Watch and Wait (Closed for PrettyLilPussy19)

[Mei5ter]

There are apps for everything these days. However niche your taste or interest, someone will have come up with an app which lets you meet like-minded people who share it. And that includes people who have a kink for watching their partner fuck a stranger.

Of course, this isn't an app you can download from anywhere. Nor can just anyone join it. You have to be part of a couple, you have to be recommended by an existing member, and you also have to submit to the kind of background checks that made Danielle and me wonder if we were accidentally joining the CIA. But that means that you really know that you can trust the people you meet. And that matters. You can be totally open about what you want to do, and what you won't do, and there are consequences for anyone who doesn't play within your boundaries.

Danielle's in charge of our profile on this app, and that means she sets the boundaries. Our profile states that she wants to watch me with another girl, without being seen herself, and without the other girl's partner also present (tried it, gets weird). Aside from that, pretty much anything goes. The app has enough boundaries to keep things safe and broadly on track, but the sex itself is never, ever predictable. Sometimes it's great, which means Danielle gets plenty of the good stuff to watch. And sometimes it can be distinctly meh, which lets me and Danielle have the fun of having infinitely better sex with each other afterwards. Because, contrary to popular belief, and to the consternation of many couples we know, great sex after marriage really can be a thing.

Among many other things, Danielle is a self-confessed voyeur, and we have a huge (and very well organised) video archive of the two of us fucking. We'll watch these together lying in bed, and my fingers always end up stealing between her thighs while I whisper in her ear what a filthy little whore she is for doing whatever happens to be on screen. But being a voyeur really needs your partner to be fucking someone else while you watch them. And that's the main reason why we sometimes like to involve someone else. Danielle loves to watch and wait. and knowing she's fingering herself while she secretly watches me fuck a girl I met half an hour ago, hearing her cum, and knowing that I'll then be fucking my hidden voyeur later...well, that's a braiding of hotness, trust and emotional complexity which works perfectly for both of us.

The app notifies you when another couple is in your area, and tonight it had pinged Danielle to let her know that a woman called Jennifer and her husband would be in town tonight. Checking Jennifer's profile soon told us plenty about what she and her husband liked - she had completed her profile information with a meticulous attention to detail which I knew Danielle would appreciate. Her tastes weren't that uncommon. She liked to be picked up in a hotel bar, while her husband would wait in his hotel room until his freshly fucked wife came back to tell him every detail of her encounter. Jennifer was very clear about her own tastes: she loved to be watched, and liked to take a stranger's cock in her mouth and pussy, before going back and confessing every detail to her husband. But one stipulation surprised us a little: she expected to return to her husband with a stranger's cum on her - that was non-negotiable. But it had to be on her tits.

"And she's really clear," finished Danielle . "They want your cum, but just on her tits, and they specify it can't be anywhere else. Which sucks for you, because she has really pretty blonde hair you'd love messing up."

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

There is nothing like being in a relationship with someone that you can trust completely and be entirely open with. Jack and I started this whole adventure with discussion and dirty talk. We worked our way through the more common fantasies down through our most shameful, delicious kinks. Things I’ve never felt safe sharing with anyone else were discussed openly and honestly without any pretense of embarrassment or discomfort.

After years I fiinally confessed how erotic I would find it to watch him with another woman. At first, he assumed it was an extension of my bisexuality, a kind of foreplay. And while we had certainly done that (her ass up filled with his cock while her face was pressed between my thighs), I had to explain to him that this wasn’t the same. Then he worried that this was my way of trying to get rid of him. I again explained, “No… I love how you look when you’re lost in pleasure. I love watching. I love not missing every detail, every gasp, every shudder, every arch. It makes me drip. Plus, after, I just imagine reclaiming every inch of you.”

And I did. I loved the thought and Jack started coming around to the idea, When we would fuck, he would paint the dirtiest pictures. While he pushed his thick cock inside me, he would tell me about the girl who he’d just left, how wet her pussy was and how she moaned his name. This had the effect of making me wrap my legs around his hips and pulling him inside me, showing him how wet I was in return.

After much discussion and boundary setting, we decided to try for real. And it’s been incredible. We set up a profile and learned the ropes. Through much trial and error (the errors at least proving to be entertaining stories for later), we found the situations that worked best for us and for our lucky thirds. Jennifer ticked all the boxes and had the added layer of her own husband looking forward to reclaiming her once she got back to their room. That idea turned me on in a new and different way. The thought of kindred spirit somewhere else in the hotel we chose, waiting and imagining and knowing I was actually watching, was a new level of erotic. Jennifer, herself, was lovely and I loved how articulately she expressed her desires and boundaries. Plus, she spent two paragraphs raving about how much she enjoyed worshiping a man's cock with her mouth. I always liked healthy competition.

 

[Mei5ter]

A few friends now know that my wife wants to watch me fuck other women, and they think I must be the luckiest man alive. Which I am, but not for the reasons they imagine. When Danielle first raised this with me, my first reaction was one of disappointment and rejection. I didn't want anyone else. I had her, and she was absolutely everything I could ever want. Some couples find that it becomes harder to explore new kinks over time - the risk and fear of rejection when you suggest venturing beyond established boundaries becomes too great. But for us it had always been the exact opposite: the closer we grew, the more confident we became that neither of us would be shocked or disturbed by anything the other might want to explore.

When you have someone who knows and understands your deepest and darkest desires and meets you at every inch and every twist and turn, you don't crave the freedom and liberation some might feel from sex with a stranger. Because, as Danielle and I soon found, a stranger is exactly that, and you have no way of knowing whether there will be any kind of chemistry there. But she's become an expert at spotting the little profile clues that suggest someone will be the right fit for all concerned, and while we still recall the emergency bathroom hair salon episode only too vividly, disasters like that are now largely a thing of the past.

Two days later, I was sitting in the bar of a large hotel. There was big a corporate event taking place in the ballroom tonight, which was why Jennifer and her husband were in town. The bar itself represented a heroic attempt to replicate the feel and style of a London club within the featureless shell of a twelve-storey 1990s hotel. The chairs were leather: big, saggy, and comfortable, and the tables and walls were finished in dark oak. Whoever had last refurbished the hotel had misguidedly retained the rather questionable 1990s chandeliers, but the equally dubious 1990s patterned carpet had thankfully been sacrificed for wooden floorboards. For tonight, however, it had one major advantage: unlike many corporate hotels it had corners and nooks where someone could sit discreetly and observe. I was waiting for Jennifer. I couldn't see Danielle, but knew she was somewhere nearby and would be watching us, waiting to see what happened when we met. And Jennifer's husband would be somewhere in the bar too. Neither Danielle or I would ever know who he was or what he looked like, but we knew he would be watching and waiting as his pretty wife walked up to a stranger sitting at one of the tables...

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Sinking down into the comfortable, worn leather chair in the bar, I glanced around for Jack. He still hadn’t arrived. I liked arriving just a little early so I could find somewhere safely secluded to observe from but there was always the chance that the only open table would be right next to me and that’s just awkward for everyone. Luckily, the bar was busy and I had a nice view of any open tables. I peered around looking for a man alone, Jennifer’s husband. There were three possible choices, men alone sipping drinks and looking… anticipatory?

Finally, I saw Jack walk in. He looked nice in the outfit he’d chosen and only somewhat nervously okayed with me. Without looking around he walked towards a table in the dim far corner and took a seat with his back to me. Better than me, I thought. I would have been unable to resist looking around. Ah well, that’s why this works.

I had my phone in my hand pretending to be reading something but I would glance up every few seconds and try to compress my smile. After two minutes, I saw Jennifer appear. She was unmistakable and beautiful. A blonde woman who I knew to be fifty but because of her brilliant smile, passed for much younger. She wore a sexy short black dress with heels I could never have stayed upright in. Okay Jennifer, you brought your A game, I mused to myself.

Jack stood in greeting and they hugged like old friends. Sometimes chemistry is just like that, instant and unexplainable. She even leaned up on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before letting him pull out the chair for her. She crossed her long legs and her dress slid up to mid thigh and I felt the briefest pang for her perfect body and then a rush of giddiness that tonight I got to see that body in action.

I watched for a few minutes from my chair as they chatted and laughed and by now, I spotted Jennifer’s husband watching from the bar. A nice looking guy with dark glasses and a beard who kept awkwardly repositioning his erection. I laughed to myself, I wonder if anyone knows just how many perverts are in the bar tonight.

Finishing my drink, I sent a text to Jack’s phone (20 mins) and left the bar to go upstairs and prepare for our night.

