Hotwife Lizzie? 2
I wondered what the next few hours held in store when I opened the door to my first guests. Hopefully you’ve read about my chat with Lizzie…
I wondered what the next few hours held in store when I opened the door to my first guests. Hopefully you’ve read about my chat with Lizzie last weekend but if not I suggest you do, it will save me rewriting it! (https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/hotwife-lizzie-e01afff94b9)
Carol and Charles arrived first. I’d not betrayed Lizzie’s trust, they didn’t know the real reason for the meal nor come to that did Chris, her husband. At least, not unless Lizzie had changed her mind and told him. I’d check with her before the meal.
I settled them down with a drink, and we chatted about inane matters. They knew Lizzie and I were playing together, but I had told them that while the topic was not taboo, I didn’t want it dominating supper. Oh, I’m such a liar!
Chris and Lizzie arrived a few minutes later. She looked stunning.
I took them into the lounge and introduced the two couples. Lizzie was clearly nervous. When we’d discussed this, I’d suggested the meeting would be just so she could meet Charlie and see whether she felt comfortable enough to consider fulfilling Chris’s wish, so her nerves surprised me.
We chatted amiably, and the conversation stayed on a level any dinner party in the country could expect.
I served the food. I’d thought long and hard about the seating arrangement. In the end, I put myself at the head and each couple sitting next to each other but facing the opposite sex, so Charles faced Lizzy, Chris, Carol.
We ate and chatted. We drank. We laughed quite a lot. Charles has a repertoire of jokes and a way of telling stories that is amusing. A relaxed atmosphere. Perfect.
We got to coffee, and I asked Lizzy to give me a hand to bring in the cups and percolator while I suggested the others go to the lounge.
In the kitchen, I asked, “Well?”
She didn’t need to ask what I meant.
“He’s sweet, isn’t he?”
“Yes, I told you, but what about Chris’s wish?”
“I can’t. It’s too weird to imagine. We’ve been chatting for a couple of hours and they seem such nice normal people. I can’t get my head round what you say they get up to.”
“And what do you think their impression of you two is?”
She was silent, so I answered for her. “Exactly the same, I would think.” I took a chance. “Look, how about I get the conversation around to sexy things? See where it leads? See if it helps you realise how easily things could develop.”
The wine consumption probably helped with the reply that followed. “Okay, but no promises I’ll do anything .”
A thought struck me. “How would you feel about doing something with me and Carol in front of Charles? A bit like the driver in the car park, but more comfortable!”
Her reaction surprised me.
“Oh yes, that could be fun! You think Carol would?”
“Does a cat like milk? Come on, let me lead.” I think she felt on safe ground. Girly fun, just with an audience. Hopefully, it wouldn’t end there.
With that, I kissed her, and we returned to the others.
“That took a while,” said Carol knowingly. “What you been up to?”
A perfect opening and no, I hadn’t primed her.
“Talking girly talk,” I said as I handed the coffee around.
“Tell me more,” demanded Carol.
The two men were seated in armchairs and Lizzie had joined Carol on the sofa so I joined them.
“Well, you know me Carol, if there’s a bit of skirt around I want my hand up it.”
I’ve said the wine had flowed freely. Even in the company I was in, I doubt I would have phrased my reply quite like that without it. Nor with the action that followed.
I ran my hand up Carol’s leg.
Lizzy giggled, and said, “You suffer from her attention too, then?”
“Suffer’s the wrong word Hun, Do join in if you want to.” My hand had crawled up Carol’s thigh, over her stockings, her suspenders and into her knickers. No dampness, but I knew that wouldn’t last long.
Lizzie hesitated so Carol reached out and put Lizzie’s hand on her knee. It didn’t move. “No good there Hun. Go find Tracy’s.” Carol grabbed Lizzie’s hand pushing it up to mine. Lizzie looked unsure so Carol leaned towards her and kissed her. It did nothing to lessen the look of shock. I glanced over at the men. Charles, as I expected, was slouching in his chair, nonchalantly sipping his coffee and watching. Chris was anything but nonchalant. Sitting bolt upright, his hands were grasping the arms of his chair as if he was frightened of being bucked off.
My attention returned to my girlfriends. My fingers up Carol's cunt were now soaked. Lizzie hadn’t withdrawn from Carol’s kiss. Not that she was returning it with interest. She remained frozen and overcome by what was happening. Her hand near mine was stationary. I withdrew my fingers from Carol’s cunt. Found Lizzie’s fingers. Pushed them where mine had been. Carol responded. Thrusting her hips forward, devouring Lizzie’s fingers. Lizzie’s eyes opened. She looked past Carol at me. Seemingly querying what was happening to her. I leant across Carol and fondled Lizzie’s tit saying, “Let yourself go. Enjoy it.” That seemed to do it. Like a schoolgirl awaiting permission from her teacher. Lizzie began moving her fingers. Carol's hand went up Lizzie’s skirt, producing a sharp intake of breath. I assumed Carol's fingers were doing the same to Lizzie as she was doing to Carol. I had to find out. I got off the sofa and knelt in front of Lizzie, pushing her skirt up. She’d gone to town on her lingerie that’s for sure. Deep purple satin full knickers and matching suspenders. “Here guys, let’s not miss anything,” I announced as I attempted to pull those knickers off. Lizzie didn’t object. She raised her bum slightly, so they slipped down. They were wet. Well wet. I pulled them over her feet, turned, and tossed them to Charles. I hoped Chris would enjoy the sight of another man doing what I was positive Charlie would do. He didn’t disappoint. He caught them, put them to his nose, and did a theatrical sniff, then sucked on them. “My Chris, your wife tastes and smells gorgeous,” he said as he removed them from his mouth and tossed them to Chris. “Here. Enjoy them yourself.” Chris did as told, not that he needed any urging.
By the time I returned my attention to Lizzie, Carol’s head wedged between her thighs, producing sexy noises from that area and Lizzie’s throat. Her head was back, her eyes closed. I knelt on the sofa, kissed her and forced my hand down her top. None too gently grabbing a tit. Squeezing. Pulling it out of her bra. Out of her top. Dropping my head. Finding a nipple. Sucking, nibbling. Her first time having the attention of two women. Two people of either sex. No doubt in my mind, not the last.
I could only imagine what Carol’s tongue and fingers were doing. I knew from my experience with her it would be mind-blowing. I could only imagine what Chris and Charles were thinking. Both as hard as rock, I’d have thought.
Judging by Lizzie’s reactions, we were a good team, Carol and I. Sharp intakes of breath. Tremors through her body. But I had needs too. I stood up. Stood over her. Hitched my skirt up. Pulled my knickers aside. Lowered myself onto her face. She reacted. Bent her head back more so I could sit on it. Her tongue touched my lips. There was enough sex in the atmosphere to trigger my orgasm. Her touch lit the fuse for both of us. I poured juice over her face. No doubt Carol was receiving her fair share from Lizzie. Cries and moans from us both. All three of us collapsed on the sofa. A tangle of bodies, limbs, and clothes. There was clapping! Charles! “Bravo ladies!” (He can be a bit pompous at times) “I trust that was simply an apéritif?”
I looked at Chris. He might not have said anything, but the look on his face confirmed he’d enjoyed our show. I couldn’t imagine him disagreeing with Charles.
Poor Carol. She’d been giving, not receiving. I looked at Lizzy. “You need to thank Carol for that.”
“I do,” she said breathlessly. “And you.” So she did.
Part 2 to follow.
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