Hotwife Lizzie? 3

I can’t recall a time when even the air felt sexually charged. Only Lizzie and I knew the real reason behind this dinner party, and as far as I was concerned, the idea was that Lizzie would simply use it to think about the possibility of having sex with Charles.

I had expected no sexual activity. Hoped for some, yes. Expected, no. So we’d sunk that expectation already and somehow the sexual tension was there. Tight. Like a balloon being blown up. Full, the rubber expanded to bursting point, but still, someone was blowing into it.

That someone was Lizzie. I’d suggested she should repay Carol for the orgasm the latter had just given her and she had readily agreed. There were no dissenting voices from the men. Charles, as usual, was laid back. He could have been watching an episode of East Enders. Chris was not laid back. I didn’t need X-ray eyes to discern that he had a raging hard on, not very effectively constrained in his trousers. Lizzie was making a move on Carol so I decided it was time we ladies had something to admire too.

“Come on guys, don’t be shy. Get your cocks out before they explode in your pants.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” replied Charlie as he deftly unzipped and allowed his cock to spring to attention. Chris was different. His eyes were glued to the back of his wife’s head, which was firmly wedged between Carol’s thighs. The thighs of a woman he’d met only a few hours earlier who, to all, would have seemed a demure and ladylike woman during the meal. Now she was there, legs wide apart, dress up to her waist, stockings, and suspenders on view. Chris didn’t undo his trousers or even touch his cock. A pound to a penny he was frightened that even touching it would cause him to explode. By now, I was sure he knew why we were all together. Whether his dream came true was out of my hands. Carol's tits weren’t though. Having reminded myself what Charlie’s cock looked like (how could I forget) I went to help Lizzie bring Carol off. Not that it looked as though she needed much help. Her oral technique had come on in leaps and bounds. I undid buttons as necessary and pushed Carol's bra aside, found a nipple, and suckled on it. (Another perversion for another day — find a woman who was lactating and try her milk. Is that too depraved?)

Her hand went between my legs, inside my knickers. At the first touch of her fingers, I knew I’d be joining her in another orgasm. She has a way of titillating my pussy lips. A gentle caress that makes me shudder. Then suddenly she’d thrust one or two fingers into me, knuckle deep, and wiggle them. She did just that. We were looking into each other's eyes. Knowingly, wordlessly, acknowledging where this was going.

She surprised me. She came first. Perhaps it was having a new woman suck her cunt. Whatever caused it as the orgasm coursed through her, it made her jam her fingers into me even harder. My orgasm couldn’t wait either. Another moan. Another collapse. Another clap from Charles. Lizzie looked up at Carol. “Was that alright?”

“Hun, you have to ask?” Carol leaned forward and kissed her.

We were now in serious disarray with our clothes. Undone garments, soaked dresses. “I need to sort myself out,” I said. Carol had a better idea.

“Hun, save your energy. What’s the point of having men around if they can’t do menial tasks for us?”

Without waiting for a reply, she stood up and wandered over to Chris. “I need help Hun. Reach up my skirt and rip my nix off. There’s a good boy.”

I glanced at Lizzie. This wasn’t in the script, but she didn’t look upset and in fact said. “Go on then Chris.”

Carol was standing in front of Chris and shuffled forward pushing between his legs. That did it. He’d been sitting immobile, seemingly wondering if he was in some dream, but now he was wide awake. His hands went up her dress and pulled. Pushed her knickers down to her ankles.

Carol pulled her dress up to her waist and started fingering herself inches in front of Chris’s face. “Come on Hun, show me that cock or I’ll not let you shag me later.” I didn’t need to look at Lizzie to gauge her reaction. My arm was around her shoulders and gently massaging a tit, while her hand was fingering my pussy. I felt her intake of breath. Clearly not in anger but anticipation. This was going all the way. “Go on Chris. What you waiting for?” she encouraged.

His eyes fixed on Carol’s dripping cunt as she continued fingering herself. His hands on autopilot undid his trousers and zip and out he popped. He had more control than he gave himself credit for. No spontaneous explosion. But he was solid. Yummy solid.

He glanced at his wife. No words, but both expressions conveying the necessary. “Can I?”

“Fuck yes!”

It was the starting pistol.

His hand joined Carol’s…

Part 3 to follow