 

[Mei5ter]

You never quite know whether the person you are going to meet actually looks anything like the profile pic on the app. Once, it turned out to have been so heavily filtered, tweaked and enhanced that I actually failed to recognise the person who joined me for coffee. But Danielle had liked the look of Jennifer's profile - being married to a bi girl meant that Danielle had her own perspective on who she'd like to watch me fuck - and I could see why. Jennifer was a blonde, with a figure that suggested years of careful dieting and regular, meticulous exercise plans, and which - to my pleasure - time had now mellowed with a curve or two. She had put her hair up tonight but a few stray wisps had escaped to tease the back of her neck. I neither knew nor cared whether that particular blonde was her natural shade, but the sparkle in her pale blue eyes was all her own. Chemistry. It's rare, but sometimes it just happens, and you know.

I smiled back and took another sip of whiskey as she came over to the table, watching her hips sway as she somehow managed to walk in heels which were at least three inches higher than she'd normally have worn in public. She flashed me a brilliant, perfect smile as she recognised me. I was pleased I'd decided to wear a suit. Danielle had anticipated that Jennifer would put a lot of effort into looking good tonight - for her work dinner as well as for us - and knew that for me to do the same would get the evening off to the best possible start.

Jennifer sat down opposite me, and I saw her run an appraising glance over me. Shyness doesn't get you anywhere in these situations, so when I caught her looking at the bulge in my suit pants I just smiled, relaxed back in my seat, parted my thighs a little and let her enjoy the view. She met my gaze and slowly crossed her legs, letting her dress ride up her thigh.

My phone buzzed. Ten seconds later, Jennifer's did the same. We both giggled, knowing what that would mean.

"Everything okay?" I asked Jennifer.

She glanced at her phone. "He says...how did you know she can't resist a suit, and he wants lots of pics please. And she's good?"

"She says...see you both in 20 minutes, you're gorgeous, and she loves your heels!"

The ice broken, we went on to set a few boundaries. We agreed kissing was a yes, and dirty talk got two thumbs up from Jennifer, whose husband had also asked for cellphone pics of her taking my cock in all the positions we could devise (fine with me). Jennifer asked a discreet question about Danielle - there are plenty of men who persuade or coerce their wives into 'open' relationships. I explained that this had originally been Danielle's idea rather than mine, and that I had been the one who'd been uncertain at the start.

"So I hope you're okay hearing my wife cum while she's watching us fuck?" I finished. The expression on Jennifer's face and the gleam in her eyes answered that one.

We chatted a little more with the ease and intimacy that came from mutual attraction and a shared secret. In no time the twenty minutes were up. I stood up, and offered Jennifer my arm. She put hers through mine, swaying a little in her heels, and I felt the warmth of her hip press against mine as we walked over to the elevators.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I tried not to rush. Really I did. But I was excited! Can you blame me? As I made my way out of the hotel lounge, my face burned red with excitement and the sure knowledge that everyone present knew what we were about to do. The elevator moved deliberately slowly up to the 6th floor. I unlocked the door and looked at the time stamp on the text I sent. It had only been four minutes. I rolled my eyes at myself.

The hotel suite was ideal - large and luxurious, with a bed meant to be fucked on. The closet, where I would be set up, had a nice view of the living room area in one direction and the spacious bed in the other direction. I took a deep breath to settle the nerves, this was the part that was the hardest. The waiting. I took a few moments to make sure all our things were packed away. Having Jennifer trip over one of my shoes, might break the mood. I slipped out of the dress I wore to the bar and glanced at myself in the mirror. Jack bought me new lingerie everytime we experienced a new person, this set was probably my favorite. Deep, dark emerald green hugged to my every (plentiful) curve and complimented my dark hair and eyes. Satin covered my delicate bits and lace showed off the rest. Knowing it would make his cock thump, I took a quick picture and texted it to him, making sure the light caught that the satin was slightly darker between my thighs.

He just sent a devil emoji back and I laughed.

Finally, I pushed the rolling desk chair into the closet and grabbed two of my favorite toys. I dimmed the lights and settled into the closet, door cracked open slightly, to wait for my husband to bring the woman he would fuck back to out hotel room

 

[Mei5ter]

I matched my step with Jennifer's so that our thighs brushed as we walked. My arm gently disengaged itself from hers, and I slid my hand down to caress the curve of her ass. Too soon? No - because now I felt her arm slip round my waist, pulling me even tighter against her while her fingers slid further round to touch my thigh. My free hand closed over hers, guiding it further round towards the growing bulge in my suit pants, while the palm of the other caressed her ass, fingertips slowly stroking where her thighs and ass met.

We arrived at the elevator doors. Briefly removing my hand from Jennifer's where it rested on my thigh, I pressed the call button. Taking advantage of her freedom, Jennifer dextrously moved her hand around to my ass, slid it under the tail of my suit jacket and felt upwards for the waistband of my pants. I could feel the cool, smooth metal of her wedding ring against my skin as she slipped her fingers inside. A perfectly manicured fingernail grazed my skin, and I caught my breath. The muscles in my ass tightened instinctively as her hand eased even further down the back of my suit pants, fingers probing...

The hotel lobby was still busy. Jennifer and I had already attracted a few raised eyebrows, but if she was up for fingering my ass in public, I wasn't going to back down. My fingers moved lower, plucking at the fabric of her dress, squeezing her with my palm as I slowly pulled the hem higher and higher up her thighs, I felt my fingertips stroking against lace - stocking tops, I guessed, before brushing against her bare thigh just above them. Now it was Jennifer's turn to squirm, and while we both kept looking ahead at the elevator, anyone passing had a fine view of her stocking tops, a flash of bare thigh, and my teasing fingertips.

There was a sudden, loud ping. The light above the elevator doors flashed on, and the doors themselves quickly opened. Inside, two hotel maids were struggling with a cart which was determined to go in any direction other than forwards. I gave them both my best smile, as if standing in a hotel lobby with my hand up a stranger's dress and her finger teasing my ass was something I did every day. Finally, having wrestled the cart into obedience, they pushed it into the lobby. Jennifer and I fumbled each other inside and could hear their giggles as the elevator doors closed.

I reached out one arm to push the button for the sixth floor. Glancing up, I could see the small security camera in the ceiling. Your lucky day, guys, I thought, as I slid my hand further up to Jennifer's ass as I pulled her close. My fingers met lace...and there was another sudden ping, and the doors began to open again. Jennifer and I fixed our best and most respectable smiles as an elderly couple shuffled into the elevator. We stood side by side, our backs to the elevator wall. Her little black dress was lifted at the back and my hand was exploring what felt like delicate, lacy panties. Meanwhile, her hand was still inside my suit pants, and I felt her finger start to misbehave between my ass cheeks. Danielle was the only girl I'd ever allowed to touch me there, and I bit my lip hard it to force myself to relax...

Sixth floor. Ping. This was us. The doors opened. I kept my hand on Jennifer's ass, letting her dress fall over my wrist to give her a faint degree of respectability. She slipped hers round to my hip, still inside my suit pants, and bidding the elderly couple an impeccably polite "Good evening!" we got out, not daring to look back as the elevator pinged its way upwards again.

I guided Jennifer towards our room, walking a little awkwardly as she finally gave up any pretence and pushed her hand down my pants until her fingertip nudged my ass.

"Don't you like a finger back there?" she asked, turning her face to look into mine and putting on an expression of the utmost innocence. "Hubby loves it. One hand teasing his little cock, and a finger up his tight little asshole, so I figured you'd like me to..." I had a sudden vision of Jennifer fingering her husband's ass later tonight when she told him how she'd teased mine. Maybe she'd be stroking him with her other hand, telling him how much bigger and thicker my cock was. Maybe that thought would be what made him cum...

"Let's see what my wife thinks," I smiled back, touching the key card on the lock of our door.

Carefully - as is wise when a girl with long nails has her finger teasing your asshole - I steered Jennifer into our room, and let the door close quietly behind us.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

After what felt like half an hour but what could only have been two or three minutes, I heard the hotel room door unlock and swing open. My heart started pounding. It always did. There is a moment when fantasy becomes reality and it's suddenly so exciting and so scary that your body just vibrates. I took a few deep breaths and crossed my legs and calmed myself.

I heard a giggle and then a little growl and I knew they had hit it off. Sometimes just hearing without seeing is the best part. The nuance of noises has always been incredible erotic to me. I could hear a few world exchanged about the room and the view. Jack remarked on how he preferred the view inside the hotel room better. Very smooth, my love, very smooth. She laughed and I finally saw them come into view. Jack had his arms loosely around her waist, right over her ass and Jennifer had handfuls of his suit jacket as they kissed across the room. In a moment, that I could tell took him by surprise, once they got close enough to the couch, she pushed him backwards onto the patterned blue cushions and straddled him. Her black dress rode up revealing the garters at the top of her stockings and black lacy panties.

She was slim and lithe and she moved with the cat like grace and energy. Jennifer knew what she wanted and she was used to getting things exactly how she wanted. Unfortunately, she was about to fuck my husband who wasn't going to let her get away with that quite so easily. He let her grind on his lap for a moment as they kissed before he slid his hand slowly up her back and neck, plunged his hand deeply into her upswept blonde hair and gripped a handful. Gently but firmly, he pulled her head backwards away from his face and smiled up at her.

