Thank you so much for reading these stories! And thank you to Nifty for creating such a great forum! Consider contributing or donating! This story starts a little slow and straight and pushes some bisexuality themes and light cuckold. Derived from a fun night with some amazing friends!
My other stories include "My weekend Home", Confidence at the bathhouse, Springbreak cruise, daytime in the barracks, and nighttime at the armory. And, me my friend and her tatoo artist. Feel free to hit me up at urbane69@gmail.com, and happy stroking! taste it for me.
It was December and the entire airport was decorated for Christmas. It's a small enough airport that it wasn't hard to do that, and small enough that nobody complained about it. I landed there on my way north into Minnesota to visit friends. It was a long flight but the satisfaction of stretching my legs was taken by the cold bite of the Midwest winter air. My buddy Mike though sat idling in the arrival lane out front and had the heater going, and a cup of coffee for me when I hopped in.
We shook hand and leaned in and gave a quick hug: "It's great to see you! I trust it wasn't an issue finding your way?" Mike said with his subtle British accent. It was too small an airport, and I didn't have a check bag; and we traded our "Thank yous" and gratitude in both traveling and hosting. We pulled out onto the main road back through town for our 45 minute drive up to the small village my friends now lived.
Our conversation flowed freely as it always does: work, family, what projects we have going on in our homes, and the weather. The whole time I was staring at the giant evergreens towering above the single lane road. Their vibrant green and white snowy crowns were so familiar to me, but a stranger now.
"I'm too used to only cactus now! Its cold brother, but not at all like this. And it's too dry for anything really green. I miss the trees the most".
For the past year, my friends the Bjornson's had been living Minnesota, while I was in the Texas Desert. We had met years before through work, and both had been looking to be reassigned to areas we felt better for our personal lives: my family to the mountainous desert for adventure sports, and Mike brought his family up to Minnesota to be closer to family.
Soon we began pulling into town; small store fronts of a small quaint town were decorated like the airport, with traditional manger scenes and the blinking lights suspended from the balconies. Mike smiled and apologized; the kids will be gone this weekend down to stay with their grandparents before the holiday. Mike leaned in and smiled big: "Don't worry, Leah is here".
A giant grin spread across my face and I know I blushed. I took a quick sip of my cooling coffee and put the mug over my lap. It was exciting to have mentioned our open secret, never spoken of face to face. I quickly changed the subject, I think, and asked what his work schedule was like, or if he got the few days of my visit off work. A midnight shift this evening, then off for three days. Enough time to get out on the snow mobiles and enjoy ourselves before driving me back to the airport.
Mike continued driving through town and back into the forest, where rustic and beautiful homes lay off the road a way, seen through the trees and crowned, like the trees, in snow. Soon we pulled off onto Mike's driveway and wound through the trees and up to his house. We parked and stood in the drive way so I could marvel at his homestead. A gorgeous two story cedar plank home with a river rock foundation, set onto a small hillside with two out buildings turning the drive way into more of a wide courtyard.
The front door swung open and Leah skipped out "Brian! You made it!" We hugged, a full body hug beyond how friends hug. I felt her entire body pushed against mine, and a heave of breath through her warm clothes. I pulled away and smiled and thanked her as much as I had thanked Mike for letting me stay with them for the weekend. I grabbed my bag from the car and Mike smiled at Leah as she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside to show me the house.
The evening passed over a nice light dinner of salad and fish, with a bottle of white wine being passed around. Mike ate but didn't drink but was no less jovial and playful. He'd soon be going to work and as he got up to change, he cleared the table and brought Leah and me another bottle of wine. Leah poured us each another glass, leaning over the table for me. She was dressed for the weather in a thick wool skirt reaching nearly to her ankles, with wool socks underneath. She also wore as snug form fitting sweater, smooth and generous in the curves it showed. Leah is a naturally beautiful woman, and the way she carried herself, in her movement and her attitude exuded sexuality. I've never known if she had to cultivate this or if it always came naturally, but everything she wore, was worn with a subtle and almost innocent eroticism. Every move she made, no matter what she wore was graceful and elegant and impossible to tell if it was practiced, or like her sexuality, natural.
As she poured my glass of wine I didn't consider if it was practiced or not; I enjoyed watching her.
