She walked into the room wearing a green sheer body suit with matching garters and stockings. She wore her hair frizzy and curly with a tight green collar around her neck. The heels she was wearing were black and magnified her legs and calves.
He and I were sitting, chatting, and having drink. She carried with her a bottle of oil that she placed on the table. She sat down between us and I handed her a shot of tequila. She took it quickly, causing some to slip out of the corner of her mouth. He reached up and wiped it from her face. I could feel the heat from her skin radiating. She was nervous, but excited.
We have been talking about this scenario, for years now. She had decided it was time. We've gone through all of the potential good, as well as the potential bad. We even talked about it in counseling. It was important to me that she didn't simply just "give in", but that she was open, to taking a walk on the wild side so to speak. When you're from a small town and are prominent people, it's hard to pull something like this off, while being mindful of reputations. We discussed going to a Lifestyle club in Dallas, but she was still worried that we may be recognized. We finally settled on finding someone through a website. At first, we were disappointed in the quality that was out there. Eventually though, we found someone that she was interested in getting to know better. Some online visiting and eventually meeting, led to this evening.
I asked her to get up and turn some music on. Of course, I could have done it, but I wanted to watch her walk across the room. He and I stood up to get a couple more drinks, and again, simply to keep her standing, we stood around talking and laughing. The chit chat seemed to calm her and put her at ease, as if she forgot she was standing their exposed, but still so sexy. After a few drinks, I told him to grab the oil and I led her by the hand to the bedroom of the suite we were in.
The body suit was crotchless and purchased specifically that way, so that we didn't have to remove it until we were ready, allowing her to wear it as long as she wanted because it accentuated her attributes. I laid her on the bed and pulled her hair from behind her head so that she wasn't laying on it. He removed her heels and poured some oil into his hands and went to work on her feet. I started rubbing her temples and massaging her head. I wanted her to be comfortable, but sexy. I wanted her to know we were focused on her but didn't want her to get too comfortable. I had to be careful not to put her to sleep, so we couldn't spend too much time working on one area.
He began to move from her feet to her calves, to the back of her knees, tracing a strong finger back down to her achilles. I worked from her head, to tracing around eyes and nose, moving to her hears and the pressure point behind the lobes. As he moved to her thighs, I moved to her shoulders, working my way in between her breasts, down to her hip bones. When I reached her hips, he placed his hand on her pubic bone and pressed firmly. The back of his hand was pressing against her clit and he pulsated his hand in that spot. With a firm squeeze of her hips, I rolled her over onto her stomach. We didn't remove her body suit, so we had to use the oil sparingly.
This time, we worked back up. He started kneading her ass as I worked on the small of her back, moving towards her shoulders and head as he worked back down behind her knees to her feet. She spread her legs and slightly raised her ass, inviting him to touch her. I moved my hands to her ass, squeezing and massaging, and using her cheeks to spread her labia apart. I could hear how wet she was when I pulled them apart, massaging and spreading them back and forth. He slid a finger in, easily. In and out, eventually moving to two. Her breathing became ragged, and she moved her right hand underneath herself to touch herself. As I worked on her ass cheeks and hips, he worked up to three fingers, in and out of her. We both could tell she was close. We slowed the pace bringing her back down.
Rolling her over, we continued to touch her, firmly. He began to knead her thighs while I traced lines along her throat and outlined her collarbone. She was ready. He was too. I had been ready for a long time. He pulled the crotchless opening wider as to expose her labia more, so that there would be little to no friction from it. He again worked one finger in her, but this time, he skipped the 2nd one, going from one to three. She purred. Her eyes were closed, but her she was biting her lip. I leaned down to kiss her and she reached up, pulling my head to her forcefully for a strong kiss. I grabbed her breasts as I kissed her and when she gasped, I knew his mouth was on her pussy. I opened my eyes to find her looking at me wide eyed and with an intense lust. I started to pull my head back when she again, reached for the back of my head pulling me down, biting my lip, and then moaning into my mouth.
Expertly, when he could tell she was getting close again, he stopped. She frustratingly groaned into my mouth, pulled away and asked him what happened. He smiled, leaned back, and unbuttoned his jeans. She spun around on the bed to pull his already hard cock out of his jeans. She grabbed it with one hand. Her fingers couldn't quite touch reaching around it. She stroked it up and down, pushing some precum out of it. She ran her fingers to the top and dabbed her fingers on the precum. With her index finger and thumb making a dabbing motion, watching the stickiness between her fingers. She put them in her mouth and sucked it off. She abruptly pushed him back off the bed and she got up and pealed his jeans off of him.