"Jennifer, while I am delighted that you are here and I have ever intention of making this a night you'll remember for a very long time. I do need to establish something." His grin had a touch of menace and I squeezed my thighs together as my pussy ached. "I am not your husband. Your dripping onto my pants suit as we speak precisely because I am not your husband. I am not so easily led or manipulated. I know you want me filling you up in a way he can't quite but you'll not get it until I'm ready and you've fucking well earned it. Do you understand?"

Her 'yes' came out as a breathy moan and I had to smile. There's something about a strong man with a thick cock that has me making those noises too, Jennifer.

"Do you agree?" He followed up. She tried to nod but he held her head firm.

"Yes." She said softly.

"Yes, what?" He growled.

"Yes sir. " She almost whispered.

He smiled. She smiled. And I slid my hand into my panties.

 

[Mei5ter]

"Sir."

Well, I'd only been expecting "Please," but this led to all sorts of interesting possibilities. I twisted my fingers a little tighter in Jennifer's hair, and could feel her body tense.

I could imagine her husband would love this - his pretty wife pushing him back, undoing his pants, lifting her dress, above her hips, pulling her panties to one side, and lowering her warm, wet, welcoming pussy onto his cock, letting him watch her as she rode him. My cock physically ached with temptation to let her do the same with me. But there is a reason why I have Danielle on a collar and leash when we fuck in this position. And besides...

"Sir, Jennifer, is what my wife calls me when she goes down on her knees for me to fuck her mouth. I think she might enjoy hearing you call me that too, while she's watching you take her place." I watched Jennifer's face, and saw a little smirk gloss her lips.

"And what does hubby call you when you fuck him?" I asked, twisting her hair tighter still. My free hand stroked its way down her back to lift her dress a little further, exposing her ass. Instinctively, I drew my hand back and delivered a crisp smack with my open palm, gentle enough to be playful, but firm enough for her to know I meant it.

Jennifer squeaked. "Princess!". Well, that was hardly a surprise. I smacked her ass twice more, a little harder. "Little...Princess!" Two more smacks. "Daddy's Little Princess!" I delivered several more smacks, firmer now and to each cheek in turn. She whimpered a little, but didn't complain or try to stop me. Interesting. Jennifer was clearly used to getting things her way, but didn't seem to mind a spanking, and I was increasingly sure I wasn't the first person to give her one. Did hubby do that? Very, very interesting. I smacked her ass again, hard, just above the top of her thigh. This time she I was rewarded with a satisfying squeal...

"And...and Princess JayJay when we play cheerleaders!" she blurted out. For the first time that evening, I saw her blush.

We?? I quickly banished the thought of her husband jiggling his pom-poms and gave Jennifer's ass a gentle caress to signal that spanks had finished for now. Our eyes met. We each knew that I was imagining fucking Jennifer in her cheerleader outfit. The blush faded and her smile reappeared. She knew full well the effect that image was having on me. Carefully, because my hand was still entwined in my hair, she slowly repositioned herself so that she was back astride me. Once again I felt her ass squirm against my stiff, aching cock, and this time I made no attempt to stop her. Her smile widened, and I released her hair. My hands reached up for the zip on the back of her dress, even as her fingers felt for the buttons on my shirt...

I realised that Jennifer was sitting astride me, grinding in my lap. Exactly what
I'd just told her I wouldn't permit her to do. Princesses have their ways, I thought, ruefully. I considered making her stop again, but she was teasing my chest with her nails as she slowly undid my shirt buttons, and it would have been a shame to stop her. Instead, as I slid the zip of her dress all the way down, I let my hands keep moving down her body to where her dress was pulled up at her waist. My fingertips slipped lower, tracing curves along her ass just below her panties, slowly tracing inwards towards her pussy...and then upwards to catch hold of the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Ten seconds later, that dress was abandoned on the floor, and Jennifer, now looking every inch the princess in matching black lace and satin bra and panties with lace top stockings, garter belt and those fabulous black heels, was grinding her pussy against my bulge. Harder and harder she rubbed against me, shamelessly letting me see how much she enjoyed the pressure and friction on her pussy, while the small, dark spot on her panties slowly grew with her excitement.

"I bet hubby loves this," I teased her.

"He loves this too," she breathed, and stretching out her fingers she dug her nails hard into my skin, looking into my face to see my reaction, before slowly raking them down my chest. For the first time, I thought I could hear a reaction from where Danielle was concealed in the closet. "Do you like a little scratch too, Sir?" she teased me, eyes wide with false innocence.

I met her gaze, and sat up, meeting the pressure of her nails against my chest. "Why don't you do that to my back while you take my shirt off?" I answered.

Jennifer leaned a little further forward, the smirk I was coming to recognise broadening into a wicked grin. Gentle fingertips coaxed my shirt over my arms and shoulders, before those sharp nails sank into me once again, this time digging hard into my shoulders. Making a mental note to spank Jennifer properly next time, I forced myself to keep my composure as her nails slowly, painfully ripped down my shoulder blades and across my back. Just as the pain warmed into a glow of ecstacy, I felt the sensation ease again, and now her fingers were gently removing my shirt. A second later it had joined her dress on the floor.

"Fuck..." I breathed. Jennifer smirked. I stood up.

"Scratch me like that with my cock in your mouth and see what happens, princess. You've marked me." It was true. Not that I minded, but I could feel the tell-tale warm trickle down my back where a nail had gone deep. "Now come over here..." I led her over to stand just in front of Danielle's closet. She would be able to see how Jennifer had marked me. "And then you're going down on your knees like a good girl, and you're going to take my pants off. The ones you've stained when you were rubbing your needy little pussy all over them. Yes, little princess?"

Jennifer obediently dropped to her knees, looking up at me through her eyelashes.

"Yes, sir," she answered. Her fingers reached upwards towards my belt as she stole a sneaky glance at the closet...

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Jealousy is a weird emotion, complicated and sticky like taffy. Some people can get it stuck in their teeth and never move past it and other people, like me, can work it over and over and find a sickly sweet delight in it until it just… disappears.


It was the suddenness of the jealousy which surprised me most. I had almost written off this bouncy, stereotypical sex kitten squeaking on the couch and talking about pompoms and then he let her scratch him. I felt the primal, possessive growl in my stomach. That was a known intimacy. There are acts some people will call vulgar and private and hide from public consumption so that only those mature enough to digest it can see. The irony is that these acts are common and require zero knowledge of the other person. But there are acts that you can do in broad daylight, on a bus, or at the zoo and no one would be shocked and yet, those acts would contain unknown depths of intimacy and run with currents of obscenity which would shock everyone in the vicinity. Those nails on his back was one of them.


My mind went a bit fuzzy for a moment and I missed what he said until I saw Jack walk over, in front of the closet door where I sat in the dark. Jennifer kneeled in front of him and he told her to take off his pants. I noted a smaller moment of jealousy at her lovely body, lithe and toned and dressed in expensive lingerie. I would work this small jab of jealousy over until it vanished.


“Yes sir.” She answered his command. I took a deep breath. This was suddenly feeling bigger and harder than I anticipated. I knew that I could knock three times and they would stop. She would gather her things and leave. We’d agreed. This kind of play needed all kinds of built in brakes and we all three had them but I wasn’t quite ready to give up. I noted the red dot on Jack’s back and vowed to add a few more later tonight.


Jennifer, suddenly quiet, slid her hands up his slacks and over the very noticeable bulge protruding there before hooking her fingers around his belt and beginning to tug it loose with short, sharp movements. She had gone from showy girl to needy woman in a matter of moments. I watched her face as the belt pulled free and fell to the floor. I saw her tongue dart across her pouty bottom lip as the zipper came down. I smiled as a look of pure greed washed over her face as his thick cock bounced free, hard and dripping for her. There she was. There was the girl who went home to her husband leaking another man’s cum.

Fuck pompoms.

 

[Mei5ter]

I felt the change as her lips parted to meet the head of my cock.

Princess JayJay, all big eyes and sex kitten seduction, had gone. I'd enjoyed the show, not least because I was sure it was the one she usually put on for her husband, and watching her do the same for me had been a slightly twisted thrill of its own. But this felt simpler and deeper: the primal desire of a woman who had made a man drip with lust for her, and who wanted to taste the hot, aching desire she had aroused in him. I had seen that look in Danielle's eyes too.

She shifted position on her knees a little, making herself comfortable. Her right hand reached up to my cock, and I felt her slim fingers wrap round the shaft just up from my balls. I could see that two of those perfect nails now had small, dark stains: my blood from where she had scratched me earlier. Could Danielle see that? What was she thinking, watching Jennifer kneeling in the place she usually claimed?

