She bites her lip and watches his face. “Thank you,” she utters softly.
He smiles at Adrian. “I always thought she had great tits. Wasn’t wrong, huh?”
“No you got that right, but we weren’t expecting to see anyone we know here, Mr Kent.” Adrian checks around. “Is anyone with you?”
“No! Hey, I was hoping to be discreet too.”
“Oh right. Well we’re only here for a look anyway. We might go and see what’s happening in the rooms soon.”
Mr Kent motions to a small group around some couches across the room. “See the bride-to-be over there – with the vail thingy? I’ve seen four men screw her so far. I don’t think her fiancé is here anywhere. She’s with those other girls – probably her hens night by the look of it.”
“Oh wow! And she’s having sex?” Sara looks over, amazed. It appears a couple of men are hitting on the girl right now. “Wow – that’s crazy!”
Mr Kent is chuckling. “She’s pretty wild in bed too. Hope her husband’s ready for it.”
Sara giggles. Mr Kent has always amused her. He has an expressive face. He’s also such a nice conservative man, she can’t believe he’s there. She rubs to her knees, her hands between them, clutching – her shoulders narrowing and gaping her dress and bra while he has another look at her. Frank and Adrian are distracted, gazing around. Sara looks up from her bare breasts to meet Mr Kent’s eyes. He has another look at them. She hunches her shoulders closer and shows him fully.
One of the older men from earlier has returned, and he edges forward to be standing beside Mr Kent. The two men exchange a nod. Sara looks to her husband, but he and Frank are craning their necks to watch a woman seated behind them being kissed and felt up. Sara turns back to Mr Kent and peers up at the other man as well. She bites down on her lip and scrunches her shoulders, leaning forward a little as the man looks down her dress. She glances down and checks to see her breasts are completely on display. She then blushes across at Mr Kent.
Sara lets the older grey-haired man have a good long look while Adrian and Frank are distracted. Another guy approaches beside him. He’s younger, maybe around 40, thin and with fiery red hair. Sara watches his face then follows his gaze down to her breasts. She then looks to Mr Kent again and holds his eyes.
Adrian suddenly turns and Sara sits back. “I’ve got to go. Back in a minute, okay?” He leaves for the toilet.
Frank nods to the two men standing there. “You okay?” he whispers to Sara.
“Uh huh – I’m okay….”
Frank turns back to the show going on behind them. Sara remains leaning back in the lounge and looks at the men as she rubs down her thighs. She bites her lip and rubs back up, parting her legs a little. The three men are looking at her crotch. Another two men are looking over from beyond them. Sara meet’s Mr Kent’s gaze. He glances back down at her panties. She parts her knees a tiny bit further – still only modestly, but enough for the men to see her full crotch.
“That’s nice, love,” Mr Kent says, and Frank turns back.
Sara meets Frank’s eyes as he looks up from her legs. “Will you kiss me and cuddle me a little bit, please?” she asks him. He looks around at the men watching then obliges. He presses to Sara’s lips and pulls her to him, rubbing up her side. Sara moans into his mouth, returning his kiss and deliberately parting her legs more for the men watching.
Frank settles to cuddling and kissing Sara for a few minutes. Adrian then returns and sits on Sara’s other side. There are more men gathered now and Adrian is looking around at them. Sara turns to him and he takes her into his arms and kisses her. “Do you want to come and have a look at the sex show now, baby?” he says into her mouth.
Sara stands and cuddles up to her husband’s arm as she is led through the ring of men. Frank is right beside her and Mr Kent walks with them, seemingly invited to join their group by her two chaperones. She keeps glancing and meeting his smile. They stop at a room with a couple having intercourse and watch for a minute. There’s a group of men at the next window, where they find Mr and Mrs Bryant. Mr Bryant is standing and watching a young man fucking Mrs Bryant doggy style on the bed. Sara watches stunned. She is between Frank and Adrian with Mr Kent right behind her, effectively shielding her from other men crowded around trying to look down her dress.
