She sat down and waited for Billy to kneel between her legs. Then he knocked back his drink and pushed his tongue between her labia, pressing the flat of it against her clit. She felt the hotness of the alcohol and moaned.
Sara laughed. “Great, eh? Right, my turn. Jim, kneel down here.” She sat on the table next to Sophie and passed him his glass.
Jim downed the drink. It made him cough and his eyes watered. Eventually he pushed his tongue between Sara’s legs.
She pushed him away, laughing. “Too long between drinking and licking. Sophie can do me next.”
Sophie then performed on Billy. In the next round Sophie performed on Sara and Billy, but for the final round Jim managed to drink and lick Sara without coughing in between.
Sara smiled at the three of them. “Okay, let’s go to bed. I can see the men are getting hard enough to fuck us again.”
The four of them headed upstairs to the master bedroom. Sara made Sophie lie in the middle of the bed. Still wearing the body-stocking, she positioned herself above her, easing Sophie’s legs apart with her knees.
Sara looked at the men. “You two can watch for a few minutes. When you join us I want one of you to kneel between our legs and fuck us both. Just push it in Sophie for a minute or so then do me. Use us both and come wherever you like. The other has to kneel by our heads, and do the same to our mouths. Take turns, take your time, and if you want to swap places, that’s fine.”
Sophie pushed her groin up against Sara’s, the feel of the mesh sexy. The idea of what Sara had instructed the men to do turned her on. She looked at the men. “Like she says, use us. Consider us as four hot, wet holes waiting to be poked.”
Sara nodded. “But you’re not allowed to join us until I’ve fucked her and made her come.”
“Ooh, now there’s a challenge.” Sophie pinched Sara’s nipple. “I bet I can make you come first.”
Sara started to pump and grind her mound against Sophie’s, who in turn writhed and bucked beneath. Hands caressed breasts, nipples, backsides. Sophie pushed her tongue into Sara’s mouth, and felt her friend bite it. Reaching down, Sophie forced two fingers into Sara’s sex and was rewarded with a long groan. She didn’t relent, using her other hand to pinch a nipple.
“You… fucking… bitch!” Sara was shaking and laughing as she came.
Sophie pulled her close, rubbing her crotch against Sara’s. The friction she got from the body-stocking helped bring her off, and she came only a matter of seconds later.
The men joined them on the bed. Sophie didn’t bother opening her eyes to see whose cock was pushed into her mouth. It didn’t matter, and immediately she felt another cock slip into her sex. She groaned and kept her eyes closed, enjoying all the sensations. Sara’s body, soft and a little scratchy in the stocking, was pressed close. The cock left her mouth, but the other continued to fuck her. Then that one was withdrawn and the first one pushed back into her mouth. This went on for several minutes, and Sophie heard Sara mumbling and groaning. She was coming again.
After a few more minutes the cock fucking her pulsed and she heard Billy let out a grunt. He’d been the one fucking her, and he’d just come inside. She heard panting and opened her eyes. Sara had Jim’s cock deep in her mouth and she was gulping, swallowing.
Sophie had a strange feeling. She remembered their night with Joel, where Jim had been in the same situation she now found herself in. He’d been lying on top of Sophie when Joel had come in her mouth, and it’d turned him on—a lot. Now the roles were reversed, and she couldn’t decide how she felt about it.
They all climbed under the quilt and settled down, the women in the middle with Billy next to Sophie and Jim next to Sara. They all dozed.
When Sophie woke it was just getting light outside and the bed was rocking slowly. Billy’s hand was on her tummy, but Sara was no longer next to her. She turned her head and watched as Sara rode Jim quietly. They were kissing tenderly. She could have joined them, but decided not to.
Something had changed within the dynamic of her relationship with Jim, and she wasn’t sure if that change was down to her or him. On every other occasion when she and Jim had shared a bed with anyone else, Jim’s focus had always been on her. He’d freely admitted how much pleasure he’d got from watching her have sex with Joel. It’d been the same when they’d first shared a bed with Sara and Billy. Jim said the highlight for him was watching her with Billy.
