Page 53 of Just Past Two

“I’m not the only one good with my mouth. Abby is pretty damn impressive.” He smirked.

Rather than blushing like usual, Abby laughed, and Sam felt a rush of pride that surprised him.

“Oh?” Jo leaned her head on her husband’s shoulder and looked up at him. “I think I’d like to watch that.” She turned to look at Abby, who was still gaping and blushing and, inexplicably, smiling broadly. “You know, Abby, Sam’s right over there.”

Abby looked up at Sam, and her eyes filled with longing, not embarrassment, but that consuming lust he loved to see on her. Slowly, she shifted up onto her knees and inched over to where he sat, licking her lips, and she was actually going to do this. Fuck, that took his cock from half hard to aching in no time, and by the time she got his zipper down, he sighed with the relief of having his erection freed from his clothes.

Abby’s hot, wet mouth on his cock made him gasp and grip the armrests of the chair. He was getting a blow job in front of his friends, and they were watching like this was the most fascinating thing in the world. Stephan reached an arm over Jo’s shoulder and ran his thumb across her nipple through her shirt, making her shift more into his touch and sigh. Sam looked away from them to look down at Abby, who was bobbing her head on his erection like she couldn’t get enough of him. He didn’t want to come yet, but it took all his self-control to hold off. Jo whispered something to Stephan before Stephan got up off the couch and knelt behind Abby on the floor. She lifted off Sam’s cock in surprise, obviously feeling someone behind her. Stephan was there, waiting, and he cupped her face and brought her mouth to his. Watching another man kiss his wife was…unbelievable. She made this soft whimpering noise into Stephan’s mouth, and Stephan started to pull at her clothing. Abby let him tug her sweater off, then the undershirt she wore, and he unfastened her bra with ease. She looked first up at Sam, then over at Jo, and then closed her eyes entirely as Stephan cupped both her breasts and began to caress them.

“Abby, your breasts are gorgeous.” Stephan kissed her down her neck, and she shifted so she was leaning back against Sam’s legs, her head lolling against his knee. Stephan worked quickly on the rest of her clothes while she breathed raggedly, dazed, reaching down to help when he couldn’t get her jeans off. Before Sam could fully process what was happening, Abby was naked on the soft carpet in front of the fireplace, and Stephan had leaned down and taken one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched up, body tensing and relaxing with each stroke of sensation.

Jo had unzipped her jeans and slid one hand down the front of her pants, lazily touching herself with a relaxed expression on her face. She nodded her head toward what was happening on the floor, one eyebrow raised, and Sam licked his lips. Abby turned her head to the side, her expression dazed. She opened her eyes and gasped; Stephan had tucked a hand between her legs, and although Sam couldn’t see exactly what Stephan was doing, he could definitely see the effect it was having on Abby. She was beautiful. Blissed-out, slowly dragged through her own arousal by someone else, she was the picture of perfection. Sam reached down to pinch the nipple that Stephan wasn’t currently sucking and biting, making her squirm anew. She shifted her hips, arching into Stephan’s hand, making pleasant, soft moaning noises.

“Stephan.” Jo’s voice sounded clear and calm from the couch, maybe a little breathless. She didn’t stop touching herself as she talked to him, and everyone looked over at her, even Abby, who blinked a few times in a daze. “I want to watch you two fuck her.”

Jesus Christ. Abby gasped and then moaned as Stephan rubbed her again. Stephan turned to Abby. “I want you on my cock. Do you want that?”

Abby nodded. “Yes. Please.” She shivered. She looked up at Sam, turning her head, her eyes asking permission as if he hadn’t already given her permission.

Stephan pulled his hand away, putting his fingers in his mouth immediately. The sight of that made Abby laugh breathlessly. “I can’t think straight when I watch you do that.”

Stephan grinned. “That’s why I do it.”

Sam stroked his hand through Abby’s hair. “You should suck his cock.”

