as he did so;
"Martin is gonna want to fuck you so fucking hard when he sees you.. God...mmmm... I watched him looking at you last time we saw him.... He was just staring at your tits...oh yeah - just like that baby.... I bet he dreams about pushing his cock inside you... I bet he closes his eyes when he's fucking Linda and sees you beneath him..... OH....I'm gonna tell him he can fuck you... cum inside you if he wants....OH FUCK...."
With that last shout I felt his cock start to jump in my mouth and the warm strings of his cum hit the back of my throat and slide down for me to swallow. I held his balls, as I always do when he cums, and felt them squeeze and contract, squeeze and contract...
As he took his cock out of my mouth and sorted his clothes out I stood, a little shaky and breathless (and a little wet between the legs) from what he had been saying, as usual.
"Do you think he does - you know, want me, really?", I asked.
"What? Oh God - of course - I caught him looking at you like 20 times in 5 minutes when we bumped into them, and I mean looking AT you, you know what I mean."
Suddenly the evening took on a slightly more dangerous and exciting overtone and I rushed to finish getting ready. We headed out on time, unusually. Steve was wearing a trusty single-breasted black suit and apart from looking like we could be off to a funeral I think we conveyed a sophisticated, relaxed image of a couple comfortable with themselves.
We held hands walking down to the bar and Steve amused himself by counting how many men (he claims) looked at me in an "interested" way as we made our way through the busy streets. Sometimes he'd elaborate; "Ooh - that one just got caught by his girlfriend checking you out - she's not happy.." etc..
We arrived at the bar and sat in the booth we had reserved by the window - perfect for observing the street life and for making sure Martin and Linda saw us on arrival.
We had already started our first takes when I saw them walk past "our" window and to the bar door behind us. Steve saw too and stood to attract their attention as they entered. As they walked over to us I stood and was pleased to see that Martin was dressed very nicely indeed - crisp, expensive white shirt, black trousers with an understated belt and buckle and very fine looking black leather shoes - Italian I would guess. Linda looked elegant and sexy in a tailored white blouse and grey knee-length trousers, met by expensive looking brown leather boots.
We air-kissed all round and they joined us as Steve signalled a waitress. Steve and Martin sat opposite Linda and I and we began making small talk as the guys decided which beer to order. I watched Martin quite carefully and got a slight thrill of excitement as I noticed he did indeed have a wandering eye. The waitress was leaning in front of him to point out something on the bar menu to Steve. She was probably about 20, blonde, pretty, good figure, Eastern European accent. Martin was very blatantly staring directly down her top, the top three buttons of which she had left un-fastened. Using that sixth sense guys seem to have he flicked the focus of his eyes up the instant she switched her attention to him, Steve having ordered his beer. In that moment between staring at her tits and looking at her face our eyes met and he started - blushing a little as he found new interest in the menu in her hand.
I glanced back at him and silently signalled that it was OK - I didn't care and wasn't about to remonstrate with him - amazing what your eyes can convey. He must have got the message because he relaxed immediately and as the takes arrived we started chatting happily between the four of us - a mixture of old times, recent events and setting the world to rights as is usually the case when holy water is involved.
At about ten o'clock our hosts stood and, with genuine eagerness announced that we should go to their house as dinner would be ready. We gathered our stuff and followed them out onto the thronging street, getting a little seperated from them as we allowed revellers to weave between us. Steve spoke quietly to me as we followed them, "He really wants you - as good as told me so...said how lucky I was, how he'd always wanted to be with a really tall woman so he could try a proper sixty-nine.... Whenever he stood to go to the toilets he stared down down at the top of your thighs if your legs were crossed, or your tits.. he's hard for you - I know he'd take you if he could..I'm going to ask him.."
Normally I would have calmed Steve a little at this point - he'd had a lot to take and was getting a bit carried away in the moment, but partly because I knew these people and mainly because I doubted Steve would go through with it and even if he did it was unlikely to happen ,I just listened. I admit, however, that listening did re-dampen my knickers a little and my nipples had sprung into life, pushing against my lacy bra.
