Sharing wife with another....

[Markanthony]

As I stood there looking out the window Edward walks into the room. We exchange greetings and then he walks toward me and tells me to sit in the chair, to get comfortable, and tells me to help myself to a glass of wine. Hmmm nice touch. I couldn't help being impressed with his attention to detail. As I take a seat he continues to tell me to remain quiet while he and Juliet get somewhat acquainted or until one of them speaks to me. I nod in agreement and think about how erotic this is getting already. I can only imagine what he has in store for me or Juliet next.

As Juliet walks out of the bathroom I look over at her and I can see a large smile on her face. She notices me sitting in the chair and I am smiling back at her. She then walks toward Edward and seems to be kind of frozen or maybe scared; I am unsure at this point. I can understand her fears and anxiety because we share so many of the same ones. He steps in front of her blocking my view of her. I want to get up and take her hand and reasure her, but resist the urge.

I feel relaxed and also feel that she is in good hands. I am comfortable with Edward being in charge, and feel sure that he will take care of her. He speaks to her but I am unable to hear what he is saying. I can only wonder. He then steps around behind her and instructs her to stand in front of me. Edward steps up to her back, moves the hair from the right side of her neck and then his mouth moves down to her neck.

I can now see him kissing her on the shoulder, the place where I know she loves to be kissed; one of my starting points during our foreplay. I imagine the chillbumps that cover her body when I kiss her there. I realize now that those same chillbumps covering her body are much larger ones, like goosebumps. WOW!!! I feel my cock jump and grow larger in my pants and I start to rub the bulge pressing against my pants. I see Juliet's shoulder rise indicating to me that this is definately turning her on.

Edward continues moving her hair around and kissing her on different parts of her neck. As he does her head moves with his kisses and the smile on her face is amazing. She is really enjoying all of this attention and the touch of someone else on her body. Edward unties the straps of her top and they fall to her breast. As I move around in the chair I am so hot watching this man exciting my wife. Juliet then starts to move her hands at which time Edward runs his fingertips down the outside of her arms pushing them down to her sides. I hear Edward tell her to keep her arms at her sides unless she is instructed to do otherwise. She immediately complys and acts as if she enjoys that he is telling her what to do.

It appears to me that he is her master; that she belongs to him and would do anything that she is told. I feel at that time that she does belong to Edward in a sense, and that she should obey him. Edward's head disappears behind her and I can hear her dress zipper being pulled down. She stands there with her arms at her sides and I can see that her eyes are closed. But there is still that smile this time with her lips parted slightly. As Edward moves back up her body he reaches around to her front and lifts her dress off of her breasts, her unbelievalbe breasts, and he drops it.

Her dress falls to the floor at her feet unveiling her volupsious body that I've seen so many times before. Juliet is now standing there in her black thong and a black lace bra that I felt sure she would be wearing but was never sure until this moment.

She has always preferred black because it was a nice contrast to her ivory skin and her dark brown eyes. I notice her pink nipples poking through her lace bra and invision her dollar size aureolaes and imagine how much Edward will enjoy touching them. But I notice that even though is fingers come very close to them, he seems to have a change of thought and places his hands on her shoulders instead. I can see dampness in the front of her thong and know that she is about to die with lust in her mind.

I continue rubbing myself and feeling very turned on watching Edward control my wife. He is now the first man other than myself to touch my wife sexually in 14 years. Oh my I am turned on beyond belief.

[Edited by Markanthony on 07-11-2000 at 04:26 PM]

 

[Guest]

I feel like i am in the hotel concord with you people.
Keep goingi really am enjoying reading this work..
all three of you are writing very well and thereis something very erotic and sensual in the air..

 

[Juliet]

Standing almost motionless before Mark while Edward's kisses continue to explore my neck, I feel a warmth come over my body. My sacred fantasy is taking on a life of its own and I am enjoying it more than I could have ever dreamed.

I continue to watch Mark as he looks on. He looks as if he is reading an intriguing book. I feel Edward's hands slide upward to push my hair away from my neck and untie the straps to my dress. The straps fall and rest on my ample breasts. I reach toward the straps to help guide them down but feel Edward's hands sliding down my arms to find my hands. He instructs me to leave my hands along my sides until I am told to do otherwise, which again sends a jolt through my body. How could this man whom I had never met be affecting me in such a way? Mark had never taken control of me in this manner nor did I ever want him want him to. Or atleast I had always thought I didn't. I wasn't sure at this point why but I was enjoying Edward taking control of me tremendously and wanted him to continue instructing me as if I had never made love to a man before.

I felt Edward move toward my back and begin to kiss the outline of my spine. I knew that my chillbumps that covered my body for most of the evening must be apparent to him by now. There was no way of masking them. As he unzipped my dress and traced the movement of the zipper with his mouth, I felt as if the chillbumps were taking the same path.

When Edward's kisses made their journey back up my back to my neck, and moved toward my ear once again, he whispered in my ear commenting on the size of my breasts. Trying to ignore his breathe on my ear and listening to every word he said, I felt a blush cover my face accompanied by a familiar grin, wondering if he was impressed with their size and firmness still grasping to hold onto my dress.

As Edward lifts my bodice my dress rushes to the floor as soon as he has freed it. I see Mark's eyes leave mine momentarily as he looks past me. I know that he is looking at Edward but am puzzled by the astonished look on his face, after all, he had viewed my body a thousand times before. I wonder if this is a look of warning to Edward that he is has proceeded to a point that Mark is not willing to go. He sits quietly and looks on as if he is viewing my body for the very first time.

I feel Edward step away from me and suspect that he is inspecting the full view of my body. I wonder if he enjoys the sight he is seeing, and feel a little awkward knowing that he is looking at my bare ass left uncovered by my thong. I feel his fingertips at the beginning of my buttocks and tense feeling his unexpected touch. I can feel his eyes travel along curves of my hips to my waist and upward admiring the leanness of my back. I now feel Edward's hands tracing the same path his eyes had taken and proceed forward to the outline of my breasts.

He reaches toward my nipples, which are eagerly reaching for his fingertips, but he stops short of touching them moving his hands to my shoulders instead. I realize that my breath had been drawn in awaiting his touch on my breast and release it wondering why he has chosen not to give into his desires. Wondering if he has decided he can not proceed, I stand motionless waiting and anticipating his next move. He couldn't stop now, I was enjoying this too much to stop now.






