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"Best invitation I've had all night," Craig replied getting up and putting his arm round me.
I led him upstairs and showed him into a spare bedroom. I had toyed for some time as to whether we should have sex in Kevin's and my room, after all being fucked by a lover in the marital bed is considered by many to be pretty bad form, but I was feeling particularly naughty.
"Give me a couple of minutes," I told him "Then come into my room, I'll be waiting for you."
It was fairly dark for I had turned the lights right down. I would have liked to have used candles, but the smell lingers and that would have been hard to explain to Sara, so I had to rely on dimmed lights instead.
I removed my bra and lay on the bed, near to one edge. I wrapped the lacy nightdress round me so the top of my body was pretty much covered, but my nylon clad legs, still with the black
patent leather high heels on, poked out. I raised one knee so my foot was on the bed and put my hands behind my head and waited.
The door was slowly pushed back and then Craig came through.
"Jesus Amanda, this is fantastic."
"Thanks, come here."
He came over and went to lie beside me.
"No, stand there beside the bed."
"OK, now what?"
"Undress for me, let me see you."
He did that well. Not like a stripper, but confidently and assuredly in the knowledge that he had a good body and a great cock both of which he slowly revealed to me.
"Mmmm, very nice," I said looking up at his fully erect penis and unusually large balls, which were just above and slightly to one side of my face.
"So?"
"Just watch for a moment," I told him, sliding my arms from above my head to down by my sides. I kept my eyes on his loving that look of lust and other emotions, which I'd seen many times; he had very expressive eyes.
I slipped my hands inside the robe and found my bare breasts. I cupped them and took the nipples, which were of course already hard as they had been almost continuously since I had donned the sexy outfit, between my thumbs and forefingers. I knew that he couldn't see what I was doing, but he must have guessed.
"Pull it open Craig," I croaked feeling immensely worked up. I was in my element, but had no real idea why.
"Oh my lord, oh Christ," he groaned as he saw my bare tits and my hands caressing them.
I smiled. "Like that?" I asked rolling them together as I squeezed and pinched the soft, yielding flesh.
"Like it, I fucking love it," he grunted starting to get onto the bed.
"No, stay there," I said sharply, running one of my hands downwards and stroking my tummy.
"Why?"
"Just do as I say, ok?"
"Ok," he said slowly standing up alongside the bed again watching my vampishly, scarlet painted fingernails of my right hand slide inside the elastic waistband of my black, silk French knickers.
His hand, involuntarily it seemed, but exactly as I'd hoped, went to his cock. He stroked its length a couple of times with his fingertips before gripping it.
"Ok?"
"Oh yes Craig, very much so," I breathed back. I adore seeing a man wank himself.
My fingers inside my panties stroked across my mound and down to the start of that slit, which holds the most sexually sensitive part of a woman's body. I parted the folds and exposed my clit to my other hand which I had slithered down my tingling skin to go also inside the French knickers. Our eyes were flittering from looking at what the other's hands were doing to holding the other's gaze. It was a hugely erotic atmosphere.
