Lucy gave us some space while I stroked Carissa's hair.
"You know I wanted to do this for us, right?" I said quietly. "We can stop here if you want."
Carissa eyed me speculatively, then licked her lips.
"No," she said, "I'm turned on. I like it."
Lucy came back with some more oils, shoved me onto my back and, straddling me, started massaging my chest with wide circles of her hands.
It was clear Lucy did this professionally, which is why we chose her. She had a girl-next-door look, blonde hair worn up, cuvy and big tits. She made it clear this was between us, that she was only here to facilitate our pleasure, and never spoke.
On top of me, she wore a red corset number with garters and lots of lace, her nails were painted red and dug into my pecs just slightly as she massaged her way down my body.
My wife Carissa, in contrast, wore black. A slim build, the bra accentuated her subtle curves and the criss-cross panties drew my eyes to her hips, taut belly and tanned skin. She looked amazing. her long brown hair tumbled in soft curves around her face, I couldn't believe how lucky I was that she had been willing to try this.
Then I was distracted once again as Lucy ran her hands down my abs, then lower to begin to stimulate my limp cock.
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My husband was clearly having the time of his life. His eyes rarely left mine, and I was caught between arousal, slight apprehension and curiosity as I watched Lucy slither over his body with pure sexual energy.
I realized, like a porn movie, she was just an object, which kept my jealousy at bay. And we would both enjoy her just like we would any other sex toy.
She took my husband's dick in her mouth and I watched, feeling indescribably turned on, as I watched her get him hard once again. Then she stood, pressing her breasts up against him and squeezing his ass, and I realized I was turned on because she was showing me how I could do the same thing with confidence.
Then she smiled, turning towards me and grabbed the back of my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Absently, I heard my husband groan as she clutched my breasts and then stroked along my jaw with both thumbs.
I felt my husband pull me onto his lap so that I was straddling him backwards and Lucy followed, sandwiching me between them. He began undoing my bra as Lucy slicked her hands with more oil and began to massage my breasts, brushing her thumbs over my nipples.
He kissed my shoulder, bit at my earlobe as Lucy continued to touch me, trailing her hands down my belly and between my legs. Blake gripped my hips and began to rock me against his erection. I felt overwhelmed with sensation, letting my head roll to the side as he nibbled and sucked at my neck, grinding myself against his hard cock as I felt myself grow wet again.
I moaned as Blake pulled my panties aside once more and lifted my hips to slide himself into my wetness.
