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Phil continued. "But this time I'll be the one watching and stroking myself."
Wow. I coulndn't believe I'd actually just heard this. He was going to turn his sweet wife over to me and sit there and watch?
"Really?"
"Really."
Upstairs, Chris was just coming out of the bathroom, wearing a bright yellow cotton thong which she proceeded to peel off as Phil and I undressed. They then embraced and kissed before he coaxed her onto her back on the bed.
Stepping away, Phil gestured an invitation to make myself at home. Settling in between her creamy thighs I began ministering to her pink folds with my tongue, probing until I found her love kernel then tormenting it until she erupted. With every visit her orgasms seemed to be more intense and this was no exception.
Glancing over at Phil, I rose slightly, moving my body upward into a position that permitted me access to her rigid nipples, first tweaking them with my fingertips and then licking and sucking on them. Chris responded with a heaving chest and moans of delight. After a few minutes of attending to her breasts, I moved further upward to kiss her neck and earlobes, then chin, cheek, and finally lips before settling in for some serious spit swapping and tongue wrestling.
At this point, my swollen cock was pressed firmly against her patch of soft pubic fur and we proceeded to grind our crotches against each other. Repositioning myself, I let my shaft slip lower and then between her thighs so that I could slide it back and forth against her sodden quim. She was totally lost in the fever of the moment, a woman in heat wanting nothing other than to have her cunt filled with throbbing manmeat.
I looked over at Phil. He was stroking away on his swollen shaft, a huge grin on his face. I watched as he mouthed the words "Go for it."
Repositioning myself again ever so slightly brought the tip of my cock directly into contact with Chris's pussy. With a little push, the head entered her and she squirmed slightly, attempting to impale herself further on the shaft. I pushed more, burying the entire length deep inside her.
Chris gasped and opened her eyes. I think she suddenly realized that it wasn't her husband's member inside her, but then she relaxed and gave herself up to the pure pleasure of the moment, wrapping her hands behind my neck and interlacing her fingers. I began to slowly pump away. She was delightful inside - hot, tight, and slippery. We settled in to a slow, languid rythm cock sliding against vagina, occasionaly hitting against her cervix. At one point she whispered in my ear a simple "Fuck me baby, mmmm... fuck me, just like that, yeah.".
When she came, it was explosive, with a wail that came from somewhere deep inside. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and she squeezed me tightly with both her legs and arms. That drove me over the edge and I too erupted, blasting my seed deep inside her.
We lay there like that for several minutes while our hearts stopped racing and we caught our breath. Remembering that Phil was there, we both looked in his direction where he sat, no longer stroking his swollen member, but still grinning from ear to ear. I slid out and off of Chris and she slipped off the bed to head for Phil. Reaching for his cock she grasped it and it twitched, immediately spurting a geyser of creamy white goo that splattered all over her chest and abdomen. My juice was now running down the inside of her thigh as well and she scooted off for the bathroom.
The sound of the shower running soon issued forth. Phil gave me a thumbs up and headed in the same direction. Returning with two moistened washcloths he handed me one. I mopped off the residue of lovemaking and dressed.
"That was incredible. I loved watching."
"It was pretty intense."
"She was like an animal with you."
I just smiled and tied my shoes. As I started to head out, Chris emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her torso. I gave her a long embrace and she countered with a similiar kiss.
"I'm so glad we decided to include you in our lovemaking Dave."
"Me too."
The End.
Mankinda
Chapter One
He shifted from foot to foot and held a sign reading "Angie Bowman." It was nine a. m. at O'Hara International airport. Finally, passengers were pouring out of the run way, past the counter, and into the walkway. A tall gorgeous brunette wearing her hair in a pony tail and a sexy deep cut V-neck sweater, a matching knee length skirt and four inch hells walked up to him.
"I'm Angie, who the fuck are you? She asked angrily.
"Shealy, Rick Shealy, Bob Crane asked me to pick you up."
"Where the fuck is he?"
"Something came up about the party. I think the caterer backed out at the last minute."
"You'll have to do," she said, "I'm horny as hell. I've been thinking about a quickie since leaving Dallas. Let's go," she took him by the arm heading toward the terminal.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