And yet tonight had been different. When she’d put on her show with Billy’s blowjob earlier, Jim hadn’t bothered to watch. He’d licked Sara, then fucked Sara, and had even come in Sara’s mouth when they’d all come to bed. And now, in the middle of the night while their spouses slept, they were fucking each other again.
When Sara started to moan, Sophie closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She listened to Sara’s stifled cries and his heavy breathing and final exhale. Sophie felt her roll off and lie back next to her, her body warm and damp and soft, satiated and fulfilled.
Sophie lay awake and listened to Sara and Jim’s breathing become regular as they fell back to sleep.
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Chapter Nine
Jim woke alone in bed with Sara. He looked round but there was no sign of Sophie or Billy, so he lay still for a few seconds and listened for any sounds. The alarm clock on the dresser showed it was a little after eight, but Jim was still incredibly tired. Sophie and Billy’s absence suggested they were probably having sex somewhere else in the house. It would be more in keeping with Jim’s voyeuristic tendencies to go find them and watch his wife being pleasured, but instead he stayed in bed. Another reason could have been that he’d get more pleasure if he were to wake Sara and have sex with her, but he didn’t really want to do that, either. He’d come three times last night—twice inside Sara and once in her mouth—and he didn’t feel the need to come again.
At that moment, he heard Sophie’s moans from somewhere downstairs. Evidently Billy wasn’t quite as tired. Sara stirred beside Jim.
She slid closer and rested her head on his chest. “Sounds like your wife’s fucking my husband again.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s a fucking slut.”
Jim chuckled. “She tells me you taught her all she knows.”
“Hmm. Well, I’m a fucking slut, too.”
They listened as Billy grunted his own finale.
“Sounds like your husband’s coming in my wife.” Jim was surprised how little effect the action going on downstairs was having on him.
“He’s a fucking slut as well. But he does enjoy coming, and I seem to remember him enjoying himself more than once last night.”
Sara ran a hand down his stomach and gripped his cock. “Would you like to get revenge on the sluts downstairs?”
Jim frowned. “No, I think I’d prefer a cup of coffee.”
“Suit yourself.” Sara got out of bed and walked into the en-suite without looking back, leaving Jim to wonder if he should have at least tried to fuck her again.
He got out of bed and found his overnight bag on the landing, where he could hear Sophie and Billy chatting quietly in the living room. He took clean boxers and his wash-bag into the family bathroom and brushed his teeth. He saw a pile of clean towels on a set of shelves and decided to take a shower. Returning to the bedroom a few minutes later, he saw Sara already dressed in a short denim skirt and white vest top with no bra. She looked good and she frowned when she saw him ogling her body.
“It’s too late now.”
Jim laughed. “You wore me out last night.”
“Yeah, I tend to do that. Maybe I should take a leaf out of Sophie’s book and have men two at a time.” She headed downstairs without another word.
Jim pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and wandered down to join the others.
He found all three of them in the kitchen. Sophie was wrapped up a robe that was obviously Billy’s—it was far too big for h
er.
She gave him a cold glare as he took a chair at the table.
“Morning.” Jim tried to sound cheerful, but he’d only been awake for a matter of minutes and had apparently upset both of the women he’d shared a bed with last night. He didn’t understand why Sophie looked so miserable—she’d just fucked Billy.
“Coffee, mate?” At least Billy was happy, probably because he’d just fucked Sophie.
“Yeah, cheers.”
Sara cooked a full pack of bacon and placed it in the middle of the table. Billy had buttered several bread rolls, and the four friends made small-talk while they ate their breakfast. Nothing about the previous night was mentioned, which Jim found strange. He wondered if Sara and Billy would have an intimate conversation about things when they were alone. Then he wondered if he and Sophie would discuss what went on last night. It wasn’t like she needed to describe what had happened, but they usually both got off again as they re-lived their adventures, even the ones they’d both been involved in.
