Authors: Grace Harper
I followed him down the hallway to his bedroom, and he turned around to face me as soon as I was in the room. He cupped my cheeks with his big warm hands and stared down at me, not uttering a word but pleading me with his eyes. I didn’t know what he was trying to convey to me.
“What?” I said.
“I still cannot figure it out, what are you not telling me?”
I watched as his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips and back again, he began to lean in. Almost at my mouth, I could feel his breath on my lips, and I felt my eyes flutter close. I tried my best to resist this happening, but I was powerless to his pull. Just when I thought our lips would touch the doorbell buzzed, and we jumped apart. Our chests were heaving in and out from our heavy breathing. I stared at him, looked deep into his eyes, trying to read what he was feeling at that moment. All I could see was pain, was it that awful that he nearly kissed me?
“Stay right there, don’t move.” He instructed and walked out of the room carefully closing the door behind him.
I stood there motionless waiting for him to return, I could hear two voices other than Jack’s. Two women, he chatted with them briefly and then I heard his footsteps coming back to the bedroom door. When he opened it, I didn’t turn around, I stayed where I was. I wanted to look at him, but I still stayed where I was. He walked around and stood back in front of me and grasped my shoulders and dipped his knees so that his head was level with mine.
“We’ll continue this conversation later sweetheart, ok?” He gently asked.
“Ok, hot stuff, get your kit off and let’s see what delights you have planned for me this evening.” I said to him.
I tried to cover up my nervousness with bravado. I did, and I didn’t want to continue the conversation later. In the meantime, I had another scene to watch and had no idea how far he was going to strip me.
“I know you said that you didn’t want to get naked with me on your list of conditions but would you object to undressing me?”
Undress him? I didn’t know if I could do that, I’d never undressed any other man than my husband before. He looked delicious in his suit. He had removed his jacket and had rolled up his sleeves when he had prepared dinner but still had on the rest of his clothes. Where would I start?
“Is this your first time?” He whispered to me, lifting my chin so that I would look at him.
I didn’t answer him because I was too embarrassed to say anything. I reached out and started with the buttons of his waistcoat, starting from the top and unbuttoning the others until I reached the bottom one. It was already undone. I smoothed my hands up his chest over his shirt to his shoulders and pushed the garment off and watched as it dropped to the floor.
The air was electric, I could feel the heat from his body radiating through his shoulders on my hands where I’d left them. I moved my fingers across his collarbone to his tie, not looking at his eyes. I fixed my stare on his dimpled chin and dipped to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. My fingers ached to trace his jaw line, but he was not mine to touch.
Loosening his tie, I pulled it from his collar and dropped that to the floor. Placing one finger over the neck of his collar behind his top button, I flicked it open with my thumb and forefinger. Feeling his Adam’s apple against the back of my hand sent a jolt through my belly. It was a slow swallow, nervous and deliberate. I still couldn’t look him in the eye.
I could feel myself getting wet, and I hadn’t taken his shirt off yet. Standing so close to him was intoxicating, and my feet were firm in their place. I carefully unbuttoned his shirt to half way and dropped my hands to his waist pulling his shirttails out of his trousers. Carrying on unbuttoning his shirt so that it hung like a pair of curtains I could see a strip of flesh. I wanted to lick the slight dip in between his pectoral muscles and the flatness of his stomach to his belt buckle.
It was a glorious sight, and I wanted to see more, mimicking my earlier movements with his waistcoat. I inched my fingers into his shirt on his stomach and smoothed my hands up his chest to his shoulders and pushed it off. The shirt didn’t fall to the ground because the sleeves were still tightly rolled up. I tugged on each arm until the fabric was free and watched it float to the floor.