An awful lot of the excitement of our lifestyle for me is the anticipation and the fantasy element of situations we find ourselves in. I have had huge orgasms just listening to Steve tell me one of his stories, or detail what he is going to get some guy to do to me, sometimes on the phone and sometimes whispered directly in my ear - often without either him or me even touching my pussy.
By the time we followed Martin and Linda through the front door of their Victorian town-house therefore, I was really quite aroused, and grateful for the respite that sitting at their dining table with Linda brought - chatting about decor and builders costs as Steve helped Martin bring the food in from the kitchen. The boys went backwards and forwards as we allowed ourselves to be waited on - starters were eaten and well received and wine was flowing well.
Despite our numerous offers Steve wouldn't hear of Linda or I getting involved in plate carrying or clearing so we passed the evening very pleasantly through the main course (a delicious Lasagne) and desert without having to lift a finger.
When the last food remnants were removed to the kitchen we sat in the lulling light of the candles on the table, nursing brandy glasses as we talked. Linda was opposite me, next to Steve, who was facing Martin seated on my right.
Steve had steered the conversation to relationships and the topic of monogamy and was on his bandwagon about the senseless inability of many couples to separate love and sex. After a lively debate in which we all seemed, rather takesenly, to be arguing the same point, Steve blurted out that he and I had a "sexually open" relationship, so none of the normal problems applied to us.
There followed a familiar line of questions from both Martin and Linda about what exactly that meant - did we have sex with other people? how did the other one feel about that? how many / how often? etc etc..
They did seem very interested indeed, and I had been doing my best to answer all their questions honestly and clearly, until, that is, I felt a hand on my right thigh. I glanced at Martin who was still vigorously debating a point with Linda and Steve while slowly sliding his hand up my thigh towards my pussy.
I didn't object either physically or verbally - after the initial shock he must have felt me relax as he slid his hand back down my leg as far as the hem of my dress and pulled gently at it. I shifted slightly out of my seat to allow him to pull my dress up under me and eagerly, perhaps a little sluttishly, parted my thighs as his hand went straight to the dampness between my legs.
I will remember the first orgasm I had that night for a long time.. I happened to be attempting to hold a conversation with Martin's girlfriend as he firmly rotated his middle finger over my clit, through my by now very wet knickers. At the precise moment I came Linda was saying "I don't think I'd care too much if it was just sex - I mean if he just got takes and fucked some slut and I didn't know about it, then who cares right?" exactly as she said "fucked some slut" I wet my knickers, and her boyfriends fingers..
After another hour or so we moved into the lounge - big, airy room with high ceilings and four sofas arranged in an exploded square, facing each other over a long, low oak table. This meant that all of us could stretch out, kick our shoes off and relax. Martin lay opposite me and we all seemed to be in the mood to keep the conversation sexual, with lots of tales of past loves, conquests and the normal stuff like the riskiest place any of us had ever had a sexual experience.
I think we were all quite aroused, although probably none more than me, and I often saw both Martin and Steve shift their body positions to hide or make more comfortable their erections in their trousers as the conversation ranged.
At about 3 in the morning Linda announced that she had had a wonderful evening but she had to get up the next day to go and see her parents, so much as she regretted it, she was going to have to drag her exhausted body up to bed. She insisted, however, that this should not mean that we had to leave - we could stay down here with Martin as long as we liked. Proper kisses and hugs were exchanged and she padded off upstairs. I heard the normal noises of retirement above our murmurs of conversation - light switches, running water and doors closing.
When the sounds from upstairs had stopped Steve changed the subject abruptly;
"So - did he make you cum darling? - I said he could.."
"What?", I replied, "oh - erm, yes... under the table, he did.. but.."
Steve and Martin chuckled and Steve said, "We spent ages talking about it in the kitchen when we were sorting out the food - I told him I like to watch you with other men and that you fancied him, and asked if he wanted you. Martin said he really, really wanted you and I bet him that if he touched you you would let him, and that you'd already be wet."