Jennifer's other hand reached round to my ass. No nails now, just steadying herself. Her lips parted. She leaned forward a little, and her right hand gently guided my cock towards her open mouth.

I felt her lips close around the head of my cock, soft and moist. Her tongue felt for the sensitive spot beneath the head and began to tease me with gentle flicks and licks, while her right hand began to slide slowly backwards and forwards along my shaft, gently stroking me into her mouth.

I took her face between my hands, fingers stroking her neck.

"Fuuuuuck..." I breathed.

Jennifer took this as an invitation to suck me a little deeper and faster, moving her hands to my balls and teasing them with her nails. My hands moved round to the back of Jennifer's head, fingers gently twisting in her hair. I shifted my stance a little so that Danielle would have the best possible view.

"Just making sure my wife can watch you," I said quietly. Jennifer opened her mouth wider, let go of my cock and balls, stuck out her tongue, and teased the tip of my cock with it, licking off the sweet stickiness.

"Hubby will taste me when you kiss him goodnight, you dirty little girl." I heard another noise from Danielle's closet.

"When I suck him like I'm sucking you?" murmured Jennifer. Her hand went back to my cock, stroking me as she talked. "When I tell him what a dirty little slut I've been, and how big and thick your cock was, and how I had to stretch to take you in my mouth, and how you smacked your cock against my face and used me like the cheapest, trashiest whore..." Jennifer evidently shared Danielle's weakness for dirty talk, but I could take the hint. Twisting the fingers of my left hand in her hair, hard enough to make her give a little squeal of pain, I put my right hand around hers as it gripped my shaft. Tilting her head up, I slowly, deliberately rubbed the slick head of my cock to trace the outline of her lips.

"Gloss your lips, you little slut," I growled. I twisted Jennifer's head round and slowly, deliberately rubbed the hot shaft of my aching cock against her face. "I want him to smell me on you. I want him to taste me on you." Jennifer moaned and pressed her face against my cock, rubbing against its hardness like a cat. Carefully, deliberately, I rubbed it over every inch of her, from chin to forehead, both breathing hard as I claimed her. It was instinct - pure, primal instinct, and defied logic or explanation, but I dimly sensed that I needed to do this for Danielle too. Jennifer smelled of me, and I belonged to Danielle. There was a connection now.

Straightening up a little, Jennifer guided my cock back into her mouth and began to suck me again, more urgently now. Her hand slid faster up and down my shaft, and I felt the nails of her other hand dig into my ass as she pulled me deeper into her. Her tongue swirled and teased me as she sucked and stroked me, coaxing me closer and closer to flooding her mouth. Fuck. The agreement was that I could fuck her mouth and pussy but...

Taking Jennifer's face between my hands again, I play-fucked her mouth, slowing things down as I made a big show of thrusting and pulling her onto me - largely for Danielle's benefit - while only pushing a couple of inches between her lips each time.

"Hubby says I can only cum on your tits," I reminded her. "If you keep sucking me like a greedy little whore, you're getting a mouth full."

Jennifer pulled me out of her mouth, and looked up at me. There was a wicked grin on her face and her eyes were bright. Her hand was back on my cock, the head inches from her face, as she wanked me faster and faster.

"Do you know why he says tits only?" she asked, eyes wide with mock innocence? "It's because he loves to suck your cum off my tits while he fucks me, and I tell him what a whore I've been, and how much cum you made for me, and how much better your big, thick cock felt in my aching, needy cunt..."

It was the moan from the closet which sent me over the edge, although Jennifer could feel the spasms in my cock too. Quickly, she stuffed me back in her mouth, lips slurping greedily as her hands grabbed my ass and she pulled me deep inside. This time, the face fuck was for real. I held her tight and used her mouth, forcing every inch inside her. I could feel her struggle at first, but she continued to suck and slurp while I called her a filthy, cock sucking whore and told her I'd smack her if she spilled a drop of my cum. And then her nails were deep in my ass, and her face was buried in the trimmed fur above my cock, and my fingers were pulling her hair, and my spasming cock was sending pulse after pulse of cum into Jennifer's mouth. Dimly, I could hear noises from Danielle's closet too...and then Jennifer had carefully eased me out of her mouth again. With feline grace, she slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and slipped them down, letting her tits fall free.

Turning a little further to face Danielle's closet, Jennifer opened her mouth and slowly, deliberately let a bubbly mess of cum and drool spill over her lips and drip onto her tits. My cock gave a last twitch and dripped a last dribble of cum on her cheek. Scooping it up with my finger, I fed the woman kneeling at me feet, as she slowly rubbed my cum and her spit into her tits.

There was a pause.

"I won't tell him if you don't?" said Jennifer.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Watching Jennifer’s small hand slide up the thick shaft of Jack’s thick, stiff cock made my pussy throb. The sudden pulse of heat made me bite my bottom lip to suppress a moan. She was the picture of eroticism, perky ass perched on her heels as she knelt before him. They both had their eyes locked on one another lost in the moment and when she reached around him to pull in into her mouth, I knew I was officially the watcher and not the audience.


I moved my right leg over the arm of the desk chair in the closet to give myself access and I pushed my hand into my soaked panties. I used to get embarrassed by how wet I got listening to my husband groan in another woman’s mouth. I have given up judging myself. My pussy was smooth and my lips were swollen. I slid two fingers in without hesitation and my hand was soaked in seconds. I knew I could cum in an instant, but I wasn’t ready, so I barely moved.


Listening to them talking, I smiled. Jack knew I was a particular fan of dirty talk. Not all girls could pull it off but when Jennifer began talking about sucking her husband. I nearly went over the edge. I almost wished he was sitting in the closet with me enjoying this sight, stroking himself. Maybe next time.


The rollercoaster of emotion is like a drug. I went from teetering on the edge or orgasm to gritting my teeth as Jack smeared his perfect cock all over Jennifer’s face, ruining her makeup but making her even more beautiful somehow. The submission was something with which I always struggled. Jack was dominant. It was his nature. He didn’t like labels and so we rarely used them but there was no woman he was with that wouldn’t just naturally want to nestle on her knees before him and obey. His authority was in his posture and voice, the smell of his pheromones. So just like I knew that he had no choice but to rub his leaking cock all over Jennifer’s face to send her back to her husband marked with him, I knew she didn’t have another thought in her head but to feel proud like she’d been anointed. I knew that feeling and craved it, to submit and to be marked. Which is why I couldn’t suppress a tiny groan from inside the closet.


The rollercoaster lifted me again though as Jack began fucking her mouth. Wet and sloppy, I could feel my mouth grow wet along with my cunt. My fingers circled my hard clit as my left hand pinched my nipples hard. Hearing him moan in surprise and loss of control as he filled her mouth sent me over the edge in an instant. I covered my mouth as I came hard. So hard that I felt like I floated away and it took me a long time to waft back down to my closet.


Jennifer made a delicious drooly show of his cum and I dimly wished that I could crawl out of the closet and lick her clean. Jack took several deep breaths and swayed on his feet. I love watching him after he’s cum. He always looks faintly surprised that it feels that good. He stroked her face and let her lick his fingers clean. What a good whore.


I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture through the crack in the doorway. Jennifer, on her knees, dribbles of cum all down her tits. Jack, still hard and twitching, stroking her face sweetly. Then I texted it to Jennifer’s husband with a “wish you were here!”. I grinned imagining his reaction.


Jack sat on the edge of the elegant bed and pulled Jennifer up to his lap.


“Mmm that was very good. Very good indeed. I will need a minute or two to recover. But I think…something to say thank you?” He opened his mouth and sucked the closest of her nipples into his mouth and his graceful fingers disappeared between her thighs.

 

[Mei5ter]

Danielle always teases me for needing a little while to get my focus back after I cum. As soon as my tongue gave Jennifer's nipple that first lick, I realised I was tasting the mess of cum and drool which Jennifer's husband was looking forward to cleaning up later.

I closed my eyes and began to love Jennifer's nipple, taking it between my lips and gently sucking it into my warm mouth, letting the tip of my tongue circle and tease. My hands reached up to her shoulders and I guided her down to lie with her back and hips on the bed. Without taking her nipple from my mouth, I curled up next to her. My right hand moved down, caressing the gentle curve of her tummy, until my fingertips met her garter belt. I stroked and teased my way along it from one hip to another, learning her body by touch, basking in the drowsy glow of my orgasm.

I could feel Danielle's eyes boring into the back of my head, even as Jennifer's fingers reached down to play with my hair. She pulled me a little closer, and I responded by sucking her nipple a little harder and deeper. A fingernail brushed the back of my neck. My right hand stroked lower, below her garter belt now, and I felt Jennifer shift position slightly to part her thighs a little in anticipation.

