She grabs her tits and her back arches. His head is between her legs, tongue on her clit and two fingers sliding in and out of her wet opening.
When Lauren walks in, she sees this sexy creature, eyes closed, head thrown back, moaning from her husband's enthusiastic tongue lashing. The woman being eaten out by Lauren's husband is perched on the console table she and Pete picked up at an antique store several years ago on one of their many day trips around the state. Long black curls cascade down her back as she kneads her soft, natural, heaving breasts. There's something extra sexy about how she's got the dress she was wearing still draped on her arms, but wide open with Pete's wandering hands grabbing fistfulls of her milky white hips.
It's been a while since she's seen Pete with this kind of sexual arousal. She can see how focused he is and how hard his cock is, even though he doesn't stop grabbing at her even once to touch himself. Lauren's mixed feelings hit a peak as Pete reaches up to tweak her nipple while he still is so energetically working her slit. The woman's moans tick up an octave, almost whiny but lustful. Her thighs tighten on Pete's head as her body stiffens and she lets out a suddenly deep moan. When her body relaxes, she grabs a fist full of Pete's hair and pulls him up for a deep kiss. Pete's energy doesn't wane. He's pulling her into his chest as he gropes under the half of a dress she is wearing, his mouth gentle, teasing on her neck. His bare cock and her bare pussy are rubbing together, so close to fucking, but still not quite there yet. Pete pulls back a little to grab his cock to position it at her wet, warm entrance.
The woman finally sees Lauren out of the corner of her eye. Her spine stiffens and her eyes widen. Pete starts to ask what's wrong but he sees Lauren as he looks over his shoulder.
"Don't stop on my account." She says from the doorway.
"Lauren! You weren't supposed to be home."
"Yep. Yet here I am.... Really, Pete, I haven't seen you this excited in a long time. I don't want to spoil this for you. But I also can't bear to go anywhere else while you fuck someone in our home. If it's going to happen, I guess I'd rather see it than not."
Incredulous, Pete asks "You want to watch me fuck another woman?"
"I mean, you're already doing it. I'm already watching."
"I'm not though. I haven't stuck it in. I could stop and I never would have fucked anyone else."
"No, I saw what you just did. You face fucked the hell out of her pussy." Lauren meets the other woman's eyes. "Right? That looked hot as fuck from over here. It was pretty good right?"
A little shocked, but also amused, the woman smiles, nods and moans in agreement.
Lauren looks her up and down. "I'm sure this is weird for you, but you are so fucking sexy and honestly I haven't seen my husband this energetic for years." The woman's eyebrow arches at the word husband.
"Oh, you didn't know he was married? I mean, look around, this clearly isn't the home of a single man."
"He said he was divorced. Five years divorced."
Lauren sighs, but shakes her head, "Ignore all of that. You don't get to a situation like this in a healthy relationship, so don't worry. And anyway, I'm here and I'm giving you my blessing to keep going." Lauren's voice turns husky and sensuous "Pete, don't you want to burry your cock in this sexy woman? Don't you want to grab her tits and bite her neck? Don't you want her to moan into your ear?" Lauren smiles as she sees Pete's dick stiffen. "Yeah, you do. And now you get to do it while I watch. You know how much I like to see you aroused. I love how hard your cock gets and I haven't seen it like this in a long time."
"Well come over here and touch it"
"Mmm, no, this isn't a threesome. It's an exhibition and I'm the only one in audience. Fuck her like you used to fuck me. We'll deal with everything else later, but let's both enjoy this as much as possible."
Pete's got half a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. "I don't know that I believe you. If you really want to see this, guide it in."
"What?"
"Grab my hard cock and guide it into Angela's wet pussy."
"No"
Angela sheepishly nods in agreement. "Yeah. Actually. That would be really helpful. I'm not used to an audience. It would help me feel like this is ok and that we're all sort of in this together. Lauren, if you actually do want me to fuck your husband, come over here and put him inside of me. Then I'll know it's ok and I'll relax. And we will fuck and you'll watch and it will be hot for me knowing you want it, even just a little bit, to know you're probably wet and maybe you'll fantasize about me later." Angela marks the last point by starting to rub her beautiful tits again.
Lauren sighs again, but she walks across the room toward them. Pete is clearly very excited, but both the women are a little shy. Lauren look into Angela's eyes and says quietly "I do want you to do this, because what I already saw was so sexy. You said maybe I'll be wet? My panties are already soaked." Lauren gently puts her hand on Angela's bare thigh, rubbing slightly. "But you don't have to do this if you don't want to. And I'm already going to fantasize about you while I touch myself for years to come anyway."
Angela pulls Lauren into her and kisses her deeply. Lauren melts into Angela's arms and runs her hand up to her hip. Grabbing Angela's soft flesh, Lauren moans, then moves her hand up to Amanda's tits, gently grazing her nipple as they they continue to caress each other's tongues.
