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They carried on their conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. As if she wasn't sitting on a chair, shirt undone, with her face inches from a semi-erect penis. As if there wasn't a nude man standing in our living room, his manhood beginning to swell. I saw her glance at his crotch a few times as they spoke, and I knew that although we were all aware of what was about to happen, it would need some help to get things started.
I moved to them, the sexual tension was thick, and they seemed to be trying to ignore it. I put my hands on her head, leaned down and kissed her full lips, then straightened and guided her to a place where there could be no doubt about what should happen next. She knew, and it was an amazing thing to watch. Her hand raised and lifter his penis, her eyes closed and she took him into her mouth. Silently she began sucking him. The moment was so powerfully erotic I had to look away or I knew I would cum. I moved away from them and collected myself. Once I was ready, I looked back and saw my wife seated on our chair, her eyes closed, with this man standing before her. It was beautiful, and natural, and so intensely erotic to see them joined that way. He stood looking down at her, his hands guiding her movement as he thrust slowly into her mouth. She held his thigh with one hand, and his low hanging scrotum with the other. Cradling it carefully as if she didn't want it to become unsettled. It was more than an acceptance of his manhood into herself, or a submission to him, she was a needing the connection, and loving the tender and gentle way he was touching her.
His cock slid free of her lips, bouncing upward, erect and shinning with wetness. The shaft was showing thick veins, and it strained upward as the dark colored head flared in reaction tot the sudden change in temperature from the warmth of her mouth to the cool air. He looked down with a kind smile and lowered his erect penis back to a place where she could take it in her mouth again. She did so with an excitement and need had seldom seen in her. She began sucking again. He began moving again. They were connected once again in a way only they could know at that moment. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her, on the sensations and warmth she was giving.
I watched them for a few more moments before going to her and sitting behind her, so she was between my knees, her back on my chest. I watched over her shoulder as they continued. Reaching around I unbuttoned her shirt completely, removing it and drawing a moan from her as my fingers brushed her nipples through the thin material of her bra. I released the hooks that held the bra together and cupped her breasts as the bra fell from her. The weight and round fullness were familiar in my palms, and I felt her nipples harden as I squeezed them gently. I held her against me, feeling her warm, bare skin on mine as he held her head, fingers in her dark curls, guiding her as he drove his cock into her mouth.