Dominance is not always obvious. When I had fucked Jennifer's face five minutes ago, it had been exactly that - a fuck - a hot, dirty, call-me-a-whore-and-use-my-mouth fuck. Jennifer would tell her hubby every filthy detail of how my cock felt as I forced it into her mouth. But as my fingers teased lower and brushed the lace of Jennifer's panties, I wondered whether she would tell him so much about this part of the evening. This was intimacy, not fucking. Jennifer's fingers were playing with my hair, and when her hand closed over mine to guide it inside her panties and press my fingers gently against her warm, full pussy lips, I knew that it was normally her husband's hair and hand that she touched this way. And this was true dominance: to be able to slide so effortlessly into someone's head that within an hour they instinctively treat you like their husband of 25 years. It is the hardest thing for Danielle to watch, because that intimacy carries a greater emotional charge than watching me fuck another woman. But we both know that those pangs can be the most exquisite pain.

My fingers eased inside Jennifer's panties, feeling my way downwards until I had two fingers on each of her pussy lips and a third resting gently between them. Her lips were warm and full with arousal, and as she moved her hips to press against me I could feel her wet and slick against my middle finger. Still kissing and teasing her nipple with my tongue, I began to explore Jennifer's pussy with my finger, feeling her muscles tense to meet me as the tip pushed half an inch inside her. More than the tip for you later, princess, I thought, but not yet. Back out, and my finger stroked gently up and down between her lips, nudging a little closer to her clit each time, before finally brushing it and making her shiver at my touch. Wetting my fingertip with her juices, I began to stroke her clit with slow circles. Looking up, I saw Jennifer's eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted.

"Good girl," I murmured, my lips brushing her nipples. "Good little whore. Tell me what you want." My finger began to work her clit a little harder and faster, and I could feel her pushing against my hand. Her fingers were in my hair as she guided my mouth back towards her hard nipple, and her nails traced deliciously over my scalp. "Is this how he does it?" I asked her, looking up at her through my lashes as my finger teased and rubbed her. "I think he uses his tongue, doesn't he? I think he goes down on his knees, and you put your hands on his head and push his mouth down onto your hot, wet, needy cunt." A moan from Jennifer, and I began to rub her faster still. "I think he slips one finger inside you, and then the other, and finger fucks your slutty, slippery cunt while his tongue licks your hard little clit. Would you like him to do that after I've fucked you, Jennifer? Would you like him to kneel down, and lick my cum out of his whore wife's used, dripping cunt, and cover his face with us? Are you thinking about how he'd look wearing our cum?"

A muffled noise from the closet reminded me that Danielle was thinking about that too.

"And what about my wife?" I continued, my finger slowly circling Jennifer's clit again. "Do you want to show her how hard you can cum for me? To take what's hers? To show her how shamefully wet you get being fingered and teased by her husband? Shall we show her? Let her watch? Let her watch you cum all over my fingers right in front of her face?" Another moan from Jennifer, and another indistinct sound from the closet.

I paused, thought, and straightened up. Taking Jennifer's hand, I helped her up off the bed and, slightly unsteadily guided, over towards Danielle's closet. Pulling one of the big tub chairs over with my free hand, I positioned it so it was just in front of the closet, facing her. I sat down, and patted my lap for Jennifer to join me, her back against my chest and her ass nestling in my lap. My left hand reached round to tease her nipple again, while my right slipped between her thighs.

"Much better," I murmured into Jennifer's ear, nibbling her earlobe. "Now she's got the perfect view. Open wide, like a good little whore. Let her see the wet, needy cunt I've been fingering." Jennifer squirmed in my lap, adjusting her position, and settled leaning back again me, her thighs over mine and spread wide over the side of the chair. I put my arms loosely around her waist, pulling her panties to one side with the fingers of my left hand - she'd put them on before fixing her garter belt, and now was not the moment to start fiddling with that - and with the fingers of my right I splayed her pussy lips sluttishly wide.

"Much better, princess," I whispered, loud enough for Danielle to hear. "Sitting in her husband's lap, his cock hard against your ass, while he's hold your wet cunt spread for her to see. You're so close to her, I bet she can smell you." My finger stole back between her lips and began to stroke her pussy again. "And now we're going to play a little game. I'm going to finger your cunt until you cum, right in front of my wife's face, and she's going to copy what we do while she watches. And when you cum all over my fingers, you can imagine her doing just the same while she watches you. So be a good whore, and show her how hard you can cum for her."

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

It’s like I’m two people sometimes. One is the wild, uncontrollably writhing vibration of pure emotion. The other is calmly observing and controlling the other with a wry smile. Those feral moments are always surprising and never when Calm Girl anticipates. Jack sucked Jennifer’s nipple into his mouth, his blue eyes closed and face focused. I almost growled out loud. I knew what that mouth felt like. I knew how my nipples tighten and harden in his mouth. I knew how electricity shot through my body while he sucked as much of my breast in his mouth as possible. I could cum just from that sensation. I could almost cum just thinking about it.

As I watched, I pulled and twisted my own hard, peach nipples, aching for a mouth instead. I cupped and held my breasts and scratched my nails gently along the sensitive flesh. As Jack slid his hands between Jennifer’s thighs, I mirrored his movements. Pulling my panties to the side, I traced a finger along my swollen mound. My cunt never failed to surprise me with how wet it got when I was well and truly turned on. Feeling the slippery wetness on my fingertips, I resisted pushing even the slightest bit inside. Instead enjoying this high of teetering need that I was perched on.

Jennifer’s gasps of pleasures were so primal and real that I pulled my fingers away and sat very still. The desire and want was so pure that it was intoxicating. I love the genuine sounds of other people’s sex. It’s such a turn on that a small moan escaped my lips before I controlled myself. I smiled as I saw Jack’s eyes flash towards the closet and I knew that he’d heard me. I blew him a kiss that he couldn’t see and sent the universe a silent thank you that Jennifer wasn’t an orgasm actress. Nothing was worse than a grown woman pretending to have a sex tantrum.

I heard them murmuring to each other and then Jack stood and dragged the hotel chair within four feet of me and pulled Jennifer onto his lap. He spread her legs and nibbled her ear. She looked gorgeous spread out on my husband like that and I couldn’t resist grabbing my phone and snapping a quick picture. Jennifer’s stockinged legs held wide by Jack’s naked thighs. His cock just visible under her ass. His right hand holding her dripping, pink pussy open and his left squeezing her nipples. His teeth on her ear. Her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. I sent the picture to her husband. It was read immediately.

“She’s going to copy what we do as she watches.” Oh dear, I’m not sure Jack knew how very close to cumming I was. But from the looks of Jennifer, she was too. They looked so delicious spread out like that, it made me want to crawl out of the closet and take them both into my mouth. Mmm maybe next time.

I spread my thighs wide and mirrored Jack’s fingers as they traced up and down Jennifer’s lips before pulling her lips apart and making her clit protrude. Her head laid back on his shoulder as he began to gentle circle the delicate pearl of flesh with one hand. I did this too. He pushed the thick middle finger of his other hand inside her and I could hear how wet she was. I did this too. He was gentle as he applied the right amount of pressure and friction. She moaned. I moaned. She grinded against his hand and I just couldn’t wait any longer. My hips jerked, my cunt clenched and I let out a loud growling moan. My pussy spasmed on my fingers and as I rode the crest of a truly glorious orgasm, I heard Jennifer cum too. I saw Jack smile as he fingered her and held her down to his lap. His fingers and thighs were shining wet.

Fuck, I thought.

Fuckkk, she moaned.

Fuck!!! the new text on my phone read.

 

[Mei5ter]

It's always the best moment. Her orgasm. Especially knowing Danielle is watching. But it's a unique feeling to have someone else's wife, whom I've known for less than an hour, sitting in my lap, still breathing hard, gradually relaxing against me as her orgasm subsides, happy and content. Fucking is easy, and fucking is fine. It's the intimacy that makes this so special.

I put my arms around Jennifer's waist, still keeping gentle pressure from my fingertip on her clit as I held her against me. She laid her head back against my shoulder, her hair tickling my neck.

I wondered how Danielle would feel at this point. I'd been listening during Jennifer's orgasm, and was pretty sure that the sounds from the closet meant my wife had cum too. Normally, she'd be the one I now held after her climax. How did it feel now to watch me with my arms around someone else's wife? Did it feel like looking at a blonde version of herself? I doubted it somehow, and smiled to myself. If this were Danielle in my lap, I'd have bitten her when she came, and watched her orgasm flow through her tears. However much of our intimacy Danielle was willing to share with Jennifer, there would always be some things that remained hers alone. Smiling, I remembered the sensation of my teeth sinking into Danielle's neck, and the way her muscles tensed and relaxed and tensed again...

Jennifer wriggled back against me again. I was suddenly acutely aware of two sensations: a patch of dampness on my thighs from where her wet cunt had been squirming in my lap, and the realisation that rubbing against her soft ass had made my cock hard once more.

