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“I swear, J. What have you signed me up for now?” He sipped his beer and rolled his eyes.
“How about you? You’re married, I’m almost positive. Actually, don’t even answer that.” I sipped my beer.
“I’m not married. Besides, would that really matter to someone like you?” She smiled. A wide, toothy smile.
I quirked the edge of my mouth and looked down at my toes in the sand. “Someone like me?”
“Oh, get real.” She rolled her eyes and tilted her head toward my biceps, covered in tattoos.
“The tattoos? Or the piercings? ‘Cuz I’ve had some of these since I was thirteen. When I started working.” I got up to sit beside Leo in the sand. I came to chill with him. Not argue with milfy, who could most likely suck me seven ways to Sunday.
“Well, with all those muscles and painful art pieces on your body; you probably like the pain.” She sipped again, setting it on the sand, the glass immediately falling over. She folded her hands in her lap and waited for my response.
I laughed, softly. “Fucking with someone’s wife is an entirely different type of pain.”
“I know.” She said, composure radiating from her posture.
“I mean, kinky and masochistic are two very different things.” I smiled, shifting my body more in line with her vision.
“I like kinky.” She said, turning her head to the sea of people off in the distance. Girls screeched and laughed, and men shared beers and stories with red cups in their hands. The fire far enough away that we melted into the shadows cast by the row on cars behind us. I bit my lower lip to keep myself from grinning too wide. The tightening deep inside my belly was still ebbing from earlier. I needed that release. I wanted it badly.
It would be so easy for me to lay it on her right now. But it would turn ugly, no doubt. And I haven’t been here for very long. So, I sat next to my friend and stay silent instead.
“Kiss him.” She brought her thumb to her mouth and bit the nail. I looked at Leo, and his eyes were wide. Unexpected twist times a thousand.
“You said you’re open to new experiences.” Her voice was husky, daring me. I set down my beer in the sand and leaned into Leo. His face was flush, but I could see the desire behind his eyes. I took his jaw in my hand and tilted my head down to his. He smelled like tequila and limes. With sugar on the rim. I parted my lips to his and felt them against mine.
I felt dizzy.
Our lips worked over each other; his fingers tangled into my hair. Sand flecked my face and his, his heavy flicking tongue, sent jolts of pleasure to my cock. We ground our bodies together in the sand, his shaft hard against my abdomen. I broke the kiss, sitting up. Leo lay on the sand, chest rising and falling rapidly. I don’t think he expected that to happen, either.
Lyss’ voice cut into our small moment, “Wow, that was very sexy.”
I grabbed my hoodie from the chair, looking down over her. “Your turn. What do we get?” My dick was still half hard under my shorts. I watched her eyes flick down to the impressive bulge. She closed her eyes, laying back and making herself comfortable. Part of me thought she was just being a cock tease, bored with us now. But then she moved her fingers down over her chest.
Slowly, she let her legs fall apart. The crease in her bikini bottom pulled against her lips as she pivoted her hips upward. Her right hand fell to her breast, teasing and brushing her hard nipple. The other hand travelled down below her navel and under her thin suit. I stood and watched, unmoving, as she rolled her hand in circles under the black fabric. A small moan escaped her lips as she pinched her nipple and rubbed faster. My dick was at a full twelve o’clock and it throbbed against the waistband of my shorts.
“I really want to help you with that.” Leo’s lips were at my ears, his hand grazing my cock. I felt his hand brush the head, jolting through my body like a shock. He wrapped his fingers around its girth, gripping it and licking my ear.
A jagged breath left my body as his hand moved up and down. I let the pleasure roll through me, stroke after stroke. My legs buckled, and I tried not to sink to my knees, grunting as he stroked. “I’ve thought about stroking this cock since we were in high school, J.” Leo moaned into my ear.
I came as soon as the admission left his lips. Erupting into my shirt and all over my abs. Her orgasm followed behind mine. She cried out sweetly, slumping into the chair with her hand still inside her bikini. I never wanted to fuck two people more in my entire life. But this woman, this dark goddess, and her sinful eyes. I wanted to see what was behind them, what naughty thoughts were inside her head.
I watched as this stranger splayed in a chair in front of us and fingered her pussy. My body felt warm and light, my heartbeat faster. While I was getting exactly what I had wanted earlier; suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about my mouth on hers. I stood from where I knelt, abs still wet from my climax. She sat in the chair, her body limp and satisfied, but her hooded eyes were on me.
I towered over her seated body and knelt before her. Her eyes never left mine, and I brought my face to hers. She remained unmoving, her body still trembling with pleasure. I could smell the lotion on her skin. I wanted to know more about her than just the smell of that skin. I wanted to hear more about her. What she had to say.
What wild things she likes to do in the bedroom. I wanted to taste her. Her lips were soft, and my kiss was rough as her tongue slipped into my mouth. I let out a quiet groan.
“Tell me your name.” I said, her forehead on mine and our lips still inches from one another. My dick strained against my shorts.
Her lips curved up into a smile and then parted. “Lyss. Just call me Lyss.”
Masturbation isn’t cheating.No one touched me, and I touched no one else.
Well, except for that kiss.
That kiss with that gorgeous man. The one I couldn’t stop thinking about. He was young; he had to be. I doubt he was old enough to rent a car. I’d even say he didn’t own one, either. I’m at the age now where I wouldn’t mind rolling in bed with the son or dad; they both looked fine to me. I may only be thirty-six, but I’ve seen a few things.
