âIn here,â I said to both, scooting into the toilet. I turned the light on, and glancing behind as they joined me inside, closed, and swiftly locked the door. Turning, I found Karen smiling up at Simon. A smile spread across my lips at the prospect of what lay ahead.
âI must say, you two have been being a little naughty,â I began, admonishingly. Simon looked at me, unsure whether I was angry with him. Karen didn't look at me though, she continued watching Simon, amused by his reaction.
âI thought that's why I was here,â Simon replied, questioningly. Karen, happy to have time alone at last with her, and now apparently eager to continue where they'd left off a little earlier grabbed him, pushing him back against the wall, her tongue sliding into his shocked mouth.
For a hesitant moment Simon appeared taken off guard. It wasn't to last, his dominant side regaining control of the situation quickly. His big hands were on her juicy full arse, pulling her groin into his. I watched as my wife ground her hips into Simonâs pelvis, trying and visible succeeding in moving him into a state of arousal. Their kiss was deep, passionate, and both had apparently completely forgotten I was there. Karen, pulled up by Simonâs hands cupping her arse, was on her top toes. Already with her legs arched provocatively in her four inch wedges, the overall impression was that of her body at the peak of orgasm. I couldn't wait to see that spectacle a little later this evening, as I hoped I would if things continued like this.
With his tongue in her mouth, her hands exploring his muscled chest and abs through his tight fitting shirt, he explored her delicious curves, pawing at her ample cleavage, pinching her nipples through her clothing. Moans were escaping from my horny wife at an increasing volume. I wondered who might be listening outside, though I wasn't about to stop the fun to find out.
Karen dropped to her knees. Her short dress rode up alarmingly on her thighs. I felt my cock stiffen quickly at the sight of her immediate submission towards her handsome stud. I willed her hands between her legs. But instead they found his trouser belt. He stood proud, the bottoms of Karen's delicious arse fully on display to him through the bathrooms full length mirror. Everything he could see, I could see too. And I knew he could see the outlines of her plump cunt beneath the hem of her short skirt.
I found my gaze wandering back to her hands. Rather than immediately unbuckle him, her hands danced over his tremendous prick. She traced the outline of his tremendously sized lad, biting her lower lip, looking at him in the eyes as she did so.
âYou're a big boy,â she said, with a wicked grin. Unable to wait, he unzipped his trousers, reaching into his fly with his right hand, whilst pulling the fly of his pants abruptly with his left. And out it came. Stood fully erect, proud, and so thick. I felt a pang of jealousy. I wished I too, had such a gorgeous cock. I wondered how different my life might have been if I had his physique, his chiselled good looks, and that steel sword between my legs. I was used to the feeling of envy. I craved it, sexually.
But also jealous of my wife getting to suck such a magnificent specimen. I would have happily joined her on the bathroom floor, double teaming that monstrous rod with gay abandon. Instead, I had to make do with watching. And wanking. I pulled my own, admittedly smaller penis out and tugged at myself, already stupidly hard from the scene unfolding before me.
âThat's it Karen, show him how good you can suck dick for me,â I encouraged. I wondered who might be outside. I could imagine Tony, frustrated, his infrequently used erection mocking him inside his trousers as he listened to my wife sucking off a stranger. Or Louise. Even her grumpy cunt would be wettened by this sight, there was no doubt in my mind. I pictured myself pulling her through the door, roughly making her mouth fuck me whilst I watched my wife giving Simon a delicious blowjob. Of course in real life I'd never have done such a thing. Such is a fantasy. In reality no doubt she'd had joined in with her best friend and their muscled lover. I imagined that too. Her tongue deep in Simon's arse hole whilst my wife worked his generous cock and dangling balls.
Simon began moaning in time with the bobbing of Karen's head. Her lips were silky smooth, her oral the best I'd ever had. And from the feedback I'd had from other lucky bulls, amongst the best they'd had, too.
âSpread your legs baby,â I suggested, âdon't forget about yourself.â I pulled out my mobile phone, fumbling one hand to film proceedings. I knew the footage would be jerky, what with me playing with myself with my free hand. For my enjoyment only, I reminded myself. Karen, hands free from his now fully slickened meat, spread her lips through her crotchless underwear, and strummed her engorged clitoris with a-gusto. In doing so, moans of her own vibrated down the full length of his cock, spurring him on yet further. His big hands were holding her face in place as he slowly, rhythmically moved back and forth, pumping himself into her willing mouth. Eyes closed, he appeared close to orgasm, and noticing she was being filmed, Karen gave her attention to the camera, knowing full well I'd be enjoying this one for many years to come. If you'll excuse the pun.
Just as their conjoined moment seemed inevitable, the bathroom door handle depressed, making me jump out of my skin, dropping my phone in the process. Both Karen and Simon froze, tense. Karen kept his cock in her mouth, though Simon looked at me for direction.
âI will just be a few minutes!â I shouted, breathlessly. âGive me a fucking break.â I added, under my breath.
âHurry up, I'm bursting!â came the reply. Tony. Shit. My prick felt rapidly draining. Karen withdrew, straightening up. Simon looked frustrated, his own member still stood at full mast, ready and waiting for duty.
âDon't worry, we'll carry this on a little later.â I assured him. With Karen stood up, adjusting her hair in the mirror, Simon took the hint that the fun was over for the moment. I looked at my watch, it was quarter past ten. Taxiâs were booked or half ten. Not long to go now.
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