I turned my head a little so my lips brushed Jennifer's ear. The urge to move a little lower and bite her neck goaded me like a mosquito bite.

"You made a mess, you naughty girl," I whispered. "I think you should get on your knees and clean that up with your tongue." I half wondered whether her husband fantasised about something similar. I was absolutely certain that Danielle would, given the chance, crawl out from her closet and clean both Jennifer and me in situ. I was far less sure whether Jennifer herself would instinctively want to rouse herself from her warm, post-orgasmic glow in order to get on her knees for me. But...

"My wife is watching you," I murmured, too quietly for Danielle to hear. "She's wishing she could lick your mess off me. Just like your husband wants to suck my cum off your tits. But if you feel that princesses take what they want and don't have to share...why don't you make sure she can see you in her place, while she's just the thickness of that closet door away? Licking what she wants to taste...touching what's hers..."

I love having a girl sitting in my lap. You can feel her in a way that no other position quite matches. I knew Jennifer was going to stand up even before I saw her move. The muscles in her thighs pulled a little in anticipation, and I could feel the slight tension against mine. Her ass tensed a little too, and I released my arms to allow her to stand. With a final, completely deliberate squirm and grind of her ass against my stiff cock, as she held the chair and eased herself into a standing position. I saw her cast a stealthy glance at Danielle's closet again, before she eased herself down into a kneeling position between my thighs, her body angled slightly. I grinned as I realised she was positioning herself to give Danielle the best possible view. Resting her head against my thigh, angled so that she could look across towards the closet, I felt her hair brush my skin before the tip of a warm tongue began to make slow flicks and circles at the top of my thigh where she had previously been sitting, slowly licking her own pussy juice from my skin. Instinctively, I reached my hand down to stroke her hair, just as I caught a sudden flash and sparkle of movement as her wedding band suddenly caught the light. A second later, that little hand of hers was wrapped again around the base of my cock, slowly stroking me, giving Danielle the perfect view.

I relaxed back in the chair. A hand job from someone else's wife would be a very pleasant way to finish the evening. But I had other ideas...

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Having an orgasm while trying to remain silent is hard and wonderful. It's the only time I've ever thought I might have a heart attack. The build of energy, exhilaration and pleasure needs a release and using it's through my mouth, my moans and yelp of delight. When I hold it all in, it takes so much longer to dissipate and I just stay humming with energy. I'm not complaining at all but as I relaxed back into my chair, it took me a few long moments to catch my breath, slow my heart and refocus on what was happening beyond the closet door.

Jennifer was on her elegant knees between Jack's thigh lapping up the evidence of her orgasm. While she licked, I took a long moment to admire Jack. His long frame and relaxed posture; his kind face which was regarding Jennifer with approval; his thick cock which had single bead of precum sliding down it's shaft. I licked my lips and wants that precum in my mouth. It looked like an oasis in a desert.

Jennifer slowly stroked his cock and wiggled her ample bottom around to give me a good view. She lowered her mouth down on him again, wrapping her lips around the head and my bead of precum. My phone lit up with a text from Jennifer's husband. "God, she looks so beautiful in that picture. I can't wait for her to climb on top of me and ride me knowing where she just was." I waited to see if he would attach a photo of what exactly she would be riding like most men would but no photo came. Hmm, good boy, Jennifer's Husband.

Jennifer's head was now bobbing up and down on my husband's cock while she used both of her hands to stroke his shaft. She was getting down to business slurping and sucking and I could tell it was working by the way Jack slid down in the chair, pushing more cock into her mouth. He'd cum not that long ago so it would take him awhile to cum again but I knew she needed to return to her hotel room with tits covered in cum. I smiled as I thought of a small way in which I could help. They couldn't see me but... no one said they couldn't hear me.

I grabbed my vibrator and turned it onto the loudest setting. A loud brrrrr brrrrr brrrrr filled the air and I let out a long, low moan as I nestled the rounded head of the wand against my clit. I saw Jack's head jerk slightly towards me and Jennifer's lips smile around the cock in her mouth. "Mmm yes" I whispered from the closet. "Suck my husband's cock like the good little slut you are. I want to see him splatter you in his cum."

 

[Mei5ter]

I smiled to myself as I heard the sudden, insistent buzz of Danielle’s vibrator and the suspiciously loud moan which accompanied it. That had to be deliberate. Jennifer didn’t change her rhythm or pace as she sucked my stiffening cock into her mouth, but I could feel the muscles in her neck tense slightly. She was listening too.

Had Danielle turned up the volume for my benefit, or so Jennifer could hear, or was it just that having stifled her orgasms until now she’d decided she needed to let herself go for the next? Strictly speaking, I thought, twisting my fingers thoughtfully in Jennifer’s hair and stroking her neck while she loved me with her mouth, the arrangement had been that Danielle would be out of sight throughout and wouldn’t participate. Did being loud enough for Jennifer to hear count as participating? On balance, I felt it probably deserved a spanking in any case, but that could wait until the two of us were alone and Jennifer was back with her husband. Meanwhile…

I looked down thoughtfully at Jennifer, watching her head move up and down as her fingers stroked my shaft. Contrary to what some less sophisticated pornography may imply, and definitely contrary to what many men will claim, I’m not able to get completely hard again sixty seconds after an orgasm, and especially not as completely draining a climax as mine had been just a few minutes earlier. A man can tell when a woman is sucking him for her own pleasure as well as for his, and I could tell that Jennifer was taking pride in being able to coax a cock back to full hardness after having drained it so fully just a few minutes ago. Once again, the thought struck me that the oral skills she’d perfected on her husband were now being used to please me instead. Once again, I felt the thrill of having another man’s wife kneeling obediently at my feet, my cum drying on her tits as she sucked me as professionally as any whore…and suddenly realised that I was now totally, achingly hard once again.

The steady buzzing of Danielle’s toy was becoming more and more insistent. A wicked thought struck me. I grinned. I wasn’t sure whether Danielle could see, but it was a grin she would have known all too well. Now, what was it Jennifer had said about cheerleaders?

“That’s it, Princess Jay Jay,” I drawled, stroking Jennifer’s hair I saw her eyes widen in surprise as I used her husband’s pet name for her, and she stopped sucking me for a moment. “Good girl…” I heard a muffled something from where Danielle was watching and my grin spread a little wider. “Hubby’s not the only one who likes a little cheerleader role play,” I told her. This was true, although it wasn’t one Danielle and I normally went for. “And I’m not going to lie…ever since you mentioned it, I’ve been imagining you in that cute little outfit playing Princess Jay Jay with my cock in your mouth. We don’t have the outfit, but what we do have is the sound of my wife’s vibrator set on full power as she buzzes her clit watching her husband and Princess Jay Jay play naughty cheerleaders together. So why don’t you show off just how cute and dirty Princess Jay Jay can be, and listen to my wife cum while she watches you?”

I had banked on Jennifer being unable to resist showing off to Danielle, and as Jennifer slowly pulled my cock from her mouth, stroking me slowly with her little fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, I saw her smirk up at me. The smirk moulded itself into an extremely practiced pout, and her eyes widened in an equally practiced expression of perfectly false innocence. I felt her grip on my cock change subtly.

“Well…” said Jennifer, and even her voice was now at a slightly higher pitch, “He plays my coach, and I have to be a good girl for him so I make the squad? So he gets Princess Jay Jay’s special kisses and special rubs, and makes a big mess for me, and I get to be a cheerleader? Is that what you’d like too…?” Still looking up at me through her lashes, her fingers slid slowly up and down my now achingly hard cock.

“That sounds perfect,” I lied. It was a shame her husband didn’t like something more in line with my own tastes. Personally, I’d have much preferred to have Princess Jay Jay over my lap, but that was a secondary consideration for what I had in mind. Danielle, who knew me infinitely better than Jennifer did, would understand *exactly* what I was doing. Typical Dom behaviour, she would call it, knowing perfectly well that while I always fought shy of that title, I’d end up admitting that she was right.

“Well, Princess Jay Jay,” I continued, “Coach is away this week, but as your Principal I feel strongly that I have a special duty of care to our cheerleaders, and I will put you through your paces today. So why don’t you be a good girl for me and show me all those special moves Coach has taught you?”

“Of course, Sir,” purred Jennifer, the smirk replacing the pout once again, as my personal cheerleader began to stroke my cock with slow, graceful, easy strokes.

Three feet away from us, my wife’s vibrator buzzed ever more insistently as she watched me not only take another man’s wife for my own pleasure, but also twist a couple’s most personal fantasies for my own enjoyment.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

I smiled from the closet, knowing exactly what my husband was doing. He was stacking kink and I gave him an unseen nod of respect. He liked grown women playing in schoolgirl skirts. He knew how vulnerable it made them feel and seeing the instant struggle of woman remember a long gone innocence while trying to suppress her inner slut. He also liked imprinting himself into the fantasy of someone else. I found this quite hot too. Now, every time Jennifer shook her pompoms for Coach Hubby, she would remember how Principal Jack invaded her mouth.

