Those White Jeans Ch 04

Chris silently entered my view from the left. I didn't hear him get up from the easy chair. Lisa's choice to quietly masturbate in front of her sleeping husband had implicitly posed some questions to Chris, and he had begun to answer. Without a sound, he knelt before coming too near, then made as if to reach for Lisa's feet. Understanding his meaning, Lisa straightened her legs and pointed her feet toward his crotch. Chris gently tugged at the bottoms of the legs of those jeans and slowly pulled them away from her body. She lifted her ass up from the sofa cushion to help. Lisa's smooth, tanned, and slender legs slid out from underneath the white denim as she pulled her knees toward her chest. With her jeans off, she relaxed her legs, and they slowly fell away until her feet gently returned to the carpeted floor. Then she went right back to touching herself underneath her white cotton panties, legs spread wide for Chris to see.

Chris set Lisa's crumpled jeans aside and then, still on his knees, drew closer to her. Both his hands reached to her hips, where he curled his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties. Again she lifted her ass up from the sofa cushion to help. He carefully pulled them away from her, very deliberately and ceremoniously sliding them along her thighs, past her knees, down her calves, around her ankles and feet, until her body was free of them, and then he placed them with her jeans.

Lisa resumed masturbating with her legs spread wide. In the light of the television I could see some wetness on her fingers when they moved slowly enough. And I could see that she had shaved her pussy perfectly smooth since the last time I saw it, which was about a week ago.

Chris unbuckled his belt and removed it loop by loop from the waist of his jeans, then coiled it and set it next to Lisa's jeans. He reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt up and off, then placed it with his belt. I couldn't help but admire his physique. It seemed as though each muscle of his body was expressed. His arms and chest bulged, but not excessively. As he unbuttoned his jeans and began pulling them down, I realized his stomach muscles formed an 8-pack, not just a 6-pack. I didn't see much body hair, just a light patch in the center of his chest and a thin line running downward from his belly button, disappearing under his black cotton briefs. As he lifted his knees one by one to allow the complete removal of his jeans, I didn't see much leg hair, either, only the fit, muscular legs of an athlete.

One of the questions Lisa had implicitly posed to Chris was whether he could do all of this quietly. It appeared to me that the answer was a definite "yes." He knew the risks and he knew the stakes, and he was taking silence very seriously.

He confidently pushed his briefs down and off. Of course I have seen men naked before, like in the gym, but I had never before seen a man naked in the context of sex. In the gym, I wouldn't care to look. Actually, I'd actively avoid looking. But in this moment, I was compelled not just to look, but to observe. Besides, I couldn't take my eyes off of it once I saw it.

As Chris stood on his knees before Lisa, and released his cock from under his briefs, it fell outward and bounced into a resting position nearly parallel with the floor. Chris's cock was big. But don't get the wrong idea; mine is big, too. Without getting into measurements, I know that mine is much larger than the alleged average, and I have never had any problem with confidence there. I also know that mine is the largest that Lisa has ever had. But from where I was sitting, it looked like Chris's may have been longer than mine if not the same length, and it was definitely thicker, and toward its base it was significantly thicker than it was near the head. His balls were enormous, but hung tightly underneath, rather than far below, the shaft. The whole thing looked very dense and heavy, and I suppose part of that appearance was attributed to the fact that he isn't circumcised. Besides that, his pubic hair was neatly trimmed, giving his entire groin a tidiness that matched the rest of him.

Chris wasn't even fully hard yet. He grabbed his cock with his right hand and began stroking it while watching Lisa. Normally I would love to watch Lisa masturbate, too, but for the time being I just wanted to watch Chris. Physically, the guy was flawless, and I was jealous how good his cock and balls looked: big, smooth, heavy, and intimidating. Underneath my blanket, I started to rub my cock along with Chris. As his cock became harder, so did mine.

Lisa enjoyed Chris's show, too. She plunged her index and middle finger deep into her vagina and began fingerfucking herself. That's something new, I thought. I guessed this was a signal that she needed him inside of her. They had already gone through the motions of foreplay, anyway.

I slowly and carefully unzipped my khakis so that I could have better access to my dick, because I desperately needed to stroke it skin on skin, like Chris.