His chest was so close, close enough to kiss, and I wanted to touch him desperately. The sensuousness of undressing him in my own time was erotically charging me. My nipples were hard and were straining against my barely there bra. If he looked down, he would be able to see how aroused I was. I was about to see how aroused he was because his trousers needed to come off next. He was still wearing his light tan, leather, buffed to a shine, shoes. I dropped to my knees and bowed my head to remove his shoes. I untied his laces and tapped his calf for him to step out. He rested his hand on my head for balance and stepped out whilst I held on to the back of them. I repeated the motion with his other foot and removed his socks at the same time.
Standing back up I braced myself and noticed that his warm green eyes had changed to a beautiful amber liquid. He was magnificent. I didn’t take my eyes from his as I reached down and undid his belt. Fortunately, it was a simple leather belt buckle that I could undo without much fuss. Pulling the belt out of its loops, it escaped with a snap as I freed it. Dropping it to the floor, I stood still, eyes fixed on his, barely breathing.
My hands stopped moving, and I stood immobile. I swallowed nervously and tried to find the courage to keep going.
“Trousers,” he said, one word, commanding.
“I can’t,” I whispered. I couldn’t, I was scared of what I would do once he was naked.
“Trousers, now Olivia, the girls are waiting.” He said glaring at me, almost with threat.
I didn’t look as I fumbled, trying to find his button. I couldn’t find it, so I had to drop my eyes to look. I saw the bulge of his cock straining against the material of his trousers. It was big, thick and waiting to be released from its confines. I involuntarily licked my lips. I discovered why I couldn’t find a button because he had a clasp fastening part way off along the waistband. Unclipping it, the top part of his trousers gaped open showing his flat, taut stomach. I tentatively reached for his zip and pulled it down, revealing black boxer briefs. Hooking my thumbs into the side of his trouser waistband, I inched down his trousers over his hips until they fell by themselves to the floor.
He was clearly a very fit man, there were no bulging muscles on his stomach, but his thighs were a different matter. Seeing the definition of his thighs as he flexed his muscles as he shifted slightly on his feet, aroused me further. I watched as his toes curled in as I placed my fingers and hands on his stomach. I pressed in slightly wanting to feel how firm his abs were. He was rock hard, and I wanted to check the rest of his body to feel how firm everything else was.
Using the palms of my hands, I shifted them so that they were sitting just under his ribcage, and I pressed my forehead against his chest. Slightly shaking my head from side to side because I knew I couldn’t take the last step. I couldn’t pull his final piece of clothing off.
“One more piece to go Olivia, you can do it. I see your pulse racing in your neck, and I can hear your shallow breathing. This is affecting you, and your body is telling me how much. I bet if I were to slip my fingers into your knickers I would find your pussy wet with your juices.”
I stepped back so that I wasn’t touching him, his words were too much, like a cold glass of water poured on the performance we just played out.
“I can’t, I just can’t do it.”
He believed me and stripped off his underwear in one swift movement. He stepped towards me and bumped his head against mine. I could feel the weight of his stare and didn’t look up to meet it. I turned around and took a step towards the door.
“Where are you going Olivia? I told you earlier that I would undress you tonight, turn back around.”
My rapidly beating heart shot up into my throat. I’d forgotten his words from earlier and was now terrified of what he was going to do. Terrified that I would like it so much I would want to take things further. He stepped closer, and his erect cock nudged against me, it was the only part of his body to touch me, and my pussy throbbed in response.
I turned back around and brazenly stared at his face, goading him silently to do his worst. He reached for the hem of my jumper and pulled it off with my t-shirt. Moments later my jeans were around my ankles, and he was tapping my calf to step out of them. In less than a minute, he had me in my underwear.
“You’re lovely Olivia, I approve of your choice of underwear. I can see everything through the sheer fabric of the black material. Your pussy is almost bare, but I can see the small line of hair. The dark skin around your nipples seems to be glowing through the fabric.”
Not waiting for me to react he took my hand, opened the door and led me back to the other bedroom where I assumed the girls were waiting.
