Her tits swayed from the movement, and i can't help but stare at them. They're magnificent out there, standing proudly, nipples erect -probably from the cool air blasting from the air conditioning-, displayed to all in this dimly lit room.
The old man is certainly captivated too, his eyes locked on my wife's bare ample chest like a hawk spotting a field mouse. He's a bit rougher in his strokes, probably imagining her hand on him. Ava looks at him with a mix of curiosity and revulsion, but also a hint of excitement.
"You want this?" she says to him, her voice steady, almost teasing.
The old man nods vigorously, his eyes not leaving her chest. She reaches out tentatively and takes his cock in her hand. It's surprisingly firm for his age, and she can feel it pulse with excitement.
"Fucking hell..." I hear her mumble.
"What's that?" I ask.
"It's just... it's so weird," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soundtrack of the film.
"What's weird?" I ask, trying to keep my voice low and calm.
"Having another man's cock in my hand, in a public place," she hisses. "Also, he's like... Rock hard..."
I chuckle, "I can see that, babe. I mean... You do have your tits out, and you're holding his cock in your hand, so...."
"I know... It's just..." She leans in towards me, her hand still wrapped around the old man's shaft, but not moving yet. "He's old so I kind of thought he wouldn't really get it up, you know... But, it's definitely up..." she whispers to me.
I laugh out loud, the tension in the room momentarily breaking. "Well, you do know how to work your magic," I tease, giving her a playful nudge. The old man grunts, his eyes never leaving Ava's tits.
Ava starts to stroke him, her hand moving slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed. She's a pro at this, I think to myself, watching her intently. She's done this countless times for me, but seeing her do it to someone else is a new kind of hot.
"Fuck, yes," the old man moans, his eyes closed now, lost in the sensation of Ava's skilled hand. She glances over at me, her face a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
I lean in closer to her, whispering, "Keep going, you're doing great."
Slowly, with my right hand, i reach up to my wife's left thigh, sliding my fingers on the fabric of her jeans, making my way, slowly but steadily, towards the most intimate part of her, my heart racing as i go. She gasps a little but doesn't pull away. I feel a bit of wetness through the fabric. She's turned on by this.
Ava's right hand moves faster and faster on the old man's cock. She's good at this, I know, but the look on her face tells me she's not fully into it. I whisper in her ear, "you're so good at this, I'm so turned on right now...". I grab her left hand and slowly guides it to my cock. "Feel how hard you make me..."
Her hand wraps around my cock, and she tightens her grip around it, her thumb reaching up to brush the tip, spreading the precum that's already there. The feeling sends a bolt of pleasure through me, and i know it turns Ava on too. She loves feeling how hard she makes me, and most of all, she loves making me feel good (how did i get this lucky?).
My fingers find their way under her jeans, quickly running along her slit over the fabric of her underwear. She's wet, so wet. The tip of my index run over her hairy bush, then down between her labia, brushing the top of her clitoris on the way. She shivers. I move further down, my finger over her entrance as I push in slightly, feeling her wetness surround me.
Ava's hand on my cock starts to move in tandem with the hand on the old man's cock. I can feel her getting more into it, her strokes becoming more confident and sure. The old man's breathing is getting heavier and heavier, he's not going to last long, that's for sure.
"Don't jerk me off, i just wanted you to feel how hard you're making me" I tell her, my fingers still dancing all over her wet underwear. "Focus on him, give him a good time".
Her head tilts back, probably from my two fingers slightly spreading her labia and brushing her clit. She shivers and lets out the slightest moan, barely louder than a sigh. But i know my wife, and I know that sigh, she's loving it. She turns to me.
"Take care of him. I'm right here next to you..." I say, reassuringly, before kissing her sensually, my fingers now tracing slow circles around her clitoris.
She nods, "yeah..." she says, her eyes glazed over with lust. She focuses back on the old man's cock, her hand moving with more confidence. He's close, I can tell by the way he's breathing, and by the way Ava's stroking him now. She's really getting into it.
Her hand moves up and down his shaft, faster and faster, and he's moaning louder and louder. She squeezes tighter, and I can see his body tense up.
"I'm getting close..." he grunts.
Ava glances at me for guidance, and I nod, giving her the go-ahead, as I intensify the movements of my fingers. She squeezes harder and strokes faster, her eyes widening as she watches the man's face contort with pleasure, her own pleasure slowly building up. Her body spasms between every other stroke of her hand on the old guy's member, her head tilts back, her breaths growing louder, heavier.
Slowly, the old man's left hand, that had been resting on Ava's headrest until now, moves up to her chest, cupping her right breast. She felt his hot, sweaty palm, brush against her erect nipple, making her shiver more than she already was. She turned to me, her eyes questioning.
