He wanted to share his girlfriend with another guy. We agreed to meet at a hotel. He and I chatted in the lobby while she waited upstairs. He set the expectations - be respectful, follow his lead. He wanted me to sit and watch. No promises for anything else. And with that, we headed upstairs.
She greeted us at the door. She was mid 30s, average height, long curly brown hair, pale skin, and a big smile. She was wearing jean shorts that hugged her thighs, ass, and hips. Her top did little to hide her large chest.
As instructed, I sat down in the lone chair and turned my attention to this couple. He was older, early 40s, around six feet tall, dark hair and olive complexion. He carried an air of confidence, comfort, and control. He was in charge.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He pulled her tightly, an hand at her hip while the other slide through her hair. He turned her head, kissing her neck as he looked at me. He guided her, turning her around. They both stared at me as he pulled her tight, her back against his chest. His left hand slid inside her top with purpose. His movements were smooth and deliberate. She rolled her head back, closed her eyes and melted into him. He whispered in her ear. She compliantly removes her top, baring her breasts. He took both in his hands while her head arch back into him. He stared at me and ask, “Have you ever seen tits like these? Aren’t the amazing?” I could only agree.
I remained seated, watching with excitement, patience, and anticipation. I didn’t know what more would happen, but I was eager to keep watching, to enjoy the moment. And he clearly wanted to show her off. And she seemed to enjoy it. Whether she enjoyed the audience or pleasing him, I couldn’t tell. And in the moment, it didn’t seem to matter.
He turned her back around and instructed her to remove her shorts. Then she helped him remove his shirt and pants. Watching her massage his dick through his boxer shorts raised my temperature. They moved to the bed. He pushed her down to the bed, laying her on her back. He removed her panties. I watched as he ran his fingers across her pussy, gently teasing her clit. She twitched under his touch, raising and lowering her legs, her body eager to feel more.
He knelt, parted her legs, and leaned in for a kiss. She gasped at the touch of his lips. Her back arched as he work his tongue across her clit. Her moans began softly but quickly grew loaded, her breath quicker and more urgent.
Without warning, he stood and removed his boxers. I caught a glimpse of his cock, cut and average. I stared as she rose to meet it, taking it in her hands, massaging him gently before taking him in her mouth. The sight of this pushed me further, amazed at the experience and the scene in from of me. My cock, growing with excitement, was uncomfortable trapped within my pants. But still, I remained patient, a quiet observer.
As she sucked his cock, her long hair covered the scene. He brushed her hair aside to ensure I enjoyed the moment. He watched me watching them. Occasionally she would steal a glance at me watching her give head. She seemed motivated by my presence.
He pulled her up. He kissed her deeply, then slid himself on the bed. She climbed beside him. Their hands danced on each other’s body. He looked at me and asked, “are you enjoying watching us?”
“I am,” I answered. They both smiled. He looked back at her and, without a word, she climbed on top of him. She slid down his body, reached for his cock, and guided it inside her pussy. In a moment she was riding him quickly. She arched backwards, her breasts bouncing in time. “Have you ever watched this before” he asked. I had not. She moved quickly, purposefully. Her ass clenched. Her hips shifted. Her moans grew louder than ever. I was entranced watching her edge closer to orgasm. He watched me, then looked to her. “Show him how you cum” he instructed. As if she’d been waiting for his permission, her motion became insistent. She rocked forward, braced herself, and rode him harder than before. Her moans became screams, enveloping the entire room as she climaxed. Her body shook with passion. As the last waves of pleasure dissipated, she sank on top of him. He rolled her to his side. I could see them both as they kissed, then turned to me. She smiled and laughed. He smiled. “How was that? Isn’t she load when she cums?”
I could only agree. She was wonderfully loud. I imagined that her cries of pleasure were heard by anyone in the hallway of adjacent rooms.
He turned to her and said, “why don’t you help our guest get more comfortable. She stood and walked to me. She kneeled down in front of me. My heart raced. She placed her hands on my legs and gently rubbed my thighs. She waited for his instructions.
She rose. I leaned forward to meet her. Our lips found each other’s, our tongues reaching to explore.
“That’s good. Now take off his clothes.”
I stood to assist. She pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my chest. She ran her fingers down, brushing through the hair on her way to my pants. She unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down. Her hands returned to my hips. She slid her right hand across my boxers, feeling out my cock.
She complied. I sat back down so she could discard my clothes. She looked back to him.
“Go ahead, use your hands to get him hard.”
As her hands explored my cock and caressed my balls, my mind raced. We’d exceeded my expectations already. I tried to settle my brain, to slow down and enjoy the moment.
She rubbed me softly at first. As I grew hard, she stroked me gently, just enough to get me ready.
“Come over to me sweetie.”
She smiled at me and walked back to him. He guided her to her knees as he stood over her. She took him in her hands, and then her mouth. She worked slower than before - she was building him up without trying to get him off.
“Comes join us.”
I stood and walked to them. I stood over her, watching her work his cock. I could see her hand slide on his shaft. Her tongue teasing his head. Her fingers massaging his balls as her mouth took him in and out. Her eyes looking to him for guidance and validation.
“Don’t forget about him.”
Her right hand reached out for me, grabbed my hip and pulled me closer, before sliding to my cock. I was beside him as his cock was sucked. Then she took me in her mouth.
She worked slowly, exploring my cock with her mouth. Tasting and teasing every curve and line. Her stroked her hair as she took me deep.
Then his hand was on my ass. He pushed me closer to her as he moved in closer as well. Our hips met and I moved my left arm around his waist. His right hand traced the lines of my ass.
Our cocks were just inches apart as she switched between them. I watched her as he turned toward me, our cocks now pressed close against her face. Issuing both hands, she guided them together and licked us both at the same time. The feel of his cock against mine sent nervous waves of excitement through my body. I was lost in the moment. I felt his left hand on my cheek as he turned my face to his, then kissed me deeply. His lips were firm. His stubble rough against mine. His tongue teased mine. My left hand moved up his back to his head, buried in his hair, pulling him into me. My nerves gave way to desire. The excitement coursed through me.
He pulled back and smiled, then dropped to his knees. I stood silently as he pulled her in for a kiss. I watched then share a moment of eye contact. Then he took my cock in his mouth.
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