Chris released his cock from his grasp. It was fully hard and pointing stiffly upward toward the ceiling. He shuffled toward Lisa on his knees until he was between her thighs. Lisa stopped fingerfucking herself, repositioning those fingers to spread her labia to Chris. He pushed his cock downward with his right thumb, pointing it toward Lisa's vagina, and with his hand's guidance, inserted the head between Lisa's fingers.

Lisa withdrew her hand from her crotch, and then Chris withdrew the head of his cock. Again I could see wetness in the light of the television. He inched his knees closer to Lisa, then pulled the foreskin back and inserted his cock again, this time a little farther.

I think he encountered more resistance than he expected. When I say that Lisa has a tight, little pussy, I mean that literally. It is by far the tightest little pussy I have ever had. The first few months she and I were together, that tightness made me cum so fast, I had a lot of trouble lasting long enough to please her. It took a while for me to get used to it. I suspected Chris wouldn't last long, either.

He withdrew his cock again, then signaled for Lisa to spread her legs wider for him. Apparently not satisfied with the result, he gently placed his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them backward and outward toward the sofa. Her right leg could go no farther back than the sofa's arm, but he was able to push her left leg back farther.

The result was the most beautifully erotic scene I could ever imagine. Lisa's ass was nearly hanging off the front of the sofa and her right leg was pinned against the sofa's arm. Her left knee was pointed toward my face, such that the backside of her left thigh was skyward and the bottom of her left foot faced the ceiling. From my angle I could see all of Lisa from inner thigh to inner thigh and from her belly button to the base of her vaginal opening. And there in the midst of all of it was Chris's rock hard cock, its head wet from Lisa's pussy, and its giant balls hanging just below.

Again Chris pointed that cock down toward Lisa's vaginal opening, now as open to him as it ever could be, and pushed it into her. About half of it disappeared between those labia. He slowly withdrew, then pushed in again to an even greater depth. He watched his own cock as he withdrew it once more, perhaps appreciating Lisa's wetness all over its skin or the tight grip her pussy maintains on it. I watched, too, and that's what I was appreciating as my right hand took hold of my dick, which I had secretly wrestled out from my khakis and underwear.

He pushed it in again. Even though I had just resumed jerking off, already I had to urgently stop and let go of my dick as the realization struck me: There's a guy fucking my wife right in front of me. My wife is letting a guy fuck her right in front of me. She not only wants him to fuck her, she wants him to fuck her right in front of me. I remembered one of things she said to me while we masturbated together during the movie: "That's right! You jerk off and watch him fuck her. She's letting him fuck her! The slut is fucking her boyfriend and you can only watch and jerk off while they fuck!" She was having an orgasm when she said those words. Maybe she even had an orgasm

because

of those words.

I was stunned. Did Lisa set this all up? Does she know that I am only pretending to be passed out? Does she know that I am watching and jerking off while Chris fucks her at my feet? Is this why she had suggested covering me with a blanket?

Chris was starting to move in a slow rhythm, and amazingly both he and Lisa remained absolutely quiet. Their breathing was completely under control, they made no sudden movements, and the sofa didn't squeak. I wondered how long they could maintain this silence. If they could not, would they move to the bathroom again? Or, if Lisa really wanted to get fucked right in front of me, would she make sure they stayed here no matter what?

Chris's cock was totally soaked in Lisa's pussy by now, so he was free to fuck her harder and faster, which I believe he was eager to do. He pushed her left leg back even further as he watched his cock slide in and out of her pussy. I don't think he noticed that he had pushed her thigh so far that it bumped into my left ankle. Surely Lisa felt it, though. A moment later, her thigh brushed up against my leg again when he pumped into her.

I don't know what Lisa's hands were doing before this moment, but soon she reached up for Chris's shoulders to signal she wanted him closer. He leaned toward her and she placed her hands behind his head and pulled him down farther. Their silence was finally broken by the sounds of their kissing. Their heads were on the other side of my propped up legs, so I couldn't see. I wished I could though. I wanted to see their tongues meet as he fucked her.

