In some way, our plan had worked the way we intended it. The whole crowd in the pool was just so busy giving in into carnal pleasures, they never saw us, the initiators of this sex feast, leave together. We headed for a nice and cozy sauna room. For good measure, we brought our towels along, put them right over our shoulders. I was starting to like showing my rod to everyone. I was getting baffled stares from the guys and flattering looks and giggles from female passersby. But little did they know that I didn't feel in control of that thing: I was actually on the edge of a huge orgasm and if they had provoked me any further, as I'm sure they would have like to, I wouldn't have lasted long enough for them.
You walked ahead of me, sauntering again in that confident way of yours, swaying your hips and beckoning me with your ass. As we got further along the paths, you went further ahead, indicating to me to stay back a little bit. I remembered we agreed that you would go into the sauna first and come right out if you didn't deem it suitable for our little experiment.
You saw the same one as I did, the little cabin that was set back behind the shrubs, half built underground. The sign said it was a geothermal sauna, a sort of dry sauna that's considerably hotter than the average saunas that have a conventional heat source.
You peeked in and shot me a quick dirty glance before closing the door. I stood outside, all casual, whistling, waiting. I looked down at my shaft and examined it: I wondered how long had I been hard like this. Heck, I wondered when, of all my life, had I stayed hard for this long. I was seeing black dots in front of me; my brain definitely lacked blood to think rationally.
Since you couldn't go too far in this small cabin, I imagined a good 15 seconds was plenty of time for you to draw a verdict and take position to wait for me to come in.
I opened the door, let my eyes get accustomed to darkness, long enough to see there was in fact no one else. And there you were, indeed: I could discern you in a faint orange glow, coming from underneath the platforms. You were laid back against the wall and had your legs spread: you were propped up on an elbow, and you were rubbing your pussy with your available hand. Your eyes were half-closed and you licked your lips: you looked like you were having some good fun already. I froze on the spot, dumb-founded, and I swore I felt my cock shoot up a glob of pre-cum. I whimpered in pain, feeling as though my cock was about to burst. It was sheer torture knowing that I had to go according to the plan and take a seat all the way across the room, not being able to touch you.
I turned around and crawled up the platforms in the cabin. I sat down on my towel in a dark corner, wondering if you could even see me. I leaned back against the wall and proceeded with watching you naked while I jerked off. My palms were already sweaty and I instantly felt that the blood in my hand was boiling. It made it feel as if I was inside you, inside your cunt. I was on the edge of orgasm, so I just made it last longer by just grazing my member, waiting for somebody to come in and join the fun.
We lost track of time. The heat and humidty in here made us almost doze off, but the horniness kept us going. It was a complete, muffled silence that replenished our energy and relaxed our brains and muscles, though we were hypnotizing ourselves with the masturbation, filling ourselves with libido and lust, primal desires of sex that made us reconnect to a distant animal nature, opening up shakras towards a pinnacle of pleasure, or whatever. I felt drunk, and I probably was, seeing the way my train of thought went.
I tickled my corona just to bring myself to the edge, then let go. I gasped every time, feeling the hairs of my neck stand up... Shit, I could do this all day, it was incredible. When I didn't squeeze it to then go up and down, I would make tiny circles with my index at this junction spot underneath my cock, where it was most sensitive, bringing me closer to orgasm.
I was watching how you were using the same care as I did while you stroked your pussy. You were going slow, and quiet, biding your time, messing with your clit, and you would alternate by inserting two fingers in yourself, making your body rock back and forth slowly and your tits follow suit. I would watch you lick your lips with a smack, building up a major thirst inside of you. Your eyebrows were bouncing up and down on your forehead, depending which part of your body you were soliciting. All I could hear in the room was your scattered breathing and the wet sounds of your fingers going in and out of you. In and out, caressing your hot slit. Further in, then out again, while waiting for someone. You were the bait. We were being proactive, doing two things at once. My God, were you a sight to behold!
The door creaked suddenly, pulling us from our reverie with a blast of sunlight. Blinded by it, we squinted, trying to make out who was there. Most likely, they could see what we were doing (and that, we didn't stop) but we could only tell there was one person, a man, standing there. While he was getting his eyes used to darkness, we had to let our own eyes get back too. In time, we saw that he was naked, and already sporting a solid erection. I wondered what he was up to...
He saw that you were quite busy with yourself, so he must have taken it as an invitation and sat next to you. It was still fairly dark in here and I wasn't able to discern his features, other than a decent large cock standing shamelessly straight up. He was grinning from ear to ear and with reason: you were giving quite the show. He didn't say anything and locked his eyes on you. I even wondered if he knew I was here, back in the dark corner.
You returned his smile, but with difficulty since you were going through a very laborious process. In a split second, you shot me a look and seized his engorged erection. You wanted that toy in your hand while you kept pleasuring yourself. He replied by cupping your boobs hungrily, tweaking your nipples. As if you weren't on fire already, you instantly felt a new-found thrill that made your heart race.
I was dumbfounded. I was watching you fool around with another man, yet I was stuck to my seat, seemingly not wanting to react. Instead, I just kept rubbing my shaft absent-mindedly. My leg started shaking nervously. This happens to me every time we try something new together, or every time you get close to me, wearing something unbelievably sexy; like that time you took off your bra from underneath your shirt as we got off the ferry. I would just feel this extreme excitement, this jubilation when I feel that a fantasy of mine comes to life. I was feeling just like that night I snuck out of my bedroom when I was young to go watch dirty movies with static on my T.V. So I realized, watching you getting groped by this guy while you stroked his cock was turning me on beyond belief.
Your wet pussy was ready for action: it was glistening in the dim light of the room. Without any power to hold yourself anymore, you stood up suddenly and presented your naked body to the stranger, only to go back next to him just as quick, but in a kneeling position, so you were now offering him your hot crotch. You were purring like a cat tripping on catnip. Our stranger friend wasn't grinning so much anymore. He must have been taken aback by your boldness, but still took on the challenge. He didn't even look my way before taking position, confirming that he definitely didn't suspect there was someone else in here, especially not your husband.
He began inspecting you, rubbing your back and kneading your ass, like a baker would, preparing your body for his. He slapped his turgid cock a few times against your ass, then aimed it for your opening. All the while, you were watching me above your shoulder, reassuring me, imploring me to watch and share your pleasure. Then he went in, and you closed your eyes under the assault. He started penetrating you slowly as he grunted, somewhat breaking the silence in the room. He thrusted his hardness in and out of you, consistently. He stretched you far and wide. I would see his length moving out of you for what seemed like forever, giving good clues on how it felt inside you. Then he pushed back in, making you moan openly. You were almost drooling on the bench. Your tits were swaying under you after each of his thrusts, hypnotizing me, fueling my masturbation. He kept going at it, alternating his pace, and I was here, wanking, starting to feel a little jealous, like I wanted a piece of the fun too.
