A Drink

Her husband sat there watching us, allowing his excitement to grow. He was our audience we performed for and thus added the excitement of being seen to our show. His cock peeked it's head out of his briefs as though trying to get a better view, the head was swollen and deep red in color. He ran his fingers up and down the shaft through his briefs as he watched. His taste was for watching. He savored my lust for his wife and added it to his own and then slipped it away to be used later.

Jennifer on the other hand enjoyed putting on the show. She enjoyed the tease and the flirting. Tonight however it would go beyond that and the thought would take form. She sat on the heavy oak and marble coffee table, her skirt hiked up just far enough to be coy and show the bottom of the lace on her stockings and yet still hiding her sweeter treasure. Her blouse was unbuttoned one extra button and I could make out the black lace of her bra straining to hold her ample breasts.

She was not thin or petite, she was voluptuous and curvy. Her face was pretty, not model pretty but that sort of beauty that made her sexy because she knew she was sexy. Her eyes were dark and threatened to draw you in and capture you if you looked into them to long and yet also looked playful and mischievous at the same time. Her full lips were a passionate red and looked wet and inviting.

I smiled at her as I stood there drinking her in. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders and down my arms. My cock strained against my jeans and the full outline could be easily seen as it begged to be let free. I placed her hand on my chest and she began to rub me. Her fingers slowly tracing the outline of my muscles like a maze, slowly working themselves lower and lower. I enjoyed the tickling sensation and the feel of someone new exploring my body. I touched her face with the back of my fingers and then brushed her long hair back. Her skin was warm to the touch and smooth, no layers of make up that might be brushed away if I touched to long, her beauty was hers and not from some bottle.

I looked at her husband and he smiled his approval to me. I wanted to make sure this was what he wanted too and he let me know it was. I looked back to Jennifer and saw she was looking at her husband as well. The look in her eyes made me envious of him, not many people ever get looks like that, a real look of love and more. Adoration and the desire to excite each other. I knew that's what this was all about. As much as she may have wanted me, it was really all about them and I was an extra in the play. Like the husband taking my lust though, I would steal some of their passion and their love and squirrel it away for myself for a later snack.

"Kiss me here." I said touching my stomach.

Jennifer smiled and kissed my belly lightly. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her face harder onto my flesh. She pressed her lips against me and pulled away smiling. Her lipstick left a perfect pair of lips on my skin. I ran my finger across the mark and then lifted it to my mouth and tasted her kiss. She smiled at me and leaned back so that her breasts jutted out.

I knelt in front of her and let my hair dangle down and tickle her thighs. I drew in a deep breath and could smell her arousal. Like an underlying perfume beneath the store bought scent, a deep musky smell that went past the logic part of my brain, directly to some primal core and my own excitement increased. I leaned forward and placed my face between her breasts, not touching her skin but close enough to feel her warmth on my face. I smelled her skin, her natural scent and closed my eyes. I let her fill my nostrils. My tongue slowly reached out and I tasted her flesh. A long slow lick between her breasts. Her skin was sweet and salty, hot to my tongue's touch.

I rubbed my lips over the cleavage showing, not kissing, simply feeling with my lips. Feeling the heat of her skin and the slight tremble at a touch. Her nipples strained the fabric of her blouse and bra. Straining forward and begging attention. Their outline was clear through the silk material.

I placed my arms to either side of her hips and raised myself up so that my face was at her neck. Jennifer tilted her head back and I let my lips slowly trace over her skin. I pushed my face to the side of her neck and smiled at the sensation of her hair tickling my face. My lips close to her ear I let my breathing reflect my arousal and take a harshness to it.

I spoke wetly, my voice sounding like it was kissing her ear. "What would you like?"

"I. . ." Her voice trembled slightly, She stopped and regained control. "I want you to fuck me."

"Too vague. Anyone can fuck you. What do you want?" I said, leaning closer so that my lips brushed her ear gently.

"I want. . ." She stopped again and swallowed.

"What? What would you like?" Trying to push her.

"I. . ." Then she giggled.

I smiled and ran my teeth across her neck. "What? Jennifer, what do you want?"

"Oh god, I want to cum bad. I want you to make me cum." She said with a nervous laugh.

"Good." I kissed her neck letting my tongue play across the sweet skin. "How?"

"What?"

I let out a throaty laugh, "How Jennifer?" I pulled back and looked into her eyes and smiled. "How do you want me to make you cum?"

Her face became serious, "I want you to use your mouth. I want to cum on your face." She grew bright red and became embarrassed at the boldness of the statement she had made. " I. . ."