[Edited by Juliet on 07-12-2000 at 03:42 AM]

 

[Whit00EK]

Postings will be shorter to avoid being logged off

As I stood there with my hands on Juliet's shoulders, I looked at Mark in the chair. He appeared comfortable, with a glass of wine in his hand, but at second inspection, he was less than comfortable. The wine had not been touched; his body was as tense as a guitar string; his pants bulged with the outline of his own cock in a severe state of tumescence. I smiled at him and he attempted to return the smile. He did not understand where I was going, I could see.

Juliet's body was nearly quivering beneath my fingers. I could see goose-bumps forming on her upper arms. I bent to kiss her neck and shoulders again and as I did, I whispered to her, "My love, move your hands to the front of your bra and unclasp it. Do not move it. Simply unclasp it and return your hands to your sides.

She did as I asked and I lifted the straps from her shoulders and allowed them to slide down her shoulders, but maintaining enough pressure on her arms to keep the cups from falling away.

I stared hard at Mark, but he could not meet my eyes. His eyes were riveted to her breasts, as if he was waiting for the unveiling of some brand-new statue. Here was a man, married to this woman for 14 years, and nearly panting at the thought that he might get another look at her breasts. God, they are certainly in love. And their sharing with me has become all the more special.

Drawing my fingertips along the lines of Juliet's shoulders, I allow them to slide down the front of her chest and over the upper swells of her breasts. Reaching the lace edge of her cups, I opened my hands and allowed the flat of their palms to press against the side slopes of her breasts. I no longer was looking at Mark. I was now peering over Juliet's shoulder, almost gasping myself at the beauty of these mounds.

I pressed inward with my hands and the cups gapped and I caught a glimpse of more soft, white flesh. My mouth began to water and my salivary glands caught that sharp tang of coming into action, as if I were hungry. I leaned forward and whispered again: "Juliet, love, lift your arms from the straps for me...nothing more...just lift them out."

And as I held onto the outside slopes of her magnificently-shaped breasts, she did just that. Now, the only thing that held her lacy cups against her ivory skin was the pressure of my hands.....and I released that pressure.

Her bra separated in the front and added itself to the puddle of her summer frock at her feet in one small 'plopping' sound. And there they were. Mark's eyes bulged; his breath caught in his throat; and I could see the outline of his cock growing as he looked upon this woman he so loved.

Soft, yet firmly-mounded, her breasts begged to be touched. The huge aureolae, surrounding gorgeous pink nipples, began to crinkle as the cooler air of the room touched them. Her nipples began to grow of their own accord and simply begged to be touched. Could I resist that begging? Never.

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[Whit00EK]

I could not resist moving my hands, fully open, to the front of her breasts and centering her nipples in my palms. I began to move in that direction, when I stopped, hands outstretched in front of her beautiful breasts, and changed my mind. Instead, I used only the tips of two fingers on each hand to begin at the under slope of each breast and drawing circles around and around and around the outside of each of them. The circles were soft, slow and concentric, in that they eventually grew smaller and smaller in size and within the span of five or six minutes, were tracing small circles around the very edges of her aureolae, a darker pink than her nipples and probably larger than silver dollars. The nipples themselves took on a life of their own and grew to beautiful proportions. They stood taut and proud, almost demanding a touch, a tweak, a pinch.

But I had yet other ideas. I slid my fingers again under the slopes of her breasts and as I kissed her neck on the left side, I lifted both breasts to point directly at Mark. I moved one and then the other up, down, apart, together and repeated the motion, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pulling, so that it appeared as though I was offering Mark a bite or a nibble of something that ultimately belonged to him already.

Mark gulped down a swallow of the wine and strained to lean forward as if getting up. I stopped all movement of my hands and said to Mark, "If you rise now, it will not be as you had planned. You will break the moment's mood and all we will have is a pornographic coupling here. Make your choice, Mark."

Mark relaxed in his chair and I continued, bending again, this time to kiss and suck lightly on Juliet's neck on the right side. And I lifted her breasts again toward Mark and said, "These, Mark, are two gifts this woman gives to you each day of her life. And you have decided together to give them to me to share for one brief moment. I am honored and pleased and excited at the prospect."

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[Whit00EK]

It happened again! Lost dozens of lines.

Now, I moved my hands to the outside of her breasts and began drawing circles around the swell with two fingertips on each hand. The circles became smaller and smaller, approaching her nipples, until they were tracing delicate circles around those gorgeous aureolae, darker pink than her nipples, and nearly silver-dollar sized. The aureolae began to shrink and crinkle as my fingers traced around them, causing the nipples to grow and extend themselves. How gorgeous! How inviting!

And I looked directly at Mark as I found those nipples with thumbs and forefingers and began to roll and tweak and pull and massage them. I watched as his eyes gleamed and his face flushed. I pulled the nipples, one after the other, toward him, relaxing after each tug and pointing them at his face.

And I massaged, milked the entire breast from base to nipple tip with my hands, pulling and tugging until the nipples flushed a deeper color and stood as large and as taut as you could ever imagine.

I pinched them, tugged them, rolled them and loved them with my hands, all the while kissing and sucking at the lines of shoulder and neck, burying my mouth in Juliet's hair. I deliberately increased my pressure on the nipples, listening for any complaint from Juliet. Other than an intake of breath and an increase in the rate of her breathing, I discerned no adverse reaction. I would remember that Juliet did not object to a slight bit of loving pain in her relationship.

After spending nearly a full fifteen minutes loving her breasts and her nipples, I whispered into her ear, "Juliet, the moment I have been waiting for is nearing. Listen to what I have to say to your loving husband."

I raised her breasts again, pointing them at Mark and told him, "Mark, I am about to move to the center of my desire. I am about to trespass into a valley that no man other than you has seen, touched or loved for more than 14 years. When I move there, you shall share my own joy and excitement at being there. Are you ready?"

Mark barely nodded and I moved my hands, flat upon her skin, across her rib cage and across her stomach .... but not to the patch that covered her Mound of Venus, no, to the tops of her thighs....the crease that connects thigh to lip...and I traced it with my fingers.

