by Bridy McAvoy
“Don’t you like your surprise?”
“Like it? I fucking love it! Come here.”
He lunged for me, but I could see he was deliberately slow, wanting me to escape him. I let out an outraged squeal and nimbly sidestepped him before dashing up stairs with him in close pursuit. As expected he caught me as we went through the bedroom door and we landed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, both of us laughing deliriously as he roughly pulled up the camisole to allow him the access to tickle my nipples.
* * * *
“So, do you want to watch the rest of yesterday’s recordings, Leo?”
I looked at my wife, her hair still damp and tousled from the shower, as I polished off the last slice of pizza, delivered this time, not home made. Neither of us was interested in spending too much time in the kitchen this evening. The look on the delivery lad’s face as she’d answered the door in her terry robe, her hair wet from the shower and her face flushed from the sex that had preceded it, had been something to see.
I nodded slowly.
“Yes, I think we should.”
She smiled, the tension of the previous evening dissolved away.
“Good, I had a long chat with Mia today, that’s put a few things to rest as well. I know how to deal with Owen next week.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“All in good time, mister eager beaver. Let’s take some Buds down to the den and watch a film.”
The change in her from just twenty-four hours earlier was stunning. She was back to her confident and sexy best. It was almost more than my self-control could stand to stop myself from jumping on her there and then, despite still needing some recovery time from the session in bed, and then the repeat in the shower just before the pizza was delivered.
Just as before we settled in to watch the TV, side by side on the couch. This time though Leah had the laptop where its name suggested it should be – on her lap.
“I want to show you three or four short clips first, and then show you what happened. Okay?”
I nodded. She was in charge of the system, she’d had the training – I hadn’t – and although I could use a computer, this system was definitely on the complicated side.
“We left it where Chris had just appeared on the scene and I’d just found out Christina was most definitely not a man.”
“Well, she could have been in drag.”
“Trust me, Leo. She was most definitely a she. No man can kiss with such soft lips.”
“I always thought that was an old wives' tale!”
She snorted.
“Who are you calling an old wife? And no, it’s not. She was all woman. I was going to find that out later.”
“Okay.”
She punched up the first clip and I watched enthralled as my wife, unable to stop herself, continued to ride on Stan’s eight-incher while the woman, Chris, kissed her and mauled her breasts. Since this action was taking place right in front of Stan’s face, literally only a couple of feet away, the poor guy clearly wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t.
“I’m going to cum!”
Leah’s words echoed from the speakers as I watched the brunette suddenly suck her nipple into her mouth. Stan tensed up underneath her and it was obvious he was cumming inside my wife, just as she was cumming all over him. She collapsed onto his chest and the two of them lay there for a minute with the other woman smiling down at them, gently massaging the taut muscles in Leah’s naked back. I don’t remember the waistcoat disappearing but it must have at some point.
Finally their breathing calmed and Leah grimaced in pain.
“Ur…Um…A little help here, please. I can’t get off.”
Chris laughed.
“See, Stan, I told you you’d fuck her till she couldn’t stand”
The three giggled as the other two slowly helped Leah to extricate herself from the position she was in, still locked in place by Stan’s softening but still large cock and her own bent knees. Eventually they managed to get her into a standing position and somehow along the line the skirt had fallen to the floor of its own accord, leaving Leah naked, and as Stan covered himself up, she was nude with a fully clothed couple.
“I think some refreshments are in order, don’t you? How about some fresh coffee, Leah?”
“Um…Sure…But I need a quick shower first.”
Chris disappeared into the dining room to retrieve a holdall. When she reappeared I assumed it contained her camera but instead she pulled out a pair of full white cotton panties and tossed them to my wife.
“Put those on, honey. I fully intend to lick that delectable pussy of yours today, and I much prefer the taste of a well fucked one than a well washed one. Don’t you?”
Leah hit the stop button.
“Oh my God!”
“Now, honey, perhaps you can understand why your comment about my pussy tasting sweet hit a nerve last night.”
I decided on a gamble. We’d been doing so well together today, I thought there was little risk in bringing the subject out into the open.
“But it does taste sweet!”
Her smile was a reward all in itself.
Gamble paid off!
“So what happened next?”
“They made me prepare and serve coffee, just wearing the panties they provided. I didn’t have the chance to get rid of the load Stan had deposited. I felt really dirty and smelly.”
“I bet.”
“But they didn’t mind. Not in the slightest.”
“Topless waitress, whatever will you do for your next career change?”
“Hell, for that kind of money, I don’t mind the topless bit. It’s what else happens that’s the problem!”
“So, I could have my very own topless waitress if I paid enough?”
The look she gave me was part smouldering and part waspish. I quickly decided it was prudent to change the subject.
“So, what happened next?”
She looked at me suspiciously, picking up my retreat on the subject but let it pass without comment. I’m not sure if it was relief at not carrying the kidding any further or not.
“They get me to dress in an outfit to match Chris’ which she just happened to have in her bag. Here, see.”
