I (M26) Get To Watch Them (M28/F27); The Sequel – This Time I Join!

*Reading ‘I Get To Watch Them’ on my page first is recommended.*

Almost a week had passed since that night I watched Steve and Rachel have sex at his apartment. I talked regularly with him, but I could tell Rachel avoided me some at work. She was embarrassed, and truthfully if I’m being honest, I was too.

I kept going back in my mind to the following morning when Steve thought Rachel might be open to more. Was he serious? Just thinking about it made me hard. I’d always found her attractive, but the thought of playing with her and maybe even fucking her? I was definitely open to it, while at the same time not wanting to appear as though I was pushing it to happen.

Steve texted me on Thursday night and invited me over on Saturday.

“Is Rachel going to be there?” I texted back.

“That’s the plan,” he replied. “She wants this to happen again.”

By ‘this’ I wasn’t exactly sure what it meant. Was I just going to be watching again? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I was open to it. I just wondered if I might be participating more this time around.

Saturday evening came. I stopped to grab to a nice bottle of red wine before heading to Steve’s. I was sort of like a teenager going on a first date, only I was actually going to a mini-sex party where I didn’t really know what role I was going to have in the whole thing.

“I’m sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you at work this last week,” Rachel told me as I presented her with the bottle of wine. “It’s not every day what happened last weekend happens, in general, let alone with people you work with every day.”

“No worries,” I assured her, as we leaned in for a shared hug. “I wasn’t sure what to say, either….and hoped you didn’t think I was the one ignoring you.”

“Well, we’re all here now,” said Steve. “Let’s fix a drink and turn on the game.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Rachel confirmed. “I’ll have a glass of wine, but I need to use the restroom first,” she said, grabbing her gym bag. “Be right back.”

My mind sort of fluttered. I think Steve’s did, too. We fixed a drink, poured her glass of wine and sat on the couch, waiting for her return.

A few minutes had went by. Like guys do, we became fixated on the game and discussed what our team needed to do in order to get a win, when all of a sudden Rachel returned.

“What’s the score?” we heard her ask from behind us.

Both of us turned and almost dropped our drinks. Rachel stood at the entrance to the living room with her left arm against the wall and her right hip out. She wore a red, lacy bra with matching red panties. A red garter on her left thigh and red, open-toed heels. She wasn’t wearing pantyhose, so the garter was just to accentuate her wardrobe.

“You boys look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she chided us.

She was stunning. Steve had told me how kinky she was, and obviously what had happened the previous weekend was a dead giveaway, but this was crazy. Her confidence was an even bigger turn-on.

“If you want to keep watching the game, that’s fine,” she told us. “But I kind of had other plans.”

Steve grabbed the remote and shut off the TV. She dimmed the lights and walked towards us, sitting at the L of Steve’s sectional and crossing her legs. We both sat at the ends of the couch and just watched, still not saying a word.

“So, I’m becoming a little self-conscious,” she said. “Neither of you have complimented my attire for the evening.”

She was such a tease. Honestly, she knew what we both were thinking, but I think our tongues were tied at how brazen she was being.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week,” she said. “Why don’t the two of just get comfortable.”

She didn’t need to tell us twice. I lifted my shirt over my head and clumsily slid off my jeans and socks. Steve did the same, until both of us were just left with our briefs.

“Watch me,” she instructed.

She uncrossed her legs and went back and forth looking at us both seductively. Steve and I just shrugged and smiled at one another as she cupped her perfect b-cup breasts over her bra. She licked her fingers and moved them down to her panties, sliding them aside and lightly toying her clean-shaven pussy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I uttered watching her, and being the first person to speak since she’d come in the room.

“Do I look hot?” she questioned Steve.

“You have no idea, baby,” he complimented her.

“Come here boys,” she instructed us.

We were in no position to argue. I stood and removed my boxer briefs, exposing my growing cock. Steve did the same, lightly stroking himself as we both moved closer.

“My ultimate fantasy since I was a teenager has been to completely let myself go and be a slut to two cocks at the same time,” she said. “Can you guys fulfill that for me?” she asked.

We both just nodded, still struggling to find words for what was unfolding in front of us. Then we presented our cocks to her as she stroked us both.

“All week I’ve been playing with myself imagining just this,” she told us, as she took Steve’s cock into her mouth.

I could barely take it. My cock was busting at the sight of Steve’s head disappearing into her mouth. Then she turned and switched to sucking me. Her warm mouth covered my member and it took everything in me not to immediately cum.

This went on for minutes, switching back and forth, moaning from having two cocks to play with. Steve and I had allowed our hands to begin exploring her body. When she sucked him I fondled her tits and wet pussy, and when she switched we changed turns.

“Fuck, I love these cocks,” she implored.

Then she took our cocks and joined the heads together, licking the two together at the same time, before putting both in her mouth.

