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The Audio Man

It was after a night of a meeting with friends of ours when Martine had mentioned a certain situation that enabled Richard to watch her fucking the telephone engineer and that got me thinking of wanting you to do that to an appliance repairman or someone of that nature.

Martine explained how it was done and how Richard had placed himself, but out of sight, to watch her tease and flirt and finally be fucked by him. Richard told us that after he had gone, he and Martine had one of the best sex sessions they’d ever had. Both were so hot, horny and turned on by the experience, the fuck that they had following it all was over in minutes, such was the intensity of it.

The following day, we were sat out on the deck enjoying a cup of tea and that’s when I mentioned it to you and wanted your reaction. Well, to say I got a reaction was an understatement. What I did get was “Well darling, I was thinking about the same thing after Martine had told us of her experience!” was what you told me. Once again, it was so enthralling to be on the same wavelength and the same page in this area of our life.

We discussed a potential situation of how it can be done and just how far it was to go. We both needed to be sure that any situation you were in was acceptable to us both and to make sure that you would be in no harm. I would be there anyway to make sure!

We came up with a plan that sounded both plausible and workable. I was to be ‘out of town’ for the day and you were going to surprise me with a new Home Surround system. Not that it would be new, but one that we already had but hadn’t set up yet. The plan would be to call the Dish TV mechanic and ask if he could set it all up for you.

You made the phone call, and he agreed to come over later this afternoon to look at it for you and said that you were a good woman to do that for me! Little did he know JUST how good you were going to be for me and he would be the recipient of your charms!

We looked through you ever growing wardrobe of out and out hot and sexy clothes that we had purchased for fun times with other couples, bi females and selected single males. You reached for one particular skirt and said “Mmmm, I think this one needs a little surgery” I looked at you and had no idea what you meant until you got the scissors and made two slits along both sides of the denim material which would reveal the whole of the outsides of your thighs. “Too much” Your asked as you slipped the butchered skirt on. I looked and felt my cock grow. Dropping my boxers and without a word being said or needed saying, you dropped to your knees, cupped my balls and placed your lips on the tip of my cock. Your tongue licked at the head and then in one movement, you took me deep into your hot mouth. I shuddered as your teeth scr*ped along the flesh of my cock, as your fingernails scr*ped along the underside of my balls. The next shuddering of my body was when I exploded inside your mouth, the explosion eagerly swallowed by you as I pumped my hips back and forth, totally draining my balls; very much like you would be draining another pair of balls later this afternoon.

The plan was all set and we both knew and understood what you were to do and how it would all work out. I did like the practice session of watching you in various poses and when you squatted down, on pretence of looking at the wiring, the way the doctored skirt fell off of your thighs were indeed perfect; just as so when you sat down on either the couch or a chair at the table. That skirt, coupled with a low cut, but very loose top was to be perfect. The skirt did leave you an option of either showing or not showing, but the top gave you only one option, for when you bent forward, even if done slightly, your full firm tits were on display. It was a perfect combination, no doubt about that. The first part of the plan was for you to offer him a drink of coffee, tea, water or even a beer. Beer if possible for you were going to tell him that you were having one.

I watched you prepare for the afternoon’s delight, watched as you applied a slight amount of makeup, lip-gloss and a final trim to your pussy. My cock was once again throbbing, but there was no time for it to be slammed into your wet pussy or hot mouth. I would just have to wait my turn and wait until he had left with, we hoped, an empty pair of balls.

Upon seeing his van pull up, I made my way to the hiding point behind the screen that hid the living room pc. Through the cracks of the screen I could see the whole room and you were not to deviate from the room. I also wanted you to, wherever and whenever possible to be facing my direction so that I could also see what he could see. After all, I wanted the fun too!

It seemed, as it was only about 20 seconds before you bent forward to open up the box that contained the surround system. “Damn” I uttered to myself for within the first 20 seconds of him coming into the house, there you were, showing him your naked tits, hard nipples. “Good” I commented to myself again as you lingered there, taking out the speakers and then placing them on the couch. Now this was such a wonderful move and idea, this we didn’t discuss once but I can see that you took the opportunity and one that came out to perfection for as you placed the speakers on the couch, the leaning forward motion caused the already high hemline to rise even higher. I know he could see the lower portion to your ass cheeks because I could see them. Twice more this move was undertaken and on each time, the sight before his eyes (and mine) was one to behold and linger upon.

“Would you like something to drink?” I heard you ask him with a follow up of “Coffee, tea, water, soda or beer, make your choice, I’m having a beer”. He asked for a beer too and he watched as you turned to walk to the refrigerator. Once again, the planning was perfect for the beers were on the bottom shelf and of course, you had to bend over to pick two bottles out. Once again, the skirt rose and yes, once again, that ass was on show. This was good, you were good and I had no doubt that in my mind, you were going to get better.

He was on his knees as you passed him the beer and whether it was by design or by luck, the doctored skirt exposed an ample view of your left thigh. I had the feeling it was by design, as you appeared to have your feet slightly more apart than you normally would. I wasn’t complaining though and I very much doubt he was too bothered either.

For the next 10 minutes there wasn’t really much opportunity or chances for you to show or expose, for he was busy sorting out the wiring, testing the connections and looking at the manual. I saw you look over at me; I saw your smile although you couldn’t see mine. You didn’t see it get broader as you crossed your legs and slightly adjusting the skirt to show more of your thigh, but my smile did get broader just as my cock got harder.

It was if I could see your mind ticking over on how or what or when to do the next step. I could see the quizzical look, the furrowed brow and then the soft smile, as a plan must have come to your mind.