I placed a finger across her lips to silence her and smiled. I leaned forward and kissed her, a soft gentle kiss that progressed harder and harder and deeper as our tongues began to seek out each other's mouths. Both of our breaths became deep and ragged as the kiss continued and her hands grabbed my shoulders. We broke apart for a second and looked at each other and then her hands pulled me back to the kiss, our bodies pressing together and her legs coiling about my waist. Her hands slipped into my long hair and she began to grab handfuls and push me harder into the kiss, like she was trying to merge our bodies into one. Her breath tasted sweet and her mouth was hot. Her ragged breaths out blowing across my cheek and onto my neck and ear driving me crazy. Her mouth was wet with excitement and her tongue firm but not forceful and we kissed. She began to suck on my tongue as our jaws worked and we rubbed our bodies together enjoying the feeling of a new form pressed against ourselves.

I broke the embrace and began to kiss my way down her neck, my teeth grating over her flesh as I lowered myself down further. When I reach the neckline of her blouse I grabbed the fabric in each hand and pulled hard. The buttons popped and shot across the room and I unveiled her body. I left the blouse open and hanging off her shoulders and pulled down on the lacy material of her bra. Her heavy breasts burst out of their confinement, the pink nipples puckered and hard. I drew her left nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard, rolling it on my tongue and letting my teeth brush across it. Her hand cupped the other breast and my fingers began to gently pinch and rotate the nipple. I drew the nipple from my mouth but left it wet from my saliva, my other hand grasping the breast and rubbing across the slippery nipple. I sucked the right nipple into my mouth and she gasped and pressed my face harder against her.

I turned us to the right so that we were in profile for her husband to see as she leaned back and thrust her breasts out to be suckled and rubbed. I squeezed the breast so that the nipple jutted forth and ran my teeth across it. I rubbed my face and lips across both breasts and kissed every inch of her flesh. Her hands twisting into my hair and pushed me against her, her shoulders rocking back and forth as she presented first one breast and then the other. Her legs pulled hard against my hips and the fabric of her skirt pulled up until her shear lace panties pressed against the rough fabric of my jeans. She began to lift and lower her hips, grinding them against my restrained cock, the wetness seeping through the panties and making my jeans warm as she ground faster and faster against me.

Her head hung back, her long hair dangling down. She watched her husband as I sucked on her breasts and she timed the grinding to his rubbing as his cock strained to be free from his underwear. His excitement grew as he watched us and hers grew as his did. He pulled down his briefs and freed his cock at last, grabbing it and pumping it hard. Precum made the head shine. She began to shudder and a small climax swept through her at the sight of him masturbating, at the sight of his cock hard and aching in his hands.

Her grinding slowed as her climax subsided and she relaxed her hands in my hair. I began to slow the pace of my kisses and worked down the bottoms of her breasts, lifting them and licking the hot skin underneath. With my hands still caressing her nipples I began to kiss down her stomach, licking her flesh as I lowered myself down. Her legs slid from my waist to around my ribs and she leaned back onto her elbows. Her skirt and garter were tangled up around her waist and the straps hanging down framed her soaking wet panties. Her stockings were black silk and they felt wonderful as the pressed against my skin, slippery and yet dry as they rubbed gently up and down.

I let one hand slide down and rest on her inner thigh as I kissed across the skin above her panties. The smell of sex filled my nose and I began to pick up rhythm again as my excitement grew. I began to kiss across the lace fabric of her panties down to the crotch where they were soaked through. I gently took the fabric in my mouth and pulled. They resisted as they clung to her wet lips for a second and then they pulled free, Jennifer let out a gasp as the cold air swept across her pussy. I pulled them down an inch or two with my mouth and then let go, I pulled back slightly and looked up at her. My hands both slowly wander to her panties, my fingers barely touching the flesh, tickling the entire way over her body. I slide my fingers under the material on the front of the panties, I can see them through the lace. I begin to press them up against the delicate lace and they break through with just barely audible rips. I look into her eyes and Jennifer takes a deep breath knowing what is next. I pull on the panties and they shred and rip. Tearing apart I rip them from her body, the sounds sending shivers through her, the feel of her clothing being torn from her driving her excitement to a feverish pitch.