Initially I was a little surprised and uncomfortable. I’d never been in that situation before. The last thing I was expecting is that Steve and I’s cocks might be rubbed together while she enjoyed them in her mouth. I sort of looked at Steve and he just shrugged, sort of confirming with me all was ok.

She sucked us both like this for a while. Problem is, between her oral ministrations on me and my cock rubbing together with Steve’s, I felt myself getting closing to cumming. And I suspect she sensed the same.

It felt too good for me to stop her, and I warned her I was going to cum. I’m not sure if it was doing the same for Steve, but when I made my announcement he proclaimed the same. She was more earnest in getting us off as we came simultaneously, filling her mouth with two loads of cum.

She did her best to swallow as much as she could, but it was impossible. Sticky cum ran down her chin as she continued to stroke us both, rubbing our heads together.

I’m not sure what it was, but in moments I could feel my cock hardening again. Between the scene in front of me, her continuous stroking of my cock and my head rubbing together with Steve’s I was ready to go again.

“Take a quick break, boys,” she told us. “I’m going to clean up quick.”

She disappeared to the kitchen and wiped her face. I was a little uncomfortable as I stared at Steve, both of our cocks growing in our hands.

“Ok, I think that was just as fun for you two as it was me,” Rachel announced upon her return to the room. “But now who is going to make me cum?” she asked.

Steve and I were both in a trance, but that knocked us out of it. We both hopped off the couch and onto the floor, as Rachel laid back on the couch, losing her bra and panties.

It was Steve’s place, so I graciously gave him first dibs. His head disappeared between her legs as I rubbed Rachel’s tits. Her legs rested on his shoulders as he worked her clit with his tongue.

“Do you mind if I get these heels off,” I asked her.

She responded something in-between breaths, but I honestly don’t know what she said. I took it to mean yes and removed them. If possible, her red-painted toes were almost as sexy as the rest of her body. I stood, lifted her leg and lightly kissed the soles of her left foot, then the right. Her moans increased.

Just as she was getting close, Steve stopped licking her pussy.

“I think it’s time for you to have a turn,” he told me.

I quit sucking her toes, got to my knees and licked her pussy. My was it wet. Her clit was like the size of a marble, just begging for attention. I put my whole mouth over it, licked and hummed until I felt her whole body shake and release a gusher. I’ve never been with a girl who squirted that much. She kicked and screamed as her orgasm overtook her body.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed. “That’s one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”

She sat up, still clearly dazed, reaching for that glass of red wine we’d poured her earlier and took her first sip.

I’d never done anything like this, so was a bit perplexed at what came next. Luckily for us, Rachel was all about taking control. She climbed off the couch, and got on all fours on the floor.

“Somebody fuck me please,” she commanded.

Again, being the gentleman I am, I let Steve go first. She lifted her ass in the air as his invitation, and he got behind her, ramming his cock into her hungry pussy. I laid on my back in front her, my cock mere inches from her face. She knew what to do. As Steve fucked her good, she expertly sucked my cock for the second time this evening.

“You…guys….have…no…idea…how…much….I…..love……..this,” she announced between Steve sliding in and out of her and my cock escaping her mouth.

“I’m getting close again,” Steve let us know.

“Fuck me harder and cum in my pussy,” she begged.

Her moans had turned to screams. She was no longer sucking my cock, but I loved watching the pleasure on her face.

“Here it comes,” Steve warned.

Her body tightened again. Steve unleashed his second orgasm and filled her with his cum, her body enjoying another wave of orgasms.

Steve pulled out and collapsed, spent from filling her up. Rachel, to my surprise, didn’t hesitate and climbed on top of me. My cock slid in to her wet and delicious hole. Between her juices and the load of cum expelled in her by Steve, our rhythm went to feverish in no time, her tits bouncing in my face.

“Fuck, is that hot watching you two fuck from back here,” Steve told us.

For some reason it was so hot to hear that from him. We’d been fucking less than three minutes before I warned her I was close.

“Fill me up, too,” she commanded.

That’s all I needed to hear. She bounced up and down on my cock, and I filled her with a second load in the manner of just minutes.

“Ugh,” I grunted. “Fuck your pussy is so hot,” I told her.

That sent her over the edge. She joined me in another orgasm as her pussy tightened around my cock.

The two of us laid there motionless for what seem like a few minutes, until I heard the plop of my softening cock fall out of her pussy, releasing her juices, Steve’s and mine mixed together onto my belly.

She climbed down, licking my limp dick and cleaning up all of our juices. When she finished she moved over to Steve and kissed him passionately, sharing all of our juices with him. After their kiss, she laid on her back and instructed me to go down and clean up. I would have never considered this just hours prior, but like a puppy I lapped up her pussy and cleaned it out, then shared my first kiss with her.

“I think we should probably order a pizza or something now,” she stated. “The two of you are going to need more energy for the rest of the night.”

The rest of the night? Holy shit. We weren’t done? Well, if she says so.

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