Monday, August 4, 2008

Playing With Old Friends-V

Franny and I had long ago settled into married sex, into the you know where to touch me and I know where to touch you kind of sex, not the mindblowing fuck your brains and and don't give a damn kind of sex, and I had felt for some time that we were just going through the motions of it, getting off and getting each other off. But the earth had long since ceased to move for her, and I knew that I was giving her what she needed, but not what she wanted. And so I had kept hidden the notion of her having rampant sex with another man, kept silent the thought of watching her get fucked silly, until she was weak in the knees and couldn't walk straight. And now, somehow, this woman with the suckable nipples knew, and she knew it all. And she was pushing me towards it, towards that precipice, towards the edge from which there could never be a return.

She took my hand and pulled me back down the hallway towards the kitchen, which was now strangely dark and shrouded in shadows. We stopped in the doorway, and I realized that all the shades had been drawn, and the light entering the kitchen was only refracted sunlight from the west facing window, the light coming through the trees as the sun began to set. Tommy had grabbed a low stool from the corner of the kitchen that we normally used as a spare dining room chair when we had lots of company. He'd sat on it in the center of the room, his legs stretched out before him, low enough so that he could position Franny straddling him and still standing. I watched as she reached down between her legs and grabbed his penis at the base, steering it towards her opening, slowly starting to crouch down to put it into herself, her cunt and thighs awash and glistening with wetness.

I saw her slowly and carefully manuever the head to her opening, posing still as she became accustomed to the huge head entering her, his hands reaching forward to her waist on either side. He leaned back just a bit for balance, and began to pull her down on his cock, her eyes opening wider still, her breath escaping from her mouth along with a wordless moan which continued on and on until she reached the base. Her eyes glazed over, their focus long gone, her gaze far in the distance, as she rested, her jaw still dropped and her mouth still open in a silent o, her feet barely touching the floor. I reached my hand down and started to masturbate, knowing that I was longer and harder than I had been for a long time, more aroused by seeing Franny gone far away, her reason deserting her in search of pure pleasure. Slowly she began to rock her hips back and forth, her torso leaning back, her head flung back, her eyes now closed, her mouth still hung open as tongue protruded slightly. Tommy also leaned back ever so slightly, so that her feet could gain greater purchase on the floor. She began to grunt in rhythm to the thrusts her pelvis was making, exhaling every time she pushed forward, the grunts becoming louder as she intensified her thrusting. Tommy looked over at us, I slowly stroking my cock for fear of cumming on the kitchen floor in 30 seconds, Gayle frozen in space watching her childhood friend hammering her husband's dick with her pubic bone.

"Gayle, could you shut this bitch up? She's gonna wake up the whole neighborhood if she keeps this up." And with that, Gayle left my side, leaving me alone to watch as the couple devoured Franny, chasing all rationale from her mind. Gayle crossed behind, allowing her to lean back further from Tommy and against Gayle, her cunt now thrust forward by the extremity of the position. Gayle grabbed her head and turned it just enough to the right to plant her voracious mouth on it, and I could see her plunging her tongue in Franny's mouth as if it were another dick, swirling and twirling around her lips, taking the upper one between her teeth and pulling it slightly, snaking her hands underneath Franny's arms to grab her breasts and tweak her nipples, moving her hands in small circles, her thumbs and forefingers holding the very nipple tips and moving them in opposing circles. I continued to slowly move my hand up and down my cock, so moved by the spectacle before me, the astonishing picture of my gentle wife being eaten alive by her own sexuality and the lust of others.

3 comments:

Joy, Shared said...

There's something about that visual, isn't there? It sticks with you ...

Shelly said...

Just one word....Wow!

moonheart said...

This is hot!