Mike came out ready for work with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. Hopping up, Leah hugged him and reminded him to grab his coffee and before sending him on his way, she grabbed his hair and pulled him in for a kiss. It was brazen in front of me, and not meant as a simple "have a good day at work", but hard, passionate. Mike was taken by surprise for an instant, and I heard the smack of lip and tongue, and before it broke off, saw Mike's fingers firm on Leah's neck, giving a quick light choke before pulling away.
The front door swung shut and Leah, a little red in the face sat back down and sipped her wine. Through her sweater I could see her nipples hard now and her chest rise and fall as she composed herself. "He's a lucky guy, Mike" I said, grinning through my wine glass. "He's very lucky, Brian".
The look she gave made my heart flutter and my cock hardened in my jeans. Leah stood up and announced matter of factly: "I want to go sit in the sauna for a while. Let's change and get on in."
Without so much as waiting for my answer, Leah walked away to her bedroom. I hurried to my own room and began changing. I had never been in a private sauna before, and even though all the signs were here between Mike and Leah, I didn't want to misread anything. I left on my boxer shorts and wrapped myself in a towel and went downstairs into the sauna.
Closing the door, I felt the immense heat. I'm not sure how saunas are run, but this felt like it had been on forever. The familiar smell of wood permeated the hot room, and sitting back on the bench I admired the grain. Their sauna was around the size of a small bedroom, and just like a gym sauna, had two rows of benches forming an "L" in stadium style height. The cold I've felt all day had become so foreign and hard on me that I held my wine glass next to me and lay back, melting onto the hot wood. A few more sips and I was entirely relaxed. The atmosphere of the sauna had calmed my mind down, and my body to nirvana. I hadn't forgotten the sexually charged dinner, Leah's amazing body under her tight sweater or that impassioned kiss between her and her husband, and never could I forget what her and I did the last time we saw each other, but right now, all those were just pleasant thoughts, not the desperate urges they usually are. I finished my glass of wine and lay back and enjoyed the almost sleep-like bliss of the heat.
I can't be sure how long I was reveling in that bliss, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes at most. I slowly became aware of my senses when I felt my cock. It was soft but full, and I felt the intense heat and wetness on my head. A slow bobbing back and forth, feeling my fullness build, and as it built and the bobbing became longer. I felt the same speed, always the same methodical speed but more and more of my cock was slipping into her mouth. Finally when I was fully hard she held me there, in her mouth, her tongue pressed against me, her spit and her saliva coating me, and held me. I looked up and groaned with my smile. Leah was on her knees, and she had maneuvered my town up over my cock, and had pulled me out of my boxers. She was on her knees, her hair down falling around her shoulders and onto her towel tied just below her arms. She smiled with only her eyes, looking up at me, her mouth obscene over my cock. Slowly, she backed off of me, my cock sliding back out, until it slapped against me. Still smiling, Leah took my wine glass from next to me and spit all the accumulated saliva into it, and standing, she poured me another glass.
I was sprawled and exposed on the bench, my legs spread and my cock hard against my stomach, shiny with the spit Leah had left on it. I took the wine glass and just stared at her as she topped hers off and sat down across from me to my side as if nothing had happened. Leah leaned back and sipped her wine and suggested I take off my boxers and that I was entirely too overdressed. I stretched them over my cock and slid them down my legs, all the while her and I never broke I contact. She kept smiling that devilish smile, completely in control of the situation. Just as she had surprised Mike with her kiss at the dinner table, she had surprised me here. Like Mike though, I'm quick to catch up.
"How did my cock taste, Leah? As good as last time?" She smirked at that, and coyly answered "Almost as good as my husband's cock, Brian".
"That's a good answer, isn't it? No matter who else she sucks, a good wife will always like her husband's the most." Leah and I were now in a sort of cat and mouse game.
"And the best wives never suck only their husband's cocks, do they?"
I absentmindedly grabbed my cock and gently slapped it against my stomach. Leah glanced at it and tssk tssked. "That's not for you to play with right now, it's mine. Focus on your wine, stud"
I slowly let go, but not before I wiped the bead of precum glistening on the tip of my cock. I licked it off my finger and put my arms up behind me.
"I told Mike every sordid detail of last time." Leah began, between small sips of her wine. "I told him how you grabbed me and kissed me in the garage. And how I could feel your cock through your shorts and how I couldn't say no. That's what got him going, Brian. When I started telling him about how I sucked your cock until you could barely stand anymore. That's exactly what he wanted. To hear me say `cock', and not be talking about his."
