It's Friday night around 8pm, we're already a few drinks in, sitting in the living room with our friend, laughing and talking about anything that comes to mind' the subject of sex has come up a few times, just in general. While we're talking, I'm thinking of the things I want to do to you as soon as she leaves.
You get up to pour another, and I playfully ask you to walk slowly so I can admire your ass, and you oblige, shaking it as you walk around the end of the couch into the kitchen; as you do, I tell you that I may have to excuse myself for a quickie in the kitchen.
Our friend, without missing a beat, says "just do it in here, I don't mind; I'd love a show. Since the two of you brag about how good it is, let me watch."
You stop and turn, looking at her, then me, and as I smile, you nod; setting the empty glass down, you walk back over to me and I stand up to meet you in a hungry kiss, as if we haven't kissed in a week. Our lips separate just long enough to pull each other's shirts off, and I begin kissing down your neck as I remove your bra and suck your right nipple. You gasp and clench my head as I do this, and my hands find their way to undo your jeans and pull them off of you. I drop to my knees to remove your panties, so I can grab your ass with both hands and pull your clit onto my tongue. I feel your hands on the back of my head, pulling me in while my tongue works you for a couple of minutes, and I hear you half-whisper how wet you're getting. I pull away to turn towards our friend and ask if she would like a closer view, to which she enthusiastically replies "fuck yes!"
I stand up, move you to where you're standing naked directly in front of her, and I stand behind you, fondling your breast with my left, and the fingers of my right finding their way into your wetness, and your entire body heaves and your head leans back against mine as I slide my middle finger into you. You straighten up, look at her and ask "Is this what you wanted?" She nods her head, a gleam in her eye and a look of lust on her face. You begin moaning again as my finger works that spot I love so much, and you reach behind with your left hand and begin rubbing my cock through my jeans while I'm kissing the back of your neck. I need to make you cum, I need her to witness it.
I'm now working my fingers faster and a little deeper, as your moans get louder and louder and you grip my hand with yours as your hips begin bucking against my fingers and you cum, so loudly and perfectly, and I move my fingers to your lips and you suck my fingers dry.