I loved the feeling of your mouth on my cock. You were doing a much better job of sucking me than usual. the idea of someone watching us must be turning you on as much as it was me.
I ran my fingers through your hair. Looking out into the woods I thought I saw something move. Probably just my imagination, given our conversation.
"Yea babe, show em how you love to suck my cock. I can see him watching intently, watching as my cock disappears into your mouth. He can see your fingers playing with yourself too. I bet its really turning him on, don't you think?"
I watched as his hands trailed through her hair while her mouth moved on his cock, suckling him. With one hand she played with her sex, her hips slowly gyrating to the pleasure she was giving him and that, I was sure, she was getting from sucking his hardness deeper into her throat.
I was stroking harder, listening to him as he played on her fantasy of being watched. I could see how this made her more turned on, made her moan on him, move faster with mouth and hands.
I lift you up off my cock, pulling our naked bodies close together. Your breasts rubbing my chest, my hard cock rubbing your stomach.
I hold you by the chin with both hands, bringing your mouth to mine. Our lips meet and our tongues probe into each other's mouth. We both let out a soft moan. I let my hand run over your shoulder, down your back, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer, letting you know what I want next.
I kiss your neck, licking my way to your ear. Nibbling on your ear lobe as I whisper, turn around,
"Show him your naked body while I make love to you from behind. I want him to see your breasts bounce as I fuck you, I want him to see your mouth open and gasp as I enter you, expanding your pussy to accomodate my cock. I'm so ready for you."
I'd always loved getting it from behind, the energy of it, how dirty it felt, the way my breasts would sway with every thrust. You always seemed to be a bit freer as well, wrapping your hands around my breasts or my shoulders or my hips and pulling me against you.
And none of that prepared me for how it felt this time. I leaned over the deck, my hips against the rail, my breasts over thin cool air, you hand caressing my back. You slid your fingers between my legs, and I think you were surprised by how wet I was, I know I nearly screamed when you slid your fingers into me.
I did scream when you first filled me, you had never entered me so strongly before, usually easing my tight sex open, making sure I was comfortable. This time was different, in an instant you had buried yourself to the hilt, slamming my hips against the railing. I saw stars. You laughed softly, "You okay?"
I could barely breathe. "I'm incredible, the builders were good, right, you can do that over and over again, and we won't break anything? Because if you don't continue, I think I'll die."
I watched the two naked lovers as they stood together now and kissed. I could hear them plainly now I had advanced a little further.
I supressed a moan when I saw her turn away, lean out over the rail. Her breasts hung free, her hands clenched the wood as he played with her from behind.
Her squeal of pleasure made me moan in response as I watched, knowing by his movement that he had filled her with a single thrust. His hands on her hips as she looked around at him, begging him to continue. I watched eagerly as their bodies began to move together, as her breasts bounced as he said they would.
I wanted her so much, wanted to be in her, being the one to feel how tight and wet she was on my cock, that I stroked, wanting to come when I saw her climax, there on the deck.
I thought I heard a moan, a male moan, but not my husband. I really was losing it, I let myself be swept away by sensation, crying out into the empty trees.
I caressed your back with one hand, feeling your wet pussy with my other. Moving in closer I kissed and licked your neck as I thrust my cock into you deeply, not easing in as usual. You had turned me on differently tonight, bringing out the lust in me.
My hips began a smooth pace in and out, feeling your pussy rub aganist my cock, making it throb. I reached around cupping your breast, pinching your nipple as if showing it off to our imaginary voyeur.
Fucking you, hard and fast, then slowing a bit, nibbling your ear as my hands played with your tits. "I can see him out there watching, babe, I bet he is imagining being here in front of you, licking and sucking on your breasts or maybe feeding his cock to your mouth. I bet he wishes he were behind you like me," I whispered, thrusting in hard. "I be the is out there stroking his cock, I bet seeing you getting fucked has made him rock hard babe. I bet he would love to unload his cum all over your breasts, wouldn't that be hot."
The game was intense, I stopped caring if it was imagination or real, it had been along time since I'd had this much fun getting fucked. I let my head roll back and fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples and moaning as my husband continued pinning me to the railing, slamming into my tight pussy.
