“Up to you babe.” James sounded as uncertain as she looked. She rose slowly from her seat, leaving his hand behind, and sat down to the right of Tom, opposite Melanie. He turned to face her, opening his knee out for her to reach in. She kept her eyes trained on Melanie’s seductive smile, until her fingers made contact with his trousers, then her whole hand, feeling it beneath her fingers and palms, and then caressing in the same manner that Melanie had. Her eyes fell to stare at the bulge, eyelids half closed, mouth half open in an instinctive, imperceptible snarl of arousal.
“He’s… very hard, yes.”
Her fingers continued to move over the fabric, feeling the outline of his cock. She felt a strong twitch, then another, gasping slightly at each.
“It’s moving…”
“He does that when he gets really excited.”
“It’s true” Tom murmured, his face hovering close to Sara’s. “It’s you. You’re doing that.”
She kept caressing the twitching, hardened mass beneath his trousers, glancing at his longing expression, at Melanie’s smile as she stroked his shoulders and chest. Knowing what would come next if she gave in any further. Feeling James’s eyes on all three of them, wondering why he hadn’t said anything. She locked eyes with him again. That look, that expression of deep want, that she now returned, gazing at his handsome, subtly time-weathered face, wanting his lips. Their faces wavered close to one another for a while, searching for certainty, each waiting for the other to move, her hand grasping and stroking at his cock all the while, until she fell forward just an inch, meeting him in a kiss that swiftly turned into several. Slow, lingering kisses, replete with miniscule moans of surprise at herself, her chest filling with exhilarated warmth as he sighed deeply into her mouth.
James breathed heavily, watching his girlfriend sink into his boss, unable to find the words or the will to stop the show. He glanced at Melanie, and found her already staring back at him, that knowing grin plastered across her lips. Without taking her eyes off him, she reached for her husband’s waistband, and unbuttoned his trousers, peeling the fabric aside and reaching in, tucking his boxers under his balls and allowing Sara to grasp his cock. And as she took hold of his warm, hard flesh, she and he both inhaled with sudden and invigorated passion. James could see from across the room that Tom was larger than him in every respect — his cock was long, and thick, and Sara pulled away from their kiss, mouth open in shock, to stare down at the thing she was irresistibly squeezing and massaging. Looking back to James didn’t seem like an option — she didn’t want to let go, to stop, or to face the shame of his shocked expression.
“You’re… so… big.” She managed the words between excited gasps. Tom was squirming, thrusting into her strokes, meeting her rhythm. “It’s all yours” Melanie purred, lifting herself up off the sofa as Sara began tugging more urgently on the hard prick in her grip, sinking back into their kiss with wet longing, their tongues smothered together, their bodies pressed tightly against one another, him slouched into the sofa, her curled up on his shoulder.
Melanie stood over James, who was now visibly hard, his trousers bulged in an unmistakable tent. “Feeling left out?” she mewled, not waiting for an answer as she mounted the sofa, planting her knees either side of him. Her curves towering above his face, his expression daring her to proceed. She held him at the jaw as she had done her husband, and forced several strong kisses into his mouth, moaning with joy as he pushed hungrily back with his own lips. Her hands slid down to pry his shirt buttons open and fan her fingers out on his chest as their saliva mixed between their slithering tongues, his hands finding the small of her back and dragging his fingertips downward, squeezing her plump buttocks. There was no question that she wasn’t wearing any underwear — he dragged the fabric of her dress upwards until he could slide a hand under and grasp her bare skin, her soft, round ass wriggling in his grip. She half-moaned, half-giggled through their incessant kissing, sinking her hips down further to grind against his erection, smearing her wetness into his trousers, her pussy rubbing the length of his excited cock.
Behind them, Sara had allowed Tom to peel her dress up, and it had fallen on the arm of the sofa along with her panties. Had James been in a position to look past Melanie, he would have seen his girlfriend, fully nude, stretched out with her head nuzzled into his boss’s shoulder, letting out long, uncontrollable moans into his ear. Tom now lay naked too, his clothes underneath him where he’d shrugged them off, cradling her petite body in his thick right arm, his left hand rubbing her clit in long, controlled circles. As she squirmed against his grip, one leg leaned out to open herself up, she had grasped his cock once more, and they moaned together, admiring and pleasuring one another’s bodies, her feeling both safe and yet vulnerable in his embrace. Her pussy soaked his fingertips; sticky, pungent precum smeared all over hers. The smell of their arousal mixed with their sweat. He rested the ball of his thumb on her clit and continued the methodical rubbing, sliding a finger inside her, causing her to moan more loudly and bury her face in his neck as he worked eagerly at her warm, wet pussy.