Listening to Leah describe how she told her husband, my friend how we had fucked was making my cock uncomfortably hard. I had to focus on not stroking my cock, so I settle for holding my wine glass.
She continued: "I told him how then you grabbed my hand and led me outside where it was nice and quiet. And you laid me down on the lounge chair and stripped me naked, how bad we both wanted it."
Leah's fingers were tracing the edge of her towel tied in front of her.
"Mike loved the part where I sat on your face and you ate me so good that I couldn't take it anymore. But his favorite part was when I told him how you fucked me. How you slid that cock in me so slow and gentle, and then began pounding me so good and long and deep right next to the pool. I told him we fucked like animals and we couldn't be quiet. How we were swearing and saying filthy things to each other. And Brian, I didn't forget to tell him that when we came, you pulled out and came all over my body and that you didn't hesitate to lick me clean. That part surprised Mike, Brian. I think he was surprised how much it turned him on too, and how you kissed me with your cum afterwards. After that though Mike started eating me out after he cums in me too."
"That's my favorite part too, Brian. Feeling a tongue in me after he fills me up."
Leah and I hadn't broken eye contact this entire time. Leah and finished her story. She finished her wine glass and set it down, and slowly undid her towel. It fell to her waist around her, and there she sat, her breasts freed and glistening in the sauna's heat. Large, perfect shape and a slim waist below, somehow still tanned despite the Minnesota winter. I had worshipped every inch of her body before, and it still hasn't been enough. Leah spread her legs apart and stroked the tops of her breasts.
It was my turn to speak. "Tell me what you want Leah. I want to hear you say it."
She smirked, knowing my game. I was going to make Leah say filthy things tonight. Things that no ordinary wife would ever say to a man other than her husband, and likely not even to him; out loud anyways. Leah has never been an ordinary wife. "Tell me".
"I want your cock...I want your cock in me Brian".
"Say it again, Leah".
"I want you to fuck me. Give me your cock, stud. Fuck my pussy all night..."
That's exactly what I wanted to hear from her. The admittance, the animalistic confession we all have. Everybody has it, and everybody knows it. Only a few accept it and embrace it. I stood up and took a step towards her. I stood over her, her leaning back reclining against a throw pillow, her legs spread and gently stroking he body. I stepped between her legs so my cock stood straight out, inches from Leah's face.
"Take it, Leah"
Without hesitation she put my head in her mouth, her lips warm and firm against me. She let out a long sigh of satisfaction and need. Leah's hands continued playing with her pussy, now glistening with the rest of her, but it wasn't the heat. As before, she started sliding back and forth on my cock, that same wonderful pace. Her eyes closed in a reverent concentration much like mine had been when I was soaking in the euphoria of the sauna earlier. I couldn't help but moan at how good Leah's mouth felt, and hearing that, she moaned in return, both at the thrill of having my cock in her mouth, and the thrill of giving me so much pleasure.
Soon my hands were roaming my body like hers had been, tweaking and pinching my nipples and grabbing the base of my cock to hold it for her. My hips began to rock back and forth into her and she met that pace with gusto, her pace increasing and her sucking become more hurried. Leah wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and kneading them as she took my cock in and out of her mouth. Both of our grunts and moans were more frantic, and Leah was breathing ragged and gently gagging herself as she held me all the way in her mouth.
I was close to cumming, but it was far too early in the night for that. Our fun had just begun. I reached down and took her by her chin and a fist full of her hair and pulled her back up to standing and kissed her. Leah's mouth was nearly full with all the spit and saliva and precum from sucking my cock, and I sucked it all in, sucking her tongue and biting her lips. I held her head tight to me, and her body was pressed against mine, her feet planted on either side of my leg so her pussy was against my thigh. Subconsciously she was slowly rubbing back and forth on my leg and I could feel how wet she was. We broke off to each catch our breath while she continued to slowly grind on me. My free hand was groping her and running up and down her body, squeezing her tit then her ass then moving down and feeling her wet pussy.
Putting three fingers deep in her mouth to gather as much spit as I could, I then put them in mine for my spit too. I stepped back and began sliding my wet fingers up and down her pussy lips, feeling just how wet she was for me, and eliciting a loud guttural moan from Leah. I sat down, putting her across on my lap. One leg was propped up and the other slack across the floor. Leah's pussy was wide open or me, and as I began to suck and play with her nipples, I slide my fingers into her. The heat of the sauna was nothing compared to her Leah's heat enveloping my fingers. She began to rock her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts and her hands held me close to her breasts.