She quickly typed in another sequence command and I could see the two women sitting side by side on the couch with Stan in front of them taking pictures. Leah and Chris were dressed very similarly but not quite identically. It was the first time I’d taken notice of what Chris was wearing. Chris was wearing a plaid school skirt, very short, the type I think they call a kilt, with a white blouse. Leah was wearing the same style of outfit but her blouse was very much thinner – so thin, in fact, you could clearly make out her nipples through it. Chris’ was not in any way revealing, although her kilt was just as short as my wife’s.
The sequence unfolded slowly, clearly Chris wanted to take her time and Stan was happy to go along with that, or for that matter it was the other way round, you couldn’t actually tell. Chris talked to Leah and from time to time made little snide comments to Stan as she slowly undid the buttons on my wife’s blouse and eventually exposed her breasts to the camera. You could see Leah wasn’t entirely comfortable with being seduced like this, but she couldn’t prevent her body from responding to the gentle stimuli Chris was using. Several times she blushed, particularly when Chris made references to the state of her panties which were increasingly on show to the camera. Chris kept asking Leah to respond in kind, to touch her as she was being touched, but my wife’s responses were at best half-hearted.
Then again, Stan was shooting stills, not video, and Chris seemed to be quite happy she was still fully dressed, not even a button undone, while she displayed more and more of my wife’s body to the lens. It took her a long time but she guided Leah to her feet and the blouse was discarded. Chris was about to remove the kilt but Stan insisted she removed the panties instead. For me the sight of another woman lowering and then removing my wife’s underwear was i
ncredibly erotic and the discomfort in my jeans told me I didn’t need any more recovery time!
For the first time Chris moved quite fast. One moment Leah was standing in front of her wearing only the short parody of a school kilt and the next she was on her back on the couch, the skirt up around her waist and Chris lying on top of her, with her lower body directly between my wife’s legs.
“Wow!”
Beside me, Leah giggled.
“Yeah. I don’t know how she managed that move.”
“We’ll have to slo-mo it…Something tells me there’s some mileage to be made in that move.”
She laughed again and moved her hand to brush over the crutch of my jeans.
“No way. Mind you…Feels like you don’t want to watch the rest of this.”
“You mean you want to pause the recording?”
She laughed again.
“No, I mean—” she ran her fingers along the length of my cock, “—you want me to pause the recording.”
I shook my head.
“Sorry to disappoint you, I think I’d rather watch some more.”
On screen Chris had now taken my wife’s nipple into her mouth. It was hard to be certain but it definitely looked like she was biting it, certainly the way Leah was reacting to it, arching her back, her head back, her mouth wide open, by the sound of it, gasping and moaning, told me she was. The brunette lifted her head slightly, Leah’s breast distorting as it rose with it, confirming the teeth were engaged.
God, these cameras are something else!
Chris released her grip and Leah fell back onto the couch, panting hard.
“She likes it like that!”
Chris chuckled as Stan leaned in and took a close up of the breast she had just released.
“I think you gave her a hickey!”
Instantly Leah tried to sit up, to look and check, consternation and panic written all over her face.
“It’s alright, sweetie, I didn’t…Stan’s just teasing you. We’re not going to mark you, leave traces for your husband to find.”
Leah sagged back to the couch once more and Chris began to move lower, slowly descending down the length of Leah’s body, trailing kisses as she went. My wife made no attempt to stop her, her arms lying limply at her sides, but I could see she had her head raised to watch the other woman’s progress.
Stan’s partner lifted her head as she reached the waistband of the rucked-up skirt and looked her in the eyes. Leah couldn’t maintain the eye contact and dropped her head back in defeat. Beside me she jerked as she saw the predatory grin on Chris’ face, something she’d had no chance to see at the time.
“It’s okay, hon. You’re fine.”
I could feel her relax against my side once more as on screen Chris moved her mouth to the bare skin below the tiny kilt which was covering nothing except my wife’s waist. Her mouth continued to move lower and lower, and Leah circled her hand around my cock, stretching my jeans as she watched the other woman play with her landing strip. Leah jumped, both on screen and beside me, when Chris took a couple of her sparse pubic hairs between her teeth and gently pulled upwards. On screen Leah cried out, beside me she shivered.
“Don’t even think about it, buster.”
“Why not? You seemed to enjoy it.”
“You have far more to lose than I do, so I mean it. Don’t even think about it.”
Chris continued to move lower, my attention now firmly riveted on the screen as for the first time, at least as far as I was aware, another woman’s mouth touched my wife’s pretty pussy.
“Oh God!”
Leah’s on screen cry wasn’t for divine intervention, that much was clear. She writhed and moaned and tossed her head from side to side as the ecstasy of having her pussy eaten drove her up and on toward yet another orgasm. The pressure was clearly relentless although the angle wasn’t perfect for me, or for that matter, Leah, to see what was happening as Chris drove her wild with her tongue. The brunette’s hands moved as well, taking hold of Leah’s thighs and forcing my compliant wife’s legs up and apart, presenting the wide open gash to her mouth. Leah’s legs stayed in place as the fingers moved to both hold the pussy lips open and at the same time probe inside for the tasty nectar Chris was searching for.