“Another beer?” you asked thereby attracting his attention and just at the right time too as you prepared to get off of the couch. What another glorious move you made, perfect timing for as he looked at you, you were getting up and the skirt stayed where it was for a few seconds, the front part of it partially fell to one side briefly, briefly enough to afford him a view of your pussy lips.

Another beer was passed to him; another view of your tits was given to him. This time, he didn’t just glance; he stared and then looked at you as you stood up straight. “Could you pass me that speaker please?” he asked of you pointing to the speaker on the floor by the remote control. I am sure, positive even, that you smiled knowing damn well that he could reach it for himself but wanted you to do it and give him a better view of your lower body. You did just that. I had to stifle the gasp as you bent over to pick it up. I was so close to giving myself away as I saw the sight before my eyes, even from the distance I was away.

Maybe it was the close proximity of your legs, maybe it was the way you lingered a little, and maybe it was just that he could see your pussy lips. Whatever it was I watched his hand reach over and run along the back of your thighs. “Very brave” I thought to myself as I watched him and his hand resting on the back of your thigh. I have a feeling he was both relieved and pleased when you didn’t move or turn around and slap his face for being so forward. I don’t quite think that he quite expected your reaction though. I don’t think he expected you to part your feet a little more. I don’t think he expected the lowering of your body down as his hand moved slightly higher. I don’t think he really expected to have his fingers brush your pussy lips. Naturally, I knew and you knew that at some stage throughout the afternoon that his fingers would find their way there, not only his fingers either, we both knew that his tongue and cock would be there too; plus we knew his cock would be in your mouth.

I heard the low moan from your throat as you lowered your body even more. His fingers slipped into you as you moved up and down, trapping those two fingers deep inside, gripping his fingers with the walls of your tight pussy. You continued riding on his fingers, another moan escaped your throat as you sunk low, taking them deep into you, holding your body still as you used the muscles to milk his fingers. “Ohhh fuckk” you muttered as you felt the familiar feeling of an orgasm building. He took that as a sign and began to pump his fingers in and out of you. You let out a huge moan as the wave of your orgasm hit. You pulled yourself off of his fingers and before he could do anything, you turned and took his wrist and then took his fingers into your mouth, cleaning them.

Standing, you reached for the bottom of the top, pulled it over your head and then sat on the couch, parting your legs wide, pulling the skirt up over your hips and just said “Lick me, lick me”. He obeyed and moved inside your thighs, his fingers parted your wet lips and you shuddered as his tongue slipped over each one and then over your hood. Your fingers helped him as you pulled the hood back to expose your clitoris to his tongue. Your head resting on the back of the couch, your eyes closed as you thoroughly enjoyed the tongue manipulation to your clit.

I knew you were close to cumming again when I saw your hands reach out and grab his head, pulling him onto your pussy. Your legs crossed around his shoulders as your mouth omitted a low moan and then a gasp as you came once more. “Ohhhh fuckkkkk, yesss.yess…yesss, don’t stop…fuckkkk” were the words to escape from your mouth as you bucked at his face, feeling his tongue slip inside your pulsating pussy.

Your orgasm subsided and you leaned towards him, your lips met his as you tasted your own juices, licking his lips clean and once they were so, you told him to stand up. He did just that and immediately your fingers ran over the large bulge in his jeans. You didn’t unzip him straightaway like most women would do, you knew that it was highly erotic to just run your hand up and down the bulge, pressing down on it and then leaning in and using your teeth to bite on it through the denim. Only when you heard him gasping did you reach up to undo the button and then the zip, pulling his jeans down to his ankles. Your hand once again ran over the bulge covered by his shorts. You ran your nails over it and then over his thighs. Your looked up at him and smiled as your hand slipped underneath his shorts and came into contact with his cock. Once you felt the flesh, your hands pulled down his shorts and your eyes were fixed upon the cock that sprang into view. Immediately you took hold of it and brought it to your mouth. I watched as you took just the head into your lips, sucking just on that head. That was until you looked into his eyes and said “Fuck my throat, slam that cock into my throat”. I couldn’t see his face, but I am sure he was smiling as he grabbed your red locks, entwining his fingers into them and roughly slammed his hips forward, literally driving his cock into your wide-open mouth, just the way you like it, hard and brutal. I saw you gagging as you forced him down as far as you could. I swear that if you could you’d take his balls in there too. I heard your gagging sounds as you enjoyed the feeling of having your throat fucked.
I watched as your right hand went to your pussy, I watched your finger rubbing your clit as you moved your mouth away from his cock to catch your breath before taking him deep again. This was a deep throat fuck you were giving him and I wondered just how long he could hold on for. He couldn’t hold on and within a minute of my thinking, he let out a groan as you took hold of his cock in your hand and began to stroke him, to finish him off. “Over my tits honey, come over my tits”. He did just that, a huge jet of cum shot out and hit your firmly on the valley of your tits, another jet shot out and hit you on the chin and the last one shot into your open mouth as you took the head of his cock into your lips again. You didn’t let go of him, your cheeks hollowed out as you sucked as hard as you could on the cock in your mouth. You wanted to make sure his balls were emptied into your mouth and you achieved that intention, with gusto.

He wasn’t even out of the door as I came out from behind the screen. My cock was already out and I roughly pushed you onto the couch. “Get on your knees slut” I commanded pushing your face onto the couch as I got down behind you.

It was just like Martine and Richard said, it was extremely intense and like they found out, it took only minutes before my balls were being emptied into your pussy. Your orgasm followed as I pumped the last of me seed into you and I held your hips, drawing you even tighter onto my cock to enjoy the feeling of your juices flowing and covering my subsiding cock. Yes, indeed, it was an intense fuck.


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