Melanie, too, peeled her dress over her head, and Sara watched longingly as her curves revealed themselves, her ample backside squirming and wriggling in her boyfriend’s lap. As her round, heavy breasts spilled out of her dress, he lunged forward, cradling the middle of her back with both hands and sucking her nipples, her head tilted straight down to watch him smother them wetly with his mouth. She leaned in further, grinding her pussy against his trousers still, smothering him in turn, revelling in his worship of her curves. She ran her fingers through his hair and groaned with gratitude.
Melanie leaned back a little, reaching down to unzip James’s trousers and pull his erection free, a long string of precum sticking to her wrist. She pumped it aggressively, watching his back arch, his moans of approval undeniable. He was hard, twitching and throbbing in her grasp, veins glistening on the surface of his cock. She slid down to the floor, kneeling between his legs, drawing spit into the front of her mouth and letting it fall onto the head and shaft as she parted her lips and slid them down his length, all of it disappearing into her throat. He closed his eyes and moaned as she worked her head up and down his prick, drenching it in drool, swallowing his precum and staring up at the contorted look of pleasure on his face. She pulled back, drew breath, and gasped “god, James, I could suck you for hours.”
He opened his eyes at the remark and looked down to see her sink her lips back onto his shimmering, drenched cock, soaked in drool and smeared with lipstick, her face flushed red. As he moved his hips in time with her head, the slurping and smacking sounds filling the air, he looked past her to see a mirror image: Sara slouched on the sofa, her knees wide, leering unabashedly down at Tom, whose hair she was caressing and grasping at in involuntary spasms of ecstasy as he tasted her glistening pink cunt. He had two fingers inside her, twisting and fucking, his lips clamped over her clit, sucking it into his mouth and lapping at it with his tongue. She rolled her hips forward to meet his hypnotic gnawing and fingering, no longer moaning out loud but sighing heavily, cooing, staring down at him with grateful awe.
She looked up at James, and the two finally reconciled across the room with embarrassed smiles, gasping sensually at each other as their hosts worshipped them between their legs.
“Are you okay?” Sara nodded gleefully, screwing her eyes shut as a wave of pleasure overtook her momentarily. “Uhuh… are you?” He nodded in return. “They got us.” Tom and Melanie both let out muffled cackles.
“James… can I please have his cock?” Melanie let out a long, deep, approving moan through James’s shaft, urging him to approve the request.
“I think you need it.”
Melanie stood up, a long string of drool falling from her lips and down his balls. She offered James her hand. “Come and fuck me next to your pretty girlfriend.”
As they approached, Tom was already getting in position, rearing up over Sara’s recumbent figure, her pale skin glistening with beads of sweat and blushing pink. She held her legs wide, her pussy swollen, pink, coated in his spit and her juices, beads of moisture sitting on top of her pubic hair, ready. She shared a smile with Melanie, who had crawled up on the sofa on all fours next to them, proffering her backside to James. “I want to see you take my husband’s cock so badly” she whispered. Sara nodded, the smile affixed to her lips. “I want you to make my boyfrien–”
Sara’s eyes and mouth widened as her lungs filled with air. Tom’s cock descended into her, her pussy enveloping his girth, squeezing him tight as he thrusted deeper. Her brow furrowed and her eyes darted madly between the three others, all of whom were staring down at her. Her lip quivered, her mouth would not close. His first long thrust came to an end, and the tension in her body gave way to a breathy squeal.
“F… fuck.”
“James” Tom murmured, drawing his cock back out before sliding it back in in another long, measured stroke. “Your girlfriend is fucking tight.” Sara turned bright red and clamped both hands over her mouth with embarrassment. “Oh my god” her words were muffled. “Fuck fuck fuck…” in another involuntary move, she reached down and dragged her fingernails down his hips. “James he’s so fucking big, oh my god” – another breathy squeal. Tom sank deeper this time, and her eyes rolled back, she threw her hands down into the sofa cushions and groaned deeply, desperately trying to acclimate to his cock.
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