She stroked his cock with loving attention but I could tell, though he was hard, he needed more than a few moments to reach climax again. Selfishly, I hoped he'd given her all the cum she would have. It's amazing how territorial things like that feel sometimes. After a few moments, he stopped her and lifted her chin. "I think we need a closer inspection of the head cheerleader, don't you Jennifer?" She nodded, as he lifted her from the floor and walked her closer to the bed.

Jack then slowly and methodically removed every remaining stitch of clothing from Jennifer. The stockings, the ruined panties, the whorish heels. She stood stripped of all protective sexuality and stood in her skin and looked so sweet and beautiful in her bare feet. I turned off my vibrator stunned by the transformation. Men think of armor as steel and leather to protect their bodies. But often, woman use lace and satin to protect our hearts and egos. Naked from all of it, Jennifer was now just a woman with a girlish face and a body made to desire. Jack appraised her, brushing the hair from her face. He spun her around and let his fingers trace the slight marks that the panties had left on her hips before reaching back and landing a hard smack on her right ass cheek. She yelped in surprise as much as from the sting as he spun her around again.

"Now now, you certainly make a fine head cheerleader, Princess. I can see why the team plays extra hard when you're bouncing and yelling for them." His fingers circled each breast and his thumbs traced over the nipples softly. Just as Jennifer relaxed into the caress, Jack flick each nipple quickly causing a wince. From the closet, I mimicked the motion enjoying the sharp detours from sweet to searing. "But I wonder have you been doing anything else to inspire the team, Jennifer? Hmm? What about that naughty Coach? Lie back, be a good girl, and let me see."

He laid her back on the bed, running his hands all over her. Tits, tummy, hips, thighs. His hands slid between her knees and parted them. Pushing her legs, wide apart, he crouched between her legs with a soft murmur, I couldn't make out. His fingers traced from her navel down along her cleft and the bare outline of her slit, which I could see from here was plump and glistening. Jack parted her open, spread her like a flower and admired the pink, pearlescent folds of her cunt. I was transfixed. I heard him murmur about how tight good little girls should be as he slid his long elegant middle finger deep inside her. She sighed and arched her back slightly and pulled her feet up onto the bed offering herself to him.

"What about two? Do you think we could squeeze in a second one? You don't know? Well lets try? He pulled out one and reinserted two. She made a moaning, playful wince of an "ouchie" but I knew she loved it. He curled two fingers inside her, rubbing gently, circling her g-spot. (Not pounding away like a Neanderthal. My man, I swooned, so proud.) His head dipped down and his tongue darted out to lap at her clit. Gently, for now, tasting her. She whimpered deliciously. He turned his head to kiss her thigh and for a moment his eyes penetrated the dark crack of the closet door where I sat watching. I stared back and I knew we were having the same thought. Soon it would be me, thighs spread, whimpering, dripping, writhing. I smiled again, touched that I had crossed his mind when a lovely, sweet cunt was laid before him. Love is a fucked up and powerful thing and I was addicted to it. I would need my fix soon.

Jack dipped his head back to his work.

 

[Mei5ter]

So many thoughts. Such a tight balance.

Jennifer, naked, pretty, exposed and vulnerable. The sex kitten who her husband had seen leave to fuck a stranger, all perfect hair and heels and lingerie, was now lying naked on my bed, wearing nothing but my cum on her tits. The exhibitionist who had knelt three feet from my wife while I fucked her face was lying on her back with her eyes half closed, my finger and tongue teasing her wet pussy. . This was where our worlds met. The murmured dirty talk came from what Jennifer and her husband liked - she had instinctively adopted a breathy, girly tone which grated on me a little but which in her mind was clearly how Princess JayJay talked to her coach. But my finger and tongue were playing with Princess JayJay just as if she were Danielle. If Jennifer was enjoying being licked and teased, it was because I had spent so many happy hours with my face and fingers between my wife's thighs, exploring and experimenting, learning just how firmly and how fast to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, how long to keep that motion before pausing to lick slowly up and down that warm, wet, delicious slit, when to push the second finger inside her warm, tight cunt, and when to use just the one, curled back round to tease her G spot.

And Jennifer knew that. We both did. In this moment, we were glimpsing how it felt to be each other's husband and wife, sharing intimacies built over years with someone we'd barely met.

The same, and yet different. Jennifer's pussy felt a little different as I pushed first one and then two fingers inside her, tasted a little different, reacted differently to my tongue and touch. She liked her clit teased firmer and faster than Danielle, and I soon switched from tongue to fingers, resting my head against her inner thigh, feeling her muscles tense a little against my cheek as I pushed those two fingers deeper inside, hearing that soft, wet sound every time they entered her. "Is this how Coach touches you?" I kept asking her. "Does he finger your tight cheerleader pussy like me? Does he tell you you'll be captain of the squad if you're a good girl for him? What would Coach say if he knew I had my fingers stuffed deep inside your wet cunt? What would Coach think if he knew you had my cum all over your tits, and that you'd cum on my face? What would Coach think if he knew I'd pushed you on your back and fucked his slutty cheerleader's tight, wet cunt?"

And this was where I found the limits of our sudden intimacy. The cheerleader dynamic was clearly a favourite between Jennifer and her husband. I could enjoy pressing those buttons, and in that moment, as I closed my eyes and let myself focus on how Jennifer's pussy felt and responded to my touch, breathing in her scent. I could imagine her dressed for the role, the fabric of her thin, short cheerleader skirt gently brushing the back of my head as I licked and stroked between her thighs. But I would never know what it was about this roleplay that she enjoyed so much: if it was just the look of the outfit, or if she had once been a real cheerleader herself, or if there was a naughtier, more complex thrill of a grown woman playing at being a teenager, or whether it was simply something she had come to love for the effect it had on her husband. I could enjoy talking dirty cheerleader talk to Princess JayJay, and as her responses changed from breathy, role play moans of "Oh, Principal Jack..." to wordless whimpers and moans of pleasure as her thigh muscles began to tense and her cunt began to clench around my fingers. I could follow her physical cues and accompany that with some sexy talk. I would send Jennifer back to her husband covered in my cum, and with her pussy still hot and wet from her orgasm. I knew that their special shared fantasy was Coach and Princess JayJay, Slutty Cheerleader - an intimacy which I knew, but which I doubted even their closest friends would have guessed - and Jennifer had played that for me. But while I knew, I did not and could not understand, and only saw their connection in a glass darkly. What she and I had shared was special, but made her no more mine, and no less his.

I felt Danielle's eyes bore into the back of my head. She knew, too. And even as Jennifer let out a long, soft moan of pleasure as she arched her back, thigh muscles shivering with pleasure as she came hard on my fingers and mouth, I felt the bittersweet ache that comes from sharing and being shared. Lots of men dream about having a wife who wants to watch him fuck other women. Only the very few who successfully navigate these waters learn the paradox: if your relationship is good enough that it can withstand sharing, chances are you won't want to fuck anyone else but your wife.

I pressed my face into Jennifer's hot wet cunt, smearing her scent over my lips and cheeks.

That's for you, Danielle, I thought. You deserve it.

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

What I wouldn’t give to see into my husband’s head sometimes. Just to study the tides of his thoughts and feelings at a time like this. Knowing him as I do, I had an educated guess. The excitement of the build up had led to enthusiastic displays of lust and longing, then naturally given way to the powerful rush of dominant brain but now kneeling between Jennifer’s legs coaxing an orgasm from her with his tongue and fingers, he looked momentarily melancholy. I caught it for just a moment as his eyes flashed towards the closet concealing me. He looked quite solitary and I thought maybe he’d enjoy it more if I got to assist next time.

I realized that I too had that longing feeling. Toys abandoned and fingers now simply caressing my smooth mound tenderly. Now that the heat and scandal had gone out of it, I simply wanted my husband back. I admired this lythe frame posed between her thighs. Strong calves, smooth back with a smattering of freckles, a double handful of ass that I loved to sink my nails into, a disheveled mop of tawny hair streaked with silver. Mine. I want to kneel next to him right then and kiss her cum off his lips and have him join me in making this girl cum again. Together.

As Jennifer relaxed from her orgasm into a satisfied puddle of a girl on the bed, Jack lifted and sat next to her on the bed, placed his hand on her thigh and smiled. The hand on her thigh now lacked the possessive lust of a man’s hand on flesh and now seemed friendly and helpful. She sat up next to him and they exchanged a few words and then she leaned in for a long tender hug. I smiled as they sat that way for a long moment. The feeling that play had ended and equals were realigning as two people who completely understood who they were and what they were able to give each other had changed the atmosphere of the room in an instant.