I curled my fingers up into her, to rub her G-spot and each thrust was met by a desperate moan and a gasp. My thumb played with her clit and pressed against her from the outside. As we continued Leah grabbed my wrist with both hands, a death grip, white knuckling holding me exactly where she needed me. She was rocking back and forth onto my hand furiously, her moaning becoming deeper, louder and more animalistic. All of a sudden she froze and stopped moaning. Her whole body clenched and shook, and a soft high pitched squeak came out of her. She sat frozen, grasping my fingers into her pussy as she came and came. I could feel her pussy clench, and all of a sudden flood with her cum.
Finally she snapped out of her orgasm and started panting to catch her breath. I gently rubbed my fingers inside her and she shook again in climax. Slowly with both hands she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them up and down, spreading her juice, then took my fingers in her mouth. She slouched off of me to rest against the pillow and I met her kiss, sucking her taste off my fingers along with her. We shared her pussy between us and when my fingers were clean, we sucked each other's tongues and reveled in our mess.
We sat and felt each other's bodies for a few minutes while we each recovered. Leah was slowly running her fingers up and down my still slick cock, playing with the precum and occasionally giving me taste or licking it herself.
Finally I couldn't take it anymore. Leah's mouth was too warm and wet, her pussy was too warm and wet, and my cock was too hard. I stood back up over Leah and took her legs behind the knees. I lifted her so she was on her back, legs spread and knees up near her ears. Leah gasped in surprise at the rough quick jerk, but quickly moaned as I buried my tongue in her pussy. I only ate her for a few seconds before standing back up and kissing her, giving us both a fresh taste of just how good her pussy was.
"Now I'm going to fuck you Leah, and you're going to tell me exactly that"
I lined up my cock with her wet pussy, and slowly pushed in. She was tight but warmed up and soaking wet. Leah was firm and wet against me as I slowly pushed in, one inch, then out, then two inches, then out, moving faster as her pussy got used to a cock different than Mike's.
Leah was moaning each time I pushed in. Leaning over her my hands were holding her legs up and apart, I was staring directly down at her as I fucked her.
"Say it, Leah. I want you to say it"
I kept my pace, thrusting in and back out and in more.
With a look of bliss, a detached faraway smile Leah gladly and greedily took what was being done to her.
"Fuck me, fuck me fuck me" Leah started saying. It was almost a chant, a quiet plea as she lay back and let me use her body. I was concentrating on the movement, my steady thrusts into her pussy, keeping the rhythm and letting her feel every inch of my big smooth cock. She was letting me use her for my pleasure, but at the same time she was willingly sharing her erotic self and experiencing the same pleasure she was giving. Just as with all her practiced or natural grace and sexuality, she was as graceful and elegant beneath me. She was getting fucked. Leah was on her back with her legs spread and a big cock pounding into her pussy and she was begging fuck me like the absolute best of wives and she was loving it.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me"
My pounding became more staccato and frantic. The slapping of our hips took over on top of our grunting and begging. The heat of the sauna, and the two bottles of wine were both in our heads, and as Leah lost herself to another orgasm and shook, her eyes lost focus and stared absently at the ceiling past my head. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and my chest as she finally began to pant again and regain her senses. I kept pounding into her and she regained eye contact, and staring straight at me nearly screamed for me to cum.
"Cum in me! Cum in me, I fucking need it!"
It was all too much for me. I let go of her legs and she immediately wrapped them around my back, pulling me in even closer. I grabbed her shoulders and hugged her close feeling her tits press against my chest. I buried my face into her neck and thrust only a few more times. I arched my back and my whole body stiffened and I felt Leah's pussy tighten around my cock. That's what sent me over the edge.
I emptied myself into her, cumming several large spurts I could feel my cock pulse and throb in her. Leah was grunting and gasping as she felt my cock swell and feel the hot cum rush into her. We were both crying "fuck, oh fuck, yes" as we came.
We lay like that for a few minutes, feeling my cock soften in her and feeling our bodies heave and pant against each other. I finally caught my breath and gathered my energy. I pulled up off Leah and put my hand around her throat and kissed her deep, the way she had kissed her husband earlier that night.
"Good girl, Leah, such a good girl"
Leah moaned approval of my words and kissed back, holding my hand to her throat and enjoying my praise. I pulled away and kissed and licked down her body, tasting her sweat and mine. She moaned and grabbed my hair, pushing me lower. I took her legs again and held them to her chest.