As I entered, I could see that they had started without us. They were both naked. One of the girls turned towards us, her full breasts hanging perfectly and gently swaying as she turned back to the other girl and kissed her deeply. Their breasts were pressed together and their tongues dancing sensuously in each other’s mouths. They both had their eyes closed, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies. They were perfectly in sync anticipating the other’s next move.
“She’s stunning Jack, hurry up and get over here.” The long haired brunette suggested.
“We’re going to watch for a while.” Jack told them.
I couldn’t take my eyes off them as Jack pulled me to the same chair as last night and sat down, patting his knees for me to sit on his lap. I threw him a questioning look, and he tilted his head to his lap where his hard cock pointed to the ceiling and invited me to sit with his eyes. I shrugged and sat down, telling myself to brazen it out. I trusted him. I believed that he knew not to push me too far. With my back leaning against his chest, his cock nestled between the cheeks of my arse, I made myself comfortable. He wrapped his arms around my bare waist just above the edge of my French knickers and placed his chin on my shoulder.
“We’re going to watch them for a while and then I’ll join them. You can join us as well if you want.” He whispered in my ear.
I stiffened in his embrace, and he chuckled and squeezed me closer to him.
“Why don’t you play director and tell them what you want to happen? Do you have any burning desires you want see acted out Olivia?”
He was so open and direct, I felt sick with nerves, I didn’t know what to say and my mind went blank. A lesbian scene was not on my list. I’d asked for a ménage of two guys and a girl, so I wasn’t prepared for this scenario at all and had no clue about what to say.
“I don’t know Jack, why don’t you direct and I’ll just watch.”
“All right, fair enough, I know this wasn’t what you were expecting, but I thought I would try and break that comfort bubble you have carefully placed around you and invite the girls around. They are called Jane and Carrie.” He shifted slightly and spoke in a louder voice to them.
“Carrie, grab that dildo from the drawer and do your worst on Jane.”
Both Carrie and Jane looked over at us and smiled seductively and rearranged their positions. Jane leant back on her elbows and spread her legs wide. Carrie leaned over to the drawer and took out a large, thick, black dildo and smiled mischievously at Jane.
Twisting the bottom of the dildo, it came to life with a buzz and it began moving like no natural cock ever would. I had some experience of dildos, but my eyes still rounded to the sheer size of it. My thoughts wandered to how it would feel inside me, and I shifted again on Jack’s lap.
Jack pushed his knees together and then parted them and then pushed them back together. This action caused my legs to drape each side of his and he relaxed his legs so that his were parted slightly. My legs were wide open, and my pussy was exposed and pointed towards the girls. Jack rested his hands on my thighs and resumed his position of his chin on my shoulder. We watched as Carrie’s tongue poked out of her mouth as she brushed the dildo over Jane’s nipples, making them stiffen and stand out. She trailed the dildo down her toned flat stomach and slowly stroked it over the seam of her pussy. Slowly, up and down she dragged the tip of the dildo, pushing deeper into her folds. Jane stared into Carrie’s eyes as she watched the little shivers of pleasure wash over her body.
Carrie grazed Jane’s body with her hands, squeezing her breasts as he made her way down to her thighs. Discarding the dildo she dropped her head and licked the slit of Jane’s bare pussy. She repeated this again and again until the tip of her tongue disappeared into her folds. Jane was moaning and swivelling her hips to Carrie’s relentless, steady rhythm.
Pulling back up, Carrie brought her fingers into her crease, opened Jane’s folds wide and leaned back in and plunged her tongue into the mouth of Jane’s channel. Jane bucked her hips off the bed which only meant that Carrie’s tongue delved deeper. Jane continued with her bucking motion as Carrie’s head kept still. The tables were turned, and it was Jane who was fucking Carrie’s tongue and not the other way round. Carrie felt around the bed for the dildo and slowly pushed it into Jane. Going carefully for the first slid inside, she allowed Jane to get used to the violation. Once the grin appeared on Jane’s face, Carrie picked up the pace and pushed the large fake cock in and out Jane repeatedly.