"I want to feel his cum on my breasts, taste it in my throat while feeling you cum in me." I begged loudly.
I listened to them, watched them. Watched as her body was presented to me, her breasts displayed as they fucked.
She moved sinuously, his hips thusting at her pushing her forward against the rail, the rail that I had put into place not so long ago.
They were talking, moaning. Her voice raised, loud, talking to her husband - and to me...
"I want to feel his cum on my breasts, taste it in my throat while feeling you cum in me."
I groaned; had she seen me? Was that what she really wanted - for me to step out, to come to her, let her heavenly lips surround the head of my cock, suck me then have me come, in her mouth, on her chin against her firm naked breasts?
I could hardly contain my excitement as I watched them.
I felt my cock throbbing inside your wet pussy, my thursts becoming more determined, deeper, in and out faster.
I listened as you pulled and played with your breasts almost screaming out that you wanted him, wanted to taste him in your mouth. My mind visualizing you with a cock in your mouth as I fucked you, seeing his cock thrusting in your mouth in time with my thrusting. I knew then that at some point in time I wanted that as much as you did.
"Oh yea, babe," I said as my cock pulled almost all the way out then slammed back into you, "Can you feel his cock rubbing against your lips?" Placing my finger at your mouth as if it iwas his cock, "Lick the head of his cock babe, taste his precum."
It began with the thought and fantasy of being watched, now it was fantasizing of another man being here with us. I saw how it turned you, how it brought the lust out in you.
I began wishing there was someone out there watching, wishing there was a cock there for you to suck while I fucked you. I was certain you would go for it, if, if only there was that someone.
I sucked my husband's finger and rocked my hips to add more force to his cock's motions deep within my body. His cock was steel hard and I knew he was getting close to orgasm, as was I - I couldn't take this much sensation for long.
I closed my eyes and felt him thrust into me from two sides - so different from how gentle and controlled we always were with each other. I bucked against him wildly, impaling myself again and again, his finger in my mouth pressing me back against his cock, his hand on my back pinning me to the railing.
The universe opened and opened me with it, my pussy clamping around the cock that filled me and my muscles spasming as my orgasm claimed me.
I watched them as they mated, animal like. Her body pinned to the rail, sucking on her husband's finer like it was a cock, her breasts swaying as he thrust inside her hard, faster.
I was stroking myself, breathing hard, trying to make no noise as I heard her moan and saw her face contort in the pleasure of her orgasm as it shook her body.
Faster, harder I stroked so that I could climax with her, letting my cum shoot from me, falling on the soil ahead of me. I spurted again as I watched her, as I wanted her. Cum hung from the end of my still hard cock as I watched him driving himself in his wife's body, watched for his climax to see if it would push her over the edge again.
As your orgasm began I felt your pussy clamp down around my throbbing cock. My thursting was faster harder, needing to get myself off. Just when I thought I couldn't wait a second longer I pulled out, jerking my cock furiously and shooting my load over your round ass, showing our voyeur how hot you made me. My cock kept shooting and shooting my thick creamy load.
Before your could move I knelt down and began licking my cum off your sweet ass. I wondered, if there really was someone out there, would we have been hot enough to get him off too?
He pulled from my heated depths, leaving me empty, and poured his hot com over my ass. I don't I'd felt him cum that much in a long time, this game had excited him as much as it had me.
Quickly his tongue lapped at my skin, slurping the dripping cum from my ass cheeks. I shuddered again, my all too sensitive nervous system overloading at the touch.
"Oh God baby, that was wonderful. Who could we find to join in for real? I want to feel you grab my hair and fuck me like that while some guy is fucking my throat." I shuddered again at the thought, my own fluids flooding from my pussy again.
I watched as he shot his load over his wife's ass and back and then started to lick it from her, obviously exciting her as he did so. I tried to keep quiet as I watched and then I heard her say...unbelievably...
"Oh God baby, that was wonderful. Who could we find to join in for real? I want to feel you grab my hair and fuck me like that while some guy is fucking my throat."
I gasped. Would he remember those times down at the bar with the guys, when we discussed fantasies? How he and I had come up with this one - of course, not mentioning his wife, how we would just take our pleasure from some nameless girl and satisfy her desires for two men too?