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[Whit00EK]

I followed the line down, feeling the warmth increase, and then back up to the outside of Juliet's thighs, where the elastic of her thong rested. I moved both thumbs inside the elastic and began to slide the thumbs forward, across her stomach to the center top of the patch of lace that covered her Mound. I stopped there and pulled the elastic just slightly away from her skin.

Looking over her shoulder, I could see into the recesses of that triangular patch. Ahhhhhhh, the promise has been kept. She does not shave. I have always had this particular fetish when it comes to women. The greater and thicker the bush covering her Mound, the more intense is my own excitement and pleasure. I could see the wisps of beautiful blonde hair curling there, waiting for release from the matted-down pressure of the thong patch.

I allowed the elastic to move back into place, slid my hands back around her waist, held her by the waist and whispered again in her ear. "My love, I am going to kneel behind you now.....fear not, I do not intend to harm you. But when I urge you to move by touching you with my fingers, please follow my directions."

And I knelt behind her, slowly moving my hands down across her thighs and knees and calves until I was kneeling directly behind her. I then brought my hands up behind her legs, caressing calves and then thighs lightly and lovingly. I moved up and down several times, pausing to caress a cheek each time I reached the top of her legs.

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[Whit00EK]

Now, to test whether she understood my instructions, I slid my hands between her legs and slid them down to her ankles. I stopped there, above her delightfully high heels, and slightly urged outward.

Juliet immediately responded by moving her feet apart a few inches. I smiled inwardly. And ran my hands up the inside of her legs, stopping just short of the spot where her thighs touched. And down again.....


And I urged her again with a slight touch and pressure. She immediately responded and her legs were now some 12" apart. At the level where my face stood, I could detect the scent of a woman -- a delicious woman. And I breathed in deeply.

I moved my hands up again inside her legs and felt the heat emanating from her womanhood. I allowed the edges of my fingers to graze against the small patch of material I found between her legs. And then, down to her ankles again.

As I applied pressure to her ankles again, Juliet moved her legs apart to a distance of approximately 18" and sighed deeply. I smiled again and peeked around her body to get a glimpse of Mark, staring hard at her crotch, not wavering in his gaze, almost unblinking. He loves this woman to distraction, I can tell.

And now, I knelt higher on my knees and slide one hand in between Juliet's thighs, palm up, fully through and cupped her Mound in one hand. I squeezed just slightly and felt the dampness of her thong patch on my hand. I rubbe my hand back and forth on that patch and moved the lips of her pussy with it. I stretched and pulled and pushed them front and back and side to side.....the strap of her thong became fully imbedded in the crease between her cheeks.

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[Whit00EK]

As my hand cupped her Mound, I bent to kiss each of her cheeks slowly and softly in several spots. I slid my forefinger and thumb underneath the seam of the patch and between her lips and the patch itself.

Here the heat was measurable and the wetness was obvious.

I slid my finger and thum back and forth along the outside seams of the patch, feeling small strands of hair catch and pull as I did so until the fingers moved easily and smoothly from front to back and returned. And I said aloud to Mark, "Mark, what I am about to unveil, even I shall not look upon until you have had an opportunity to love it with your own eyes."

And I began to tug on the crotch of the thong, sloly moving it down over her hips, past the patch of hair that began immediately to peek out over the top for Mark's viewing. As I pulled the thong free of her Valley, and it was stretched from thigh to thigh, the patch itself hanging down between those thighs, I looked through at Mark. He was flushed, breathing heavily and nearly trembling.

My next move was simple...I looked carefully at my soon-to-be prize from the rear.....fat, puffy lips, swollen with desire, moist, covered with the most delightful wisps of pale blonde hair...almost like cornsilk.....a tiny peek-through of the inner lips, a darker pink and shiny wet with Juliet's dew....and the hair growing thicker toward the front of this Valley of desire. I wanted to immediately lean forward and kiss those lips, but I did not.

Instead, I used my thumb to trace the line between those swollen lips, from back to front and front to back, several times over...each time watching as my thumb applied just a tiny bit more pressure and they spread just a fraction more, allowing Juliet's nectar to seep out onto my thumb and wrist. At one point on a return trip, I leaned forward and took a quick lick with my tongue-tip at the back of my hand. Ahhhhhhh, nectar as if a goddess herself was flowing onto my skin. I was in immediately love.

And with my other hand, I began to remove Juliet's thong completely...I slid it down her legs to her ankles and urged her, with a touch here and there, to step out of it.
As I held it in my hand, black, lacy, moist and fragrant, I could not resist putting it to my face and inhaling the most remarkably beautiful scent I can remember smelling in many, many years.

I also flicked out my tongue and tasted the wettest spot in the material and was immediately plunged into a condition of desire to taste more and more and deeper and deeper into this woman. My own cock was now paining me for some sort of release. I only smiled at my own discomfort. This evening is for Mark and for Juliet, I thought....put yourself on hold.

 

[Whit00EK]

Now, as I knelt there, her panties in one hand, sending a delightfully musky scent to my nostrils, and my other hand holding her pussy lips in the palm, I knew what heaven must be like......but now, I must make her know I am here for her.

I move my hand which cups her pussy lips farhter forward and up to the front of her Mound of Venus and I grip a handful of her lovely, silken hair. I squeeze and press at the fat front of her lips and pull her back against my face. My mouth finds her lips from behind and I kiss her puffy lips and touch them with the tip of my tongue.

She bolts at my touch and a shock runs through her. I have a handful of her pussy hair just in case of this eventuality, and I hold on tight as she settles down.

I remove my lips from her pussy lips and slide my hand back behind her, but now turn it so that it is palm up with four fingers facing forward and the thumb lagging behind. I have traced her slit with this thumb before, and I know it is already wet and slick. Now, I move my hand forward and with one, slow, easy motion, my thumb sinks between her lips and finds the heated 'sweet spot' of her entry. My thumb slides deep inside her as my four fingers move forward to press her lips together and pull them apart in alternate motions.

I move my hand back and forth and around in circles, pulling and pressing and squeezing at her lips. The dew flows freely now and coats my wrist and the back of my hand. I taste it from time to time and revel in its sweetness. Mark can see my hand moving back and forth, but I don't know if he realizes my thumb is buried deep inside his wife's pussy.

