I ring the doorbell and wait. There is shuffling inside, and then nothing. Someone is examining me through the peephole. For no real reason, I nod at the door, confident it will open soon. And it does. Just a crack at first, to give her a better look at me. Then, in a reckless gesture, the door is wide open, and in front of me stands a woman of exquisite proportions. Her legs are sheathed in a pair of silk stockings, a lace garter belt decorates her waist, but there is nothing to conceal her gorgeous breasts or neatly shaved pussy. We exchange approving smiles. Without saying a word, she ushers me inside and closes the door. She looks earnestly into my eyes and then walks away, allowing me to admire her perfect ass as it kneads itself with each long-legged step. The sound of her high heels echo on the hardwood floors. I am compelled to follow. She leads me to a bedroom, where her husband waits for her to resume the greatest blowjob he's ever had.
I stand in the doorway a moment as she crawls onto the bed. Like a lioness she stalks him, brushing away the obstacles between her and her prey. Her husband nods a greeting at me and I nod back. He does not hide his relief at my appearance as well as his wife did. I'm probably not hiding my lust for his wife as much as I should. She's at his cock now, massaging his balls and stroking the shaft. She looks back at me one more time, as if to say, "Watch this," and then the entire shaft is down her throat. I hear a long exhale leak out of him like a dying breath. She sucks his cock voraciously, her pouty lips wrapped tight around the shaft, each swallow going its full length.
I spy a comfy chair in the far corner of the room. I make for it, discarding my clothes like breadcrumbs along the way. I'm down to my jeans as I sit, and I notice her examining my bare torso out of the corner of her eye. I can tell she's impressed. Being the vain person I am, I tense my muscles to make them bulge a little more. I raise my legs, and in one motion slide my jeans off. Like a tailor presenting a finished garment, I lay out my waking cock for inspection. An eyebrow raises. She takes his cock out of her mouth long enough to catch her breath and shoot me an admiring smile. She slaps his pole against her cheek a few times before devouring it again.
An open bottle of wine rests on the nightstand next to me. They've thought of everything, it seems. I pour myself a glass and ease back into the chair. I'm in a stranger's penthouse, watching a beautiful woman suck her rich husband's cock, and all the while she is looking back at me. Is she imagining it's my cock in her mouth? The intensity of her stare seems to answer my question. I meet her gaze, the glass at my lips. My other hand finds its way down to my crotch. My pole is nearly hard, and it only takes a few strokes to bring it to full capacity. I thrust my pelvis forward so she can get a better view.
Her husband has his eyes shut and is grunting loudly. He must be getting close. She gives his cock a few last jerks before sitting up. I enjoy the view while it lasts, drinking in her perky breasts, her flat abdomen, her golden skin. She crawls to the headboard and holds on tight as her husband moves in behind her, positioning her ass just right. With two fingers, he spreads her pussy lips wide, giving me a glimpse of the pink mystery within. He plunges a finger inside. She's so wet, I hear it go in. She lets out a pent-up sigh as I stroke my cock faster. His fingers are done scouting. He grabs his tool and, shifting from knee to knee, stuffs it into her glistening box. She moans softly, ready to accept the onslaught, but he's just teasing her. He takes his purple cock out, and holding it with one hand, plunges it back in again. All the way out, then all the way in. He's showing off for me.
