Modern Love story. Chapter 8

Carl and I changed places. My glass was nearly empty so I fetched another beer in from the kitchen. By the time I'd returned they were already kissing. I sat down fully aware of the pounding in my chest and of my racing pulse. No! Don't let me have a heart attack. Not now, please! But it was just the excitement of the moment. In front of my very eyes, no more than a few feet away, my beautiful wife was about to have sex with her new sex partner!

Carl's hand was already gently caressing Kelly's left breast. Her hand was touching his face whilst the other was resting on his thigh. They were kissing each other with real passion. He began to knead her breasts, feeling for her nipples, and gently squeezing them through the thin fabric of her top.

Thin as it was, it was too thick for Carl, and his hand slipped under the material in order to stroke the soft smooth skin of her breasts and to tease her rigid nipples. Then he slid her top up, thereby exposing both breasts in full. The top was wrapped up around her neck so she quickly slipped it off completely. He changed position slightly so that he could kiss her nipples and as he was doing this Kelly was looking directly at me.

She was still fairly composed although I noticed that she was already breathing more heavily. She was trying to gauge my reaction and she smiled when she saw the thin material of my trousers struggling to contain my erection. However, her expression gradually began to reflect her own increasing sexual arousal. He was still sucking at her nipples and she was still softly stroking his hair, but by now Carl's hand was on the inside of her knee.

I was transfixed as I watched it glide up her inner thigh. She had parted her legs a little, so as to make it easier for him, but his movement was causing the clinging fabric of her skirt to be stretched. Kelly solved the problem by lifting her bottom and pulling up the skirt so that she was no longer sitting on it.

Although she was still looking in my direction, her eyes were now half closed, and it was clear I was no longer registering in her vision. She was too pre-occupied with her own sexual pleasure. Carl's hand was exactly where they both wanted it to be and all that separated his fingers from her warm wetness was the thin white cotton. He could feel the outline of her labia lips, could even feel them separating as he pressed the damp material against her. He whispered something in her ear and she immediately raised herself from the sofa for a moment. He grasped her panties and slid them down her thighs. She then sank back in the sofa, and raised her feet off the ground. Carl pulled them down the rest of the way and removed them completely.

He noticed the words for the first time and smiled. Then he held them to his face and inhaled Kelly's intimate fragrance. Kelly now parted her legs and both Carl and I were treated to an unhindered view of her dark triangle. Except that it was no longer a triangle! No wonder she had been so long in the bathroom! She had trimmed her pubic hair in the shape of a heart and in addition she had removed all the hair either side of her pink and succulent labia. It was a real work of art.

Possibly interested in such art but undoubtedly keen on the canvas on which it was painted Carl gently pressed his palm against her pubic creation, and his fingers began to play in her wetness. His thick middle finger disappeared into her and I saw Kelly close her eyes for a fleeting moment. He withdrew his finger and I could see it was already coated with her lubrication. He put it in his mouth and sucked it.

Then he penetrated her with two fingers, moving them around inside her, and stretching her in different directions. She let out an involuntary groan and once more closed her eyes. As he removed his fingers she opened them again. She was looking at him as he put his fingers to his lips. He smiled and offered them to her.

She delicately touched the tip of his finger with the tip of her tongue. She seemed to like the taste because she then took the whole finger in her mouth. And then she licked his other finger. She had no sooner released them than they were again inserted into her entrance. And a minute or so later they were back in her mouth and she had to start all over again!

He now knelt down in front of her and positioned himself between her legs. Before he bent down to lick her he reached up for her skirt and removed it. As she sat down again she moved closer to the edge of the seat and spread her legs. Carl bent forwards and inserted his tongue into her opening.

The room was alive to the sound of his slurping and her whimpering. I had to undo my zip and hold my cock. After ten minutes or so, during which Kelly must have climaxed twice, Carl lifted his face from her fragrant wetness and kissed her full on her lips, his tongue darting into her mouth. Then she got to her feet. She was totally naked apart from her necklace and her shoes. She looked ravishing!

Kelly told Carl to stand up and she unbuttoned his casual shirt and removed it. Then she dropped to her knees and proceeded to take off his shoes and socks. She unfastened the catch at the top of his trousers, unzipped him and pulled them down. He kicked them off and stood there wearing only his Calvin Klein's. Kelly kissed his imposing bulge and then she eased them down until he was able to step out of them. He was now as naked as she was.

I had seen Carl's erect prick before, of course, but I'd never seen it from such close proximity and in such good light. The crown had an almost velvety texture whilst the shaft was veined marble. It was magnificently erect, proudly standing out from his stomach. It was threatening, malevolent even, yet at the same time, it promised untold sexual pleasure. She asked him to sit down on the edge of the sofa. Carl and I both knew why. She was going to fellate him.

He sat down where indicated and looked at Kelly as she moved between his legs. He was eagerly anticipating that moment when he would feel her lips and tongue on his sensitive crown. But before her mouth was otherwise occupied, she turned round to look at me. She silently shaped the words, 'I love you,' and then she turned back to his immense organ. I watched her hold his thickness and press her face against it whilst she gently caressed his testicles.