Leah's pussy was red and wet and that distinct look of having just been fucked. I kissed her there, feeling how wet she was on my cheeks and my lips and on my tongue. I kept licking and kissing, and burying my tongue in her. Leah was moaning softly and enjoying my attention. No more orgasms for the moment, but enjoying the quiet bliss after being animals.
"...eat it...eat it all boy"
I kept licking her and tasting her and sucking at her pussy. Finally, I tasted me. Leah was clenching and unclenching her pussy for me, giving me all the cum I just pulsed into her. My cum shined white on her, and slick even compared with her pussy. I sucked and swallowed and licked until Leah was completely clean. Still soaking wet, but I had licked both of us out of her and I swallowed my hot fresh cum.
Leah pulled me back up her body into a kiss: "Good boy eating your cum, good boy!"
W kissed and shared ourselves. She tasted my cum and her pussy, and I tasted her pussy and my cum. It's a mix we've both had before and it's always divine.
Eventually we broke our kiss and collected ourselves. The wine and the heat and the fucking had left us exhausted. We didn't bother with towels leaving the sauna. Both of us naked, we held hands and took a cool shower to recover. We didn't stop kissing or feeling each other the whole time. And we wouldn't have to for the rest of the night or the weekend. Tonight though was ours. Leah's husband Mike would be off work after tonight, and the three of us would have all the time in the world for whatever would come our way.
I woke up the following morning snug and warm in the guest bedroom. My body was completely relaxed and I was as well rested as I could remember. The air in the room was cold and I could see snow stacked on the window sill.
I lay there and enjoyed the nest of the bed. At first I thought the house was silent. With the children staying elsewhere this weekend the television was still off, and no sound emanated from the kitchen, not even the coffee pot. I lay there listening, and then I heard it.
The soft moans of pleasure. It was faint at first, coming from the master bedroom across the living room, dining room and down the brief hallway. The sounds were soft, but the moans were guttural, savage.
Mike's moans caught up with Leah's and he grunted through his orgasm just as loud as Leah moaned through hers. I'm certain Mike knew I fucked his wife last night. He probably woke her up as soon as he got home from work and made her tell him every nasty detail. I imagined his cock getting hard as he pried his wife for more details; for every position, for every nasty thing we told each other and for how and where I came on her. I imagined Mike climbing on top of Leah as she told him everything and how he'd line up his cock with her and gently push in, making her moan and gasp through her story telling. And how he'd wait and hold himself in her until she finished, and then he'd slide all the way inside and start making love to his wife.
They would both forget the story of Leah and me as Mike picks up the pace and they focus only on each other. Maybe, I thought in the returning silence after the grunting ended, maybe he would lick his wife clean at her request, and that's what's happening in the silence as I lay there as hard as Mike.
Finally I pulled the covers off, hearing as much as I thought I'd hear. The cold air hurried me to dress, and walking into the kitchen I put on a pot of coffee. While the coffee brewed I turned on the small speakers in their living room and listened to Christmas music as I heard my hosts run a hot shower. I imagined them having to wash the sweat and cum off of themselves before getting dressed, and I handed each a cup of coffee as they walked into the kitchen.
Leah's hair was wet and done up in a towel; I handed her the coffee and asked if she took cream in it, winking as I did. Always playful, she winked back and said there is never too much cream. Mike took his coffee with a knowing smile.
The day was spent staying warm in the morning and then trying to keep warm while taking the snowmobiles for a ride. Mike and Leah knew the forest as well as their backyard, and we took every logging road two-track for miles. This far north, this close to the solstice, the sun was setting by 4:00 pm, and so we parked the machines in the shop and fueled them and checked the oil before hustling in to warm ourselves by the woodstove.
Left overs and finger food made dinner that night as we lounged in the kitchen keeping close to the woodstove. Nobody felt like doing too many chores that evening. As always the conversation was lively and came easy, and soon the drinks were as well. There is nothing better in Minnesota to keep you warm than Whiskey, Mike told me the locals say.
We eventually changed out of our heavy winter clothes and into flannel pants and sweatshirts; casual attire for old friends. We moved to the couches and made ourselves comfortable and tipsier. The topic of Leah and me playing around hadn't come up directly, but the evening was saturated with innuendo and subtle references. My cock was full in my loose pants, and when it was my turn to pour us more drinks, I stuck out obscenely in front of my hosts. I walked into the kitchen knowing Mike noticed it, as I'm certain Leah did; I played it cool as if I was unaware.
