She slid down a bit, and put a hand on each ass cheek, seemed to be spreading them, then relaxing, then spreading again. . Her left hand released one cheek, moved between his legs, and began stroking, I think, his cock. The right one seemed to be fingering his anus. Then I was sure of that, both because her hand changed position and I could see an extended finger moving up and down, and Bill's reaction. He muttered something about getting fucked in the ass.
Only a minute went by before he got on his knees, then rolled over, cock bobbling in the air.
Sam, seeing what he was doing, slithered off and stood at the foot of the bed, her blouse covering her breasts again, as Bill sat up. She was standing pretty much between his knees, now, stroking his thighs.
He reached up to the collar of her blouse, began spreading it.
Sam's hands went behind her to the front edge of the dresser, and she held it. I could see she was almost shaking. Fright? Lust? Both? I wasn't sure. But my side view of this nude man sitting, reaching to my wife's blouse, to open it and expose her, was an absolute new high in erotic sights. My pulse was pounding in my neck. . . and other places.
Then, the blouse opened, and first one breast, then the other, was exposed. Nipples erect, I could almost taste 'em. Her face was blushing. Her own hips, I could see, were making those small motions, the way I knew they did when she was very excited. She was posing for him.
"What nice tits you have, Sam. I keep forgetting to appreciate them," I thought.
"What perfect tits!", Bill said.
"Turn around. Face the mirror."
She did.
Bill, again grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed.
Then sitting, he put his hands on her hips, under the blouse, hooked his fingers, and pulled my wife's panties down, over her hips, past her knees, to the floor. Her blouse was long enough to still cover her ass, which was pretty much right in front of Bill's face.
This was making a wonderful video! I really couldn't wait to get home and watch it.
"Okay, now step out of them."
She did.
He stood behind her, I saw his cock poking at her back.
He bent his knees a little, then stood upright again, and his cock picked up the back of the blouse. It had to be sandwiched between her ass cheeks. Wonderful!!
His hands reached around her, under her arms, since she was once again holding onto the edge of the dresser, watching them both in the
mirror.
They cupped her breasts. They were both looking in the mirror as this guy played with my wife's tits! Oh, yeah! I knew how they felt and how she loved to have them rubbed and caressed.
"I love looking at your body. It's beautiful. (Just what she needed to hear.) And I can't wait to use it!"
Sam's back arched, breasts pushing forward, into his hands, and her ass, backwards, towards his cock. And my own cock was throbbing, too.
He left one breast go, and that hand, again, squeezed his cock, hard.
"He's never gonna last long enough to get it into her" I thought and hoped and hoped against.
"Sam?"
"Mmmm?"
"Sam, can I look at your, uh. . ."
She looked at him in the mirror, saw that he was looking at her crotch, and said "Well, Bill, I don't see why not. It's already paid for."
She turned to face him.
