But Rickett and Rachael were different, still at that special, tentative stage where the fear of someone feeling betrayed or hurt would cause those little looks, seeking final permission before they gave themselves to a swinging partner. It was adorable and lovely, and Ros loved to see that. She’d been equally excited to catch Rachael’s look of lusty desire as her husband had drawn another woman into his arms, giving tacit approval and finding incredible arousal in seeing him with another woman.
Her kisses grew more fierce as her own ardor grew, her hands sliding down from his neck to gently press against his sides and chest, sliding there as she worshiped his body with her hands. Exploring his lithe muscles, feeling his power, and gently sneaking under his t-shirt to play against his abs. Her soft sighs and moans grew more fierce, now very specifically grinding against his cock over their clothes, her body gently shivering with each stroke. His delectable, rich dark chocolate scent was intoxicating, and his saliva and lips slightly echoed it. His beard tickled her chin, a sensation she wasn’t used to, but found delightful.
She heard a sound from beside them, and saw Bailey standing with Rachael in her arms, turned towards them so that they could enjoy the show. That look of intense passion on her wife’s face as she kissed someone else always made Roselyn’s pussy clench, especially as she moved to Rachael’s face. Flushed. Aroused. Heavy-lidded, with sparks of shock and dismay at how good it felt, and the very exposed, utterly soaked thong revealed by her dress riding up. It looked like Bailey might have notched another victim, and Roselyn could only smile.
She broke the lip-lock, started to kiss her way down Rickett’s neck, tugging again at his shirt, wanting to remove it. “Your wife seems to have sprung a leak kissing Bailey,” she whispered into his ear, teasing him. She knew those little sparks of possessiveness and jealousy were the keys to even greater pleasure, and the whole reason for swinging in the first place. “But then, I’m not much better. Rubbing against this big, thick cock in your pants, the way you’re holding and kissing me- you’ve got me soaked…”
She nibbled at his ear. “I want you… I need you… Rickett…” Her whispered voice like the most seductive succubus in that moment. “Would you like to make me your good girl while your wife watches~? Or… maybe you’d like to be my good boy, while I sit on your face and you clean up the mess you’ve made~.”
While enticingly, naughtily offered, she was still taking it slow, and still letting Rickett determine their pace.
Ana —
Bailey gave a soft moan into Rachael’s mouth as her breast was squeezed, her body giving a light shudder. Some people seemed to treat futas as just men with extra parts that were fun to look at- but nothing could be further from the truth for Bailey. Her breasts were actually at least as sensitive as Roselyn’s, and she could cum from breast stimulation alone, given enough skill and effort. Indeed, Roselyn had occasionally tied her arms behind her back, and spent all day gently toying with her breasts, reveling in watching arc after arc of thick cum fly through the air as Bailey had hands free orgasm after hands free orgasm from her breasts, her cock not allowed to get any rest.
She gave a soft growl of challenge into Rachael’s mouth, a grin forming on her face as she moved to lick along the nape of Rachael’s neck, before sucking a little hard, enough to leave a hickey. “I thought we were kissing only, Princess?” she said huskily. “If touching elsewhere is allowed, we’ll have to move to the next round~.”
Rachael found herself flipped up and her legs pulled around Bailey’s waste, her thong-covered panties pressing directly against Bailey’s steel-hard abs, her copper dress crunched up against her waist. One hand took a handful of Rachael’s hair, arching her neck back, while the other snuck down to Rachael’s lovely pert ass, firmly groping the inside of both cheeks. A smirk appeared on Bailey’s face, and without apparent effort, she began to move Rachael’s pussy up and down the rocky crags of her abs, grinding her on them while licking at the little mark she’d made on the fair skin of Rachael’s neck, her gaze burning into the brunette’s as she watched her reactions.
“Goodness princess, did it rain in here while I wasn’t looking?” She whispered as she tracked her way back up to Rachael’s lips, her kisses hungrier, fiercer, lapping the roof of her mouth and pummeling Rachael’s tongue with her own. “My chest seems to be soaked for some reason. Why might that be?” She continued to taunt, enjoying Rachael’s reaction.
One finger of the hand on Rachael’s ass snuck in between those cheeks, gently grinding and toying with Rachael’s anus through the thong, even as she could feel the woman’s clit rumble over her abs again. It was like Bailey was manually vibrating her poor, soaked snatch. “You were going to say something earlier, Princess. I think you were going to ask me for something~.” She leaned close, amber eyes like orange flames burning in Rachael’s own. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Princess.” She eyed the other couple, and chuckled. “Or maybe you’d prefer to calm down a bit? We could always sit and watch the show that’s about to start with Ros and your husband together~.”
It was domineering, and yet so gentle, letting Rachael choose how she wanted to proceed, all that incredible strength, stamina and power entirely at her disposal.
Brukalius —
Rickett felt an instinct to pursue Roselyn flood through him. His mouth already missed the hint of floral perfume that had seemed to seep into him. Panting, he opened his eyes confused only to feel her lips on his neck moving lower. Lower? Yes… he wanted her mouth lower… much lower… NO. He could feel her tugs on his shirt before he registered her words. His vision of the room consisted of Roselyn and a haze in the background. His hands left her body to grip the neck of his shirt and it slid off his body to land somewhere on the floor. As his hand returned to cup her beautiful cheek her words finally registered.
Rachael! Rickett had forgotten his wife in the heat of the moment and guilt hit him like a punch to the gut. His eyes searched the room and what he found hit just as hard. Rachael and Bailey had indeed started their own make out session. There his precious wife was, suspended in the arms of near perfection. He could appreciate perfection; he had three flawless examples of it in the room with him. This particular one was doing her job a little too well by the look at Rachael’s thong and the glistening wetness between her thighs.
Jealousy, as hot as the Roselyn’s kisses had been, burned alongside of the churning lust and desire. He could feel them building on each other and the guilt at forgetting his wife was an exceptional dressing. Bringing Rachael pleasure was his job… and he was good at it, but was he this good? He never expected the feelings to be so strong. ‘Pineapple’ was at the tip of his tongue and then a conversation with the wife he loved so dearly came back to him. They had been talking at length about what jealousy would feel like and how to deal with it. Rachael had told him something that had sounded good, but he hadn’t appreciated until just this moment. “Any pleasure you feel on this trip… know that I gave it to you.”
Rickett took a deep breath as he stared at his wife. She was having the time of her life by trusting him to understand that what was happening was an extension of him. She had accepted his pleasure with Roselyn and he knew Rachael was a jealous woman. They were in this together… no… all four of them were in this together. They trusted each other to take care of each other and feel good when the others felt good. Things were clicking into place more and more rapidly as he felt Roselyn trying to pull him back to her.
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