After breakfast Sophie went to get dressed, declining the offer of a shower by saying she’d prefer a bath as soon as she got home. They said their farewells in the hall.
Sophie reached up and kissed Billy on the mouth. “Thank you for last night… and this morning.”
“Anytime.” Billy raised his eyebrows. “And I do mean, anytime.”
Sara ushered her husband to one side and opened the door. She didn’t kiss Jim, but spoke to Sophie as they left. “Bye, babe. Maybe see you at the gym during the week?”
Sophie nodded and then Sara closed the door. Jim walked in silence to their car, wondering what he’d done wrong. Maybe he’d farted in his sleep. He dropped the overnight bag onto the back seat then slid in behind the wheel. The journey was completed in silence and as soon as they arrived home, Sophie headed for the bathroom.
It was over an hour later when she came downstairs. She put the kettle on. “Another coffee?”
“No thanks.”
Sophie carried her tea through and sat on the opposite sofa in the living room. “Why didn’t you bother watching me with Billy? I thought that was usually the best bit for you.”
“The first I knew about it was when I heard you coming. It would have been all over by the time I’d managed to get downstairs.”
Sophie didn’t respond, sipped her tea in silence.
“And anyway,” he continued. “I would have thought if you wanted to be watched, you’d have stayed in bed. Or at least stayed in the bedroom.”
“I actually meant last night. I was doing all sorts of things that I thought you’d enjoy, but evidently you only had eyes for Sara.”
“One minute you were sitting on the couch with Billy’s face between your legs, and the next time I looked you were on your knees and drenched in cum.”
“Well, you must have had your head up her cunt for fifteen minutes, because that’s how long it was from me being licked to Billy shooting his load.”
She’d spoken with venom, and he wasn’t sure how to react. Surely she couldn’t be jealous of him being with Sara while she was with Billy, particularly in light of all the other people she’d fucked over the last couple of months.
Unless she knew about him meeting Sara at lunchtimes…
Sophie wasn’t finished with her complaining. “And did you think I wouldn’t notice you having your middle-of-the-night shag?”
He was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about? If I hadn’t wanted you to see, I might have done something other than fuck in the bed next to you—like maybe going downstairs. Oh, wait a minute—that’s actually what you did. Yet for some reason, you’re angry that I didn’t want to see you.”
Sophie stared open-mouthed. Maybe she was surprised because he was getting close to shouting, but he hoped it was because she recognised how unfair she was being.
He pressed his point. “There were four of us in the bed, and we were all there with the intention of having sex. If you saw me and Sara having sex, you could have joined in if you’d wanted to. I’m sure Sara would have joined in if it had been you and Billy in the night. Or maybe that’s why you went downstairs, to make sure you didn’t have to share Billy.”
She looked down at the floor for a couple of seconds, then back into his eyes and nodded. “I suppose I could have joined you and Sara, but it seemed like the two of you were having a private moment.”
He snorted. “Soph, are you winding me up? We were fucking, but we were in bed with two other people—who’d also spent the entire evening fucking. What is wrong with you?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. I’m sorry, maybe I’m just tired and taking things out on you.”
Jim nodded, relieved. “How about we put some music on and just chill down here? Maybe have a snooze.”
“Yeah, okay.” Sophie picked up her phone and chose a playlist. The Bluetooth speaker came to life and the room was filled with a song Jim didn’t know. Sophie had eclectic tastes in music and since she’d discovered Spotify, her taste had diversified even more.
Jim kicked off his shoes and lay back on his sofa. He was a little surprised when Sophie came to join him. She lay in the crook of his arm and listened to the music, a slow acoustic number with a female vocal.
She took a breath. “I only do these sorts of things for you, you know. Because I know you like to watch.”
Jim didn’t believe that, and he doubted even she did. “Hmm?” He pretended he hadn’t heard to give himself more time to think of a response.