Jack’s hands had slipped so that his fingers were stroking my inner thighs and the sensations were shooting straight to my damp pussy, I wanted to touch myself as I watched Jane climbing to her climax. Instead, I squirmed on Jack’s lap feeling Jack harden further behind me. He liked what he saw and was gently moving so that he was rubbing his cock with my back to the same beat as Jane and Carrie’s thrusts. Jack’s hands were making their way slowly to the edge of my knickers, only inches away from my clit. My heart thudded so hard, and I mentally willed him to push the material to one side and slide his fingers inside me. The throbbing waves began to pulsate through me. I wanted more than anything for him to plunge his fingers into me. Watching Carrie fuck Jane with the dildo and sucking on her clit was turning me on so much.
Jane yelled out her release as Carrie took one more swipe of her slit and knelt back up with a satisfied smirk.
“Who’s next?” She said while looking directly at me.
I shifted, and Jack removed his hands from my thighs. He cupped my elbows and began to lift me from his lap. I stood up, and he moved around me and gestured for me to sit back down. I obliged him, and he walked over to the two girls.
He talked to them in a low voice, and I couldn’t hear what he said but the girls were all smiles and shifted on the bed.
Carrie nodded and got herself ready. Jane brought a large blue glass dildo over and climbed back on the bed. She sat cross-legged in front of Carrie and circled her clit lightly in small circles with the dildo. I could see Jack standing on the other side of the bed, stroking his hard cock slowly as he watched Jane slide two fingers into Carrie’s pussy. Slowly, she pushed her fingers in and out until Carrie started to moan. Jack straddled and knelt over Carrie and lifted her arms over her head and gently lowered his hips so that the glistening crown of his cock was nudging her mouth lips. She quickly licked the drops that had formed and circled his head with her tongue while she locked eyes with him. Jack swayed his hips from side to side teasing his cock along the seam of her mouth.
Matching the momentum of her body being rocked by Jane’s fingers inside Carrie’s pussy, he pushed into her warm wet, inviting mouth. Just a couple of inches, in and out at the same speed as Jane’s plunging fingers. As Carrie began to whimper, Jane pushed the dildo into Carrie’s pussy at the same time Jack thrust his cock into her mouth. There was a startled yelp from Carrie that soon moved on to a groan of pleasure. Jane and Jack’s movements were timed together, Carrie was being fucked twice at the same pace. In no time at all, Carrie began to cry out, and Jack withdrew his cock and stood back up.
Now that Jack had released her arms, Carrie grabbed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples painfully hard, whimpering as Jane moved away from her. Jack walked over to the side table and picked up a condom and rolled it over his length and moved to the bed and lay flat on his back.
Carrie moved and straddled Jack’s hips using one hand to stroke his length whilst holding on Jane’s hip, and she straddled Jack’s chest. Jane had positioned her pussy over Jack’s mouth and his tongue shot out and took a swipe of the parted lips presented to him. He grabbed Carrie’s hips and moved her body so that she hovered for a few seconds and then impaled her body on his cock. With both her hands free she reached around latched her hands onto Jane’s breasts and pinched her nipples and she began to move.
I had to cross my legs to gain some friction, after watching the first orgasm, I was ready to explode. Getting turned on by watching the three of them, I began to wonder if I was a voyeur.
Grabbing her thighs Jack pushed his mouth closer to Jane, and she swivelled her hips to gain more friction. My eyelids matched Carrie’s as they half closed, I wanted release and soon. The rhythmic thrusting up of Jack’s hips into Carrie, up and down, skin smacking against skin was arousing. Jane’s hands locked firm around Carrie’s, interlacing their fingers, the moans coming from all three of them had my head lost in desire. I wanted to join them but was transfixed on the spot on the visual display. Jack’s face of concentration and determination was a sight to be seen, and it made me incredibly horny to watch him again.