Her pussy is shaved clean. The lips swollen and dark pink, have parted to reveal just a peek at her wet pussy. I pull her legs up and rest them on my shoulders and she lays back her hands leaving my hair and falling upon her breasts. The coldness of the marble causes her to jump and then she squirms as the shock wears off and the cold excites her more. I push her knees up until they are resting on her chest, her pussy sticking straight up in the air. I take her hands and place them behind her knees so she can hold them in the air for me and I stand over her. Jennifer looks up at me and smiles as my eyes drink her in and savor the sight of her body.

"Stay still." I say and turn to leave.

She moans in protest but stays still. I return in moments from the kitchen, a bottle in my hands. I remove the foil from around the neck and take off the retaining cap. Jennifer starts to laugh at the sight off the bottle and looks to her husband. He is smiling and slowly stroking his cock, his thumb rubbing on the slippery head with each stroke. The retainer cork off I set the bottle next to her and unbuckle my pants. She is watching me and the bottle and her husband. Wanting to see both of us nude, but knowing what is coming from the bottle. I strip off my clothing and stand nude before her stroking my cock. It is thick and long and I stroke hard so the huge head glistens with each stroke as the skin is pulled tight. She begins to watch me and then the bottle blows.

The cork fires out with a bang and a shower of champagne geysers into the air and onto her. Its spatters onto me, but she is covered as the cold liquid falls like rain. The shock of the cork and the cold of the champagne make her jump but she settles down again in a moment. I lean over her and noisily slurp the champagne from her skin, licking her clean of it. She moans and shifts to allow me to reach all of her. I make sure my slurps are loud and wet sounding so he can hear it too. She starts to lower her legs but I push them back up again and smile.

I lift the bottle to my lips and drink, allowing some to spill and dribble down my chest. My face and hair are slightly wet from drinking off of her. I kneel in front of her again and she closes her eyes. I tilt the bottle forward with my thumb over the top to keep from just pouring onto her and slowly slide the bottle neck into her pussy. As I slide my thumb free a gusher of champagne shoots into her, filling her pussy and spraying out and dribbling down her ass. I remove the bottle and place my lips over her pussy and she begins to lower her hips towards me. A fountain of wine pours from her into my mouth and I begin to suck and drink it in but it spills past my lips and onto my chin. The champagne mixing with her juices tastes intense.

She moans and her hands grab my hair, the last of the wine has been drained from her, but I don't stop the sucking. I begin to suck harder, my tongue dipping deep into her pussy and licking the sides. Like a child drinking a milkshake I want to get every drop. My upper teeth press against her clit as my jaws begin to work back and forth opening her wider. I shake my head back and forth, her lips held into my mouth I pull on them. Jennifer pushes my face deeper into her pussy and begins to grind against my face, rubbing up and down on my mouth.

I grab her ass with both hands and lift her up so I can get my tongue deep into her. My upper lips rubbing and pressing her clit as it swells against my face. I can feel her body tensing and I begin to push my lips into her, like trying to undo birth my face is pressed hard into her pussy, my nose rubbing just above her clit. I thrash my head back and forth as I lick and suck her, the force shaking her body. She digs her heals into my back and pulls hard on my hair. Her grinding is in time with my shaking and her body begins to shake as well. I know she is building and I begin to make slurping noises, loud and wet for her.

Her husband starts to moan as well. He is close. Watching the scene, he is stroking faster and faster, the head wet with precum, his hand slides over it and pulls the skin tight each stroke. She is watching him and watching his reaction. I start to suck hard and she arches her back, only her shoulders and head touching the coffee table now. He sees this and his hands flies up and down his cock.

She closes her eyes and opens her mouth and falls silent. I squeeze her ass cheeks harshly in my hands and push her pussy against me. Her hands in my hair are pulling out now but I resist and push in. She starts to make a high pitch noise, soft barely audible. I push my face forward hard one last time and shake my head back and forth fast and hard. She grinds her hips twice against me and the she begins to shudder. A deep low gutter moan comes out and she pushes my face hard into her and holds it still. The fast three times she rubs in a circle on my face.

Her juices have made my face wet and slippery. I can feel them running down my chin and dripping onto my cock below. The are slowly running down my chest and over my hands on her ass cheeks. I start to suck and am rewarded with a mouthful of her cum, rich and hot, the slight taste of champagne lingers in it. I swallow and let some drip down my chin. She rubs once more and her body jerks. She moans again and lets out a deep breath and her body begins to relax. I lower her down until her ass touches the cold marble covered in cold champagne. She jumps and jerks from the wet and cold and then relaxes into it, enjoying the feeling.
He moans and we both turn in time to see a geyser of cum shoot from him, arching into the air and spattered into the carpet. Her strokes it again and again, each time rewarded with another burst of cum. He rubs his thumb over the head and the last few spurts finally subside and he relaxes as well. He is sweating and panting, as tired as she is. They look at each other and smile, but enjoying the feeling.