“I said all the things I did with Billy were for your benefit—that’s what I thought last night was going to be about. Your reward for agreeing to my trips with G-J.”
He smiled. “So you faked all those orgasms?”
She giggled against his chest, and for a split second he felt like they were close again. “Well, I thought I’d allow my body to enjoy itself, but in my mind I was doing it all for you.”
“I see. Thanks, you’re very considerate.”
Sophie pinched his nipple through his shirt. “Why was Sara funny with you this morning?”
Jim was pleased that Sophie had noticed Sara’s indifference toward him. It proved he hadn’t been imagining it. “I think she was mad because I declined her offer of sex after you and Billy had fucked downstairs.”
“Ah, you rebuffed her. Actually, I didn’t go downstairs for sex, you know. I woke up with a dry mouth and went to get a drink of orange juice.”
“Right.”
“It’s true, then Billy can down and we started to talk.”
Jim really didn’t care, he just wanted her to let him snooze on the couch.
“But as we chatted I could see his hard-on sticking out through the robe.”
He opened his eyes and took a breath, knowing he’d have to get this out of the way to get any peace. “The robe you were wearing at breakfast?”
“Yeah. He came downstairs wearing it.”
“So what were you wearing?”
“Nothing. I thought I’d have some juice then come back to bed.”
He sighed. “So you were naked in the kitchen when Billy came down, and as you talked he got a hard-on, so you fucked him in the living room.”
She nodded against him. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“And what were you talking about?”
“He’d asked about my weekend with Anja, so I told him about dancing with a rubber cock in my panties.”
Jim snorted. “But you knew that’d give him a stiffy.”
“Yes, but I thought we’d come back to bed and share another foursome.”
“But Billy wanted to stay downstairs?”
“Hmm. He led me to the armchair where you’d fucked Sara.”
Jim’s cock started to stir, despite his best efforts to wind down. “From behind, like how I’d had Sara?”
“No, I was sitting on the seat with a leg over each chair arm.”
“Classy!”
“He also filmed it with his phone.”
This
made him pause. “And you didn’t mind that?”
“Of course not. I even squeezed his stuff out afterwards so he could film the cream-pie.”
Jim found this a bit distasteful, but wasn’t sure why. He didn’t admit it in case she thought him prudish, and stayed quiet hoping to get some sleep.
After almost a minute, Sophie spoke again. “Jim?”
“Hmm?”
“You seemed to like Sara’s body-stocking.”
“Yeah, I thought it was really sexy.”
“I think I might get one.”
“Good idea. I’d be more than happy to see you in one of those.”
“I never said it’d be for your benefit.”
His patience was running out. “Whatever. Now please, let me sleep.”
* * * *
By the time they woke it was mid-afternoon. They had a very late lunch, watched TV and went to bed early. Neither of them seemed to have any interest in sex. After Sophie had fallen asleep, Jim lay awake thinking about Naomi. He was hoping to see her again this week, and had thought of a good place to take her for their second date.
He called her from work on Monday morning. His heart skipped when he heard her voice.
“Hi Jim.”
“Hiya. Is now a good time?”
“Yes, fine. I’m actually doing housework, so I’m more than happy to be interrupted.”
“Ooh, what are you wearing?”
“The usual: four-inch stilettos and a French-maid’s hat.”
“Nothing else?” His cock was beginning to swell at the thought of her like that.
“Earrings and perfume.”
“Ah, of course.”
She giggled. “If I told you what I really looked like at the moment, you’d hang up.”
“I don’t think I would. Anyway, I phoned to see if you fancied going out again one night this week.”
“On another date?” Her voice was teasing and sexy.
“Yes. I’m trying to court you.”
“Well, that’s very gallant. What night were you thinking of?”
Jim’s stomach tightened. He hadn’t yet mentioned it to Sophie, but she couldn’t really complain considering all the times she’d gone to play in her global whatever-she-called-it. But his main concern now was that perhaps Naomi had another date she didn’t want to clash with.
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