Hotwife Lizzie? 5
Imagine the scene. Husband and wife, lips locked together in a loving kiss. Wife gently massaging her husband’s cock. A virtual stranger…
Imagine the scene. Husband and wife, lips locked together in a loving kiss. Wife gently massaging her husband’s cock. A virtual stranger, his cock also rigid, pressed into the back of the woman, massaging her tits with an experienced hand. That virtual stranger’s wife on her knees her head between my thighs giving me expert cunnilingus.
East Enders anyone?
No, didn’t think so. The tableau in front of me was horny enough on its own. Add to that Carol's tongue doing magical things to my clit and I was close to an orgasm. One I didn’t want. Well, no, not true. Of course I wanted it, but I didn’t want to upset the atmosphere. I didn’t want to fracture the feeling that Lizzie might be on the verge of letting another man fuck her. Might be about to join my merry band of sexually free women.
As best I could I concentrated on watching the trio. The kiss between Chris and his wife continued. Grinding lips. Tongues duelling. I admired Chris’s ability to control what must have been a huge urge to erupt. Not only because his wife’s hand was now a blur up and down his shaft but also because of the stranger’s hands groping, kneading, pinching, his wife’s tits and nipples, inches from his face.
Then Charles’s hand left a tit and ran down her body. Over her stomach. Down to her pussy. But it didn’t stop there. His fingers momentarily touched her lips but then found her other hand. He held her wrist, wrapped his fingers around hers. Pulled her hand around behind her. To his cock. A moment of truth. Lizzie and I had played with each other with a stranger watching, with Chris fucking Lizzie. She had yet to touch another man’s penis.
The setup was awkward. He held her hand palm upward out flat. Moved his body away from hers. Let his engorged cock flop into her palm.
She was no longer kissing Chris. Their heads had parted and their eyes were locked. No words, but a silent conversation.
‘Do you really want me to do this?’
‘Yes, but only if you want to.’
I saw her eyes dart across to me looking at my face as Carol lapped up my juices. I like to think seeing my ecstatic look sealed the deal. She kissed her husband and turned to face Charles, looking down at his rigid member as if she’d never seen one before. Her hand closed on it, she whispered something to him that I didn’t catch. He replied, “Of course my dear”. She started wanking him. Alternately looking in his eyes, at his cock, and at her husband, who was now sitting watching his wife’s first interaction with another man.
Charles reached out a hand cupped a tit and kissed it. Massaged it. Squeezed it. Lizzie bit her lip. Increased her effort on his cock. Charlie’s head came up, he groaned and came. Knowing Charlie as I now do, the timing of his eruption was of his choosing. Lizzie’s wanking wouldn’t have taken him over the top. He did it for her. A gentle introduction to being a hot wife. His cum, in its usual enormous quantity, sprayed up Lizzie’s body, over her stomach and tits.
The sight proved too much for Chris. His load erupted with no recipient. Most ending on my carpet.
Charlie’s eruption had triggered mine too. Sticky gooey cum issuing forth. How’s a girl to react?
Carol's head came out from between my legs. “Sounds as if there might be some more cream for this cat to lick up.”
She crawled over to Chris. “Naughty boy. Wasting it like that. Never mind. I’m sure there’s more where that came from.” She set about licking up what drops of cum she could from Chris's cock and groin.
I recovered from my climax and followed her over to Lizzie who had collapsed in a chair. “Well done. Plain sailing now,” I offered by way of encouragement. She didn’t look at me. Her eyes were on Carol who now had Chris’s flaccid cock fully in her mouth. “I thought I’d hate that.” She said in a faraway voice as if in a trance.
I wasn’t sure if she was referring to her hand job on Charles or watching her husband get sucked so asked. “What?”
Her head came back and she looked at me now licking Charles cum up from around her pussy.
She smiled an almost manic smile. “Both, you witch. Leave some for Chris.”
I decided to be bold. “He’s busy. I’m sure Charlie will clean up his own mess though.”