 

[Juliet]

As I stood before Mark with Edward’s hands still placed on my shoulders I could see a familiar look on Mark’s face. But it wasn’t one that had adorned his face often. It appeared to me to be more a look of concern now, than a look of enjoyment. Knowing that he was not a wine drinker, it didn’t bother me that he had chosen not to sip from the glass that had been provided for him. But the tense look on his face was like knives stabbing at my heart. I love this man with all my heart but now have disappointed him, hurt him in a way that could never be mended. The tension in his body overwhelmed my thoughts, and I wondered if this pleasure I was receiving from another man’s touch was about to come to an end.

My own body on the other hand was quivering in delight as Edward’s fingers continued to trace my shoulders. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulders and neck and sensed him nearing my ear once again. The room had become almost silent except for the soft moans that had been escaping from my lips. When Edward’s words, so close to my ear, began once again they forced my attention back to his actions.
As he instructed me to unclasp my bra I felt my hands move as if they had a mind of their own, willed by someone else and no longer under my control.

I felt the tickle of my bra straps falling from my shoulders but knew they were being held there by the pressure being placed on my arms. My eyes turned to Mark again. As I admired this man who I love dearly, his eyes not focused on mine but on my breasts instead. I could see just a glimpse of pleasure returning to his face. But accompanying this look of pleasure was also a look of agony. It appeared as if he were wanting something so badly but it was just out of his reach. A smile returned to my face because I knew what that something was and wanted more than anything to give him what I knew he desired.

I resisted my temptation to move toward Mark and turned my concentration back to Edward’s fingertips tracing my shoulders down to the front of my chest and toward my breasts. I could feel his palms pressed firmly against the sides of my breasts causing the cleavage to form in the middle. A soft gasp escaped from Edward’s mouth and let me know that this man who I had not been able to see was enjoying himself immensely. I wanted him to touch me more. Edward whispered in my ear once again and I felt my arms removing themselves from the bra straps that had rested on them. Edward now held the only thing covering my breasts in the palm of his hands and I knew that he wanted to see them unveiled as Mark did.

In one movement of his hands, my bra left its hold on my breasts and fell to the floor. I now felt vulnerable yet relieved, knowing that my breasts yearned for Edward’s touch. I continued watching Mark’s expressions while Edward traced the outline of each breast with his fingertips and continued in small circular motions until they reached my nipples. Stopping short of my nipples Edward’s hands moved again under the slopes of my breasts as his breath was apparent on my neck again. I felt as if Edward were teasing my breasts with the movements he was making to them but soon realized it was Mark that he was teasing.

I was shocked as I watched Mark, as he gulped down a swallow of wine and leaned forward as if to remove himself from the chair. I knew then that he had sat there quietly as long as his body could stand. Edward’s movements froze as he began to speak to Mark. I stood motionless between these men wondering if the evening had just come to a screeching halt as I listened to Edward’s words. I listened as he said that if Mark joined us now that it would not be as he had planned but nothing more than a pornographic coupling. I stood before these men feeling a little disappointed that this evening that I had dreamed of so many times before would end if Mark arose from his chair.

The shock that I had felt while seeing my husband drinking from a beverage I knew he had never enjoyed before was nothing to compare to the complete shock I felt as Mark relaxed back into the chair. I knew that this was Mark’s permission for Edward to proceed as he wished with my body. Edward’s kisses once again on my neck quickly removed the tension that had taken control of my body momentarily. I focused my eyes on Mark’s again as Edward lifts my breasts and tells him how honored and pleased and excited he is that he and I have chosen to share them with him. Mark’s eyes, which had been solely focused on my breasts, met my eyes once again and we exchanged smiles. I know Mark is wondering as I am what is to come of the rest of the evening. We were both experiencing something so erotic but had not even touched each other since Edward had entered the hotel room.

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[Juliet]

As Edward's fingertips continue making circles around the swell of my breasts, I stand completely still as if my movements will break his concentration. My nipples, standing fully erect, are reaching for his fingers in fear of being ignored by his touches. My eyes still focused on Mark's are searching for his continued approval to the attention my body is receiving. I had reassured him that I would not do anything that he did not want me to do but now I found myself in fear that he would not allow this to continue and leave me in the agony I was feeling.

It was an agony I had felt so many times before with Mark's teasing touches but he had never taken it to such extremes. Another man's fingertips were teasing me but I was being teased none the less by my husband sitting without complaint, across from me watching every move this man was making. I wanted so much more.

Edward's fingertips begin more intense movements on my breasts. The feeling of him massaging my entire breasts and pinching and tugging at my nipples is almost more than I can stand. His mouth remains nuzzled in my hair and his kisses along my neck and shoulder help to mask the pain on my nipples as he tugs and pinches them to their farthest limit. I am almost to an unbearable point and have to resist my urge to move my hands toward my breasts as if to rescue them from their torture. I wondered if Edward can sense my desire to resist at this point and feel his breath on my ear once again.

He first speaks to me giving me a warning that another obstacle would soon be crossed. He then speaks to Mark asking him if he is ready to proceed to the place that no man other than he has seen, touched, or loved in more than 14 years. I felt a weakness in my knees knowing that Edward would soon be exploring the most delicate part of my body. I longed for his fingers to touch me there but feared that I would loose all control at that point and take control of my own destiny with the evening. I immediately pushed all fears away and watched as Mark nodded his head toward Edward, giving him his approval to move forward.

Edward's hands slide down my rib cage and across my stomach and I gasp for air when his hands find their way just below my thong. His hand so close to where I longed to be touched, it was almost more than I could bear. How could I stand before these two men and remain in such an agonizing state. I know Mark has to realize what I was feeling because he knows how sensitive my neck and shoulders are and Edward had paid such great attention to them both tonight. He sat motionless as Edward teased my breasts with his fingertips. I was sure even though my thong still rested snuggly on my mound that my dampness had to be apparent to both men. I was impressed by Mark's control but even more so with my own. How could they resist for so long? How much longer will Edward make me wait before his attentions are spent in a more delicate place? Only time would tell…

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[Whit00EK]

<<Juliet, you are a dear; and I shall wait for you to catch up completely before I add another chapter. It is too early in the morning for an old man like me to be so aroused, so I think I will go for a long ride.....lol>>

Edward, your impending lover.