Over the next hour they watch a number of sex shows, some just couples with other men watching, one with two women and two men tangled on a bed together, and there’s one with an older woman being gangbanged. A man who appears to be her husband watches on, often talking to her and squeezing her hand. She is fucked by five different men while Sara watches – them all taking turns with her and eventually cumming on her face and body one after the other.
The guys have decided on one last drink, which Mr Kent has offered to buy. Frank has exhausted his budget for the night. Adrian is quick to accept the offer too. They claim a spot at the end of the bar near the foyer. Sara sits up on a stool, her heels on a rung and her knees raised enough to give a good view up the skirt of her dress. As they chat and laugh, Mr Kent takes the opportunity to have looks at her panties. He’s being quite open about it, seemingly comfortable with Adrian and Frank watching him as he tilts his head and has another look. Sara allows her knees to stray apart this time.
“Yes – very nice,” Mr Kent groans, his smile flashing. “So you young folks aren’t going to try out one of the rooms next time?”
“No!” Sara answers before her husband has a chance to. “I’m definitely NOT going to be taken through that doorway over there. No way!”
The three men chuckle. “Well, it was well worth the cost of entry and drinks tonight thanks to this beautiful creature,” Mr Kent says, patting Sara’s shoulder warmly. “But it’s a bit rich for my taste, I’m afraid, and there’s no way I could perform on show like that either. I have enough trouble in private thanks very much…. Or thanks to magic little blue pills, I should say,” he adds, making a funny face behind his hand, raising another group chuckle that Sara leads.
The older man nods a goodbye to both other men then treats Sara to a smile. She presses hands to her knees and scrunches her shoulders again as he looks at her tits. He lifts his head and inspects them. “And fantastic nipples too – I always wondered – they’re often prominent beneath your clothing.” He leans in closer. Sara presses her shoulders in more for him. “Yes, they’re quite long, aren’t they?... Nice and dark and compact, and the actual nipple is a very nice length aroused like that.”
“Thank you,” Sara utters, tingling with excitement and pride.
“Alright. Got to go,” Mr Kent announces and downs the last of his beer.
The guys finish up too and they all walk out together. “So – discrete, okay?” Adrian asks Mr Kent before parting ways to opposite ends of the parking area.
Mr Kent slaps his back. “I never saw you because I wasn’t here.” He strides away.
Sara is beside her husband. “I’ll walk him to his car. I need to talk to him about tonight,” she says and breaks from his arm to run after Mr Kent, taking his hand and hugging him. “Thank you,” she whispers and kisses his lips softly.
He hugs her back, his long arms completely encircling her slender body, his hand closing over her left breast. She rests her chin on his shoulder, remaining in his hug a little longer than she should. She can see Adrian and Frank facing away watching a woman being kissed and felt up against a car.
“I really don’t want Tracy to find out I was here,” Sara says.
Mr Kent squeezes Sara’s breast. “She won’t love. Not from me.”
“Okay…. Thank you,” Sara whispers into the older man’s ear, and she tugs the left side of her dress down for him to feel her bare. “It was so exciting with you looking at me tonight. I was mostly just uncomfortable before you came.”
Mr Kent tweaks her nipple. “I was more than a little excited to see you here, love.”
“Really?” Sara utters but the feel of his hand squeezing
again makes her moan softly, “Uhh-hhh.” She looks over at the guys, still watching the other woman being kissed. Adrian cranes his head back over his shoulder to check on Sara. It’s dark enough that he wouldn’t be able to see her clearly, she reasons. Mr Kent feels her other breast. “Mmm – that feels nice,” she utters and pulls that side of her dress down as well.
“You’ve got great tits, love. Your nipples are so responsive too. Are they very sensitive right now?”
“Yes. Very!”
They’re between Mr Kent’s car and another one. Adrian is looking over again. “I’d better go in a minute,” Sara says. “Would you like to kiss me?”