If he did, would he call me - would he make it come true, knowing how much it excited them both in a fantasy, would they take it one step further?
"I may have someone who might be willing to help fulfill the fantasy, babe. But, I don't want to let you know who until I've had a chance to speak to 'em." I said as I kissed up your back, ending with my arms around you and my lips at your ears.
It had been when I noticed how you grabbing onto the railing that he came to my mind. My friend John, I remembered the conversation we had one night while out drinking, I remember thinking how strange it was that it made me hard, sure, he had the body that you longed for, the hardness, the muscles, the rough hands, it was him to help build this railing this strong.
I hugged you, thinking about John. It would take a few beers before I would be able to ask him, but the passion our thoughts produced tonight was fuel enough to build my determination to ask him.
I turned around leaning on the rail and stroking my husband's chest. "You're a tease!" I cuddled close to him, claiming his lips with my own as our heart rates calmed down.
"Love, I'm going to grab a shower and head to bed. I'll get the dishes tomorrow."
I smiled and issed your lips passionately. "Thanks babe, tongith was very enjoyable."
"Alright enjoy your shower, I'm just going to have another beer and cig out here, if you don't mind."
I gave your hot ass a playful slap as you walked away, watching until you disappeared from my sight. I popped another beer and lit a cig, leaning naked against the railing.
I gazed at the stars thinking about tonight and how enjoyable it was. Thinking about John, wondering what his body actualy looked like without clothes, wondering if it was the type of body you would enjoy, wondering if I could ask him what I wanted to ask him, wondering if he would be a willing participant in fulfilling our fantasies.
I was nervous - real nervous. He had called me the day after I had watched them making love on the decking. His voice sounded kind of strained too. Had they seen me? Was he going to confront me?
He wanted to meet at the bar, have a few drinks, play some pool. Sure, I said, trying to sound calm about it.
Of course - it was always possible - would he ask me to help with the fantasy of two men for his wife? Was that why he sounded a bit nervous? They had talked about it that night as they finished and went indoors and I made my way back to my truck. Was it me he wanted to ask? I'd do it - I wanted her, wanted to fulfil her desires.
I strolled downtown that night to the bar, ordered a beer and waited.
I showed up at the bar, determined to ask John to help us out. I was nervous as hell, my pits sweating. I mean, what would he think, me asking him to have sex with my wife. Would he think I didn't satisfy her? Would he think I was a wimp in bed? Would he think I was queer if I wanted to watch him?
I walked in the bar and saw him sitting there already, beer in hand. I checked his body out more than I had ever done before. I tried to remember what he looked like without his shirt. I secretly hoped he had a small cock. I sat down on the bar stool next to him. "Hey man, how's it going?" I ordered a beer as we began a normal conversation between friends.
A couple of beers later, I was getting closer to having the courage to ask when you suggested a game of pool. "Sure, why not." We both got up and headed to the table, my mind certainly not on billiards.
I had taken a bath, tried to read a book, tried to watch some tv, changed clothes about five times, painted my toes and still couldn't seem to sit still.
I know he's at the bar right now, with his buddies and he's going to ask one of them to join in our games. I don't know if I could be that brave, but the suspense will kill me if I can't find something to do.
I can't call him, he'll get too nervous aboutthe whole thing.
What if he brings his friend home tonight? What if his friend says no? What if his friend doesn't like me? What if... This is just going to kill me, I swear.
Maybe the hot tub and a lot of wine can get me calmed down. A lot of wine.
I looked up into his eyes, he knew something was not right with me. That was a good sign, I mean if I was going to let him fuck my wife, it was a good sign that he was so observant.
"Let's go back to the bar, get another, there is something I need to talk to you about."
As we drank out beer I began explaining how you and I had been desiring something more in our sex life. How one night we had been out on our deck, the deck he helped me build so strong, how we had begun describing our fantasies to each other.
I described our fantasies, that we wanted to be watched as we made love, how you wanted to be taken by some hard bodied construction worker, how you wanted to be restrained and pleasured by two guys.
I explained to John how hot our love making that night was, how we pretended there was someone watching us while we had sex on the deck. I left out a fantasy or two of mine.
I told him how, after we had sex, he came into my mind, how I thought, if he were willing, he would be perfect to help in fulfilling your fantasies.