 

[Juliet]

Begging for more....

My concentration now rests on Edward’s hands as they continued tracing the out line of my thong. I was not sure how long I could stand in place and allow this man to tease me in such a manner. He had to know by now what I wanted but yet resisted his urges to comply. As I felt his finger tips slide down the elastic I felt relieved that his exploration was taking on a new journey. I closed my eyes and imagined Edward’s fingers slide forward inside my thong…but instead he chose to allow the elastic to move back in place and slid his hands around my waist. I could feel the pressure within increasing instantly and wanted so badly for my yearning to be complete. Edward’s breath was on my ear and I heard him instructing me to follow the direction of his fingertips. I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant at that time and feared that somehow I would spoil the moment by not following his instructions.

Edward knelt behind and I imagined his hands moving along my legs. He had spent such detail to every part of my body but his attentions were causing an agonizing feeling consume me. I felt his hands slide down my legs to my ankles and felt the added pressure to the inside of my ankles. Now I knew exactly what he had intended and my ankles moved apart without hesitation. His hand again slid up leg to my inner thigh stopping short of where I longed to be touched and then continued back to my ankles once again. My ankles gave way to his instruction to move outward again and again for a third time. I feared that the juices that had been collecting in my thong would now escape from it with my thighs now spread apart. Mark’s eyes that had been focused on mine earlier in the evening appeared to be in a trance as he watched Edward’s hands sliding along my legs and demanding my ankles to move outward. I felt as if he were enjoying this torture of me and wondered how much longer it could go on.

At last I felt Edward’s hand, palm side up move between my thighs to grasp my mound and air gasped from my lips and I realized I had been holding my breath awaiting for his concentration to be focused there. I noticed Mark take in a deep breath as if to catch the air I had released. He was obviously feeling the same agonizing feeling that I was.

I could feel a certain rush run wildly through my body as Edward’s hand cupped my mound tightly. His warm breath still apparent on my ass as I felt his lips apply slow soft kisses. As his finger and thumb slid underneath the seam of my thong I felt a flood of emotions taking over wanting his hands to give into my unspoken desires. After telling Mark of what was to come allowing him to view what he had seen so many times before, Edward began tugging on my thong slowly moving it down over my hips. I looked on at Mark who appeared to be coming out of his skin. He was gazing as if he had never seen the sight in front of him. Mark had seen me thousands of time before but this look was not one that was familiar. I could tell he longed to touch the portions of my body that Edward kept right outside of his reach.

Edward’s breath was now apparent between my thighs and I knew that he himself was taking the first look at the treasure that had been hidden from his view until this moment. I wondered if he had the same astonished look that Mark’s face adorned. As I felt my thong being pushed to the floor Edward’s fingers persuaded my ankles to free the last piece of clothing that remained.

Once again I felt Edward’s hand slide between my thighs to the front of my mound covering it as my thong had done. His hand pulled my pussy back toward his mouth and I felt his tongue touching the valley that no man other than Mark had ventured. I felt a tidal wave flood through my body. I arched my ass backward tilting my pussy toward Edward’s mouth allowing him free access to taste the juices that were now flowing from my swollen pussy.

As I stand there waiting to feel Edward’s tongue plunge into my begging pussy, I feel his breaths leave my ass and feel his hand between my thighs instead. His palm grasping my pussy again, fingers sliding along my slit, suddenly I feel his thumb dip deep into my pussy. My body is becoming weaker with every movement of Edward’s hand, his thumb buried in my pussy and I fear that my legs will give way to the pressures he has demanded of my body up to this point. My desires to cry out were increasing by the second. This man had driven me to the severest kind of erotic agony that I could have ever imagined and I wanted more than anything to be driven beyond this point. How much longer could I stand this? And Mark, his control was astonishing. I felt as if I was an animal in heat needing to be ravished by anyone that could satisfy my desires.

Because my eyes remained focused on Mark's eyes for most of the evening, I failed to notice he had unzipped his pants and had been stroking himself. I felt words forming in my mouth and knew if these men continued to tease me in such a manner that I would certainly beg for this torture to stop and for one of both of them to fuck me…”Please....”


[Edited by Juliet on 07-13-2000 at 08:26 PM]

 

[Markanthony]

As I am sitting there watching the two in front of me I notice him whisper something in her ear. Then she reaches up and unclasps her bra in the front. She then returns her hands to her sides as if robot like movement. Edward reaches to her shoulder straps and slides them off her shoulders but all the while applying pressure to her arms so her bra does not fall from its place.

He is touching more and more of my wife as this game continues. My mind is spinning as I allow someone else, another man, to place his hands on the very one thing that I cherish more than life itself;My wife. The very person that I have given my soul to.

This is pure agony as I watch this. But I know that Juliet is enjoying all of this attention and the touch of someone else, the erotic feel of another mans touch on her body. She had hinted to me before that this was her fantasy and I had finally gotten her to admit it prior to this rendezvous knowing that she wants this as I do. I am in agony but this is something that I want also. I want Juliet to please him as much as I want Edward to please her.

Edward by this time has already let her bra fall to the floor and I see her beautiful breasts in front of me. They are as beautiful as the first time that I saw them. Edward is holding and kneading her breasts, as any man should a woman’s breasts. I wish that he would take one of her nipples into his mouth right here in front of me.

I am so hard at this point that I have unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and that I have my hand on my cock rubbing it. It feels so good to my touch and I feel a tension rising in my loins.

Edward is teasing me with her breasts. He knows that I want to join them and I start to rise from my chair. Edward sees me and tells me that if I I rise now the erotic moment is pretty much over with. So I sit.

I feel like I am being held prisoner. This man knows what Juliet wants and he also knows that I will do anything to please her. But I do not want this extacy to end either. I want it to continue to the very end until the fires between Juliet’s legs are quenched.

I continue to watch Edward play with Juliet and I know that by this time her pussy could not get any wetter than it is now. Edward will learn Juliet, her wants and desires.

After approximately 15 to 20 minutes of his attention to her breasts he again speaks to me. He tells me that he is about to move on to her love nest.

