TWENTY FIVE
More Welcoming
Saisha has lain herself across the table, her chin in her hands, propped up on her elbows.
You are sitting on the floor between her legs and you are sucking her husband's come out of her cunt.
At least that was how it started, by now you've probably accomplished that task, but the two of you are enjoying it so much, you continue.
Charles is sitting on the table beside Saisha, one leg tucked under his wife's ass, the other draped off the edge of the table.
He idly strokes her hair and down her back, tracing her spine down to her ass.
She waggles her tail and that encourages you to redouble your efforts.
I sit on the couch, watching.
Your saliva has now dried on my cock and I idly toy with myself.
My broad smile has settled comfortably and my is breathing deep and slow.
I realize that your mother has been gone quite a long time, absent.
I turn on one of the eggs as a reminder.
Shortly, she leads in Kyle and James, the gay couple that live in the old house on the corner, one of the oldest in the area.
They are often seen sitting on the porch rockers, drinking, holding hands and watching the sunset.
She pulls Kyle's shirt out of the waistband of his pants and unbuttons it from the bottom up.
She lays it open and, as she pushes it off his shoulders, she kisses his chest.
He is tall and slender, with an athletic grace.
He is a dancer in the Civic Ballet.
Not a lead or featured, but still, a constant luminance.
He lays his shirt neatly on the couch as she slips his soft moccasins off.
He unties the cinch of his linen pants and after she has removed his shoes, she pulls them off his long muscular legs.
She marvels at the size of his half erect cock.
She touches it as if it were a rare and precious art object.
They both turn to James to undress him.
She pulls his soft pullover shirt over his head and lays it on the couch.
His body is softer. He's average height.
He's an accountant - or something like that. He works in a bank.
He is very well paid, able to own that marvelous house.
Kyle has pulled James' shorts down to his ankles.
He can't resist kissing his fat cock, which twitches on contact.
Your mother helps him step out of the shorts.
Kyle sucks James into his eager mouth.
Your mother sits on her heels and watches, fascinated.
She clutches her tit through her top.
The men lift her by her elbows and guide her back into the armchair.
As she snuggles down, I turn on two of the eggs.
They kiss and caress each other as they stand.
Their hands explore... no, explore is the wrong word. It is obvious that they are well acquainted with each other's bodies.
James gently pushes Kyle back to our desk, the back of his thighs pressed against the edge.
James is obviously the more aggressive, kissing his willing partner with a beautiful gentle power.
Kyle turns around to face the desk and leans across, offering his ass to James.
James bends down to press a kiss to Kyle's left asscheek, before caressing both cheeks, smoothing his palms and fingers over the firm muscles.
He adds a few more kisses, covering that ass lovingly.
He gently bites Kyle's right asscheek.
"Ahhhh. That feels so nice, love."
"You've not been exercising as you should, your getting sort of cushy. A little plump even.
But perfect for spanking."
"Tease."
"Tease, is it?"
Slap
"Ahhh."
"You want more."
James continues to administer a loving spanking.
You mother watches, entranced with growing excitment.
She slips one hand into her top and plays with her tits.
The other hand lifts her skirt to allow access to her pussy and fingers her cunt.
James takes a firm stance behind Kyle and lines up his cock to the cleft between those well-developed muscles.
He uses one hand to aim and Kyle swivels to accommodate his thick dick into his welcoming ass.
They work together to sheath James' cock slowly into Kyle.
Slowly and steadily they partner to go deeper, until he is balls deep and moaning from how good it feels.
Kyle rocks back and forth on the staff held firmly in place by the steadiness of his partner.
Kyle moans out, "I love the way you massage my prostate."
His lover laughs, "It's practice. You know, it's all in the reps."
Kyle, "Ahhhhh. Gggn."
Kyle pushes back on James' hips and slips off James' rod.
He turns around and the two stand face to face, kissing.
Your mother watches their cocks roll over each other.
She licks her lips and squeezes her tits beneath the embroidered muslin.
Kyle lifts his legs and folds them against his torso, knees to chest.
