** This is a story that starts in the middle - sometimes that is how fantasies go right? **
I lay in the middle of the bed, my chest is heaving from the exhaustion and out of the corner of my eye I can see my breasts sway slightly with each breath. My legs lay spread wide, limp from my orgasm. I glance up at the ceiling, reaching out; I touch my husbands waist beside me. He leans in and gives me a soft kiss on the temple before heaving himself off the bed.
'I need a drink.' He states, before moving around the bed towards the bedroom door. I watch his naked behind disappear through the door. I listen to the silence left in his exit, before glancing to my left. I see you in the chair. It turned from his normal position so it faces directly towards the bed and I glance up at the ceiling again, thinking about what you've just witnessed. I can guess the picture we made from your current position, and looking back at you I let my eyes sweep your body, noticing your hard cock, which you gently touch, I gather you've enjoyed the show. I move my leg slightly, feeling the slick, wet movement of my own juices mixed with my husbands cum seeping from my spread pussy.
I glance over at you, catching your eye as you push up from the chair. Wordlessly, you move towards me, climbing onto the bed between my spread legs. I watch your eyes drop my pussy, the lips slick and pouting from the recent fucking I've just taken. You glance back up at me, before dropping to your hands and knees and sliding forward. I feel too spent to move, but I can also feel the flickers of heat starting to settle in my pussy. Your heated gaze, hungry for what is on offer, as well my own anticipation of what's coming makes me ache. I close my eyes again as I feel your breath glide over my wet skin. You're so close if you flicked your tongue out you would taste us on my needy skin.
With a mind of their own, my hips move slightly on the bedding, inviting, demanding, I'm not sure - I feel your mouth hover closer, your body heat meeting my skin and I hear you breath in deeply. You turn your head slightly and kiss my inner thigh, making me jump slightly at the sudden movement, your stubble, grazes my sensitive pussy lips and I let out a soft whimper. The anticipation is almost killing me. I lift my hips again, this time more insistently towards your hovering mouth. As I do so, you slide your hand under my arse, cupping one of my cheeks and pulling me up, as you start to lick me clean. Starting with my pussy lips you suck one then the other into your mouth. And I squirm as your stubble grazes against my sensitive clit, still swollen and budding from earlier. You hold sight of my flesh in your hand, preventing me from bucking you off as the sizzle of sensation runs up my spine.
You use your free hand to spread my free leg, your hand firmly pushing on my inner thigh to force my pussy lips further apart. I hear as much as feel your mummer as you press your face closer. You use short, sharp flicks of your tongue to clean up the left over cum and juices. Your tongue dips inside me slightly, flicking softly in an imitation of a cock, before sliding it down, following the juices down towards my arse crack. You use your hand, tilting my hips upwards to allow you easy access to all of me. I feel your tongue run over my arsehole and shudder, the nerve endings firing as you work your way back towards my clit.
You spread my pussy lips, opening them wider with your thumb of your free hand as you let your teeth graze against my swollen clit in a tiny love bite. My arms, which have laid useless beside my head up until now, shoot out to your head, lacing my hands through the hair at the nap of your neck, I push my hips up into your face, keen for more attention on my clit.
I feel first one, then quickly another finger slide into me, your licking doing little to reduce the wetness inside of me. I can already hear the distinct clicking noise your fingers make as your push them into me to the hilt.
'Oh... oh yes...' I breathe, my hands flexing in your hair as you settle into a comfortable position and start to flick my clit with your tongue. I close my eyes, images of my husband fucking me hard while you watch, making me scream as he took me... your heated gaze as you looked at my well fucked cunt... the possibilities of what you'll do to me after you're done now... I feel my skin sprinkle with heat, my moans taking on a squealing tone as you continue to work mercilessly on my sensitive clit. It almost feels like too much, but I can feel the orgasm riding up inside of me. Suddenly I feel you hand slide from my arse cheek, just slightly as you brush my budded arsehole with your thumb. Pulling back you continue to brush your thumb across it slightly while your fingers work quickly in me.
