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Living Room

Writing about seeing something that still gives you butterflies almost a year later should be easy…but trying to convey what I felt as I watched this most intense event will not be easy…..

We had met our friend Dave at the sports bar around the corner…we had emailed a couple of times, and he was “good looking” in a few previous meeting with other people it just seemed that somehow these things never really turn out like you may hope…for us personality counts for soooo much, and decent looking does hurt much either…so as we sat there “another meeting” we thought…getting comfortable with a couple of drinks, ours and his personalities began to shine and blend…we are very easy going, love to joke, and in many cases make the joke a sexual reference…so we traded a few bad jokes back and forth, and shared some laughs, but it wasn’t taking any real direction…not really sure where the night was heading my wife kinda looked at me and said “yes”…and managed “he has a nice personality” and I know that worked for her…so we suggested coming back to our house for a white zin night cap, and for me, still not knowing the sights that were to behold me…
We unlocked the door to our “condo” as I call it, a nice word for our modern apartment and we all went in…wine was poured and a couple more jokes ensued, as well as some light teasing, touching and suggestiveness that should send any woman’s pussy tingling or make any guy instantly hard….He watched as I slowly kissed and toyed with my wife, cupping her breasts thru her blouse, gliding my hands across her succulently smooth skin, and then letting my hand disappear into her jeans if only for a minute…
From behind he approached her as her and I stood chest to chest, exploring our desires thru a kiss… and as I kissed her deep and ran my hands in a sensual massage thru her chest, and then it began…the awareness!….it was her breathing…it changed, omg it changed from that passionate breath that we exchange to this deep, nervous, but wildly excited breath…all of this happened in a nanosecond, and happened as he placed his hands on her body…her skin was exposed just above her jeans on her waist giving him a natural place to put his hands, and as he caressed her, her breathing deepened…sensual, deep, exotic and erotic…his touch soon broke our kiss and her head moved to my shoulder….It was wildly electrifying but yet it was only breathing….At close range I watched as he slowly ran his hand up her back, intensifying her sensations, and heightening my awareness…I watched as he kissed her neck, sending her body into a mini orgasm…she shook and shivered, it was an orgasm of sex and acceptance, thrill and anticipation, all coupled with the thoughts of where this would go. As he kissed and caressed her I began to rub her pussy thru her jeans… intent on creating a more accessible “situation”…I wanted more…more of the sounds that were filling my living room, more of the pure raw passion, more of the lust…I reached to her jeans…yeah that was it, I got the buckle open… the sound a belt buckle makes that is being taken off a woman in the heat of passion is incredible… as it lightly jangles with an unmistakable playfully light sound…a sound that told our partner that he could help….SO I began to turn her around, to face him, so he could enjoy the kisses I had been getting and enjoy the softness of her beautiful C breasts as they stood, nipples hard and tight, tearing thru her Victoria’s bra…I was on sensory overload!!! My hand slid into the back of her jeans and down her ass, nothing will replace that feeling of ultra smoooth skin against my hand and the sounds of passion that go with it… further I slipped deeper into her jeans…..My fingers were met with a wetness that can only be described as “sopping!” slick, slippery and wet, her pussy was literally leaking from her, only to be caught by her matching panties….I played there for only a moment lightly fingering the entrance to her pussy, and not really able to reach deep enough to rub her clit, but then something strange happened, because my emotions told me to kiss her, I pulled my hand back, I wanted more sounds, I wanted to hear lust…I whispered in her ear to kiss me….”Kiss” was a slight understatement…she was facing toward him, he was touching her chest, rubbing, caressing, tasting her mouth, and experiencing her smooth skin…I gently put my right hand over her shoulder, onto her chin and ever so lightly turned her head back toward me and engaged her in a deep long and powerful embrace, moving my hands to her chest just to steady myself as my head spun in a dizzying effect….the feeling was elctricfying….Dave sensed the moment was right and now began to further my efforts on her jeans, that had been loosened only mere moments before, but like a car wreck it was happening in slow motion…her breathing went still as his hands popped he button on her jeans, and the zipper was lowered,…I could feel the zippers’ vibration thru her body as he lowered it painfully slow…teasing her almost waiting for her to stop him….pure anticipation, pure sexual torture… now with the zipper open he slowly inserted his fingers into her jeans, her now still breath gasp and inhaled as the first touch of his finger found her clit with pin point accuracy…he began to massage her wetness, as I kissed her never once breaking our embrace…Eyes closed, I heard sounds that were incredible, and if only for a moment I felt as if I had the sense of feeling and sight given to me thru sound! I could hear wetness, I could hear breathing, I could hear pure raw emotion,moans that had no letters to spell them, and movements that had rhythm, the rytm of sex…and while I have heard these sounds before during our love making, I could now actually feel them.