I feel a rush in my body. I had slowed the stroking of my cock so that I could prolong the inevitable. But now I stop altogether. She is standing before me with him behind her still. I can see him playing around with her thong, running his fingers inside the elastic. She needs to be pleased now. I know that she is about to scream out for him or someone to take and please her.

Edward runs his hands down her legs and to the inside of her ankles. To my amazement I see him touch her on the ankles and her legs start to part. Each time more and more until her legs are a good 18 inches apart. I am sitting there with my hand on my cock and I can feel wetness, my precum. I do not start to stroke myself at this time because I know that I won’t last very long.

Edward is now pushing her thong down her legs to her ankles. He seems to will her to step out of them and she does. I can see that her thong is soaked in the front and wish that he would throw them at me so that I could put them to my face to smell and taste her sweetness on them.

It is hard for me to see Edward behind her and I can only wonder what is going on back there. I can hear something, some type of slurping sound and realize that Edward is rubbing and cupping and holding her mound and that he must be inside of her with a finger. She seems to be swaying and I know that she wants to be grinding on his hand. I know Juliet like no other man could and know she would love nothing more than to have her vibrator in her cunt right now pleasing her while I bury my finger into her ass.


[Edited by Markanthony on 07-13-2000 at 08:43 PM]

 

[Hecate]

OOC: WOW!!! You guys are hot!!!

I thoroughly enjoy reading this thread. It is great writing and lovely thoughts and images you all are providing us with.

Since Whit did ask for some feedback on another thread I though you might not mind if I posted it here (and I hope I am not interrupting too much).

You were posting some "private conversations" that had nothing to do with the story itself - for easy readability it is common usus to indicate those "non story related " posts or parts of posts which are not dealing with the plot line itself as OOC (=out of character, just as I did with this one)

Then - when returning to the story part - you add an IC (=in character) and so everybody knows where the story is continued. The reason for this is to 1.) make clear which statements you are making as a person yourself and which statements are meant to be made by your fantasy character and 2.) to make it easier to follow the story for those who are not necessarrily interested in the "personal" exchange between the players.That way they can just skip whatever is indicated OOC and be less destracted from the story line itself.

Of course this is NOT a MUST ... I just thought I'd let you know since there is really nothing else I could find to critisize Hope I made sense and feel free to let me know this kind of "meddling" is unwanted. I just can't help myself sometimes when I really like a story to comment.

 

[Juliet]

Re: OOC: WOW!!! You guys are hot!!!

I thoroughly enjoy reading this thread. It is great writing and lovely thoughts and images you all are providing us with.

Since Whit did ask for some feedback on another thread I though you might not mind if I posted it here (and I hope I am not interrupting too much).

You were posting some "private conversations" that had nothing to do with the story itself - for easy readability it is common usus to indicate those "non story related " posts or parts of posts which are not dealing with the plot line itself as OOC (=out of character, just as I did with this one)

Then - when returning to the story part - you add an IC (=in character) and so everybody knows where the story is continued. The reason for this is to 1.) make clear which statements you are making as a person yourself and which statements are meant to be made by your fantasy character and 2.) to make it easier to follow the story for those who are not necessarrily interested in the "personal" exchange between the players.That way they can just skip whatever is indicated OOC and be less destracted from the story line itself.

Of course this is NOT a MUST ... I just thought I'd let you know since there is really nothing else I could find to critisize Hope I made sense and feel free to let me know this kind of "meddling" is unwanted. I just can't help myself sometimes when I really like a story to comment.

Hecate if you are enjoying it then you can definitely understand how much Mark and I (and I believe Edward too) are enjoying it. The non-story related comments are helpful to us all to keep a lot of truth going in the story. Edward and I have also shared info through emails for this purpose as well...My husband and I are greatful that Edward has chosen this thread because his imagination thus far has been exceptional. Since this was my first attempt at writing anything of this nature, it would have been less than desirable if someone less imaginative responded to that first post. Please do continue to follow the story because the tension is rising as we are awaiting what is in store for us next.
BTW love those handcuffs, Ive seen them on the BB before.

 

[Hecate]

OOC ....

well - I DO enjoy it a lot and am following it - the real turn on though is to know it is REAL (sort of anyway)

let me know if ever you should want any ... female ... input at a later point *winks* and for now enjoy the additional turn-on of knowing there are a couple of "voyeurs" around

 

[Whit00EK]

A note to Hecate

OOC: Hecate, my love, I am delighted that you are enjoying our little story. And you are correct in assuming that this is intended to be very "real" as you put it. I will leave it to time to tell us whether these two young lovers shall ever fulfill this fantasy in real life. As for you, dear, your offer of female input is well-taken, but for the present, I think the three of us (if I can speak for Juliet and Mark) wish to keep it a three-person scenario. However, when the story finishes -- as all stories must, eventually -- Edward will leave the room and the two lovers alone to themselves. At that point, Edward may, perhaps, meet a young chambermaid who has been listening at the door? Or pehaps he might go back down to the lobby and find that very young, very attractive desk clerk just ready to go off duty? I do hope your own imagination is very fertile.... And for now, I shall endeavor to continue.

IC: As I rub and twist and pull and tug at Juliet's blonde lips, now covered in her own juice, I wonder to myself how Mark is holding up. I slowly stand, not releasing my grip on Juliet's pussy, and look over her shoulder at Mark. I had not noticed before, but he has unzipped his pants and his cock is in his hand....magnificent, wet and slippery from his own pre-cum as he slides his hand up and down while his eyes are glued to his wife's golden triangle. I don't think Juliet has noticed his cock, as she has her eyes closed.

I bend and whisper again in her ear. "Don't open your eyes, my love..I want this next moment to come in darkness to you" and I bend again to renew my efforts in her pussy. I now use the four fingers that are stretched out to her Mound and begin a rotating motion with them around and around the hard little nubbin I feel there hiding under her hidey-hood. I push and pull and press on the sheath and move the skin back and forth and around in circles. I continue to slide my thumb in and out, moving copious amounts of Juliet's juices onto and around her lips. When I feel her tiny clit begin to grow and stretch, I push the skin around her up and back and allow her to stand free. I can now feel her between my fingers, and begin to massage her, slowly at first, then more rapidly. I have not touched her as yet, and begin to gather juices on my fingers to do just that.

