My newfound comfort-or maybe it was just more false bravado-didn't result in me being completely comfortable when dinner came to an end and Lynn said, "Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom?" Ben got up right away. Sure, he was eager to get on with it. I got up, too. I'm sure my feelings were much more mixed than his, but I counted it as progress that my feelings were, at least, mixed now. The idea of seeing Lynn fucked by another guy did hold some attractions for me.
I offered to pour Lynn and Ben a drink, but they declined. I felt as if I needed something, though, and poured myself a Bourbon. We all headed down the hall. When we got to the bedroom, Lynn indicated that we should begin with me sitting down and watching her and Ben get the ball rolling. This actually seemed like a relief to me. I could nurse my drink and just watch. I didn't have to be involved in any way.
Lynn stood very close to Ben, next to the bed, and he kissed her. Surprisingly, I think the kiss was especially difficult for me. Over the past week or two, I'd fantasized about Lynn taking another guy's cock in her cunt or mouth. But I hadn't thought about her kissing the guy. I don't know why. I guess I should have realized that this would be part of the package. But this seemed more intimate than fucking. I was relieved when they moved on to more sexual contact.
Ben's hands were all over Lynn. I could imagine what he was feeling-hell, I could remember how it had felt to me when I'd first felt Lynn's gorgeous body. I knew that his heart was pounding with excitement. I couldn't see his crotch now, but I was sure that his cock was hardening as his hands caressed Lynn's full breasts and round ass.
When Lynn moved away from Ben slightly in order to cop her own feel, I could see the tenting in his pants. Lynn's hand moved along the outline of a rigid cock. My own cock hardened and I felt the thrill that I'd only read about before-the thrill of seeing your wife excite, and be excited by, another man.
I don't know whether Lynn had been looking forward eagerly to this moment. I still wondered whether this was more of a test of my willingness to have a role-reversal of what I had initially proposed. Clearly, it was a test she was willing to take all the way. But she might not really have been eager for this experience. Whether she'd been anticipating this with relish or not, she was clearly enjoying it now. I guess one thing that makes a woman feel powerful is her ability to provoke desire-lust-in a man. Lynn could see, and now feel in a very concrete way, that she had that power over Ben. I watched as her hand stroked up and down over his hard cock that was now, as a result of her manipulations, sticking straight up inside his slacks.
Lynn struggled a bit with Ben's zipper, but finally she had it down and was fishing through his fly for his cock. While she was doing that, Ben was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it out from her skirt. He found the hook and zipper of her skirt and quickly unfastened these, too. Soon Lynn was standing in only her high heels and her bra and panties, a matching set of power blue, lacey lingerie.
I think Lynn decided to give up on the idea of just fishing Ben's cock out. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and, while Ben got his shirt off, Lynn pulled both his pants and underpants down to his ankles in one motion, sitting on the bed before him as she did this. Ben kicked off his shoes and worked his socks and pants off while Lynn stroked his cock.
Ben stood in front of Lynn, completely naked, with his dick hard and aimed right at her mouth. Lynn stroked his cock gently, looking at it closely before taking it in her mouth. "Shit," I thought, "I should be angry, jealous, hurt or something." But all I felt was incredible lust. I hadn't had such an urgent hardon in years. I wrestled my cock out and began stroking it. I didn't want to cum now. Well, I WANTED to cum a lot, but doing that now would undermine my other plans-my plans to cum hard in Lynn's freshly fucked pussy. But I needed to feel something around my cock and it felt good to hold myself-I was so hard and hot.
Both Lynn and Ben had their eyes closed, reveling in the sensations they were feeling. I couldn't close mine. For me, the visual sensations were the focus of my attention. I watched Lynn's lips stretch around Ben's hard cock. I'd read stories where the husband now confesses that his wife's lover's cock was so much bigger than his-that he felt so inadequate compared to this bull that was cuckolding him. That wasn't true here. Ben's cock was about the same size as mine. Probably it felt about the same in Lynn's mouth as mine did. But I think that women, no less than men, like a little "strange" from time to time. I mean, Lynn seemed remarkably into what she was doing. She was enjoying the feeling of power she held over this relative stranger as much as he was enjoying her moist lips tightly surrounding his hard shaft.