She looks up at me and rubs her fingers over my face, the wetness making it slippery. I smile and kiss her hands, leaning forward and allowing the palm to rest on my cheek. She smiles and closes her eyes, her other hand tracing lazy circles on her breasts.

I raise up slightly and lean into her so that the head of my cock rests between her parted lips. Her eyes open slowly and a wicked grin comes across her face. Her legs wrap around me and in one quick move she impales herself onto me. The move is so quick it catches me off guard and I moan out as her wet pussy sucks me in. She arches her back slightly and breaths deep as my 8 inches slide into her. My balls slap against her ass with a wet report. Then she holds herself there. She looks up at me and smiles.

I feel her muscles inside her pussy begin to work and like a hand clothed in warm wet velvet she begins to pump me without moving. She is tight and then not and then tight again as she works her muscles. I reach and grab her hips and begin to slowly drive in and out of her. Sliding out slowly and then in fast and hard and then out slowly. It feels so good I know I will not be long. I feel her hand as she begins to play with her clit, rubbing it as I draw out and pressing it as I slam into her again. I look down and watch as I slide in and out, like a private porno just for me I watch as my cock slides out, glistened with her juices. I watch her pussy hold onto it and grudgingly slide off as I draw out and I watch her breasts bounce with each thrust in.

Her hands tangle into my hair again. "Fuck me." She says in a ragged voice.

I begin to go faster, bracing my arms on the table to keep balanced. My breath is harsh and husky now as sweat begins to drip down my face. It runs down and across my lips, I lick it in and taste her and the champagne and my own sweat with each drop. Our hips are slapping together now faster and faster. They make a wet smacking sound when they come together and a squishing sound as they draw apart.

"Fuck me baby!" She's yelling it now as she begins to thrash her head back and forth. Her hair wet from sweat and champagne sticks to her face and to her neck and chest.

"Yes, yes, yes." She urges me on with kicks from her heels on my ass and by pulling on my hair like reigns. I am fucking her hard and fast, my cock flying in and out of her, slamming in hard and then out again. Her breasts are bouncing freely, her hands in my hair and arms pushing her breasts up and forward. I watch them as I get closer and closer.

I can feel it build in me, like a tiny shock at the base of my spine that builds and builds and spreads throughout my body. I can feel her body tensing and she arches her back, her legs become like a vice around me. My cock slides in and then half way out and the tingle of the shock suddenly erupts through me. I can feel my body beginning to stiffen and I can't stop it. There is a feeling of intense pleasurable pressure within me, like a balloon filled beyond to the breaking point.

I pull my cock out of her and grind it against her clit. Suddenly I erupt and the first burst is smeared over both our bellies and chests. Her hands grabs me and begins to pump me hard and my second burst covers her hand and drips onto her pussy. A third and then a fourth and a fifth spurt shoot, I loose track. I can't breath, all I can do is moan and hold myself up on my arms. I can feel my stomach and chest are wet with cum, hers and mine. I can feel her hand stroking me, it tickles so bad it almost hurts but feels so good I never want her to stop. Sweat stings my eyes and my muscles stop working. My arms tremble and my legs wobble. I let myself collapse onto her and we kiss again, not so hard this time, softer and slower.

I walk away from their house. I can hear them fucking inside. In a way I am there too. The excitement I helped to create is fueling them, it's driving them to greater passion for the night. And they are with me. The satisfaction I carry with me is inspired by them. It's a strange sensation but I laugh and add it to the long list of strange sensations stored away within.

I see a small pub ahead. It's still open at this late hour so I walk to it. There are only a few people in here. Two men playing pool and one of their dates. The bartender wiping the place down and stacking glasses and a waitress bleary eyed and tired. A woman sits alone at the bar and I approach her. I sit down next to her and she smiles at me. She can smell the sex on me. She is not offended by it, on the contrary, she is intrigued by a man who can wear another mans wife so boldly in public.

"Would you like to buy me a drink?" she asked slightly slurred and then smiles. She is pretty, not model pretty, but the real kind of pretty that made her sexy because she felt sexy.

"Yes I would," I said leaning closer, "A special drink from a special cup." I said and she smiled a questioning little smile. " but first. . ."

"What?" She asked leaning closer to me.

"Tell me something."

"Sure." She said smiling at me.

"What would you like?"