From the corner of my eye, I watched as her hand roamed up and down his leg. He shifted his legs apart slightly, allowing room for what I knew was a growing erection. His eyes straight forward, focused but not focused on the movie on the screen. His arm loosely draped around her shoulders.
He turned his head slightly, catching me looking at him. We made eye contact and he smiled, mouthing the words “I love you.” I returned the smile and phrase in kind.
I turned my attention back to the movie, like him I was watching but was paying far more attention to the person sitting on the other side of me.
I repositioned myself slightly, my legs folded up under me, leaning into him and placing my hand next to his leg, barely touching the seam of his black jeans. I ran my pinky up and down the seam a few times, barely grazing it but with enough pressure to be sure it would be lighting his senses on fire. He, much like my husband had, also spread his legs apart slightly, almost unconsciously, at my touch.
Becoming a little braver, I ran the nail of my index finger down the side of his thigh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him exhale, closing his eyes just to focus on my touch. I felt his fingers graze the skin of my shoulder, sliding ever so slightly under the hem of my sleeve and running back and forth, itching to feel more of my skin against his fingers.
I turned my attention back to my husband and Cass, she had progressed from running her hand up and down his thigh to slowly rubbing his cock over his jeans. His head was thrown back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, resting on the back of the couch.
I licked my lips in anticipation, turning back to find James staring over at his wife and my husband as well. Our faces close enough that our noses almost touched. I tilted my head ever so slightly as he leaned in to take my lips with his, his arm around me pulling me closer to him to deepen the kiss.
It’s a strange thing, kissing a man who isn’t your husband. I have found throughout my experiences that everyone is always a little bit different.
James kissed me tentatively, almost like a question. I answered by opening my mouth and grazing his bottom lip with my tongue. He opened his in return, his tongue tangling with mine as his hand moved up to the back of my neck.
In the background, I was vaguely aware of feeling a shift in pressure on the couch. I pulled away for a moment, turning to see Cass climbing on top to straddle my husband, their mouths and tongues fighting a battle they both were clearly intending to win. He tugged her shirt off over her head, burying his face between her gorgeous breasts. She threw her head back, wavy red hair falling down in a cascade, catching the light from the movie that none of us had ever really intended to watch.
James turned my face back to his, pulling me closer to him and reclaiming my lips again. This time, knowing the other pair were well on their way to enjoying themselves, he took a more aggressive approach to kissing me. Our tongues intertwined and his hand with a firm grip on the hair on the nape of my neck. I caught his lower lip between my teeth, biting slightly and causing him to moan into my mouth in a low growl.
Before I could react, he had both of his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap and straddling him, a perfect copy of Cass and my husband still locked in their embrace next to us. Cass’ black lace bra long since discarded as my husband circled her nipples with his tongue, sucking and biting and causing her to moan with her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
“I think we’re running behind,” I whispered to James with a smirk, taking my top off and grinding my hips into him. I felt his moan coming from deep within his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed me into him.
“Let them rush, I want to take my time with you.” He responded, kissing my breasts and running his tongue up and down my cleavage. I reached back to unclasp my bra until he caught my hands in his, moving them by my wrists and placing them firmly on the back of the couch on either side of his head.
“Keep those there,” he said firmly, moving his hands back to my waist and running them up and down my sides, causing me to shiver in response.
“Whatever you want,” I breathed, my eyes closed and my heart starting to race.
Next to us, I could hear my husbands moans and the sloppy wet sounds of Cass sucking on his cock. I opened my eyes long enough to watch the length of him disappear into her mouth, buried to the hilt with her pink lips touching his skin. One hand resting on his thigh, the other gently massaging his balls as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft. I watched the ecstasy on his face, feeling nothing but the purest of love and adoration for that man as another woman brought him pleasure. Compersion is a weirdly wonderful feeling, and it only served to grow my own desire even hotter.
I felt James unclasp my bra, moving my hands enough to remove it before placing them back where I had been ordered to keep them. He began to bite my nipples, sucking and nibbling on them as I writhed around. I could feel my wetness sliding around through my panties as I continued to grind my hips into his cock.
He reached up and pulled me back down for a kiss, devouring my lips until I couldn’t help but grab onto the back of his neck to steady myself and pull him even closer to me. At my touch, he immediately hooked his arms under my hips and stood up, wrapping my legs around his waist and continuing to kiss my neck.
“We’ll be upstairs if you two decide to join us,” he said as he carried me up the stairs toward our bedroom.
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