Day Of Obsession Noon

He watched as his wife of six months came into the bedroom, leading his friend Mark by the hand. From his vantage point in the closet, its door slightly ajar, he could freely see most of the small room. Laboring to calm his breathing, which had grown even more quick as the couple entered the room, he shifted slightly in the cramped closet. His crouched position was a little uncomfortable. He barely noticed.

Jennifer, now standing at the foot of the bed, turned to face Mark. She looked lovely in the white ruffled blouse and her shortest black skirt, clothes her husband had chosen for her earlier in the evening after persuading her to go through with his plan.

The man cradled her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Jennifer sighed, whether from desire or nervousness her husband. --watching intently from the closet- could not know, but he hoped it was from desire. It was finally happening. The man in the closet struggled to control the sounds of his breathing

Mark pulled away, looked into Jennifer's eyes, and smiled.

"How long do we have?" he asked, his arms still around the woman, who gazed back at him. He slid his left arm down her body and cupped her bottom gently with his hand. Jennifer's husband shuddered with pleasure as the man's hand moved on her, lifting the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal the darker tan color of the tops of her stockings to the watcher's stare.

"Paul said he'd probably be home around nine," she lied, her voice quivering, it's huskiness exuding, to her watching husband, sexuality. The teacher's meeting was to last till about five. Then he and some of the guys were going out for dinner and drinks."

Mark grinned and bent to kiss her again, both his hands now moving to squeeze and caress her bottom, pulling her skirt even higher and revealing the garters that held up her nylons. Shaking with excitement, Paul muffled his gasping breath and reached to stroke his hardening erection through his pants. As he watched the couple kiss- Mark's hands moving, stroking, Jennifer's held tightly around the tall, good-looking man,- Paul felt a gnawing at his gut. A second sensation intruded on the excitement that had until now engulfed him. Uneasily, he admitted to himself that he felt an unwelcome jealousy, as well He cursed silently and moved his hand from his erection.

Mark stepped back, leaned forward to again kiss Jennifer, and began unbuttoning her blouse. As the couple kissed, their mouths pressed hungrily together, Mark's hands moved down the front of her body, quickly opening the blouse. From his cramped hiding place, Paul measured his feelings. He closed his eyes, feeling the almost overpowering jealousy rising within him, butting rudely against the excitement that had until that moment controlled him. A panic engulfed him as he struggled with the raging feelings that battled to control him. And he knew what he would do; he would move out of the closet to stop what he had brought into being, no matter the consequences.

He opened his eyes, and he knew he would not.

Jennifer, her small, firm breasts now free, stood facing Mark, who gazed down at her. Her nipples, Paul could see, stood out as they did when she was aroused, though Paul, he had to admit to himself, could not know if their standing signaled arousal or just reaction to their now cooler environment. Slowly she reached for Mark and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Paul stared at his wife. She was beautiful, probably more beautiful than she had ever seemed to him before, and he knew that his fantasy had won. The gnawing at his stomach had subsided. He reached again for his erect sex and freed it from his pants.

Jennifer removed his friend's shirt, dropping it to the floor alongside her discarded blouse and bra, then moved to embrace him, her bare breasts against his naked chest. Paul knew that his wife loved the feel of Paul's chest against hers when they made love and wondered if she felt that way with this man. As if in answer, she sighed deeply and found Mark's mouth with hers.

He could sense the couple's heightening passion as they kissed. His excitement rose with theirs, and he watched fascinated, stroking his turgid sex. He could hear their heavy breathing and knew they would not hear his. Close to climax, he moved his hand away from himself; it should not happen yet. Jennifer and Mark parted slightly and smiled at each other. Mark reached with his right hand and fondled her left breast, caressing with the palm of his hand, then gently rolling the swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and shuddered softly with obvious pleasure.

As the couple moved together and kissed once again, Mark continued to toy gently with her breasts. Paul smiled to himself. He could hear the increasing sounds of her breathing and knew the effects Mark's hands were having on her passion as he ministered almost worshipfully to her very sensitive breasts. So many times Paul had unlocked the door to her deepest heat by taking those twin keys in his hands, and now his friend too was at her door.

Paul shifted again, and gazed, now almost enraptured, as Mark's hand reached behind Jennifer, finding the zipper on the back of her skirt. Smoothly, he unzipped it and pushed the skirt down. It fell to the floor. Jennifer stood only in the brief pink bikini panties Paul had bought her to wear on their wedding night and in the garter belt and nylons that combined with the panties to excite him so. Paul hungrily took in the scene before him.

"Beautiful," he whispered to himself, all feelings of jealousy or pain gone from him, swept away by the exquisite near-ecstasy he felt as he watched the drama he had created unfold before him. Paul breathed deeply and touched himself again.

His friend stepped back and looked down at his wife's body.

"Jennifer, you're beautiful," Mark said, smiling.

She lowered her head shyly. "Thank you, Mark," she murmured. Her face was, Paul could see, aglow.