I nodded, "this is so fucking hot Ava, keep going, you're so fucking good...". Seeing the old man grab her breast threw me over the edge, and i could not resist grabbing my own cock in my hand. I am so bloody hard, like i don't think i have ever been before.
Her strokes become more erratic, her own arousal clearly taking over. She bites her lip and I know she's fighting back a moan. The old man's hand squeezes her breast, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
"How does that feel...?" I ask, as i feel her getting wetter around my fingers by the second.
"Hmm... Good... Hmm..." She manages to mumble between two heavy breaths. Understandable, as I now have two fingers inside of her entrance, slowly moving in and out.
The old man's breaths are getting shorter and shorter, his hand gripping her tit harder. She's doing such a good job, her hand a blur on his cock now, the wet noises from her palm slapping against his skin echoing through the room.
I'm now full-on masturbating, the sight in front of me too much to handle.
The old man hand moves slightly, just enough so that he can pinch her nipple between his thumb and index. Her back arches, and, this time, she moans out loud. Nothing crazy like you would hear in a porn movie, but louder than usual : the sexiest sound in the world. The sound that throws me over the edge.
In a split second, my semen shoots out of my cock, hitting Ava's tummy. The sudden sensation of my warm cum on her skin snaps her out of the momentary trance she was in. She opens her eyes wide, looking at my cock, spurting cum like never before, and then up to me, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and arousal, her orgasm clearly building faster as she feels her own husband's cum landing on her bare skin.
The old man, lost in his own world, doesn't even notice what's happening beside him. He's getting closer and closer to climax, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing heavy, his body tensing. Ava, now fully in control of her hand movements, strokes him with an experienced rhythm that I know drives me crazy, as I keep fucking her with my fingers.
Her hand moves up and down his shaft, squeezing and releasing, her thumb rubbing the sensitive spot just under the head. His noises grow more intense, his hips moving slightly, pushing himself into her grip. I can see the veins bulging in his cock, and know he's just moments away.
The old man's other hand moves up to grab her other boob. Both his hands are wrapped around my wife's tits as tightly as possible, his hands squeezing them at regular intervals, pushing them against eachother. I knew what this felt like. The sense of fullness when both her breasts are in your hand, the feeling of her nipples poking against the palm of your hands... This drove me crazy, and i knew it did him too. If there was a good way to cum, this sure was one, and I'm ready to bet that this old guy was having the best day he had had for a good few years.
Ava's hand is a blur on the old man's cock, and I can see the cum forming at the tip of his penis, ready to spurt out any moment. She's looking at me, her eyes glazed with a mix of shock, excitement and a hint of "Oh my god, i'm doing this!"
"Just keep going, baby, you're so close..." I whisper, my voice strained with anticipation.
Ava nods, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She strokes him faster, her hand a blur in the dim light, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the theater. The old man's face contorts with pleasure, and he starts panting heavily.
His hands leave Ava's breasts to rest on his hips. I know what's going on, he's going to spray her tits with his cum, and he doesn't want to get his hands dirty. God, I'm so horny right now.
The moment is almost unbearable, the anticipation hanging in the air as thick as the scent of sex. And then it happens. The old man lets out a guttural groan, and a hot jet of cum arcs out of his cock, splattering against Ava's chest, right in between her breasts. Her hand slows down (she always does it when she realises I'm cumming, maybe to prolong the pleasure?), making slow but deliberate movements, up and down, from the base of his cock to the tip, ensuring that every drop is coaxed out. With every stroke, a thick, warm, white rope of semen shoots out, one hitting her just above her right nipple, the cum dripping down, a small white drop hanging from the tip, and another one smacking right on her chin.
Ava's eyes are wide, but she doesn't pull away. She keeps her hand moving, the old man's cum sticky on her skin, as she watches him with a mix of shock and fascination.
What came next was a surprise, i had never seen her doing that and i thought i was going to explode.
With her other hand, she proceeds to reach for her chest, and slowly, with the tips of her fingers, she starts to spread the sticky warmth of the old man's cum over her breasts, using it as some sort of lube as she caresses her own nipples with the sticky substance. I am utterly spellbound, watching this. I've never seen my wife this way, this brazenly sexual in public, and it's turning me on like nothing else has before.
Slowly, in a final stroke, my wife's hand tightens around the old guy's shaft, extracting one last spurt of cum. He gasps and sighs, his body going limp as the pleasure subsides. Now with both hands, she slowly spreads the old man's hot semen on her tits, her fingers pinching and playing with her own nipples, rolling them into hard peaks.
My fingers, still buried inside of her wet vagina, that has stopped moving from the surprise, started moving again. I wanted to make her cum so bad. I could feel her pussy tightening around my fingers, the warmth of her juices coating them. She's still caressing herself, playing with the old man's cum, spreading it all over her breasts, her nipples standing proudly like two little soldiers.