The motion that the three of them made had the bed squeaking quietly with their fucking. My hands made their way to my crotch, my fingers inching into my knickers and I risked a small, discreet rub of my clit while I watched. I couldn’t control the need to relieve the uncomfortable ache in my pussy. The waves had already started, and a hard throb shuddered its way down my body. There was no way I was going to make it until a bath later. I lost my prudish thoughts and allowed myself to participate. As their pace quickened, so did my fingers and my heart rate. I could feel my orgasm building, the heat spreading out over my skin and before the others yelled out their release, I did.
At that very point, all three looked at me and grinned and picked up speed. I watched them with my head leaning back on the chair with half-closed eyes, breathing haphazardly as I came down from my high. The three of them let out their climax like dominos, Jane first and then Carrie and finally Jack. Carrie came violently, the muscles in her legs stiffened as her climax came, and her hips thrust forward, back arched as she reached back and grabbed Jack’s shins for balance. She froze like a statue for a few seconds until she lay limp on the bed. Satisfied smiles were on all three faces.
What I’d done in front of them slowly dawned, masturbating in front of three people having sex. My first thought was embarrassment. I stood and walked out of the room and left them to come down from their own high in peace. I walked back to Jack’s bedroom and collected my clothes from the floor and sat on the bed with them crumpled on my lap. I sat there for an eternity, head bowed, unscrambling my brain.
The door edged open, and I looked up to see Jack wrapped in a white towel around his hips.
“Are you ok?” He asked me as he sat next to me on the bed.
“Yes, no, I don’t know. I feel embarrassed that I got off watching you all have sex.” I said not looking him in the eye.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a hell of a compliment that we turned you on so much. I was beginning to think that you were immune to arousal.”
“Far from it, I came so hard I nearly cried.” I confessed.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm Olivia?”
“Last night” I answered quickly, praying he didn’t probe further.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm given to you, not by your own hands.”
Damn, he was direct.
He had to ask that question, how was I going to answer this one honestly and not start a whole barrage of further questions?
“It has been a while.”
“How long Olivia?” he probed.
“Three weeks?” He cut my answer off with his incredulous reply.
“No, not three weeks, it has been longer than that.”
“How long Olivia?” He asked again, his tone impatient.
“Three years.” I whispered and dropped my head, chin touching my chest. I fisted my hands in my clothes, waiting for his reaction.
“Fucking hell.” He uttered quietly, staring at me. “For fuck sake, your husband hasn’t given you an orgasm in three years? What the fuck is wrong with him, you’re a stunning, wildly attractive and beautiful. Any man sleeping in the same bed as you shouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you.”
He was yelling now and running his hands through his hair, glaring intently at his knees, trying to process what I’d just said.
“Can we talk about this tomorrow Jack? I think I should go back to the hotel.”
He got up without a word and walked out of the room closing the door. I didn’t want to tell him the truth, but I also didn’t mean to lie to him. Economy of the truth I thought was the best option. I quickly dressed and walked to the living room to find my shoes and bag. I found Jack standing at the window fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, looking through the parted curtains, swirling amber liquid around a tumbler.
“Where are Carrie and Jane?” I asked him as I laced up my shoes.
“They have left. Are you ready to go?” He asked still with his back to me.
I could feel the pity in the air. He turned to me with a sad look in his eyes, this is exactly the look I didn’t want to see on his face, and it made me angry.
“I do not want your pity Jack, so you can take that look off your face right now. My marriage has nothing to do with you or this week, so stop jumping to conclusions and walk me home.” I told him raising my voice slightly.
“I’m going to make a statement, and I do not want an answer. I just want to say it, and maybe you will trust me enough tomorrow to tell me what the fuck happened to you.” He paused, putting his glass on the dining table with the leftover food and walked towards me. He gently cupped my face in his hands and kissed my forehead.