James pulls him so that his ass hangs at the edge of our desk and presses into his dearest lover.
Tenderly, as if afraid he was going to hurt him.
But, there was no real fear of that, they were so well-matched and their years of experience together was magical to witness.
You mother witnesses, and somehow is part of their loving act.
She is increasingly excited and she works herself to a shuddering climax.
James leans down and, biting Kyle's shoulder, clings to him as if preparing for a tornado that was about to hit him and carry him away.
They rose together to their shattering climax - not simultaneous, but cascading between them.
Kyle slips off our desk and sucks James's cock deeply and lovingly.
James arches back, his face to the ceiling.
"You send me to heaven. Actual heaven, K."
Kyle's mumbled reply is, of course, wordless as his mouth is working and full.
James lifts Kyle to his feet and, wrapping his arms around his chest, holds him tight and seems to have no intention of ever releasing him.
Kyle kisses the top of the shorter man's head.
"I'm not going anywhere. Anywhere but home with you."
They stand pressed together, basking in the aftermath of their glorious orgasm.
James takes Kyle's hand and leads him towards their clothes laying on the couch.
As they cross the room, they gave each other small but happy smiles.
Kyle pauses and steps to your mother.
They both thank her with kisses.
She helps them dress and, when they are clothed, they leave.
She rises to follow them out and notices that there is a glob of Kyle's come left on the desktop.
She licks up the white blob and then uses her skirt to wipe our desk clean.
She steps out of the office to return to yard.
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You are sucking Charles' cock who is laid back on the table, his head hanging off the edge to suck Saisha's tiny tits. She leans in to accept his erotic eagerness, sitting on her heels, her fingers delving into her pussy with increasing insistence.
None of you are showing any interest in the activities of your mother.
You have all abandoned the images on the big screen, caught up in your pursuits here in the livingroom.
This is not surprising, there is now merely the static image of the office being presented.
I am taken up with the active visual and olefactory display your entanglements on the table before me.
Right now, I am watching the three of you, combing my fingers through your hair.
One of my favorite activities.
My cock is full and almost painfully hard. I pull and slide my fingers along my shaft.
Realizing it has been a while since your mother left, following Kyle and James back out the yard, I wonder what is going on at the Welcome Back BBQ in your honor.
And how she is derelict in her duty to seduce.
At the very least in her duty to entertain us with the fruits of her enticements.
I turn on all four eggs for a very brief pulse.
I do it again.
And again.
Ahhh, here she in.
She leads her former boss and his wife through the door.
Mr Howard is rich and looks it.
Even at an outdoor neighborhood BBQ he is immaculately dressed.
His wealth is obvious in the luxuriant material of his simple shirt and pants, which are somehow tailored to hide his belly-bulge and draw attention to his broad chest and shoulders, which leads one to look at his face, strong jawed and not unattractive.
His lithe, statuesque wife is wearing a deceptively simple white shift whose darts and tucks enhance and draw attention to the perfection of her perfectly right-sized tits. The black belt cinches the dress's waist above her hunger-inducing hips. The dress hangs from the belt to drape over and enhance the display of her perfect ass, and, while demure, it is the ideal length to enforce appreciation of her awesomely long and perfectly turned legs
It is inarguable that she is beautiful and on display.
A trophy.
Without preamble, his wife open-hand slaps your mother's face as if she is angry.
Then she backhands her.
Her husband stands, back against the door, looking on with an enigmatic smile, his head cocked slightly to the side.
Enjoying the show.
I do not understand the anger - was the man cheating on her with your mother?
That would not be uncharacteristic of her.
Her eagerness for sexual engagement and her insatiable desire to submit were what drew me to her in the first place.
And drew many others before me.
And during our entire relationship.
And, no doubt since.
As she continued her powerful assault on your mother's face, I realized that she was not angry in the least.
She was simply enjoying the expression of abusive power.
She was merely asserting the dominance she felt that she so richly deserved.
She was not avenging some former wrong, she was delighting in her privilege of power.
Impersonal.