I wet my fingers and begin to touch this little button of joy with light flicks and soft rubs. Juliet jumps and I almost lose my grip on her. I take my other hand and move it around her and grasp hold of one breast and whisper again, "If you move, I shall have to stop, my love." She immediately calms herself. I do not release my hold on her breast, but pull it a bit to indicate I want her to remain still. My fingers are now rapidly rubbing around her clit and massaging the little nub repeatedly.....if I am correct, Juliet is coming close to her initial climax of the evening and I have a special treat in store for bringing it to her.

AS the tension builds, and the tremors in her thighs and stomach begin to vibrate her entire lower body, I slide my thumb as far forward as I can reach inside her pussy and find her clit from the inside....I then pinch the clit between thumb on the inside and fingers on the outside and rub and roll and pinch and pull.....until she begins to breathe so rapidly I think she shall expire right there.

I am wondering if the surprise I have will be successful, if it is something she has not done before, but put the thought from my mind immediately. These are sexual beings here; they have probably done most everything. I release her breast from the grip I had and move that hand under her body as well, coating the fingers and thumb very well with her slickness. I continue the movement of my hand, rubbing, pinching and pushing at her clit from inside and out. And she climbs her peak...she climbs higher and higher.

And as her thighs begin to tremble almost uncontrollably, and she begins to emit small squeals, and her stomach lurches with small spasms in the muscles, I know the moment is near.

I take my other hand and slide the slick thumb deep into her tiny, puckered ass, and push it home as far as I can.

 

[Juliet]

Re: A note to Hecate

OOC: Hecate, my love, I am delighted that you are enjoying our little story. And you are correct in assuming that this is intended to be very "real" as you put it. I will leave it to time to tell us whether these two young lovers shall ever fulfill this fantasy in real life. As for you, dear, your offer of female input is well-taken, but for the present, I think the three of us (if I can speak for Juliet and Mark) wish to keep it a three-person scenario. However, when the story finishes -- as all stories must, eventually -- Edward will leave the room and the two lovers alone to themselves. At that point, Edward may, perhaps, meet a young chambermaid who has been listening at the door? Or pehaps he might go back down to the lobby and find that very young, very attractive desk clerk just ready to go off duty? I do hope your own imagination is very fertile.... And for now, I shall endeavor to continue.

Yes Hecate, Edward is correct in assuming that we would like to keep this as a three-person scenario at present. We are ejoying this tremendously...However, as Edward said all stories must eventually come to an end and who knows I may have to return this opportunity Mark has afforded me and proceed to his next fantasy of having another woman join us...<weg> or as Edward said the poor young desk clerk may be just what Edward needs when he has completed his adventures with us. (which by the way Edward) I was infact wondering when the desk clerk was going to come up again in the story....love the foreshadowing there... And to both of you I hope to have my next post complete this afternoon.

[Edited by Juliet on 07-14-2000 at 12:37 PM]

 

[Juliet]

Just as I opened my eyes I noticed Mark’s grip on his cock and the words almost spoken from my lips disappeared. He was really enjoying this show more than I had imagined he would. His hand stroked his cock, sliding along his swollen shaft wet from his pre-cum. He didn’t seem to notice that I was watching his movements. His eyes were fixed on my pussy that was being griped tightly in Edward’s hand. I continued to watch Mark enjoying what I saw until Edward whispered in my ear telling me not to open my eyes. He wasn’t aware that I was now watching Mark pleasure himself by his own touch.

I complied with Edward’s request and closed my eyes immediately. I knew Mark had to be enjoying seeing me teased by this man’s touch on me. The condition of his cock made this evident. Once my eyes were closed, I imagined Mark sitting before me and hoped that he would continue watching me.

I could now feel Edward’s hand rubbing my soaked pussy. His touch was arousing me beyond belief. I knew I would not be able to stand there quietly much longer and yearned for the moment that would be upon me very soon. As his hand moved along my mound, his fingers coming within millimeters of my clit but not yet touching it. His thumb continued to probe my slit and I longed for more.

With my eyes closed completely, my concentration was directly on Edward’s fingers as if I was willing his fingers to go where I wanted them. With no notice what so ever, Edward’s fingers began rubbing my clit and I felt myself jump from the shock of his unexpected touch. His fingers stopped their movement instantly and Edward told me that if I moved he would stop. Not wanting his attentions to be discontinued I relaxed myself again and stood awaiting his next move.

He had continued teasing me for most of the evening giving in to my unspoken desires but then stopping short of completing his task. My thoughts were running wild by this time and I feared that he was enjoying this torture of my body and would leave me in this state for the remainder of the evening. I felt as if, his breath could touch my skin slightly and I would be driven to the top of this tortuous mountain that he continued to leave me short of reaching. When his fingers found their way back to my clit I felt a familiar sensation come over me. I knew I was about to loose all control to this man’s touch and hoped that he would not stop once again holding me back from the approaching moment.

Suddenly my thighs were twitching and I began pressing my pussy into Edward’s hand. Edward was now pinching my clit between his fingers and I felt like I was in heaven. I felt dizziness come over me from my rapid breathing as my pussy muscles tensed and my body trembled as I reached the most intense orgasm.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh” “Yyyeeessssss”
I tried with all my might to stand motionless and make no sounds because if he removed his fingers from my pussy now, I would be stopped short. Just as my pussy was beginning to throb I heard moans within our room and realized that they were coming from me and I feared that Edward’s attention would be discontinued. They didn’t. I sensed that he knew my urgency and continued torturing my clit as my juices flowed freely onto his fingers. Just as I was at the height of my orgasm I felt his thumb being pressed into my ass and I screamed in delight again and again. My heart was racing wildly and my pussy was on fire. This was not the end but a new beginning. I wanted more…I wondered what this man could have in store for me next and wondered if I would feel the same urgency as before.

 

[flawless]

wow you three.. even though i cldnt imagine ever sharing my wife with another..you three have really kept me rivettedand waiting to read more.. please go on.and hope fully maybe someday i cld write something as beautiful sensual and erotic as all of you.
have anice time.. and dont break legs doing it..lol

 

[Markanthony]

As I sit here and stroke my cock I am watching as Edward takes my beautiful wife to new heights. I would never in a million years dream that this could be happening. But since we began discussing our sexual fantasies, our life has just seemed to take on a new meaning. She has become alot more open and self expressive. She wants more and demands it from me, and I willingly give it to her.