I watched her hand gently traveling up and down his smooth column. I watched her lick him from the forest of black hair at the base of the shaft to the underside of the bulbous head. And I watched her finally take the head into her mouth and begin to suck it. It was no good; I had to take my trousers off, and my shirt followed.

Kelly had seen some movement out of the corner of her eye and she let go of his cock in order to see what it was. She smiled when she saw that I, too, was now naked and she returned to the job in hand, or more accurately, mouth. I sat back in my chair, gave them my rapt attention, and slowly masturbated.

Carl now took the initiative and they changed position. Kelly was now lying on her back, her knees almost level with her shoulders and with her arms round her thighs. Her hands were at the lips of her labia and she was clearly trying to make her make her opening as large as possible to allow his cock easier access. He positioned himself above her entrance and began the blissful task of gaining entry.

Kelly was already whimpering as she felt him pressing against her. He pushed again and slid a third of the way in. It was not easy to enter her, wet as she was, but she was beside herself and she pleaded with him not to stop. Another push, another groan and Carl's cock had fully penetrated her. She was quite tight, so he started very carefully, withdrawing slowly, delighting in the sensation as her inner lips clung to his shaft, and then sinking back into her depths until he could feel her pubic hair at the base of his cock. He was gradually increasing the tempo and then when his cock was in her as deep as it was possible to be, he suddenly stopped. He turned to look at me.

"So, you like watching me fuck your wife?"

It was evident from my erection that I did, but I still nodded.

He continued in the same vein. "And she likes me fucking her, you can tell."

"Come on, Carl."

Her voice was soft but there was an implicit urgency about it. She had raised her legs to present more of herself to him. She was desperate for him to continue. And continue he did. Despite the adjuration on her panties it was not a gentle fuck; it was an urgent, powerful, even brutal fuck. And it was exactly what Kelly was longing for. And then, when he was in her up to his balls, he could hold back no longer. Neither could I!

I felt embarrassed. I had jerked off in front of another man. He had been otherwise occupied, of course, but that is exactly what I had done. I was wiping my chest and stomach with a tissue as Carl withdrew his heavy thickness from her and got to his feet. He glanced over at me as he reached for his lager. I pondered on what he might be thinking.

He was probably wondering why I seemed to prefer to wank whilst watching someone else fuck Kelly, why I didn't want to fuck her myself. I wish I knew. Kelly now stood up and slipped her knickers back on, probably so as not to leak on to the sofa. She went out to the kitchen and came back with a mineral water. Carl was already sitting down, his de-tumescent cock resting on his thigh. She looked at me, and smiled before she went back to the sofa and sat down next to him.

It was now half past eleven and I decided I'd go to bed. I went over to them and kissed her good night. She was positively glowing, the sparkle in her eyes ample evidence of her delight.

"Goodnight, Ben," she said, "See you in the morning."

I went out of the lounge, leaving my semi naked wife alongside her naked sex partner. I carried Carl's overnight bag upstairs and left it in our bedroom. I headed for the spare room.

I lay in bed and tried to go to sleep. The noises downstairs were not at all loud, but I could tell they were again on the job. Half an hour or so later I heard them come upstairs, and get into bed. I must have drifted off to sleep but something woke me up. There were sounds coming from the bedroom where Kelly and Carl were sleeping, but it was obvious that neither was asleep. From the regular tempo and from Kelly's suppressed groans it was apparent that he was again fucking her. They were trying to keep the noise down but to no avail.

I looked at my watch. It was now three in the morning. What was Carl on for Heaven's sake? He could fuck for England! The tempo increased in speed and Kelly's groans became louder. My hand crept down to my prick. I slowly began to masturbate whilst trying to make sense of what was happening. Why was I lying alone in the spare room, masturbating, whilst a stranger was in my bedroom, in my bed, and in my wife? And why did I find this so arousing? I did not have an answer. I felt the thrill of an approaching ejaculation and was soon asleep.

I woke up at about nine the following morning. There were some noises emanating from their bedroom. They were awake at least. I got up, slipped on my boxers and called out to see if anyone wanted a drink. Both said yes, so I made three cups of tea and brought them in on a tray.

"Morning!"

It was a weird feeling to enter my own bedroom and to find a stranger in our marital bed with my wife. They were lying side by side under a thin sheet that covered them to their waists. Kelly's nipples were quite prominent whilst Carl was clearly sporting another erection. I put the tray down and kissed Kelly. She had that vulnerable sleepy look.

"Morning, Ben," she said. "Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"Not really, but still more than you two managed, I bet." She smiled.

As we were finishing our teas I noticed Carl, surreptitiously stroking Kelly's inner thigh under the sheet. I put the cups back on the tray and as I turned to go out, Carl pulled back the sheet, revealing his proud erection. By the time I reached the door he had already positioned himself between Kelly's legs. As I turned round to shut it, Kelly was in the act of raising her legs to assist his entry. She saw me looking at her and, in a gesture full of tenderness, she put her fingers to her lips and blew me a kiss.