She didn’t say anything but “Mm,” and looked away to her husband again, with a look more akin to someone dreaming of a sun soaked beach in paradise. Evidently, Carol's ministrations were having the desired effect on Chris. I wouldn’t say he had a raging hard, but there was life in his member. I beckoned Charlie over and moved behind Lizzie so I could have a feel of her tits while I watched the action. Charlie had no qualms about licking up his own cum. Most of it was on Lizzie’s tummy and he concentrated on that, but then moved up towards her tits. I pushed them together to make a more enticing target. Hardly necessary. The great thing was, though, that Lizzie didn’t object. Her dreamlike trance had given way to a look that very much said she was in the here and now and enjoying it. As was I. Feeling those gorgeous tits. Seeing Charles's tongue licking her nipple. Rubbing my hips into hers. Her breathing was getting more interesting, too. Short sharp intakes of breath when a tongue flicked a nipple. But then he went south. Licking and kissing, his lips left her tits and travelled over her stomach. Ever moving towards her pussy. Slowly. Giving her ample time to say no. To stop the whole thing. No such demand. His lips reached hers. My head was now nestled into her neck, kissing it and nibbling her ear.
I felt her stance change. She moved her feet, opening her legs. Giving Charles access. His lips met hers. I felt a tremble through her body. Her knees sagged. It was a good job I had my arms around her or she may have collapsed. The three of us fell back onto the sofa. No chance of Chris’s cock collapsing with what Carol was doing to him. It was now at full strength. His eyes hungrily taking in the scene. His wife’s cunt being licked out by another man. Carol was still using her formidable skills on his cock, but it was the sight of his wife being sucked that had his attention. My head was next to Lizzie’s still. Her eyes were shut tight. She was muttering, almost silently, more to herself than to me or the others. “Oh, jeez. Oh, what am I doing? Oh, god. That’s so fucking good.” Then louder. “Chris Chris oh, Chris! fuck! Pleaseee!” She put her hands on the back of Charlie’s head, held it in tight, rubbed her cunt into it and came with a piercing scream. At least it seemed so after the near silence. Her body jerked. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck.” She held Charlie’s head against her pussy. Her juices running out of the side down his cheeks although he was swallowing lots too. Her orgasm induced shaking went on, as did her moans. I glanced at Chris. A little boy who’s wished for Christmas present sat proudly under the tree. Somehow he hadn’t come even with the added inducement of Carol's mouth. Either a super human effort at control or he hadn’t yet recovered sufficiently. By the state of his cock, I had to assume it was the former.
Meanwhile, his wife was lying back on the sofa coming down from her climax. But slowly. Due in part to Charles still licking her. And in part that I was still kissing her. Lips to lips. I didn’t want her down to ground zero having time to contemplate what she had done or, more accurately, what she had allowed to be done to her. I wanted her still on a plateau, wanting more. Demanding Charlie’s cock.
What she got was Chris’s cock. Carol had stopped sucking him to watch her husband avoid drowning in Lizzie’s juices. Chris stood up and issued orders. “Charlie lie on the floor. Wife, on all fours over him.” His tone was interesting. His choice of Charlie rather than Charles was too. He was playing out some scenario in his head. Both people did as asked.
“Suck him.” Charlie’s cock hadn’t yet recovered he was still flaccid but that didn’t seem to be relevant. Lizzie did as she was told. As she took the cock in her mouth Chris thrust into her. The term ‘banging’ gets used often enough when talking about a fuck but I’ve never known it to be such an appropriate word to describe what Chris was doing to his wife. The power! The force of each thrust. Lizzie’s body pushed forward each time. She had no option but to let Charles's cock go. Chris noticed. “Fucking whore. Slap her tits, Charlie. Hard!” There was no hesitation from the man on the floor. There was no sign of dissent from the woman being used by these two, either. The expression on her face confirmed she had no qualms about what was happening. Her head went back. “Oh fuck fuck.” The word repeated time after time as Chris’s cock continued thudding into her. Repeated time after time as Charles's palm thwacked into her swinging tits. Her bright red swinging tits.
Carol and I were on opposite sides of this tableau but both reacting the same way. Our fingers deep in our cunts. Working ourselves. Feeding on Lizzie’s state.
There were five of us and poor Charlie was the odd one out. The rest of us came. Chris first. A final bang. He grabbed her hips. Held himself in. Repeated “You fucking slut!” It triggered Lizzie. With one last shouted “Fuck!” her body contorted, her juices leaking out around Chris’s cock dripping on to Charles. And that triggered Carol and me. More juices leaking. I didn’t want mine wasted. I crawled over to Charles. Sat astride his head. There was still plenty of juiceto come. He slurped on my pussy. I was so hot from what was happening. No thought of what I was doing with a man. I needed sexual contact.
Carol had similar thoughts and used Chris as her receptacle.
God what an orgy. Was that it? If it was it was a night to remember. If it wasn’t…
