Nothing more relaxing than a good book after a warm shower, Tammy thought as she settled down next her husband on the couch, clad only in the soft bathrobe she got for Christmas and a towel around her head. She was about halfway into the book, that point where the plot has been pretty well established and things were really starting to get interesting. A friend of hers had recommended this one. She said it was one hell of a steamy bodice ripper. So far it had been pretty disappointing. Peter had been chasing Samantha who had been putting up a token resistance as always happens in these book.
She was pretty well into book land when Ben, her husband spoke. "What ya reading?" he asked her. "Nothing," she replied as she blushed a little, not wanting to tell him that she had been hoping for a dirty novel. The TV was off which meant he had been watching her for awhile. "Why don't you read some of it out loud," he suggested gently. She knew there was no way out of it.
He watched her and listened intently to her words as she read to him. Peter and Samantha just survived a car accident. They didn't know who was trying to kill them. Samantha had just finished the shower. Peter was in the room taking his shirt off. Tammy knew that the love scene she was waiting for was just about to happen. She resisted the urge to touch herself as she read. Ben was watching after all and she thought him watching her play with herself would be too embarrassing.
The writer was good and Tammy quickly felt herself drawn back into the story. There was the normal dialog, lots of innuendo and plenty of double entendre. Peter and Samantha were just now settling on to the bed and sliding beneath the smooth silky covers. Peter was describing the smell of Samantha's sex and how aroused she was. Tammy's own arousal wasn't lost on Ben. She had been so engrossed in her reading that she hadn't noticed him gently part her robe. He slowly and gently kissed his way up her leg while she was reading out loud. She stirred subconsciously and parted her legs for him, but gave no sign of noticing him.
He was careful to pace himself. He'd been with her for several years. He enjoyed watching her read her books. She didn't know it, but he had always enjoyed watching her play with herself as she read through the love scenes. He wanted to make it an activity for both of them.
He'd done his research on the internet ahead of time. He wanted to find a book with plenty of buildup to some well written erotica. None of those lame innuendos, he wanted something downright pornographic. He finally found the perfect book. He bought himself a copy and read through it in secret, carefully making note of the first in a long series of passionate love scenes. He talked to Frank at work. It just so happened that Frank was the husband of one of Tammy's best friends. Through that connection he was able to arrange for Tammy to start reading the book. From there it was just a simple matter of following her progress through it and being ready at the right time. Knowing what was happening and when certainly didn't help with the timing of his current endeavor either.
He was slowly working his way up her calf as Peter was going over Samantha's breasts. It wouldn't be much longer now. Peter began kissing his way down Samantha's flat tummy. That was his cue to move it up. Ben started kissing his way up Tammy's soft inner thigh to reach her warm slit just as Peter reached Samantha's. Ben kissed her outer lips, parting them slowly with his tongue.
She had been so into the moment she hardly noticed it. Peter had been slowly teasing Samantha. God she wished Ben wasn't watching so she could play with herself. As if reading her mind, there Ben was. She struggled, gasped in excitement, and almost came then. She had to struggle to focus on the book. It was tough work, but she quickly realized that Ben was following the activity of the story. As Peter played with Samantha, so did Ben play with Tammy. He gently sucked her clit as she read on. Peter slid his fingers slowly into Samantha, Ben did the same. First one, then two. She stopped and put the book down, wanting him to get her off so bad. "Oh baby that feels so good. I want you inside me." She moaned to her lover. He kissed the inside of her leg before looking up to answer her, "your just going to have to keep reading," he replied to her with a wicked smile, using his other hand to massage her clitoris as he spoke.
She sighed and picked the book back up. She began to read and she wrapped her legs over his shoulders, pulling him close as he went down on her. It was a small paper back and she could hold it easily with one hand. She used her free hand to massage his scalp, guiding and encouraging him to lick the right spots, or suck the right place. He sucked her clit and slid is fingers in and out gently, just as Peter was doing to Samantha. Tammy hoped that if she was lucky she could sneak a quick orgasm in before Ben noticed.
Ben grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her close to his mouth. His tongue and mouth moving faster as she read on. He began to move his tongue faster and suck harder as momentum built in the story. Samantha climaxed for Peter and shortly after Tammy dropped the book, and squeezed Bens head between her legs. He gripped her ass tightly as she pulled his hair as a powerful orgasm wracked her own sweaty body.
She gasped and relaxed as Ben gently kissed her. He kissed his way up her body gently sucking on her neck as he took the book from the night stand. Then he settled back in the couch and began to read himself.
Following her orgasm Peter continued to play with Samantha expertly rubbing near her sensitive clit, but not directly on it until she was suitably aroused once again. Tammy realized that she had been idly playing with her self as she listened to his soothing voice read the remainder of the love scene. Samantha turned her attention to Peter. She began to stroke his throbbing member. Tammy was feeling recovered and ready to give Ben some payback. She stood up and removed her robe before letting her hair down. Her hair was still slightly damp and lay close to her pale skin. She straddled his leg and worked her way up, gripping his thigh as she crawled, pressing her warm damp mound against his muscular Leg.