Chris made a soft grunting noise and gasped for air. Lisa must have once again flexed her tongue into its stiff and narrow form and wiggled it repeatedly across his tongue. She knows what she's doing. He pumped into her harder. Her left thigh bumped into my left leg again. Because Lisa had pulled Chris down to kiss her, he couldn't keep his balance while also holding her legs down, so he was forced to reposition his hands. He was now resting his weight on his left hand, which was placed at the back of the sofa, while his right hand had decided to explore underneath Lisa's lower back and ass. He was no longer pushing Lisa's legs back. This meant that Lisa was responsible for her left thigh touching my left leg, not Chris. It was deliberate.

Their kissing audibly continued, and Chris was pumping into Lisa hard enough that I could feel the sofa slightly shake beneath us. Lisa's naked left thigh was now in constant contact with my left leg. Every time Chris thrust his cock into her, I could feel the force of his hips as it transferred into her leg. Even though it was only her leg against mine, being able to actually feel my wife getting fucked by another man was food for a hunger I didn't know I had, and suddenly I was ravenous. I wanted to feel the naked skin of her whole body against mine as her pelvis accepted the rhythmic thrusts of Chris's hips.

I couldn't even touch my dick, or else I would have cum. I frustratedly watched the muscles of Chris's ass repeatedly flex and relax as he fucked Lisa, his torso hunched over, hiding the action of their groins under the shadows cast by the television's light.

Lisa whispered something, but I couldn't hear what it was.

"Yeah," Chris responded. He stopped pumping into her and lifted his upper body from hers, then slowly withdrew his cock and stood. In the light of the television I could see that even his balls were wet from Lisa. So much wetness was a testament to how turned-on Lisa was, despite her total lack of vocalization. Is she able to have an orgasm silently?

Lisa pulled off her T-shirt as she sat up from her slouched position. I shut my eyes, because in the moment it felt likely that she would look in my direction to check on me. While I suspected she knew I was only pretending to be asleep until now, I wasn't about to confirm it for her, which could ruin everything.

In the silence that followed, I wondered what they would do next. I fantasized that Chris would wrap Lisa's long blond hair around one of his fists, bend her over the ping pong table, and fuck her hard from behind. I imagined the slapping sounds created by his upper thighs as they punishingly struck the firm cheeks of her naughty little ass, and I imagined her face contorted by another orgasm, her mouth gaping wide.

Instead I heard what sounded like a knee or an ankle cracking. Somebody was moving. But then more silence followed. I peeked with my right eye, but saw no one. I dared to open my left eye briefly, but again saw no one in my field of vision. Oh no, had they gone to the bathroom again? I waited for the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut, but that sound never came. The only sound was the low volume of the television.

Chris let out a muffled moan just to my left. They were on the floor right next to me. A moment later, I heard their wet kissing. Lisa must have been doing that thing with her tongue again, driving Chris wild.

In my current position I was unable to see them, which meant they were both horizontal. I figured I was safe to turn my head, so I did, slowly, until I saw the muscles of Chris's back. He was on top. A moment later, the tops of Lisa's knees came into view, confirming for me that they were in a missionary position.

Chris moaned again, quieter this time, but that was enough to tell me he was becoming somewhat careless about silence. But Lisa did nothing to stop him. Either Lisa didn't care anymore about waking me up, or she definitely knew that I was awake. If I was right, then I no longer had to pretend to be sleeping for Lisa's sake; only Chris's.

I knew what that meant. I carefully reached into my pocket and withdrew the paper towels, then gently pushed my khakis and underwear further down. With my bare ass on the sofa, I now felt naked underneath the blankets that covered me, and it felt wrong, and it felt good.

So, was I right? Did Lisa actually want me to watch as Chris fucked her? Some doubt remained, and my gut was still a twisted wreck, but I needed what I came here for. I turned my head further to the left to see whatever I could. Chris's head was now in view. He was staring straight downward. Presumably he and Lisa were looking into each others' eyes. My eyes followed the contours of his body. I watched his lower back rise and fall. Then I watched his ass flex and relax repeatedly as he pumped his cock in and out of Lisa underneath him. I wrapped my right hand around my dick again and stroked it, for at that moment, seeing Chris push his cock into Lisa as they looked into each others' eyes renewed my tortured jealousy.

