"So are you going to do more than just watch?" he said.
I just stood there, frozen. I told myself to snap out of it and thought of the few other regrets I'd had when placed in situations like this before. I had to do something or else I'd regret this one too. Suddenly empowered, I responded coyly, "that depends on what'd you like to do exactly" as I stepped out of the shadows and into the room, facing him.
He grinned, still holding his very stiff member in one hand, looking up at me.
"So how do YOU think we should approach this?"
I continued to watch him stroke and tug which made me wet. I was flustered and could barely speak or think. But I knew I had to say something.
"Well," I began, "if you want to be a good boy, I can continue watching you, you can watch me, and we'll be even."
"Or...?" he said.
"Or we can do what we really want to do- throw caution to the wind and have some fun!"
He paused for a moment, chuckled, and said "oh what the hell! Door #2 it is!"
Picking up the play on words, I countered, "well it definitely can be if you hit the right spot!" I beamed.
We had known each other for not too long and what was about to happen was against everything we had personally worked for in life. We both had loving partners, children, and stature in the community. Our partners were friends and we had all begun hanging out together as a foursome more and more in the last few months. I had already run through many scenarios in my head as fantasy from a foursome to me watching he and his wife, him watching us, me and his wife alone, watching mine with him-everything. But this...this took the cake.
I climbed into their enormous bed, facing him, legs matching his legs' open sprawl, feet touching. He never stopped stroking but his pace did quicken once I sat in front of him. I was wearing an old t-shirt with no underwear, as I liked to let her breathe when I slept. I began kneading my heavy but not overly ample breasts through the cloth while staring into his eyes. He continued to stroke himself, staring at my now glistening cunt, with his head down in a daze. It's like he was fantasizing while still participating! He'd always been a man of few words but this was just guttural. He began to grunt as my hands moved all over my torso, with one settling on my soft mound. I began to rub my button with the pads of my fingers, slowly, encircling the tiny thing with manual dexterity. He grunted as his strokes became longer and harder. I continued to watch and get more turned on which made me rub myself even harder. I began to moan, hiss, and shudder as I brought myself to orgasm.
I pulled the shirt over my head slowly and let my perky but heavy breasts drop slowly from the cloth. Suddenly he snarled out, "Now finger yourself." He was demanding, insistent, and forceful- and I liked it!
I continued to work my pulsating nib, rubbing my swollen labia just before making his wishes come true. I started with one finger, but I was so wet that it meant nothing, so I went to two. His breathing became more labored and intense, along with his stroking. I could tell he was about to come since his balls had begun to contract and his legs were trembling. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as I pumped my hand in and out my sopping hole to his rhythm. We both convulsed and came in unison, surprisingly. Not completely spent, he let go of his still semi-hard rock and motioned me over. I crawled on all fours between his legs and straddled his hips, making sure my clit was in contact with his shaft. He moaned and urged my movements on as I rocked my hips back and forth for extra pleasure. I could feel him stiffening so I sat up on my knees just enough to let him slip inside me. As of this moment we still had not kissed. Feeling the muscles of my vagina contract around him, he became more aggressive. He grabbed me by the nape and pulled me close to his face, staring into my eyes as we thrust together. I could see the beads of sweat form on his forehead as his breath quickened. Soon he began to grunt and snarl, like an animal, as I picked up speed on his dick. In one move he let go of my neck, slapped me across the face, grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks in one hand as he roughly kissed me, biting my lips. There was so much pain and pleasure at once I didn't know what to feel. I was even more turned on!
"Fucking choke me and call me your little bitch!" I implored. He happily obliged. "Tell me I'm your fuck slut!"
"You're my little fuckslut and I'm going to fuck you up real good, darling."
I continued to grind my hips into his, wanting to take in every inch, but he knew more had to be done. Just when I thought he was going to come again, he locked my legs around his waist and flipped me over to my back. He was still strong and solid from his days in the military. No six pack, but firm and massive in the arms, legs, and chest- where it counts. My eyes widened with anticipation as I grew anxious for what was coming next. He plowed into my cavern deep and hard. His balls slapped my ass as my thighs clenched around his waist, trying to bring him even deeper into me. I could feel the tip of his dick hitting my cervix and g-spot over and over again. I could barely contain my squeals of delight. He continued to grunt and sweat and pump into me furiously, while never breaking his gaze into my eyes. I tried to close my eyes in ecstasy, but each time he'd slap my face, squeeze it, and kiss me hard while fucking me. It was so primal!
His strokes got shorter and faster and I just knew he was going to shoot his load. So I reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed before he could erupt. He had closed his eyes for that quick moment but when he opened them, he knew what I had done and laughed mischievously.
"Well, well, well...I think you're going to regret that."
