The first thing I noticed about Julie was her smile. It was warm and comfortable. It wasnât a big toothy Julia Roberts smile. It was closed lipped and spread across her face into relaxed cheeks and was highlighted by eyes that radiated a warmth that made you feel at ease. My wife Jenny had brought her home. Jenny had been in and out of Community Theater over the years and had been working for the past few months on a new play. Julie was a fellow cast member. Whereas she had also had some past theater experience she was fairly new to the area and this was her first production in our town. Jenny had talked about Julie many times but this was the first that I was to meet her.
Jenny seemed unusually playful this evening. Most of the time Iâm the one that is more physical. I find it hard to walk through a room and not grab a leg; give a small push to an arm or shoulder. Which is not to say that Jenny isnât much for physical contact. But whereas Iâll do it just about anywhere, to anyone, Jennyâs not one to include others as much. Perhaps this should have been a hint of things to come, too bad Iâm terrible at taking hints.
âHow about some of the wine you picked up the other day?â Jenny asked. Perhaps another hint gone astray.
Iâve always enjoyed my beer, but Jenny seldom drank alcohol. Earlier in the week she had asked me to stop by the state store and pick up a few bottles of wine. I thought of the upcoming holidays and readily agreed. I nodded and looked at Julie âWe have white and red, would you like a glass and if so which?â before Julie could say a word Jenny piped up, âLetâs start off with the white, just bring two glasses, unless you want some too.â
When I returned with the wine the two girls were laughing and giving each other playful shoves. âWhat are you a couple of knucklheads?â I said, grinning at the pair. I popped the cork and poured the wine. âknuckleheads.â Said Julie. And the laughter continued.
They were starting their third glass of wine when I started to play with our camera. We have one of those all in one, video, still photo digital cameras. I was thinking of breaking out some films of past events to show Julie when Jenny said âtake a picture of us.â She wrapped her arm around Julie and Julie in turn tossed a leg over Jennyâs leg.
âYeah,â said Julie, âtake a picture of usâ the two of them laughed and collapsed into each other before sitting up straight to âposeâ. I put a new memory stick in and turned on the cameras light. âSay please ladiesâ I said as I pointed the camera at them.
âPlease your ladiesâ they said in unison, laughing. I snapped one, two, three, pictures and they began pushing and laughing and making faces at each other. I set the camera down and headed for the bathroom. Having consumed about four beers to their two glasses of wine I now had to go. It was funny, it wasnât until I had the physical contact with my cock while peeing that I heard their come back of âPlease your ladiesâ a smile went over my face and a bit more blood flowed into it⊠âHmmmâ I grinned to myself. If I only knew what was happening in the next room it wouldnât have been hmmm, it would have been YES!!! With a pumping fistâŠ
The first thing that caught my attention wasnât a sight but a sound. It was a low guttural moan, and it was coming from my wife. That sound is usually only heard during lovemaking. Its timber tells me all systems are going, and just keep it up, whatever Iâm doing is doing it, but it wasnât me that was bringing this out of her. I stood about twenty feet away from the pair and watched as hands held heads and lips meet lips.
They werenât lying on the couch. But Julie was above Jenny pushing her towards the cushions. One hand was behind her head while the other was wrapped around her back. She had almost a manly embrace and yet it was much more tender. It was easy to see the open mouths moving ever so slightly back and forth. Occasionally they would part, long enough for a tongue to encircle a lip or a mouth to suck on the tip of a tongue.
The first to notice me was Julie. For a split second there was panic in her eyes and I noticed he body startle. But she must have recognized the smile on my face, and in my eyes, not to mention the slight rise in my Levis. That I was not only not angered, but enjoying myself. Our eye contact last perhaps seven or eight seconds when she turned her attention back to Jenny. Who at this point was gone. I could tell by the all too familiar look on her face that wave after wave of sensation where still echoing in her body and that her mind would not be back any time soon. Her jaw was relaxed enough that it left her mouth more than slightly open.
With one last darting glance in my direction, an impish grin that conveyed, âwatch thisâ Julie stuck out a stiffened tongue and proceeded to stuff it into Jennys waiting mouth, like a cock into a needing puss. And Jenny returned the advance by tightening her grip against the wet, fleshy member. Letting herself become impaled, again and again
The scent of sex is intoxicating to me. And the room was slowly becoming filled with it. That heady, earthy, muskiness. It reminds me of spring and fall. The fresh and the dying. Like a walk through a field of ferns. It is so overwhelming that ones whole body reels. And mine was beginning to.
Julie had stopped her penetrating movements and just let her face melt into Jennys.
The two of them relaxed and let their bodies stretch out to the full length of the couch. Arms over arms, legs over legs. I loosened the top button of my pants and let the zipper down and inch of so to give myself a little freedom. I picked up the camera again, and knowing that I had a little used cassette in, turned it on to record.
At first I just sat and took in the whole picture. Letting the camera see what I did. But soon I found myself wanting to explore the pair. I slowly walked above them. Taking in first feet rubbing against feet, calf against calf. Moving up slowly I found myself stopping to take in the almost indiscernible movement of Jennyâs pelvis grinding against Julies hip. It was delicious to watch need take over reason. And the wetness growing between Jennyâs legs only amplified the picture. I continued up until I saw chest mingled with chest and then face with face. These two new lovers totally melded into one. Whether it was my motion, or the light from the camera I donât know, but all at once Jenny jumped and said, âDid you get all that?â She pushed Julie back just far enough so that she could sit up. Then she lifted her body off the couch and proclaimed, âIâve got to pee, bad.â She headed off to the bathroom.
I must have mistakenly turned off the camera, because when I lifted it again to look at Julie it was off. I pressed record and Julie must have noticed the red light on the front. âLooking for more?â she asked.
âAre you having fun?â I replied with another question.
âI love being with Jennyâ she said.
I slowly let the camera become filled with her face. âAnd Iâm finding you very interesting company tooâ
âWell then perhaps you could give the camera a little more to see.â I was pushing for more without being too personal. âHow about I give you something to look at now, and latterâ she retorted with her now known grin.
âOnly if you please.â I said â I was noticing your blouse was already becoming undone, perhaps youâd take it further.â Shy was not in Julies vocabulary. The first four buttons where already undone, and she had no problem undoing the rest and letting her blouse fall to the side. The black bra only accentuated her light olive skin. And with the undoing of the two clasps in the front, it was off. Her medium sized breast needed little support. They stood firm from her chest and her smallish nipples seemed to only complete the perfect picture.
Jenny came out of the bathroom wearing only my robe. I again stopped the camera, feeling I was caught. Though Julie only smiled upon seeing Jenny again. âWhy donât we take this into the bedroom?â Jenny said. âWe might all be a little more comfortable.â âCraig, could you get the bottle of Zinfandel, and a couple of clean glasses, please?â