another time in another place. She trembled, and in the dim light I saw her nipples grow erect, the areola tightening into tiny wrinkles around the hard little nubs.
Gently, I flicked my tongue and brushed her nipple with the tip. She arched her back slightly and gripped my upper arms. I licked her nipple again, more fully, with the flat of my tongue, and she moaned and pushed her pelvis up into my stomach. Her wet curls tickled the taut skin over my lips. I began to suck gently and eagerly, on her nipple and felt a rush of relief so great that I was afraid tears would spill over my cheeks onto her warm skin.
As she drew a sharp breath, I tugged harder on her breast with my lips, my tongue massaging the hard knot. I placed my hand flat on her other breast, squeezing the nipple between two fingers in a soft scissors like motion. She breathed hard and fast through her nose, muffled moans audible through tightly closed lips. Oh, god, I was in heaven. I moved easily from one nipple to the other, pausing often to circle her entire breast either with tongue or fingers, not wanting to miss so much as a millimeter of her skin, relishing the goose bumps I encountered at every turn.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to follow through with what was inevitable going to come next, when she made that decision for me. Unabashedly, she slid her hands from my upper arms to my shoulders and gave me a firm push downwards.
Trailing kisses down her ribcage and stomach, I veered to one side and licked the warm slightly wet skin of her hip and thigh. Her thick, musky scent filled my nostrils as I rested my cheek on her thigh, so close that her hair tickled my nose. I ran my hand down and then up her opposite leg, sliding it onto her inner thigh on the return approach. She trembled as my fingers slowed to a crawl, tracing my fingernails over the last firm curve of her thigh and stopping.
