I hear the front door opening and with it the excited voices. Two voices, yours and his. You have been successful in phase one of the evening's plan. Your voices drift to me from the living room where you ask him if he wants a drink.
"Sure," he says.
"Beer?"
"Fine."
A minute later I hear the hiss of the aluminum can you're opening and the assorted glass-on-the-counter noises. He is having the beer you offered while you are probably having wine, I suppose.
I can't make out your muted conversation. The two of you are almost certainly sitting on the couch, I think, talking and what else? Are you kissing him? Are you letting him feel your tits through your shirt? Do you rub his hard cock through his jeans? My imagination runs wild.
Finally, with a teasing slur you say, "Can you excuse me for a minute?"
"Sure," he says. He has been waiting to hear this and, no doubt, praying to hear this. He knows now that he's going to get to fuck you. You could just as well have asked him if he minded you driving nails through his scrotum. He knows he's close to having you naked underneath him and he would agree to anything at this point.
I can hear you in the bathroom, the lid hitting the porcelain, the toilet flushing. Then the bedroom door opens and I hear you approach the closet. I hope it's you.
You carefully enter the closet. In the dim light your green eyes seem to glow with an inner fire. I can smell fresh perfume over the cigarette smoke and alcohol of the restaurant he'd taken you to. I pull you close and you look up at me offering me your perfect lips, which taste of the sweet wine.
"I brought a man home."
"I know."
You take off your blouse and bra revealing your beautiful tits. Your dusky red nipples stand erect and inviting.
"Are you sure about this? I can still send him home."
"We came this far. Are you sure?"
"Not if it will make you angry."
"I'm okay so far."
Your skirt falls to the floor. I run a hand down a strong thigh to the top of the stocking held in place by the garter belt then inward to rub your pussy through the sheer panty. You gently push my hand away.
"I'm doing this for you."
"Not for me," I remind her, "not entirely, anyway."
"SHHHHH!" You laugh nervously. You pull on a short satin nightshirt. Your nipples tent the material and I nearly rip it off of you right then and there.
"Better get going."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
You hug me and leave me in the closet, returning to your date in the living room. I hope I really am ready. I hope I will be okay with our little plan. There really is only one way to find out. Life is an adventure, I think, and this is our first adventure together.
I hear whispering and then the bedroom door opens with barely a sound and you come in giggling between what sounds to me like kissing sounds. I can't see you yet because the closet door I am behind opens out toward the bed.
You light the many candles that are the key to our adventure and the soft flickering light fills the bedroom. You lay down next to him on the bed. His hands roam your body as your tongues intertwine, massaging your breasts through the nightshirt, gently pushing your thighs apart to feel your smooth inner thighs, finally cupping your pussy in her large hand. He eases your panties down your legs and tosses them aside.
Your own hands, meanwhile, unbutton his shirt, explore his chest, his stomach. Your hand clenches around the bulge in his jeans.
My feelings are a jumble, flashes of anger and jealousy, calm detachment, sexual arousal, anxiousness over the possibility of being discovered. I am glued to the sight of the two of you on the bed. Unable to take my eyes off of you I am unconsciously rubbing my cock through my jeans imagining it is your hand.
His clothes come off quickly with your help. He pushes your head down, down toward his erect manhood. You coolly position yourself on the bed so that you are kneeling next to him with his cock in your fist so that you are facing the closet. You stare straight at me through the crack in the door as you take his big, hard dick in your mouth. He groans as he feels the back of your throat touch the head of his cock.
"Oh, yes, baby!" He closes his eyes and his left hand grabs your hair as you suck him. "That feels so good!"
It looks like it feels great. I imagine your lips are wrapped around my shaft and I rub myself harder watching you suck his cock, watch you take his length down your throat until his balls hit your chin, watch you lick his balls and work your tongue up and down his shaft.
Your head bobs over his dick, jacking him as you suck hard on his member, your cheeks puffed out by his size, your eyes on me in the closet. He is groaning and mumbling as you please him.
"Mmmmm, yes!" he says, "that's it." His hips lift in rhythm to push his cock deeper into your throat. "Suck it, baby."
He nudges the inside of your thigh and without hesitation you swing your perfect ass around and lift a leg to straddle his face. Your nightshirt comes off. God, I love those tits, I think. You lower your sopping wet cunt to his lips.
When his tongue slides up your slit, parting your swollen pussy lips, your head comes up and you gasp. You look over at me in my hiding place, your head thrown back and your mouth open in a silent "Oh!"
I hope neither of you hears my zipper come down as I take out my hard cock and wrap my fist around it. I don't think you can hear me because the noise level in the room has gone up. His load slurping sounds as he tongues your wet hole mixes with the wet, hungry sounds of you attacking his hard-on, fucking him with your mouth.
You begin rocking your hips, humping his tongue and lips as he sucks hard on your clit. Your head moves faster over his pole, your tongue swishing around the head of his dick. It goes on and on until he groans loudly and begins thrusts his hips.
"Oh, God!" he pants, "oh, yes! I'm gonna cum!"
You pull your mouth away and grab his cock, jacking it quickly once, twice, three times. His thick white jism sprays upward into the middle of your chest and across your breasts as he shoots his load in long stream. Globs of sticky white cum glistens on your tanned chest, dripping down your tits.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, yeah!" he hisses as you slowly jack him, "oh, babe that feels so good!"
You sit back and his cries of ecstasy are muffled by your snatch across his lips. He gets the message and his tongue is forced up inside your hot box as you rub his cum into your belly and breasts. Teasing me you scoop his jism from your tit and bring it to your lips. Inside the closet, I nearly shoot too, watching the satisfaction on your flushed face. I desperately want to add my own cum to that dripping down your body.
"Come on," I silently plead, "play with your nipples for me while he eats you."
He licks and sucks your pussy while his dick shrinks, its job done for the moment. You grind your pussy on his face as he eats you.
"Mmmmmm! Oh, that's so good! Oooowwww, yes!"
You suddenly roll off of him onto your back.
When he turns around on the bed you spread your legs wide and pull his head into your crotch. He attacks your slit with enthusiasm and in only seconds you are squirming on the bed.
"OOOWWWWWW!"
I've heard this sound before.
"UUUUHHHHHHNNNNN!!"
Your nipples are straining, your breath coming in short gasps your eyes squeezed shut. Even in the candle light I can see your skin is flushed. The whole room smells of sweat and pussy.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!!"