I returned holding the tray with our drinks. They each took theirs and I reclined back on the arm chair across from Mike and Leah on the couch. I kept my legs spread and my cock tented up my pants. It was unavoidable to see.
Mike held his drink while Leah took a long sip and smiled over her glass. I raised my glass and an eyebrow: "To my deviant friends spreading the Christmas cheer". They cheered and Mike finally took a sip. Leah's drink was nearly gone and I just began mine. My free hand fell to my lap and I slowly and nonchalantly grabbed my cock through my pants. Our conversation had slowed as they watched me.
I had put Mike and Leah on the spot, and for a couple usually with a quicker wit than mine, I enjoyed having the initiative. I slowly stroked my cock and waited for them to pick up the conversation again. None of us could remember what we had been talking about.
I decided to maintain my momentum. "Your husband has told me all about some of the sexy outfits you have, Leah. I'd love to see them."
Mike leaned back, enjoying where I was taking our conversation. Leah put her glass down, "Oh, he has, has he?" she nudged him.
"He's told me enough to know I want you to show them off for us", I said, still stroking my cock.
Lean downed her glass and pranced off to the bedroom, eagerly playing along with what I was up to.
She left, leaving Mike and me facing each other. Good friends but never have we said in person what I've done to his wife and what she's done to me. I told Mike bluntly that last night I fucked his wife, Leah. I told him the story he heard from her lips that same morning, but from my side of it. I told him how she couldn't get enough of my big cock, and how she shook and shuddered when she came, and how wet her pussy was when I slid my cock all the way inside her.
Mike adjusted his swelling cock inside his sweatpants. I kept talking, telling him every detail I could remember, using filthy words reserved for this sort of game. Dick was cock. Thrust was fuck. Moaning was begging. I made it colorful, letting him know just how his bride will behave for me; her duality of being. I let Mike know in no uncertain terms that his beautiful wife, his life partner, the mother of his children and the woman he will spend the rest of his life with; how that beautiful soul could also be so dirty, so in love with the pleasures of flesh and abandon and raw nature, and how words like slut and cum and the begs of "fuck me" came as easily to her as they did to him and me.
Mike was toying with his cock and his drink when Leah walked into the room. She had all the confidence and grace she does at a fine restaurant. She was wearing a school girl outfit: her plaid skirt showing her bare ass, barely covering her pussy. Her shirt was a ridiculously small white cotton shirt, tied in a knot below her breasts, pouring out over the top.
"A naughty school girl!" I cheered, impressed with the roleplay they get up to.
"A slutty school girl, Brian" Leah replied, curtseying coyly. Good girl, I said, and told her to put on a little show for us.
Leah turned around and bent at the waist, swaying her hips side to side, showing for me her ass and her bare pussy. My hand stayed on my hard cock and I relaxed, watching the show and wondering where she would take it. She moved over and bent over Mike's lap who gave her a few soft spanks.
"Bad school girls deserve more than that, Mike" I told him, and he responded with a few harder slaps, leaving her ass pink with his hand. Leah let out a few little cries as he spanked her.
"That's enough, Leah, I want to see what else you have"
Leah played along beautifully: "Yes, sir" and pranced away back to her bedroom.
I told Mike that his wife just called me "sir", and said that she was amongst the very best of wives for treating her guests so well. As Leah changed into a new outfit I told her husband everything I loved about the school girl outfit: how her pussy was exposed, how her ass was red under the plaid, and how her tits were barely held in by the slutty little shirt.
Leah waltzed back out in a new ensemble. She wore white stockings held up by a white garter belt below a matching white corset. She wore no panties and her hairless pussy was exposed for us to both admire. Her slim figure led to her amazing body again pouring out the top, her nipples just barely held in by the straining material.
A high heel was placed on the coffee table as she modelled for us, her shapely leg on display showing off the stocking, and the naughtily dramatic heel. I groaned my approval and told Mike to go into the kitchen and fix us another drink. Without a word he took the glasses and left.
I told Leah to climb on the table and lean back and spread her legs. The table was wide enough for her to rest on her elbows and spread her legs wide. On my command she began to rub her fingers up and down her pussy, showing her glistening pink, as wet with anticipation as her husband and I were hard. I slowly stroked my cock while she slipped a finger inside and let out a little moan. Unconsciously, her hips rocked forward with each movement, ever so slightly but making Leah need more. Her free hand moved up and stroked the top of her breasts.