They embraced again and Mark reached to caress her legs, moving from the smoothness of her stocking-covered thighs to the lighter-colored flesh above. Paul watched enthralled as Mark's hands moved over her legs, and Paul forced himself to move his hand from his sex. It was too soon, as though he were there beside the bed with them, sharing the intense excitement and pleasure of their love-making, and he must not finish without them.

Jennifer, her breath now coming in gasps, moved and lay on the bed. Her lover gazed down at her, grinning. She held out her arms to him. Paul could see his friend's erection pushing against his trousers. Paul stared at the bulge it made at Mark's groin, and he touched himself again, almost as if to compare his sex with his friend's.

"Do you want me to turn out the light?" Mark asked, his eyes moving over Jennifer's body.

"No, Mark. I want to see what I'm getting," she replied, just as Paul had coached her. The lovers smiled at each other.

Mark reached to undo his belt.

"Here, let me do that for you, " she breathed, with what Paul thought, hoped, was lust in her voice. Mark moved and stood beside her.

Jennifer rolled onto her side, her back to Paul. She reached up and clumsily unbuckled Mark's belt, then pulled open his pants. Mark helped her pull them down, then stepped out of them.

Mark's erection, straining tent-like against his white boxer shorts, looked gigantic to Paul, and he wondered if it appeared so to Jennifer. Paul was surprised at her forwardness, hadn't expected her to be so aggressive. Her boldness pleased him, yet made him uncomfortable. She was supposed to enjoy the sex with Mark that Paul had set up...but not too much. A bit uneasy, Paul reached for himself again.

His wife reached and pulled Mark's shorts out, then down his legs. The man stepped out of them and dropped them to the floor. Then Jennifer stroked the erection just inches from her face.

She turned her head and looked toward the closet for an instant. Paul could see that she was unsmiling. Turning back, she put her mouth on the throbbing head of Mark's erection. Backing up cautiously while maintaining a slow up and down movement with her mouth on his sex, she drew Mark gently onto the bed, maneuvering him so that he finally set back against the headboard. She positioned herself-deliberately, Paul knew so that her husband could see her lips moving, her tongue flicking, on the man's erection. Paul could hear the wet sounds of her mouth sucking and licking at Mark's engorged sex.

Paul felt the gnawing stabs again. Their return had begun when he had first seen his friend's naked penis. Surely, he had thought, it was bigger-longer and thicker- than his. And the uneasiness had grown when Jennifer had taken him into her mouth; Paul had not told her to do that. She had gone along with his fantasy only reluctantly, had been coerced into cooperating, yet now she was doing more than he had demanded.

Apprehension...and excitement ...roiled him.

The soft slurping sounds ceased, and Jennifer lifted her head to smile at Mark. He returned the smile and moved down the bed to lie alongside her. She kissed him and stroked his chest, while Mark caressed her legs. Soon Mark lowered his head and nibbled gently, then tongued at her breasts. Her body tensed visibly, her breathing now clearly louder.

Suddenly she rolled from the bed and stood facing the man on the bed, her back to the man in the closet. Paul watched, as if hypnotized, by her movements, as she very slowly peeled the sheer pink panties over her legs and stepped out of them. Paul's gaze darted from her bare behind to Mark's face as she removed the filmy undergarment, and he smiled at the obvious appreciation in his friend's eyes. Mark stared at the treasure between Jennifer's legs, that triangle, so pleasingly covered with rich brown hair, that Paul - unknown to his friend- was now willingly sharing with him.

Jennifer had, as Paul had instructed, worn the panties over the garter belt so that all that now covered her were the belt and nylons. Paul loved the feel of her stockings against his legs when they made love; surely, Mark would enjoy that too.

She leaned down, her naked bottom pointed directly at the man in the closet, picked up the panties, then turned to put them on the chair by the closet. For an instant, she stared at the opening in the closet. Paul could read no emotion in her eyes, but he felt nearly overwhelming love for her at that moment. As he gazed at her, Paul again knew that she had never before been so beautiful. Her face flushed with an exotic glow, she stood before him, his to command, doing what he wanted despite her own reluctance.

Paul smiled. She was perfection. She was his angel.

And he was sharing his perfection with another.

Slowly she turned and rejoined Mark on the bed. Moving quickly into his embrace, she kissed him passionately and reached for his sex. Mark caressed her breasts again, then moved to kiss then suckle them. Her breath now rushed from her in heavy gasps. She moaned as the man reached to rub firmly against her mons, raising her hips to meet his touch. Paul leaned forward as if to get closer to the couple who now moved feverishly, straining to get closer together.

Suddenly Mark moved over her. Jennifer spread her legs.

Paul, transfixed, held his breath as he watched, stroking himself. And he stared, engrossed, as his wife reached to guide his friend's erection into her upraised moistness. Paul's breath rushed from him. Slowly Mark entered her and they began to thrust, gently at first, then more frantically against each other. His hand on himself, moving with their rhythm, Paul was flooded with swelling sensations of nearly unbearable delectation.