Her body then began to look for more from us, more touch, more lust more sharing, and she began to undue his jeans…Her hands are like the finest silk…smooth, and tender, the touch of the gods…She released his cock and began a slow rthymic stoke that must have been nothing short of incredible, as his sounds went from that of someone who is probing and “attacking” to sounds of someone who was now being stroked into cock heaven…her breathing went from deep eractic respirations to a more focused pattern with purpose as she brought his shaft to full power….With desire she gently worked his cock hard and then began that steady stroke that can “kill” a man where he stands…
Leaning in he began to kiss her with power and intensity as she worked his cock with her right hand while letting his right hand begin its slow, and gentle steady assault on her pussy. As she rubbed his cock with perfect rhythm I lowered my jeans and began to slowly rub my cock against her silky ass leaving little trails of precum as I went…
Slowly I leaned her forward, silently urging her to take his cock…take it into her mouth….his hands moved to her long brown hair gathering it up from her face which was now about to take him…Sounds once again took over as I heard her mouth open to receive his hard cock, the warm wetness of her mouth enveloped the head of his cock, and I could see the look of total pleasure in his eyes as he looked down at her and glanced to me…her sounds of stroking and sucking filled the living room, and his moans of pleasure penetrated thru our apartments’ 14 foot ceilings…ahhhhhh, ahhhhh and oh my god he lightly moaned, with the nicest little hmmmm, coming from her. She enjoyed sucking and took great pleasure in it…her zest for sex and sexuality is a gift from the gods that will never be replaced.
I positioned myself at her entrance as we all found pleasure in our positions and experience…my brain and my cock were on overload….there isn’t a sight, sound, emotion or memory that can be replaced by watching one’s wife touch and taste… and be touched by another man….slowly I entered her and she broke from his cock to accept me into her…her head fell to the side of his cock, she was using it for balance, gasping it with a tightness but holding it with passion…her wetness made my cock slick and hard…slowly at first and deeper as I went, I felt her body open…the deeper I went the more it opened…I could feel the muscles inside her as I reached as deep as I could…slowly she ground her cervix against the tip of my cock, then harder she circled, and deeper she thrust me into her, she found the spot she wanted and held me there….the positioning was perfect for her and she began to refocus on his cock, pumping her hand and head down on him repeatedly…the rhythm was hypnotic and the sounds were orgasmic, I was in a sexual trance as I watched her and involuntarily pumped her at the same time…it was without a doubt more than I could take and I felt that urge quickly build in my body…small twitches to start, followed by larger bursts…I didn’t want to cum and I constantly changed my focus…I pulled her up from him with the idea of turning her around to receive the oral treat he had been getting while allowing him to explore her, but as she came up she kept me in her…a wonderful position of deep passion and giving and a feeling that was soon followed by his hand once again rubbing her clit with me held deep inside her…she turned her head back to me again… kissing me in ways that words simply can’t explain, my urge to cum subsided, and hers began to rise…Ummmmm, Ahhhhhh, Hmmmmm…sounds began to rise from her… I could feel his finger circling her clit… I could feel her orgasm building, as her sounds became louder and filled the room...I held her as she exploded in a torrent of convulsion and ecstacy… it took us both to steady her as her knees buckled beneath her…it was swift and violent, and passion filled the room….
Holding her up separated us all and caused a giggling embrace between us, as I knew she had a powerful orgasm that wasn’t done, and the night was just beginning, Only 20 minutes had transpired in real time, but the memories are there forever and we hadn’t even left the living room or a standing position…and the explosion of senses were just starting….
My next story will be called “in the shadows” and is a continuation of fun with Dave on that night and others….

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