Mr Kent doesn’t hesitate. He bends to Sara and takes her upturned lips. She opens and accepts his tongue, and after guiding one of his hands to her crotch she feels for his package. The older man continues kissing hard as he first rubs her through her panties then finds the edge of them and inserts fingers into her. He helps her with his fly and she holds his cock. It’s long and as stiff as wood. He keeps ravaging her mouth and fingering her. She feels and strokes him urgently, and suddenly he gasps and surges through her hand. His cock throbs and spurts powerfully. Sara holds the head and lets the jets of semen gush through her fingers.
Mr Kent slumps against his car. Sara bends over and takes his cock into her mouth. He holds her head while she sucks it. Adrian and Frank are there watching now. Sara stands and smiles at them. She licks her fingers. “Mmm yummy,” she says teasingly.
“Sorry, man – it just um….” Mr Kent tries to explain.
“It’s okay, man. It’s fair enough,” Adrian returns, his voice raspy.
Sara lifts to tiptoes and kisses Mr Kent’s cheek. “Promise you won’t tell?”
“I promise, love. Not a word…!”
10
Adrian wakes Sunday morning with his balls aching they are so badly drained. After Frank dropped them off last night, Sara demanded he fuck her, and she wanted it again just an hour ago. She got up right afterwards and is in the spare room with her elliptical and fit ball, her work-out music filling the house. Adrian rolls over and pulls the pillow over his head. Sometime not long after, Sara jumps on him. ”Come on, husband, time to get up.”
“It’s too early, baby.”
She searches under the bedclothes and grabs his cock.
“And that’s broken.”
“How can it be broken?”
“Well worn out then.”
She tugs on it but Adrian’s seriously in need of a break after so much sex the past few days. He cuddles his wife close. She rests her head upon his chest, and he strokes her hair and back while they lie together quietly for a while.
“I still can’t believe some of what we saw at that club last night,” Sara says.
“It was amazing, wasn’t it? I can’t imagine how people can just do it like that with everyone watching.”
“And what about that bride? And Mrs Bryant!” Sara goes on.
“I know…. But with all that, I still think you were more sexy than any of them women, baby.”
“Hmm – so you said last night…. Thank you, Adrian. I really loved doing that.” Sara pauses for a moment before adding in a measured tone, “A lot of other men have seen my panties and bare boobs now. Every guy in the club checked me out and I was deliberately showing them down the front of my dress sometimes.”
“Deliberately, huh?”
“Yes. When someone would try to peep, I’d kind of hunch my shoulders so they could see my nipples. I did that for lots of men – especially for Mr Kent. He was more openly checking me out so I made sure he could see everything. Sometimes when I parted my legs for him to have a better look at my panties other men would look too, though. But I wanted him to see, so I let them as well.”
Adrian had noticed that a little bit. He had been busy checking out what was happening with the other women there, though. He’d seen a few men checking Sara out but didn’t know there had been that many.
She peers up from his chest again. “I liked sucking our friend’s cock. His cum was so thick – I could taste it for ages after swallowing it for him. It sort of coated my mouth but I didn’t brush my teeth when I went to the bathroom afterwards…. I like being married and having the taste of other men’s semen in my mouth and on my breath.”
“Yeah….” Adrian says, his heart pounding a little. “Baby, I think I want you to let Frank fuck you.”
“Okay,” Sara utters softly. She’s stroking Adrian’s chest. “If you want to call him, he can come around and fuck me today. Maybe even a few times if you like – like as soon as he gets here and then he can have me again tonight…. I think I’d like that – to be taken immediately, but then to know all day that he was going to fuck me again.”
Adrian gulps. The picture in mind of his best friend screwing his wife tightens his chest. He wants it to happen, though. “I just want to make sure that after we’ve had this sexy adult time that it’s been done.”
“Been done?” Sara asks softly. “That what’s been done?”
“That another man has fucked my wife…. I want you to have had another cock inside you, Sara, and not just in your mouth like last night. I want there to have been another cock in your pussy since mine – since we got married…. I love that there have been other men looking at your tits and panties, baby. Now I want one of them to fuck you.”
“Uh huh,” Sara utters softly. “I want that too. I want to be a wife who got nailed by another man. She peers up again. “Totally nailed, Adrian – unprotected and with him cumming inside me. I’ll suck him clean after he’s done me this time but I want his sperm in my belly. Do you, Adrian? Do you want Frank to cum inside me?”