“Don’t stop…Don’t stop…Please don’t stop!”
Chris was remorseless as she continued to attack the defenceless pussy with her lips, tongue and fingers. Leah was desperately trying to hold still, to permit the other woman to do as she pleased but it was obviously difficult for her. Stan continued to prowl around the two of them, circling them like a shark as he fired off shot after shot.
“I’m cumming…”
There was no mistaking the moment the first wave of the orgasm washed through Leah, her body almost went into spasm as she screamed out her ecstasy and it was clear even Chris was surprised by the level of reaction she was getting from her willing victim.
Leah clicked the pause button and moved the laptop to the coffee table in front of us. She smiled coyly at me and licked her lips.
“Seen enough, lover?”
It was obvious she now wanted to play and I had to admit I’d been ready to for some time. Watching my wife seduced and then eaten by another woman hadn’t exactly been high on my fantasy list before, but after watching it happen I now knew why it was on many men’s lists and why it should have been higher on mine.
In a slight variation on Chris’ manoeuvre I swept my wife up into my arms, turned and tossed her backward onto the couch. She landed with a soft thump and a startled look. Her legs flew upwards, slightly apart at the impact and before she could recover I was lying on top of her, exactly as Chris had been earlier, although this time Leah was still wearing her dress and her breasts were covered, protecting them from my gaze, if not my hands.
She giggled as my hands roamed over her chest, stroking and cupping her breasts. My face moved lower still, nuzzling her flat taut stomach and as I continued to move lower she sighed and arched her back. I moved lower still.
“That feels good, lover…So good.”
My face was pressed against her pussy, with only the thin fabric of her dress in-between. I could smell her and even a few seconds of pressure was enough to start her wiggling. I was caught in a dilemma now, I didn’t want to let go of her breasts but I wanted the dress out of the way. Leah solved the problem for me, her hands snaking down her sides to tug at the fabric, her hips thrusting up at me to raise her ass from the couch to enable her to slide the dress clear. I lifted my face to allow the same freedom in front and watched as she very deliberately displayed her pussy to me, only a couple of inches from my face. Her hips sank back to the cushion again and she spread her legs even wider to both provide the access and invite me to go the next step. I glued my mouth to her shaven pussy lips, sucking madly at the slit in-between, my nose mashed against the upper portion which still concealed her clit.
Leah groaned and thrust her hips up to meet me, increasing the pressure and her own stimulation. My prick throbbed in my jeans, hard as steel and definitely wanting a piece of what my mouth had control of. He would, however, have to wait. I intended to lick Leah to orgasm before even thinking about my own gratification.
“You taste sweeter than ever!”
This time, unlike twenty-four hours earlier, I was on firm ground. Her senses were being overwhelmed by my worship of her pussy. There was no way she would break off the delicious contact. Instead she groaned and bucked under me. Her legs lifted off the couch and languidly crossed behind my back.
“You like that, don’t you?”
She bucked again, her breathing so fast and laboured she couldn’t even begin to reply. Her legs slid up higher, almost to my neck, pressing me against the moist centre of her being and forcing me to return to the task in hand. She wanted action, not chat, and for that matter so did I. Her pussy unfurled against my lips and without hesitating I thrust my tongue into her as far as it would go. She continued to wriggle, and
I could feel her dress being moved higher under my hands that continued to stroke and caress her breasts.
Realising she was working to move the dress out of the way, my hands momentarily left their target, dropped to the elevated hem of the dress and forcibly dragged it higher. She gasped when my hands returned to her now naked nipples, pinching them gently as my tongue moved inside of her. Once again her back arched and she panted for breath. Her thighs locked tightly against the side of my head and I knew she wasn’t far from reaching her peak. I withdrew my tongue and moved fractionally higher, using the tip to expose her clit and alternately bathing it with my tongue and running just the tip around it in small circles. Underneath me she quivered and shook and she was moaning. The movements of her breasts under my hands told me she was tossing her head from side to side. One hand rose to press against mine where I was cupping her breast, the other dropped to clutch the top of my head and hold me tightly in place.
A few seconds later Leah came, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm smashed through her, her legs tightening their already vice-like grip on my head. It was several seconds before the trembling and shaking subsided and her muscles relaxed. Slowly she uncrossed her ankles and allowed her legs to relax out to the sides, freeing my head from its confinement. By now I was breathing heavily and another part of my anatomy wanted its own turn. I moved away from her and tried to remove my jeans quickly but the bulge in the front round my iron hard erection made this a difficult chore. It took a few seconds longer than I wanted it to but I did clear the obstruction and drop my jeans into a heap on the floor, and quickly moved back to between her widely splayed legs. This time I was on top of her and even though she was still recovering from the dying throes of her orgasm she lifted her arms to welcome me.
My lips plunged down on her nipple, my tongue lashing at it as my hips pushed forward and her legs rose to greet me. My first thrust was almost the last as the cushion gave more under my knees than I expected and I missed the target, my cock skidding up onto her belly. She grunted at the impact and then giggled.