Edward's hand is tightly gripping her pussy and I momentarily look up at her and see that look of pleasure; that look of hers that I have come to know so well. Edward is now whispering something to her that I cannot not hear. I am wondering what is next. Is all of this for me, this teasing. I feel as if it is because I am so turned on by it. I am ready to explode but I am afraid that if I do I will miss something Edward has to offer my wife and I am enjoying this show he is giving me.Ummmmmm

I feel like a hungry animal that can't get enough. I am sure that Juliet is about to explode as well. And Edward? ?what about him?. How can he just keep on teasing us both and not feel something himself. He is human just like we are? Or is he? I feel right now that Juliet and I would do just about anything Edward asks us to. He has us under his control and he knows it. But it is all so good we would not complain about his contolling manner.

I still hear slurping sounds coming from Juliet and know that her pussy is dripping with her succulent juices. I am sure that Edward is enjoying this as much as I am. His fingers and hand are all over Juliet's pussy and her hips are swaying to his movements. Her eyes are closed and I can tell that she is in a trance, one of pure pleasure. What woman wouldn't be?.

Juliet jumps slightly and I feel that she is as close to cumming as I am. He must have touched a nerve but then I can hear him tell her to stop moving or he will stop his touches. She complys rather quickly. This man has to finish her now or I will. I can't go on much longer watching this. She wants him to take her but knows that if she speaks or moves he will stop. Juliet will not be deprived by him. Right now he is her master and she will do what ever he instructs her to do. Please Edward,I say to myself, please make her cum now, please!!!!

Ah yes,her gift. She is starting to grind into Edwards hand
really hard and I know that she is so very close. She is gritting her teeth and making different kinds of faces. Her hands are clenched into a fist and her legs appear to be twitching. Yes baby now, I want to watch you give Edward your gift. I want Edward to enjoy you as much as I do.
I want him to see and feel all of your sexual emotions. You are his now. She is holding her breath and squeezing, trembling and then I hear those wonderful sounds of hers,
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh""Yyyeeeeesssssss"

I am so relieved and turned on by this that I can feel my eruption coming as well. I grind my cock into my hand as
cum shoots from my cock onto my stomach. I slide from side to side in my chair as I rub my slick juice onto my cock wanting more. OHhhhh Sooo Daaammmm good

 

[Juliet]

wow you three.. even though i cldnt imagine ever sharing my wife with another..you three have really kept me rivettedand waiting to read more.. please go on.and hope fully maybe someday i cld write something as beautiful sensual and erotic as all of you.
have anice time.. and dont break legs doing it..lol

Flawless

I am so glad you are enjoying this story. We all three plan on carrying this one out to its fullest. But when the story is over or we have all died from exhaustion I'd be happy to begin a new role play with you...For right now this one is draining every bit of energy this body can stand. Until then continue enjoying this story as the events unfold.

 

[Whit00EK]

Now, my attention moves to Mark. I know what I am doing to his wife, and I want to see his reaction. He is sliding his hand up and down on his cock, already wet and slippery with his pre-cum, and I wonder if he will be able to hold on much longer. I smile inwardly. I have never made a woman and a man cum at the same time when the man was not me!

I feel Juliet's orgasm rising and increase my efforts on clit and lips and as her thighs and stomach begin to tremble and spasm, I slide my other thumb into her ass. It is but a few seconds from that point that she breathes out in nearly a hiss, "Ahhhhhhhhhh, yessssssssss!" and lets down her own copious flow of dew onto my hand. Her ass clenches and spasms on my thumb and the walls of her puss flutter and clamp my other thumb....ahhhh, she has reached the level at which I wanted her to be.

But Mark's face is flushed and his eyes are heavy and almost at the very moment I feel Juliet's juices flowing onto my hand, I see him spurt a huge amount of his own juice onto his stomach and chest. The surprised look on his face tells me this was not his total intent, but there it is, and now what are we to do with it.

I lean forward, never removing my hands, and whisper to Juliet, "Darling, keep your eyes closed and put your hands directly out in front of you."

Then, I speak to Mark, "Mark, take her hands and lower them to the arms of your chair." Mark reaches out and takes her hands in his and moves them to the arms of his chair, and Juliet leans forward, pushing her pussy back onto my thumb again. Her ass is now tight around my other thumb. I slowly slide my thumb out of her ass and motion to Mark to put his hand behind her head and lower it to his cock. I again tell her to keep her eyes closed. Mark slowly puts one hand behind her head and one hand lifts his still-stiff cock straight up in the air. As he lowers her head towards his cock, I remove my other hand from her pussy and am amazed at the amount of her juices which flow down her thighs. And I very quickly remove my Gucci loafers and lower my trousers and step out of them. I laugh as I look down and see my dark socks. No, this is not an old-time porn flick, so I quickly bend and remove them also. Now, I stand there directly behind her gorgeously soaking pussy, with my cock in my hand.

Mark moves her down until her mouth is just directly above his cock and I motion him to stop. I speak to her, "Juliet, love, your loving husband has become very excited at my treatment of your body. He has a surprise for you, if you are willing to accept it." I motion to Mark to continue and he lowers her head a fraction of an inch and her lips touch his slick head. He rubs the head across her lips for a second or two.

But I spend no more time watching Mark. Instead, I now take my cock in one hand -- I'm not as large as her husband, approximately 7.25 inches in length, but I am exceptionally thick in the shaft and the head has earned me a nickname many years ago.....hammerhead -- and I place the head against her wet, puffy lips and begin to push.

There is little or no resistance, except for the the difficulty of lodging the huge purple head inside her lips. When they stretch enough to accommodate the head, I slide it in and stop there. I flex my muscle and the head swells inside her pussy lips...I can feel the heat and the wetness. I glance up at Mark and his eyes are closed, his head thrown back on the chair. I cannot see, but I am assuming she has taken his cock into her mouth.

Now, my boy, you are truly "sharing" her with me. I slide my cock, in one slow motion, to the hilt in her pussy. My pubic hair presses against her ass and I feel my balls slide against the wetness of her blonde lips below. I am home; I am in heaven.