I was enjoying my drink while they were getting reacquainted. I suddenly realized I hadn't really given much thought as to what my role would be. I did know that I wasn't going to be in panties and be made fun of, that much was certain. I wasn't going to be the prep boy or fluffer either. I didn't mind the thought of doing the clean-up, but I wasn't going to let them order me to do it, it would be on my terms. I doubt either of them had thought it through, so I guess we'll all have to play it by ear.
I gave them about 5 minutes before I refilled my drink & headed toward the bedroom. The sight before me was pretty much what I expected. Heather's clothes were strewn all over the room. Sam was on his back with Heather 1/2 on him & 1/2 on the bed, grinding her pussy into his hip. The only thing she still had on was her panties and Sam's hand was inside of those, squeezing her ass. I leaned against the door jamb and watched her kissing him, desperately searching for his tonsils with her tongue.
Heather's hand slid down and encircled his very hard cock, giving it a few strokes as she slid down his body. She was kissing her way down, starting with his neck. She made a pit-stop at his nipples, giving them a through tongue lashing. As she was kissing his belly, she noticed me walking over to the chair at her make-up table.
She jumped off the bed and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me as passionately as she was him. She just kept muttering, "I love you, I love you." I stroked her back & gave her ass a good squeeze, then pushed her back, using those 2 bare tits in front of me. I took the time to each nipple a quick lick & kiss. I gave her light pat on the ass and motioned To Sam, still lying on the bed.
"Don't you think you ought to get back to your guest? As I recall, you were kissing his belly, heading a bit lower perhaps? I'll just sit here for a while."
"Are you going to join us? I'm sure Sam won't mind."
"I might get involved later, but since this is your 1st time together, I'll stay out of the way. Now get back to your lover. I'll be here if you need me."
She walked back to the bed but went to his head instead of straight to his cock like I expected. She leaned over to kiss him again. I heard her whisper something and his hands went directly to her hips and started pulling down her wet panties. She made a show of reaching for his cock as she climbed on the bed, throwing her leg over Sam's head before planting her hot wet slit on his face. I watched her use his cock as a handle of sorts to put her in the position she wanted. She was purring from the attention she was getting from Sam's mouth. She started her devilish teasing of his cock while she slowly moved her hips. She loves to tease a guy with her mouth. So many techniques, I often wondered where she learned them. The soft butterfly kisses around the base, on the inner thighs, the gentle lick on the balls followed by a soft exhale on the wet skin, the teasing flicks of her tongue around the sensitive head, are just a few tricks she has learned to perform before allowing that hard cock in her mouth. I noticed her hips were rocking harder and faster as she looked over at me. She licked his cock from base to head, just like she was licking the proverbial ice cream cone. Now that she was getting close, she inhaled that cock, taking most of it into her mouth & throat. She was moaning as her hips picked up speed. Her head was bobbing in sync with her hips. She let out a loud, albeit muffled, groan and froze in place.
I think even Ray Charles could have seen that she had a nice orgasm on his face. She laid there a minute to gather her wits before sitting upright on his face. She rolled off him and spun herself around to lie on top, kissing him as soon as her lips came into range of his messy mouth. She was doing one of my favorites things. She was licking his face as she kissed him, sharing her juices even more. Sam did a barrel roll so he was on top and slid down to give her breast and hard nipples the attention they deserved. He was savoring every second of his feast. I watched as he smoothly pulled himself back up to nuzzle her neck as he rubbed the under belly of his cock along her very wet and ready pussy. I almost started laughing, thinking that this was anything but a dry hump; there was nothing dry about that pussy right now.
Heather had enough of the foreplay, she was ready for some good old fashioned fucking. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide. Sam didn't have a chance to position his cock for entry. She grabbed his cock just as he started his up-stroke and it ended up balls deep in her honey pot. Usually, taking a cock all the way in on one stroke would have been painful, but Heather didn't show a sign of pain, just pure ecstasy.
I watched for a couple of minutes, then slipped out for a smoke. I went out through the sliding glass door onto the back porch. I left it open so I could listen or watch some more if I wanted. I enjoyed my cigar while I listened to their coupling. I didn't have to see to know how fast or hard he was fucking my wife. I could hear her cooing when he was going slow, I heard her grunts and moans when he was pounding her hard and then the panting and gasps as he took her as fast as he could. She was performing her own symphony and he was the conductor. The crescendo of their performance was signaled by her screams and his deep animalistic grunts.
I gave them a few minutes to enjoy their post-coital bliss before I walked back in. Heather was on her back, Sam, on his side, up one elbow, tracing circles around her tits. They both turned when they heard the screen door sliding open. I guess both were waiting to see my reaction. I smiled at both of them to ease the tension. I went straight to the bathroom and got a warm wet hand towel. I brought it back & handed it to Heather.
"Here you go Babe, I figure you might want to clean Sam up a bit, then clean yourself up, or let Sam do it. Now that the sexual tension has been taken care of, I think we should talk. I'll have drinks ready in the living room when you're ready."
As I left the room, I spotted Sam's clothes lying in the corner. I picked up his briefs and his dress shirt. I tossed him the underwear and Heather the shirt, indicating that they should wear them.
I went to prepare the drinks. I sat their drinks on the coffee table in front of the settee and I sat down in my recliner. For those of you that don't know, a settee is bit smaller than a loveseat. I've always thought the names were a bit bass-ackwards. In less than 5 minutes they came walking out. I was surprised. They weren't holding hands or holding each other the way you would expect two lovers to do. Then it dawned on me, they thought I was upset.
I stood up when they came in, gesturing to the settee, for them to sit. They sat prime & proper, although one was wearing only his underwear and the other was only wearing a men's dress shirt. I couldn't resist messing with them a bit. Both were sitting erect, with their hands folded on their laps. I took Sam's hand and laid it across the back of the seat. I grabbed Heather by her hips and scooted over so her hips were next to Sam's. I bent her legs back so they were on the seat, making her lean more into him. Lastly, I took his hand from the back of the seat and draped it over her shoulder. Finally, they both smiled as I handed them their drinks. I picked up my own drink and proposed a toast.
"To Life, Liberty, the pursuit of Happiness and The Florida Gators!"
