Hotwife Lizzie? 4
Chris’s hand joined Carol's or at least tried to. She slapped it away. “No, no Hun, you haven’t finished undressing me yet.” She took…
Chris’s hand joined Carol's or at least tried to. She slapped it away. “No, no Hun, you haven’t finished undressing me yet.” She took Chris’s hand and pulled him up and led him over to us or more precisely to Lizzy. They stood only a couple of feet from her.
“I thought you should have a ringside seat, Hun. Watch your husband intently. Okay my man, off with my skirt. You don’t have a problem with that do you, Hun?”
I’ve known Carol for years even though only in this sexual world we both now inhabit for a year. I know she has great intuition about people and situations and I was sure she’d summed up what that night was about.
Lizzie was lost for words. Her fingers that had been gently working me stilled, and she robotically shook her head.
“Good, so I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you where the zip is young man.”
She didn’t. Chris was happy to oblige although I noticed he was trembling. Nerves? Excitement? Probably a combination.
The zip went down. Her skirt dropped to the floor. “Now my top. Buttons down the back. As if you hadn’t sussed it.”
The buttons showed the extent of Chris’s nerves and it took him some while to complete the task. While he did, Lizzie came out of her catatonic state and her fingers recommenced keeping me happy and horny.
Eventually, he had all the buttons undone, he pushed the top forward, Carol shrugged her shoulders, and it joined her skirt on the floor.
“Bra on or off Charlie?” Carol asked her husband, who still sat nonchalantly in the chair, wanking his cock.
“Keep it on dearest. You know I love the uplift it gives you.”
“Your word O master. So mistress, what’s next on the menu?” Carol addressed this to me. The choice was clear. Chris to fuck Carol or Lizzie to become involved with Charles. I decided on that. I had to give Lizzie the chance to go forward or draw a line under the proceedings.
“I think, whilst I’m reluctant to ask Lizzie to stop frigging me, she should really let Charles do what Chris has just done. After all, all poor Charlie has done this evening is touch himself.”
Lizzie’s head shot up. It had been resting on my shoulder, and she stared at me. Unspoken words issued forth. You’re joking. Seriously?
But it was now Chris’s turn to urge her on. He’d returned to his chair, his cock still rampant. “Go on Lizzie. It only taking your clothes off and you were happy enough to strip off for that van driver. Think of the feeling that gave you.” She glanced at me again. ‘I’ll kill you for this.’ she hissed but her eyes said something very different. Alive. Shining. She stood up and walked over to Charles and stood in front of him. Stood there silently waiting.
“You’re a very attractive woman, Elizabeth. I’m honoured you will permit me to do this.” As I’ve said, Charles can be pompous at times, but it also reinforces the meaning of the words true gentleman. You couldn’t take offence and felt you could say no at any time. The perfect approach for Lizzie.
Charlie made no attempt to stand up, or even to sit up, but continued lounging back. His legs were crossed and he raised his foot and stuck his toe under the hem of Lizzie’s dress and lifted it. If she was unhappy with him doing it, she could simply have stepped back. She didn’t move. His foot raised the hem clear of her stockings, giving him a view of her knickerless crotch. “Divine. Let me help you divest yourself of some garments.”
He then stood, held her by the shoulders, and turned her to face her husband. “I’m sure your lucky husband wishes to view this.” By the look on Chris’s face that was a correct assumption!
Charles stood behind Lizzie and pressed his body against hers, his erect, exposed cock sandwiched between them. Lizzie tensed. Not something I thought possible. She hadn’t exactly been relaxed anyway, however, she made no effort to move. Her and her husband’s eyes were locked. I was envious there was so much love in the looks.
Charles's hands came around Liz, pulled the tail of her blouse out of her skirt, and started undoing the buttons from the bottom. After each one, he ran his hand over Lizzie’s midriff, avoiding touching her tits. Checking she was okay with his touch. Each time I meet Charles, his control impresses me more. Those tits of Lizzie’s! So close. So tempting.
Eventually, the blouse was undone. He reached to her cuffs, undid those buttons too and slipped the blouse off and tossed it on a chair.
I suddenly realised the silence in the room. I had some music softly playing but other than that there was not a sound and the tension! I said earlier even the air felt sexually charged, but it was nothing to now.
Chris continued wanking himself. Carol continued fingering me. I continued idly tweaking Carol's nipple. Lizzie continued her statue impersonation. Charles continued stripping her.
Next was her skirt. A deft flick and the zip was down and the garment on the floor. She showed no sign of embarrassment. No wish for Charles's undressing of her to stop.
As Carol had asked Charles, so he asked Chris. “Bra on or off, old boy?”
“Off,” he replied in a very croaking voice.
Charles’s hands went to the clasp. Unhooked the two eyes. With the tip of a finger, he gently pushed each shoulder strap off, millimetre by millimetre. The tension! Ridiculous on so many fronts, but none the less real. The straps fell off her shoulders, but the bra stayed put. Lizzie had her arms clamped to her sides and they held it in place. “Now, now, don’t be shy,” offered Charles. If I’d been him I’d have wrenched the bra away, but then I’m not and it would have been the wrong thing to do. We all realised Lizzie was having a struggle with her conscience, a struggle rightfully she needed to resolve herself.
We waited. Tick, tock. It seemed a millennium. Lizzie and Chris’s eyes remained locked. He was still wanking, but not with fervour. More marking time, desperate to see what his wife was going to do. To move on and perhaps even let Charles fuck her or say ‘Enough. Let’s go home.’
Eventually, movement.
She raised her arms slightly. Her bra fell to the floor. She reached down to Charles's hands which had been nestling on her waist, took hold of them and planted them firmly on her tits.
Chris’s wanking became more urgent.
“Come and kiss me,” Lizzie pleaded to her husband. He needed no second invitation. There was a slight moment of comedy as he stood up and his trousers fell to his ankles and he almost fell on his face stepping forward, but no one was in the mood to laugh. He divested himself of them and his boxers took his wife’s face in both hands and they kissed long and lovingly. Charles's hands continued a light massage of Lizzie’s tits. Lizzie's hands grabbed her husband's cock. Carol grabbed my hand. “Come on Hun, this looks fun. Let’s join in.”
“No, leave them to it,” I whispered. “It’s Chris’s fantasy coming true. “
“Ah, I did wonder. In that case.” She slipped off the sofa, pushed my knees apart and began the most delicious devouring of my cunt.
I had a perfect view of the trio in front of me while being sent into raptures by Carol's tongue.
Part 5 to follow
