The Tease · Part 2 (2/2)
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Without thinking about it, I reached out and pulled the dress up to her neck and face. Then I hooked my fingers under the bottom of her bra and lifted it off her breasts, exposing them to the air. Her face was half-covered but I could see her eyes, and they were brimming with wild uncertainty.
The room was totally quiet. Except for our breathing, everyone was still. It was a tableau; me, pinning her arms with my knees; Judy, most of her face covered by her bunched-up dress, bra around her neck, breasts firm with erect nipples, rib cage flexing with her breathing, legs apart; Hank, holding her ankles and looking directly up at her crotch; Jim, by her side, crouched, looking from her bare breasts to her exposed pussy, and waiting like the opportunist he was for what might happen next.
She wasn't struggling any more. I thought I must be hurting her with the weight of my knees on her wrists, so I sat back and let her go. But, she didn't move; she just lay there, breathing, her eyes looking up at the ceiling almost vacantly. She couldn't see Jim or Hank because the dress prevented it. I was in her view, but she wasn't looking at me either. She just stared up at the ceiling. I stood up but nobody took notice. I moved to the side opposite Jim and sat down, but nobody even looked. Judy was virtually free from restraint. Hank kneeling between her legs, had only a token hold on her ankles. She could have pulled her dress down, sat up, got up, gone away, baked a pie and danced a polka. But, she didn't move. She just lay there, naked and exposed.
Nobody moved for the longest time, until Jim tentatively reached out a hand and ran his fingers over the tips of her nipples. Judy jumped slightly but the slight moan that escaped her lips encouraged him and he began to play gently with first her nipples and then her entire breast. Hank, who was taking the situation in hand, leaned forward, his hands moving up her thighs, dipped his head and kissed her on the inside of the thigh. Then he brushed his lips in long sweeping movements along the top of her leg.
Jim slid his hand down across her breast and, when she didn't protest, he also moved in, taking the other nipple into his mouth.
"Oh God," Judy moaned audibly, and, although it was a sound of dread, she didn't move a muscle. I sat there, few feet to the side, and watched, mesmerized.
'Whoa!' I thought. This is really out of hand. I knew I could and should stop it, but I couldn't act.
I wavered and watched as Hank moved his mouth into her pubic hair his tongue sliding directly to her clit. I became aware of an extremely urgent erection, so strong that it was painful.
"Oh God," Judy moaned again, this time without the tone of fear or dread, as Hank worked her with his tongue.
I knew Judy; I'd been married to her twelve years. Sex wasn't her strong suit. She didn't much allow oral sex, even though it was the only real way she could get an orgasm. That and direct manipulation with the fingers, which she didn't often allow either. I suspect she preferred to do it herself rather than allow somebody else to intrude. In fact I knew it because she'd told me so in a frank moment some time in the past. Not once during our marriage had she ever climaxed through intercourse. Never. Not once in twelve years with me, and according to her, not once ever.
These were cool, almost clinical observations. I watched Jim kissing her breasts, and Hank tonguing her black-haired box and I mused about her general lack of sexual appetite as she lay passively under their double attention.
But wait. Maybe not so passive. She started to roll her head from side to side, slowly at first but then faster until she was almost thrashing. The veins in her neck stood out and her teeth were clenched. No doubt about it. I hadn't seen it happen all that many times, but I knew that Judy was hitting an orgasm.
"Oh, God!" She began trusting her hips into Hank's face and then she screamed as the orgasm swept over her.
Then, she was quiet and still again.
"Oh God," she panted indistinctly through the clothes still bundled across her mouth. She sounded embarrassed. Even regretful. Reproachful, even. Jim and Hank had drawn away from her. She could have moved easily now. Nobody was touching her, let alone restraining her. But she just lay there, legs apart and arms flung out on the carpet. Then, the clear and unmistakable sound of a zipper broke the silence.
"Oh God," she said again, still panting from her orgasm, and I saw that Hank was undoing his jeans. I watched, frozen and fascinated, as he stood up to step out of them. His stiff cock waved in front of him as he bent down to her again. Jesus, what a cock he had! Although it wasn't very thick, it was very long! I'd seen him in the shower, but never with an erection. And what an erection he had!
Then, it came to me in a shock that he was going to fuck my wife! I was still grappling with the concept of it when he knelt down between her legs, poised himself above her on his hands and moved up close to her pussy. "Oh God," she said, as Hank moved in. I watched, mouth open, as he positioned his cock, rubbed it up and down and across her wetness several times and then slowly pushed forward and slid his cock all the way into her. She was so wet that her pussy enveloped that long tool without so much as a whimper.
"Oh, God!"
Jesus. Hank was fucking Judy. He was in there. Deep inside. All the way. My best friend was fucking my wife! And I was just sitting here watching. But not just sitting. Unconsciously, I had unzipped my fly, taken my cock out and was stroking it. The pain of that erection was almost unbearable.
Everything had been happening slowly. I had become quite detached. It all seemed like some sort of hypothetical experiment which had you pondering about the outcome. But now it was happening. Right in front of me. Hank was thrusting into her at a rapid pace, like he was afraid somebody was going to stop him and he had to get as much as possible before it ended. Little did he know the level of excitement that I was feeling right then. Who would stop him? Certainly not me, and not Judy. After her climax to his tongue she was loving everything he was doing. Her legs had come up gradually, higher and higher until they were wrapped around his waist. With each thrust, she was pulling him deeper into her.
Jim wasn't about to stop it either. He was just lying there, stroking his cock through his jeans and loving every minute of it.