Jennifer started collecting her clothes and getting dressed. She shimmied in her black dress and just tucked her lacy things into her purse, with the exception of her panties. Jack asked if he might hold on to them and she smiled and nodded. Once she was made “decent” Jennifer still looked like a whore who’d had a long night - hair tousled, makeup slightly smeared, dribbles of cum down her chin and on her tits, and the distinct smell of sex. I hoped her husband would love it.

“Well I hope hubby enjoys the mess we’ve made for him to clean up.” Jack draped his arm around her waist to walk her out of the hotel room.

“Oh, I’m sure he will. He’s been very good and patient but I think it’s his turn.” Jennifer giggled and as she walked past the closet door, she paused and looked into the darkness beyond. At me. And she gently touched her hand to her heart with a sweet smile and mouthed the words “thank you”. It was a moment of such sweet sincerity that I vowed to send her flowers and a card next week.

I never know how it will feel when it’s just us again. The first time it was all passion and heat, fire and lust. The next time it was totally silent and tender. Sometimes there is the laughter of two friends who can’t wait to talk and other times it is angry and rough. But this time, as I heard the door click shut and the quiet shuffle of his feet. I knew exactly what I needed. Naked and pretenseless, he came to the door and finally opened it wide. I sprung out the chair and into his arms. He smelled of whiskey and sex and clean sweat and I loved it.

I looked up into his eyes which were searching mine and all I could say was “You are a wonder.”

 

[Mei5ter]

And while I am hardly ever lost for words, there was nothing I could say to that. I just held my wife tight against me as she sat in my lap, just as I had done countless hundreds of times before. The softness of her thighs against my lap soothed my with its familiarity. Familiarity...but now it was also different. Different from the thighs of the woman who had been naked in my lap just fifteen minutes before. I held Danielle tighter still, remembering how I instinctively angled my elbows slightly downwards to go around her waist. My wife liked to snuggle. Jennifer had sat a little straighter and higher. I drank in the soothing familiarity of holding Danielle, refreshing myself with it.

I nuzzled Danielle's hair, kissing her ear, and told her that I loved her. When I nuzzled her there again a minute later, a hint of Jennifer's scent had rubbed off my cheek and onto her hair. My cock twitched. That smelled and tasted of Jennifer too, even as its head stiffened against the softness of my wife's ass.

When it's just us again, there is always a period where we are neither one thing nor the other. For the past hour, Danielle was watching the best, most intense, tailor-made erotica she could ever desire, performed for her by the man she loved. Now, that had changed, and the man who had fucked the sexy blonde girl's mouth was back to being her husband and partner again. Except there was still a sexy girl sitting in that man's lap, although this time she was a curvy brunette wearing emerald green lingerie which I had bought for her. I can fuck another woman while my wife watches and masturbates, and I have no shame in enjoying the woman I am privileged to fuck, but my intimacy needs its own refractory period. I cannot simply go from focusing on licking Jennifer's cunt, to feeling every twitch of her thigh muscles, her stiffening clit and the gradual change in her taste as her fresh juices mix with my saliva...and flick a switch and immediately be Danielle's husband again. The transition is different each time, and is so full of paradoxes that I have even given up overthinking it. All I can do is embrace them.

And so, right now, my wife's hair smells of the girl's cunt I've just licked, while I'm telling her how much I love her, and all the time my cock is brushing the satin of my wife's lingerie while it is still hard from where another woman has been stroking and sucking it. Processing that is beyond me. All I know is that there is nothing else like it, and I am the luckiest man in the world to have experienced it.

"Your hair smells of Jennifer", I murmured. "Am I very bad for wanting to fuck you while you smell of her? She made a mess all over my face. Kiss me, and smell of her too?"

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Standing just outside the closet, his arms low around my waist, hands resting easily on the curve of my ass and mine arms on his shoulders, we kissed like long parted lovers. Could I smell her all over him? Yes. There was one remaining smear of lipstick on the curve of his jawline. I'd leave it there as a memento for now. My hands ran possessively up the smooth curve of his shoulder and neck to hold his face. I stared into the deep pools of his eyes for what felt like hours. It sounds overly romantic maybe, but that wasn't it. Sometimes, someone whom you love and know as deeply as you know yourself, something their eyes will tell you things their words haven't been able to express yet. So, while there are times, I want to push him back on the bed and dig my nails into his chest while he recounts every filthy detail and there are times I crawl out scared and needy because of the passion, I'd just witnessed, this time I knew what he needed. Just me.

I guided him backwards gently to the edge of the bed where he sat and I crawled in his lap. His hands rhythmically ran up and down my back in a self soothing pattern and I kissed him. I kissed his mouth and tasted Jennifer - I didn't want to kiss her away but press her deeply between us. I kissed his cheeks and his eyes, the top of his ears and the top of his head. I kissed his neck and shoulders and chest. I anointed him with the blessings of my lips and worshipped him in this way. There are times I wanted to lick his cock clean of another woman but something about their self control, the boundary of being inside her made me want to give him that withheld thing. I stood up and while he watched peel off the deep green panties - over my ass, down my thick thighs, pooling around my ankles. His eyes watched every motion.

I crawled into the middle of the bed and crooked my finger for him. It was such a silly, overtly sexy motion that he chucked and crawled to me. Briefly pausing to kiss my thigh, my tummy, the freckles on my chest before his mouth met mine, we kissed again slowly at first but growing more hungry. His knees pushed my thighs open and I could feel the weight of his hard cock pressing against me. He leaned back on his heels and position the head of his cock, already hard again, between my lips.

"Jesus" he said breathlessly, "look how fucking wet you are." And with that he slid home inside me. So fast and deep, I gasped. He stayed that way for a moment buried inside me, his cock still smelling of some else's wife.

 

[Mei5ter]

And somehow that wetness transformed the ambiguities into certainties. The emotional complexity of what Danielle and I had just shared would be something we could enjoy talking about and happily overthinking together for months to come, and processing and understanding would be an added slow burn of pleasure. But right now? My cock was hard with an ache that was so intense as to be almost uncomfortable. And Danielle's tight cunt was flushed and soaked, not merely with enjoyment of what had happened, but with desire and need for what was coming. There was no need for "Are you okay?" when our bodies spoke for us.

In fantasy, every man enters his partner effortlessly and perfectly the first time. In reality, when he is thicker than some and she is tighter than many, it takes a little more care and practice before your stars align. Tonight, however, Jennifer had made those fantasies come true. I was hard and slick from her juices, and Danielle was slippery and hot from watching her, and our eyes met as I sank deep inside her. Her desire and arousal enveloped me. My hands reached up to grip her wrists and hold them a little above her head as I slowly thrust in and out of her. I usually end up holding Danielle down when I fuck her on her back - the primal instinct to pin her down and force her has died shamefully hard in me. But this was a need, born of a need to reclaim what is mine, and also to hold her safe.

I leaned carefully down to kiss her, looking into her eyes, wide with desire and need, but also glowing with love. Slowly, languidly, I fucked her deeply and steadily, letting myself enjoy the feeling of sliding every inch of my shaft inside her. I pulled back with every thrust so that just the head was still inside her, and then pushed the full length back in, shifting my hips to rub every inch of me against every inch of her. I needed to feel her. All of her.

I kept kissing her.

I told her I loved her.

I told her that she needed to cum for me.

I released her right wrist, held her finger in my hand, and carefully guided it down to her clit, raising myself up so that she could reach underneath me...

 

[PrettyLilPussy19]

Overcome. No matter how often we do this, no matter the scenario or the lovely woman who shared herself with us, no matter how prepared and excited I am, no matter the pangs of jealousy, no matter my primal desire or his, there is always a moment where I am I overcome with the momentousness of us. In this moment, where my hand is held firm between his hips and my clit, where I can feel him re-rooting himself inside me, I am overcome and I let out a sob that is also a laugh and I smile as tears trickle down the sides of my face. We are transcendent. And finally, when he pushes his thick cock womb-deep in me at the same time he kisses my mouth, I cum like an earthquake. My thighs quiver as they lock around his hip, the spasming shakes roll through me one after another and I am silent in paroxysms of pleasure.

As I crested my wave and slowly floated back to earth I felt him still inside me waiting and his lips on my neck. I held his face and pulled him up to look at me. He was smiling with watery eyes. I kissed and rolled with his body. I was too wet for him to stay inside and I felt the absence of him as his cock slid wetly out. Once I was on top of him, knees on either side of his hips, I leaned back and watched his face as he watched me wrap my hand around his cock slippery with my cum and nestled back inside me. Every inch disappearing one by one. I was in no hurry and took my time slowly grinding up and down, taking in every sensation. His hands stroked my thighs and he just looked at me taking me. In any other instance, I'd hate this much focused attention but right now I craved it like air.

Look at me, I thought. Love me. Please me. You are mine and I am yours and this moment of union is what closets were made for.