Mike came back in with our glasses and as soon as he sat down I told Leah that that was enough in that outfit and to come back out with her favorite one. She gave me a smile knowing exactly which outfit she had in mind, took her finger out of her pussy and gave it a quick kiss before leaving the room.
Mike didn't get to see any of her show, but maybe the show wasn't for him; just me. I took my drink form him and thanked him again for it.
"Take out your cock Mike, this is getting good". As if waiting for permission Mike lowered his pants below his ass and out sprang his cock. As big as mine and thicker and just as hard. He started squeezing his balls and started his drink. I kept my cock inside my pants and matched his sip.
Leah was back in a quick moment: nothing but a body stocking. The fishnet covered her body and left everything exposed; her pussy, her ass, her tits and her body all on display for her husband and his friend.
"This is my favorite", she announced.
"Now we can begin". I replied. I gulped the last of my drink and Mike handed Leah hers which she finished in one pull. I placed my drink down at my side and told Leah to get on her hands and knees. She complied.
"Arch your back for me". She let her back sag, raising her ass in the air and holding her shoulders proud, showing off her body. Leah was looking at me with a cheeky smile. We both liked where this was headed.
"Crawl to me, Leah" She slowly on her hands and knees crawled to a spot right in front of me where my legs were spread wide. She looked up at me from that position inches from my cock. I finally let go of myself and interlaced my fingers behind my head.
I asked Mike what he thought his wife should do next. "Play with him dear, but don't use your hands". Leah grinned back at him at that last caveat. Turning her attention back towards me, she nuzzled her head against my thigh, making sure my legs were spread as wide as they could be. Nuzzling farther, she was stroking her nose up and down my cock, rigid of course and still behind the fabric. I felt a wet spot where I was playing the precum out of myself during her show.
I watched with amusement and satisfaction as Leah sighed into my body, equally satisfied at being so obedient to her husband and her guest. She was indeed obedient, but entirely on her own accord and on her own conditions; she wanted this as badly as I did, and her husband too, and I can only surmise the empowerment of fulfilling such lewd fantasies for the two men in the room.
She continued to bury her face in my pants against my cock. Soon she was biting my hardness though the fabric, and the heat of her breath was driving me insane.
"Stop" I said brusquely. Leah obeyed and sat back on her thighs, waiting for the next command. I stood up and shook my pants down, spring my cock out against my taught body above. I stepped out of them and stood above her, my cock waiving directly in front of her face.
"Tell her Mike". Without a pause Mike ordered his wife to suck my cock. Again with no hands. There was no coy look back at her husband this time. Leah was as if she was let off a leash; she dove on my cock and in one move took me all the way in her mouth. I gasped in the surprising wave of sensation washing over my whole body. Leah's bobbing was almost frantic and the wet sucking noises met her loud breathing.
"That's it baby, suck him...fuck yes" Mike was moaning his encouragement behind her as she kept going. He was fisting his cock, watching the show: he ass and pussy towards him and the rapid bobbing of her head and the obscene image of my cock sliding easily in and out of her mouth.
I ran both my hands down from the top of her head, caressing her body until her ass. I spanked her once on each cheek and grabbed them. I pulled her open for Mike to get a better view. I gently slid my finger up and down her ass, sliding easily and wet along her pussy. She moaned around my cock at the stimulation and bent her ass up towards me.
"I think she needs you Mike".
Mike grinned his approval of the idea and undressed. Naked, he came up to her and took over where my fingers had been, soon finger fucking his wife from behind. Finally Leah came off my cock. She started stroking her saliva and spit all over me and looked back at her husband. All she could do was moan and softly ask "...please".
She kept watching Mike as he got on his knees and spat on his thick cock. He teased her pussy with it for just a second and then slid all the way in. Effortless, wet, perfect. Leah's body nearly went limp and she slumped onto her elbows, her hands forgetting my cock and grabbing my calves for stability as she took her husband's as deep as he gave it to her. Mike groaned at how hot and tight and wet his wife was. She took him with all the poise as a married woman would take her husband.
Mike held himself all the way in her and ran his hands all over her body. Worshipping her and what she gave him he reached down and began to play with her pussy from around her leg. I watched with concentration as Mike and Leah began to fall into their rhythm. It was as if I was being let in on a secret that they would only share with me, and I was accepted to add to their secret and make new ones.