Abby licked her lips, paused, and nodded.

Her sweet upturned ass presented a welcome sight as she turned to Stephan, who was sitting on the floor already unbuckling his belt. Swatting his hands away, Abby took over, freeing his dick. She wasted no time bending down and taking him into her mouth. Sam never really got to listen to the noises Abby made when she sucked cock; he was always too worked up by the sensation of her tight, wet mouth around him. Now, watching Stephan close his eyes and tip his head back, he was able to fully concentrate on Abby’s small hiccuping moans and murmurs. Her pussy was right there, slick and aimed toward him, barely visible between her thighs. When he leaned over, he was able to easily slide two fingers into her warm wetness.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Jo’s voice from the couch made Sam turn. She was half undressed, her jeans pushed down around her thighs, one hand dipping in and out of her folds as she watched the sight on the floor in front of her. Sam turned his hand palm down, using his thumb to find Abby’s clit and rub against it as he pressed his fingers into her pussy. She shivered and shoved herself back against his hand, fucking his hand as she sucked Stephan’s cock. Another shifting noise from the couch, and Jo pulled her pants back around her hips and then stepped out of the room. Where was she going? She returned a moment later from down the hall, carrying something. She came and knelt down on the floor next to them, not close enough to touch, but it was still enough that Abby sat up abruptly, glassy-eyed and surprised. Sam took his hand away and let her sit back.

“It’s okay.” Jo held up the items, which were condoms and lube. Abby laughed, breathless.

“Yeah?”

“Of course.” Jo smiled lopsidedly.

Abby turned to face Stephan, who was already grabbing a condom, and then back to Sam, her expression questioning. Behind them, Jo cleared her throat, and they all looked over to the couch.

“You know, I think I have something to make this much more interesting.” From her fingers, she dangled a black blindfold.

…

With the blindfold on, Abby couldn’t see as she was walked down the hallway, presumably to the bedroom. It was definitely Sam’s hand in hers, his hand on the small of her back. Wearing the blindfold, she wasn’t even self-conscious about being naked in front of everyone. With the sexual stimulation temporarily stopped, her mind was settling back into place, letting her wonder about and anticipate what was to come.

No one spoke. She trusted the people she was with. When her legs hit the soft edge of a bed, she carefully climbed on, feeling the blankets already pulled back and the sheets exposed. The bed dipped on either side of her, and she imagined Jo sitting in the chair in the corner and watching, just like Sam had done before. But then there were hands on her body, hands she couldn’t see and could only feel, and she lay back and gripped the sheet below her and felt instead of thinking.

One mouth on her nipple, then another mouth on the other nipple, hot, wet, sucking and biting, unevenly paced and keeping her on the knife-edge of confusion. She thought she’d be able to tell the difference between the two men, but she couldn’t. It was just sensation, each moment coming too hard and fast for her to parse them out and separate them. Someone’s hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit, more aggressively than she usually did but also perfect. She couldn’t stop herself from making so many noises. Fuck, this had not been her exact fantasy, but why not? She should have spent way more time fantasizing about this.

She was being coaxed over onto her belly, so she rolled over, and then her hand was guided to a hard cock. Sam’s? It felt like Sam’s, but she couldn’t be sure, and that made it even hotter when she leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. Surprising how difficult it was to tell them apart without looking, with the scents mingling, but not knowing was even better. Especially when a hand on the side of her head guided her off that cock and onto another. She was sucking each of them in turn, and she felt like such a slut in the way that made her absolutely soaked between her legs.

“Good girl,” Sam crooned, and fuck, that could make her explode. She sat back and licked her lips, catching her breath and gathering herself.

Stephan’s voice sounded just as strung-out as Abby felt. “I want to fuck your wife.” He was talking to Sam, not to Abby, and that was a little crazy, that feeling of being used.

She laughed, feeling breathless and a little light-headed. “I want that.”

Jo’s voice reminded Abby she was there. “We all want that.”