We could all hear the sounds of their fucking. The slap of his balls against her ass, and the friction of it. Rapid, steady thrusting, not varying his pace at all, he just kept pounding away at her. Minutes later, it could have been five or ten, I couldn't tell because time had become blurred, he began grunting and hunching and driving harder and harder into her. Suddenly, he practically lunged into her and I knew that his cum was pouring into her. His face was a tight mask of passion and effort and concentration.
"Oh, God!" she screamed as his cum poured into her belly. "Oh, God!"
Then Hank collapsed on top of her body and lay with the side of his head on her breasts. They both lay perfectly still, panting loudly.
But not for long. Jim tapped Hank on the shoulder and without hesitation he withdrew from her, his half-hard penis coming out of her with a loud plop.
She moaned a soft, "Oh, God," as she lost the warmth of Hank's penis.
I hadn't seen Jim undressed, but there he was, totally naked and very hard. I looked at his cock, and remember thinking how big it was. I never knew he had such a cock. Although not as long as Hank's it was much, much thicker. He quickly took Hank's place between my wife's legs, his ready-to-go erection already pointing eagerly at her wet, black pussy hair.
Without hesitating, Jim leaned forward, parted that hair, and pushed his large cock directly inside. Even though he was much thicker than either me or Hank, his cock slid almost effortlessly into her very wet pussy. The wetness wasn't all Hank's either. She was wetter and more excited than I had ever seen her.
I remember thinking here we are: My wife, Judy, full of cum from a just completed hard fucking, and being fucked again already by my other very best friend. My stomach was sick, but my cock was hard and throbbing.
Jim started like a distance runner moving quickly and easily into his stride – intending to run the whole race – paced for the long haul. He wasn't concerned about being stopped. He knew I wasn't going to interfere, and Judy certainly wasn't going to end this. He had all the time in the world and he intended to make the most of this fuck. All these years he'd known my 'unapproachable' Judy, and now he was going to give her the fuck of her life.
The pace of his hips never varied – up and back, and then down and in, running hard, like a piston engine. I could see the muscles in his ass contract as he drove that large machine deep into my little wife. Noisy, too. He grunted with each stroke, and soon Judy began to respond with a small grunt of her own. Then I noticed that her hips were clenching in tune with Jim's. She was beginning to really enjoy this fuck also. Soon she was thrusting in time with Jim.
There were other noises, too. Hank's climax had filled Judy and the fucking was noisy as well. Wet. Sloshing. I watched in a stupefied daze.
This was not going to end soon. Jim was obviously a skilled and conditioned cocksman, and he was going all the way to the top of the mountain with my wife. They were both covered with sweat, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight that streamed through the windows.
"Unngh, unngh, unngh," Jim's grunts kept the steady pace and Judy was now responding stronger, her buttocks clasping hard each time he plunged into her.
"Ohhh, God," said Judy. I watched amazed as she lifted her legs and locked her ankles around his back. Her arms grabbed his head and she pulled Jim down to her body. His pounding now began to increase in tempo, as he sensed that my wife was approaching a climax.
"Unngh, unngh, unngh," louder and faster he went.
"Oh God, Ohhh God!" she said, much louder this time.
"Ooohhh, God, Ohhh GOD!" screaming now, over and over again.
Well, fuck me. I'd seen a lot today I had not expected to see, but what I was seeing took the gold medal. There she was. Judy, flat on her back on the living room carpet getting her brains fucked out in rapid succession by two old friends, wracked in orgasm.
"OOOHHH…." Then she collapsed, her legs dropping, her head falling back.
"Oh God!" she said, her voice cracking as she came down from it. But Jim was not done, not by a long shot. He was still going hard at it, he had now lifted her legs high up and placed them over his shoulders. He braced himself on his arms and pounded into her harder and harder, faster and faster. The dress was now around her neck and away from her face. She looked across at me, her eyes wide, pupils dilated, mouth open, panting. She kept looking at me and I kept looking at her as Jim pounded away. And then he lifted his head and grimaced and he too was unloading into her, and still looking into my eyes, she said it again and with startled surprise, almost a yelp.
"Oh God!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and lurched into another shaking spasm. She'd done it again. Who would believe that? Judy? My Judy? What the fuck was happening?
Nothing whatsoever, going by the body language coming from Jim and Hank. They were both zipped up and fully dressed in microseconds. And sheepish, avoiding my eyes, already leaning in the direction of the front door. Well hell, I knew that stuff.
Hank tried to mumble something, "I.. "
I cut him off, "You guys had better go," I said quietly.
They nodded very quickly, still avoiding eye contact. I trailed them to the door and they were down the path at a fast walk and away into Hank's car and gone at a speed only fractionally less than breakneck. I knew that stuff. They'd turn the corner and start shouting, "Jesus Christ," and punch each other in the shoulder. Of course they would. That's what I'd have done if I were them. But I wasn't. I was only the husband and I went back into the event room feeling blank.
Judy was still on the floor but she had rolled on her side. She struggled slowly to her feet as I came into the room and the dress rolled down her body of its own accord. She bent and picked up her panties, and without looking at me, she walked slowly down the hallway and into the bathroom. I heard the door shut.
I'm sitting here on the back porch looking out at the garden. I've run through it all in my mind. I know what happened but I can't work out why I let it happen. Pretty soon Judy will come out here and find me. She'll have to say something and I'll have to say something because we can't say nothing, either of us. I have no idea what she'll say. I have no idea what I will say. I'm trying to get some words together but it ain't working.
Fuck the lawn. Maybe I'll just go fishing.
The Tease · Part 2 (2/2)
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