It was but an instant that we'd been in the club, when our scanning gazes simultaneously locked with hers. Subconsciously she shifted her strawberry curls to the side, but her eyes never lost focus on ours. A sultry haze filled the air of the club, and a mixture of lust and curiosity played the gap between us. The glimmer of mischief in her sparkling eyes was enough to make my pulse quicken, both in my wrist and in my groin. I broke that gaze only long enough to glance at my wife, and see the same entrancement written across her face too. With a knowing look we decide, and cross the room towards her.
She meets us on the edge of the dance floor. Though we walked to her hand in hand, somehow, she is instantly between us, her arm languidly slunk around my Kitten's neck, and her soft, tight arse pressed up against my steadily hardening cock.
"Charlotte" was the only word she uttered to our unspoken question, and without waiting for a reply she kissed my wife, soft at first, but deeper and passionately as the seconds lengthened. Without turning, she arched her back, bucking against my groin, and craning her neck to kiss me too. Her taste, her scent; a heady intoxication, literally dripping with premature excitement and anticipation. My hand instinctively strayed to her throat, the other to her waist, drawing her irresistibly into me. In turn Kitten pressed herself against her, bosom to bosom, kissing the side of her exposed neck.
She shimmies between us - like a dancer, like a reptile, like a vixen wild with desire for excitement and release. The night becomes a blur: there are drinks, there is dancing, somehow it seems like she is never out of touch with either of us, no matter what happened. It passes like a dream, like a trip, like a spell, always dancing, grinding, every movement filled with lust. Though I don't remember how, the club fades and we find ourselves standing in our own lounge with Charlotte, still between us, still writhing and glowing with sexual energy.
"We want you." my wife spoke the words we were both thinking. You look at us in turn, and crazily, ironically, even after the obvious passion we all shared in the club, there is a gratitude in your eyes - like we had missed the uncertainty that surely must have preceded such a look - but then unbridled lust fills them again as your pupils dilate and you simply start to take off your clothes.
I leave the two of you embracing as I light the sandalwood incense in the burner, turn the lights down low, and put some deep, slow, funky melodies on the stereo. By the time I come back you have my Kitten stripped to the waist as well. Your hands and hers move to their own tempo and rhythm, stroking, trailing, searching, and caressing. I come back and join you, gliding my hands slowly from your sacrum to the nape of your neck. I turn my fingers to lace through your curls, massaging your scalp, teasing, scratching, gently pulling your hair at its roots. The goose pimples across your flesh tell me my hands are having their desired effect, as does your perky butt, as you grind it seductively against me.
A moan from your lips that has nothing to do with my attentions escapes you, my wife's mouth having found your delicate areola. Her soft lips and gentle but insistent, sucking and licking drawing further small whimpers from you as your breathing hastens.
That dream-like ecstasy overcomes us again, leaving memories of writhing and twisting, of mouths locked and searching hands. We are all naked, you face me, gently cradling my now hotly throbbing cock, barely moving your hands but for gentle rapid strokes to ensure I am painfully hard. You seem pleased with my cock's weighty girth, and the heat pulsating and radiating from my member. I stroke your chest to your navel as my wife claws your hips and bites your neck from behind. As I press into you, you guide my cock to slip between your legs, I push through, like replacing a cork into a bottle, skimming your clit and labia as I push your thighs apart.
I can feel how seductively wet you are. The slick sensations of your moistness on my shaft are divine, and apparently the feeling of my cock against your sex draws a reciprocated emotion. As your legs finally buckle, you sink between us, kneeling down onto the thick shag-pile rug. As you descend past my penis, I glance down to see that flash of mischief in your eyes, you extend your long, delicious tongue, and with only the very tip you circle my glans, and then lick ever-so-gently up and down my shaft. Just as I begin to groan my pleasure, you envelop the head and push your hot mouth down as far as you can, to make my soft groans become a roar of pleasure! You laugh impishly as you fall backwards onto the floor, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth, with my wife collapsing atop of you. She moves provocatively to feed you her gorgeous full breasts, at the same time she licks your saliva from my now glistening cock.