Adrian nods. “Yeah I do. I want that, baby. I’m glad he hasn’t been cut and that he won’t be using a rubber or anything. And he can fuck you all day if he wants…. I want you to just spread your legs and let him have you, okay?”
“Okay. I’m ready as soon as you want to call him. It’s already 10 O’clock. I need to have a quick shower but I’ll just wear my satin robe like a sexy gift-wrapped wife for him to…. Well, for you to give to him, I guess is what it will be. I’ll make myself soft and pretty and you can give me to your friend.” She reaches for Adrian’s phone on his bedside cabinet and gives it to him, smiling gleefully. “Call him right now before we chicken out. And make sure he knows he’s going to get to fuck me, okay?”
Adrian nods. His mind is in a whirl. He has no idea what he’s going to say but he presses the call button. Frank answers immediately. “Hey, man,” he says.
“Hey, Frank. Um Sara and I have been talking about it just now and we want you to come around and fuck her. Will you do it?”
“Right now?” Frank croaks.
“Yeah, man, right now for a start. Then again later if you want.”
“Okay. I’ll just shower and be there right away.”
“Tell him to hurry,” Sara says.
“Sara said hurry, man.”
“Fuck! Definitely! Tell her I’ll be less than 10 minutes.”
Sara can hear what’s being said. She jumps up and smiles back from the door on the way to the bathroom. Adrian quickly dresses. There’s coffee made. He pours a cup and drinks it down fast. Sara comes from the shower after only a few minutes. She’s perfumed, her skin pink and looking soft beneath her short satin robe. Her nipples are poking at it. It folds away from her hip to reveal that she is completely bare beneath.
She steps close. “Can I just wait in bed? Will you send him in?”
Adrian nods. His voice is hoarse. “Yeah, I will.”
“We didn’t talk about you watching or anything,” she continues softly. “Would it be okay if you didn’t come into the bedroom? Maybe just to leave the door open and you can peep in while he’s fucking me if you want?”
“Yeah – that suits me. I don’t want to be sitting there holding your hand like some of those dudes last night. I’d rather you were alone with him.”
Sara
lifts and kisses his cheek, whispering hotly into his ear as she guides his hand to her pussy, “Thank you, husband…. I’ll be in our bed waiting for you to send another man in to enjoy this….”
Adrian’s fingers slip in. “Aw fuck,” he groans.
“Am I wet enough for him?” Sara moans softly. “Am I ready to be serviced, do you think? Mmm – I’m going to have live sperm inside,” she utters raggedly, holding his wrist and squirming hard onto his fingers. “Uhh… hhh – all up in there….”
“Fuck yeah,” Adrian growls into her neck as e searches deep inside with two fingers.
She crushes his hand, squeezing her thighs together. “Mmm – but don’t make me cum,” she whispers teasingly. “Let Frank do that when he’s fucking me….” She says and breaks away.
Adrian watches his wife tiptoe from the kitchen and up the hall. There’s a knock on the door. He opens it to his friend – hair wet from a shower, his aftershave noticeable. Adrian steps aside. Frank walks past him and waits, drawing a nervous breath. “She’s in the bedroom, man.” The two men’s eyes lock. Adrian swallows hard. “Just go and get it done, man. Better before I think too hard about it again.”
Frank nods and disappears up the hall. Adrian’s whole body is a rush of tingling nerves. He walks to the hallway then stops and waits – listening. He can hear muffled voices, just above whispers. He turns and goes into the kitchen to lean on the sink and stare out the window.
Moments pass, his heart thumping in his chest and ears. Then another sound chills him. It’s the bed squeaking, and he now knows Frank is fucking Sara.
He waits – just listening. The squeaking is there then it’s not. Then it’s back again. He moves quietly to the hallway. He can hear a ruffling of the bed then the squeaking starts again. “Uhhh…” his wife suddenly moans, and he stands riveted to the spot.
“Fuck yeah. That’s so fucking tight,” Frank says low and deep.
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