Neither Lynn nor Ben wanted this to go to a climax. They each had other plans-plans that meshed nicely with one another. Lynn pulled back and looked up at Ben. Ben pushed her down on the bed and knelt on the floor between her calves. He leaned toward her and brought his lips to her crotch. I watched as he placed his lips against the satiny blue fabric of her panties and blew his warm breath against her cunt. Lynn writhed and moaned.
Ben worked his way up Lynn's body, kissing and licking her abdomen along the way. When his lips reached her rib cage, just below her bra, he pulled back, grabbing her hands and pulling both of them up to stand at the foot of the bed. He kissed Lynn again and, while their lips were locked and their tongues were entwined, he unfastened her bra and pushed the straps off her shoulder.
Standing back so he could get a good look at her body, Ben gazed at Lynn's small, but full, breasts admiringly. He cupped one breast in a hand and massaged it gently. Then, moving closer to Lynn, he bent slightly and took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the nipple, which I knew would be hardening in his mouth. Lynn had her head leaned back with her eyes closed. She had her hands on the back of Ben's head, urging him on.
I'm not sure whether it was because Lynn exerted any pressure with her hands or not, but Ben sank slowly to his knees, which brought his mouth to the level of Lynn's stomach. He leaned down slowly and again blew hot air against Lynn's mound. As he did this, he hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly eased them down over her hips and down her thighs. His mouth went back to its target, but now there was more than hot air stimulating Lynn's clitoris. Ben's lips and tongue had found that tender tidbit of flesh and were having an obvious effect on it.
Lynn doesn't shave her crotch but she has a naturally tiny and neat pubic area and her hair is extremely soft. It was clear that Ben liked what he saw...and tasted. He used his thumbs to pull her labia apart slightly to get better access to her clitoris and flicked his tongue across it with ever-quickening motions.
One of the things that amazed me when Lynn and I first began going out was how incredibly wet she got when she was excited. This chick certainly didn't need any artificial lubricant. She would almost flow freely with sweet nectar when you licked her cunt. Ben was experiencing that now. I could see his tongue running against the slick sides of her nether lips and then back to her now hard clitoris.
Women are different from men, of course. And one of the ways they are different is that, for most of them, there's no reason to hold back from an orgasm during what might otherwise be foreplay. I saw Lynn shudder slightly while Ben was teasing her clitoris. I knew she'd had an orgasm. Not a crashing, knee-weakening, "I have to collapse" kind of orgasm, but one of her gentle but highly pleasurable orgasms that seemed only to intensify those that were still to come.
Ben led Lyn back to the bed and laid her down gently. He lay next to her, kissing her and caressing her body eagerly with his hands. Lynn stroked his cock again, though it needed no attention from her hands to be completely rigid. Ben rolled her onto her back and Lynn lay there, legs slightly apart, inviting him to take her.
I think they were oblivious to my presence throughout this. They certainly didn't seem to be doing anything for show. And neither one ever looked over at me-at least that I noticed. They were two lovers lost in their first sweet sexual encounter.
Ben climbed on top of Lynn and I watched as this guy I'd met only a few hours ago very gently pressed his stiff pole slowly into my wife's hungry cunt. They looked into each other's eyes as they both savored the sensation of him entering her millimeter by millimeter.
Lynn's legs were bent, with her knees up on either side of Ben's hips. I watched as his pelvis began rocking in slow, long arcs, driving his cock in and out of Lynn's sopping pussy. From time to time, he would pull up from her so that he could watch as her breasts flowed up and down across her rib cage to the motion of his fucking.
At first, Lynn's hands were along Ben's sides, holding him gently, urging him on. But as Ben's thrusting become more violent, Lyn's hands went down to the sheets, which she grabbed tightly as her sexual tension increased. Both of them were in the throes of lust, Ben pounding relentlessly as deeply in Lynn as was physically possible and Lynn urging him to fuck her even harder.