Martin was grinning at me, as was Steve. "And boy, were you wet.." said Martin..
I felt a little trickle between my thighs again as I realised this secret conversation about me had taken place, and that Steve had basically offered me to this man.
"So, Martin - would you like to fuck my wife?", said Steve.
In answer, Martin rose to his feet, fixed his gaze on me and unfastened his belt. Releasing his zipper and buttons he allowed his trousers to drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I could see a very large bulge in his boxer shorts and he reached into them from the waistband and pulled out a very nicely shaped, large and very hard cock.
I wanted it. Without saying a word I turned by back to them, rested my elbows and chin on the back of my sofa and waited as I heard Martin take the three or four steps across the room. The sofa creaked a little as it took the weight of his knees between my open legs. I felt my knickers dragged to one side and then the delicious feeling of the hot tip of his cock bumping between my inner thighs. I shuffled back a little, bending my back and pushing my arse toward him and then - Jesus - it was in me.
Martin placed his hands next to my elbows on the back of the sofa and pushed, slowly at first, deep into me. As he fucked me his pace began to pick up and he started to stand fully at the end of each stroke, lifting me a little from the sofa with each thrust. Even had I not been able to feel it trickling down my inner thighs I could hear just how wet I was as he slid in and out of me, his breathing hard and the occasional grunt escaping him. From my point of view, my head hanging over the back of the sofa, I could see the bottom of the stairs in the hallway through the glass in the lounge door. A wave of panic and exhilaration washed over me as I realised I was being watched - Linda was sitting on the stairs facing me - looking directly at me.
Our eyes met, mine displaying a combination of panic and lust I would imagine, and she immediately shook her head and put a finger to her lips in a "shhh" gesture, before dropping her hand between her legs. Linda was wearing relax shorts and as I watched her watching me, she pushed her hand down past the waistband and started to masturbate, keeping her legs together and rubbing her knees against one another.
As soon as she started I came on Martin's cock - it was so fucking intense, looking into her eyes as her boyfriend plunged into me, that my whole body shuddered and my legs shook uncontrollably. Martin took this as an indication he was doing something right, which he was, and started fucking me harder and faster, his grunting and breathing getting louder and louder. When Linda came I saw her rise slightly from the stair, open her legs wide, pushing her crotch toward me and tipping her head back so her hair touched the floor behind her. I came again, loudly.
Linda left her hand inside her shorts, moving more slowly now, and resumed watching my face intently.
"Fuck..", said Martin from behind me, "I'm ready... can I...can I cum inside you, please...?" I didn't have time to answer as Steve grunted "YES - DO IT", from the other sofa. I recognised that gruff tone and knew that he had his cock in his hand, stroking as he watched us.
"Do it - DO IT - cum inside her, fill her up - DO IT!"
Martin pushed hard into me, lifting me clear of the sofa by a good couple of inches and I felt his cock jump once, twice, ten times as he shot his load into me, whisper-shouting "FUCK FUCK FUCK" as he let it go..
I saw that Linda was frantically rubbing herself again - her wrist moving in and out of the waistband of her shorts until she struck that beautiful orgasm pose for me once more.
After Martin pulled out of me I was expecting Steve to unload into my pussy as well. When he didn't I turned to see that he had already cum over his shirt and was sitting in a trance, his dazed eyes taking some seconds to lock onto mine, his face breaking into a smile as he and Martin said, together "THAT was fucking incredible".
I concurred.. we left soon afterward with promises to do the same again some time soon, maybe at our place. There was a big effort on the boy's part to make sure I knew it must be a secret from Linda. When we got home I revealed that it was far from a secret from Linda and in my opinion she was far from upset by the whole thing - much to the amazement of Steve, who made me tell him every detail of the whole episode from my point of view as he went down on me, making me cum several more times before we fell arelax - and I slept for a long, long time
