It was late and I hadn't turned on the light when I'd come in; with the curtains drawn the room was dark, not pitch-black thanks to the streetlights outside still managing to eke through the thin curtains, but certainly dark enough to hide anything more than a couple of meters away. The winds drove the rain violently against the windows, the beating of raindrops against the glass masking the sound of the lock as I pushed it shut, keeping us safe from prying eyes.
"Make it messy, but not on the bed." I'd said downstairs as I'd turned the kettle on, "I'll lock up and then head up."
The two of you had just nodded and then gone up the stairs, not having needed another invitation and I'd busied myself by making a cup of tea and making sure all the doors were bolted and locked before setting the alarm and heading upstairs. As I'd closed the passage door I'd wondered what you'd been up to in the ten minutes I'd been downstairs, wandering if you'd left the door unlocked or if I'd have to interrupt the two of you. I had felt my stomach twinge as I wondered if you two would let me in at all if you'd locked the door; a little thrill of pleasure and uncertainty running down my spine at the thought of that little show of defiance, but it wasn't to be. The handle turned easily under my touch, the door scraping against the floor as it opened.
The light from the hallway had streamed in, lighting up the darkened bedroom suddenly. The two of you were in the corner by the sleeper couch; Paul naked, and startlingly white in the light, on his knees in front of the couch, his head buried between your thighs, hands behind your knees pushing your legs back to give him access to your hairy pussy. He'd turned around in shock at the sudden light, and while his shoulders hid your cunt from my sight I could tell that you must be wet from the way his chin and lips gleamed in the light.
You didn't seemed phased at all by my entrance, just squinting against the light as your eyes adjusted; your legs still held high by Paul, your ass sitting on the edge of the couch. Your shoulders lay flat against the back of the couch, and because of the way your body was curved your breasts sat fat, heavy and juicy at the top of your stomach, the big brown nipples hard from the cool night air or a mauling from earlier...more than likely from both.
He continued to stare at me, not knowing what to do but you knew what I wanted. Through half closed eyes you looked at me standing in the doorway with my tea in one hand, the other on the door handle and you gave a little smirk as you put a hand on his head and guided it back between your thighs; the hand staying entwined in his hair as your eyes closed again, biting your lip contentedly as you hooked your other arm behind the couch for support. It was exactly the invitation I needed as I stepped through the door and shut it behind me drowning the room in darkness again; but with the picture of the two of you on the couch burning in my minds eye; the delicious contrast of Paul's pale white skin against your deeper warm chocolate color sending tingles down my spine and shooting into my groin.
Still resisting the urge to turn the lights on I stood by the door, the sound of the rain interspersed by the occasional muted noise from the corner. I slowly began undoing the buttons on my shirt with one hand, making sure not to spill my tea in the other. The room was cold and I felt my nipples harden quickly as my shirt fell open. I was trying to play it cool, to stay calm and composed but I could feel the excitement welling up inside me; my cock rock hard and straining in my pants.
My fingers fell to my waist and clumsily undid the button on my jeans; I was already kicking my shoes off as the zip slid down, forced by my cock bulging against it. I bit my bottom lip softly as I pushed my pants down with one hand, goose bumps running up my thighs at the sudden cold. I juggled my tea from hand to hand as I wriggled out of my shirt; the whole process taking no more than a couple minutes, the room still too dark to see if you two had started doing something else. I took a step towards the bed, hesitating for a moment, before deciding to lose the briefs as well; my cock dropping down heavily to stand at an angle in the cold night air; pointing obscenely towards where the two of you were busy, as if it were willing me on.
I tiptoed over to sit on the bed, the springs whining under my weight as I took a sip of tea and squinted through the darkness. Even though the two of you were all but right in front of me, no more than a meter away, I still had to squint hard to cut through the darkness and see you. In the dim light I could make out the outline of Paul's pale body far more easily than I could yours, still on his knees with his head buried between your thighs. I sipped my tea idly as I watched his shoulders and head move rhythmically as he lavished attention on your cunt with his tongue, your hand still entwined in his hair as if keeping it there, as if he needed any further encouragement. I could just make out the outline of your body, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your arm stretched over the back of the chair, the dark shadow that was your hair draped over your shoulders and I felt a small shiver of pleasure run through me.
If I listened very carefully I could make out the occasional wet slurp from between your legs, deep breathing here and there; my cock twitching in excitement as I strained my ears. I finished the tea, lowering the empty, but still warm, cup to between my legs; my cock leaning against the side, warmed further by the heat; a lovely contrast to the occasional shivers of cold running up and down my body. I watched as Paul continued to lick away at your pussy, almost tasting you on my own lips such was my excitement. I could imagine it all, the sharp, tangy taste of your pussy being watered down by his saliva, taking away the sharp, acidic bite. His cock probably caught between his thighs and belly, wetting them with his excitement, burning hot, to be contrasted against the small chill his balls probably felt from the cool tiles so close at hand.
It wasn't long before I saw his hips start to gently move backwards and forwards and I knew he must be rubbing and squeezing his cock against his body in his excitement; his head still buried between your thighs, but now moving from side to side frantically. You groaned out in approval, your hips lifting off the couch to push against his mouth as your hand tightened in his hair, breasts getting pushed up as you tried to arc your back.
It was all too much for him and he surged up from his knees on the floor, taking the hand in his hair by the wrist and forcing it back over your head, his shoulders taking the position of his hands at the back of your knees, forcing them to stay pushed back against you. My cock jumped in anticipation and I reached down to hold it at the base, having to bite my lip to stop groaning at the sudden cool touch of palm and fingers. I squeezed it gently as I watched him reach down between his legs with his free hand, my mind taking over as I imagined him taking hold of his cock at the base and using it to position his head at the entrance to your open, wet cunt.