I couldn't see much of Lisa under Chris, who of course massively outsizes her. While Lisa's feet were hidden from my view by the cushion of the sofa, I could see from the bend at her knees that they must have been flat on the floor. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate Chris, just like they usually are with me, because her hips are relatively narrow. As I watched Chris fuck her in that moment, the angle of her knees decreased as her feet slid closer to the rest of her. The muscles in her legs flexed, and Chris moaned again. His moan was apparently in approval, as her slight repositioning allowed her to more aptly roll her pelvis to meet his thrusts, thereby allowing more of his cock into her pussy. The flexing of her leg muscles repeated, and quickly I learned that she would now be rolling her pelvis to match his rhythm. I turned my head further to the left so that I could see the rest of her lower body. I wanted to see her naked hip rise and fall to meet Chris's pushes into her.

Chris tried to reposition his knees on the carpet without breaking stride, which inadvertently gave me exactly the view I wanted to see just then, and again I had to let go of my dick to avoid cumming. As Chris repositioned, his lower body lifted slightly off of Lisa's, and at the same moment, his wet cock almost fully exited Lisa's vagina, and then re-entered, just as Lisa's lower pelvis rolled upward to accept it. I think I even heard the wetness of her vagina as his cock went in. Chris's cock completely disappeared into her. For a brief moment her labia were mashed tightly against his crotch and her clitoris made direct contact with the thick base of his cock. Then Chris withdrew again, Lisa's hips fell back toward the floor, and Chris again rested his weight on her, blocking my view of his cock entering her.

My eyes followed the side of Lisa's body, from her rising and falling right hip, to her muscular abs, to the shadows of her lower ribcage. Chris's shoulder and arm blocked my view of her upper body. I'm not usually interested in tits, but just then I really wanted to see Lisa's chest. I wanted to see both her small breasts, nearly indifferent to Chris's pounding, barely moving, each with its small, pink nipple standing erect in total arousal.

Lisa and Chris were kissing again. I could hear it, but I couldn't see much of Lisa's face or head, as Chris's own head and left arm blocked most of my view. But I did want to see it. Somehow seeing their tongues intertwine is almost as erotic as watching their crotches meet. Chris's head was tilted to his right, so I figured I might be able to see some of their kissing if I changed my angle slightly. I turned just a little more to my left. This allowed their entire bodies into my field of vision, but still I failed to see any of their kissing. I could only listen to it.

There were short kisses, so many of them carelessly punctuated by the typical "chirping" sound that kisses make. And there were longer kisses, with periods of silence separated by the sloppy sounds of wetness. And then there was another one of Lisa's special stiff tongue kisses, which forced another moan out of Chris. She didn't let up, though. With her hands behind his neck, she held him close, and she kissed him harder. He moaned again, and pushed into her hard. She broke the kiss and gasped for air.

Lisa pulled Chris down close to her, burying his head over her left shoulder. As her left hand pulled on the back of his neck, her engagement ring and wedding ring caught my attention with their refraction of the television's light. But just a second later, her whole face came into view as she looked directly at me, expressionless. Reactionless. She knew.

I couldn't move. Lisa and I stared into each other's eyes. Oblivious, Chris fucked her harder. Lisa's mouth silently opened a little wider as she gasped for air. Her hips rose and fell to meet Chris's thrust. Still her eyes didn't leave mine. Another of Chris's thrusts hit the right spot, and Lisa's lower jaw again pulled open, and I could hear a heavy breath escape. Her pelvis continued to match Chris's movements. Still we stared into each other's eyes. Her orgasm was on the approach. Lisa's strained lower jaw gradually relaxed as her lips curled into a subtle smile. Another of Chris's thrusts forced her open mouth wider as she again gasped for air, but that subtle smile persevered as our eyes remained fixed on the other's.

Lisa pulled her knees toward her shoulders and lifted her feet from the floor, replacing them on the small of Chris's back. With her legs wrapped around him, her whole body was holding him close. I knew what that meant. Lisa wanted Chris to cum inside her. If she remembered our movie night, then this was her way of telling me. Not asking. Telling. If she were asking, then she would not have been simultaneously signaling to Chris the same message. She was telling both of us.