KAREN'S SEDUCTION... OR WAS IT?
Many years ago a friend of ours during our many pub crawls took an interest in my wife. I took it as a compliment, much like someone expressing interest in your Cadillac or a fine painting. I was a pretty lucky guy, Karen was slim, firm, long legs and breasts that were the perfect shape. She wasn't big, maybe a 34B but her nipples were always erect. Perfect pencil erasers only a bit larger I would tell her.
She was always oblivious to people coming on to her and would feign surprise when I recounted the many men that gave her more than passing glances during an evening.
I suppose it was more my doing than anyone else's, but the opportunity for my friend to succeed came about one evening.
We had gone across town to a lounge with a new act and spent the night dancing and drinking. Karen is not a big drinker so I paid no attention to her intake. She knows how many she can take and knows when to stop. What I didn't realize is that Walter had doubled up his drinks with his order and kept Karen's glass full from one of his 'extra's'. In hindsight I am convinced Karen knew what was going on and certainly was in control of what she drank.
Karen is a bit of a shy girl and will only be what I call 'active' once turned on. Based on that knowledge I had no fear in asking Walter and the other two guys (bachelors always on the prowl and part of our group at the time) if they minded that I leave due to the onset of a migraine. Karen got ready but I stated that I would be okay with her getting a ride home with Walter. We had come in two cars, ours and one of the other bachelors. Walter and Karen would now have to get a ride back to our Penthouse with the other two.
I made my apologies and wished everyone a good time and disappeared. Once home I popped a 292 and relaxed in front of the fire.
The next part was revealed by Karen much later, but I put it in to keep it in sequence.
After midnight they left and piled into the car with Walter jockeying so that he got the back with Karen. She was feeling quite tired and was affected by the alcohol so not much into the trip she thought nothing of it when Walters hand found hers. Within minutes his hand drifted onto her leg and started to move her skirt up. She did not know how to react as there were friends in the front seat and did not want to embarrass Walter and she also thought that that would be the extent of his actions.
But instead Walter slowly changed his position, took his right hand from her leg and placed it now around her shoulders. He pulled her closer. Her thoughts were that this was alright as we were all friends and this was just an expression of comfort.
But almost as soon as she was comfortable with this, his now free left hand came across to continue with his thigh play.
Her skirt was starting to get quite high and she was worried that this would be inappropriate behaviour in front of friends. The hand felt warm and comforting and was not really invasive so she relaxed and let it go. His hand though was not content with such a small victory and continued it's upward journey.
Her nipples unfortunately gave her away. Her outfit was not especially sexy or flirtatious, but I always fought to get her to wear tighter fitting clothes than she would have liked, and this evening was no different. I had convinced her to wear a half cup bra covered by a top that was not a blouse and not a sweater. It was one of these very tight knit lycra type almost stretchy button up tops that were popular in the 80's. I loved how it hugged her firm breasts and showed the small indentations of her nipples. The bra that night was one that I altered many months before. I carefully removed enough lace to make it a half cup, but kept enough to keep the nipples barely covered. Braless was fine with her under certain circumstances and the right clothes, but having them pushed up and out with the nipples leading, was a little too forthright.
So Walters hands were roaming and by Karen's descriptions he was getting less and less discreet about it. She mentioned that in hindsight she realized that the conversation had slowed and knew that the guys up front were onto what was happening. She still figured that she could explain it away as a quick grope by a drunken friend.
Walter at one point then turned half towards her, moved his hand quickly onto her crotch and with his other hand turned her head towards him. They locked lips for several minutes. She knew that this couldn't just be explained away. His hand stroked her pussy and her wetness immediately gave her away. She felt her needs of the moment increase and just relaxed her body.
His hand now folded back her skirt and with soft caresses and pressure his hand pleaded with her thighs to spread for better access. Her leg unconsciously moved aside and up onto his leg. Her red panties were fully exposed. His hand lingered for a moment on her crotch, pulled her panties to one side and then moved to cover a breast. She could feel the fresh air on her thighs and although she knew that her pussy wasn't fully uncovered, easily she could feel that one puffy lip was fully exposed. What if one of the guys looked back?
Walters hand caressed her breast which caused that nipple to further excite and pop over the bra. This caused her concern. Now over the years of having girlfriends, then being married and in reading my fair share of porn, I have discovered that some women have more of a need to cover their breasts than their pussies. I would have thought that breasts were easier for women to expose than their privates. Weird but true. Well Karen is one of those who is truly shy with her breasts.
Walter now caressed her face, which unknown to him is a turn on for Karen. His hand slowly popped the first button, then the second. She knew anyone looking would clearly see her nipple poking through the thin fabric. This would reveal her desires and worried her momentarily. Walter having found the extra space to maneuver deftly guided his hands under the fabric onto her breast. Her head moved back onto the seatback and she closed he eyes. Although she now knew that it was too late to stop, she figured that if she lay as if she were asleep, she could easily save her vanity by saying that she did not encourage the action. (go figure how women think these things out)
With her head away from his, he now bent down and sucked her breast through her shirt. She could feel him remove his hand from under the shirt and pop one more button open. Both nipples were now peeking over the top of her bra.
Sensing that she was either sleeping or just relaxed and complicit, he moved his head back and open the rest of her blouse. She could feel him spread the fabric open on both sides. Her hands stayed at her sides as he gently pulled and caressed both nipples. With her leg still over his leg, she could feel his erection getting quite powerful under the constraints of his slacks.
Walter said something softly. Was it to her? She heard it again. Guys, look at this, or something similar. She knew that her pussy and breasts were now being viewed by both in the front. Her clit began to swell, her nipples lunged forward and her pussy was wet.
She realized that this was quite a coup for Walter. One, getting to feel up a shy conservative wife of a friend, and two, and more importantly, be able to do it at will and display this young lady so flauntingly in public.
Karen was about to pretend to wake up and rearrange herself to make herself proper when Walter took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. He continued with his breast play and nipple sucking hoping that she would continue the play below. Karen felt his cock twitch under her hand but she did not want to go that far with anyone while others were present.
Walters hand then moved down to her crotch and started to pull back the panties. His aim was to expose her entire pussy and this was possible as the panties that she wore were not very restrictive to begin with. The gusset was very narrow and so it was only moments until all of her engorged vulva was on display. She kept her head back and to the side and imagined what the boys could see. Walter played with her lips a little to pull them apart but with her vulva and clit engorged her pussy was already open. She told me later that she became quite heady with the realization that her cunt was open and watched by others.
While kissing her nipples he tried finger fucking her for a bit but gave up a several minutes. She's not sure whether he had second thoughts, didn't get the right signals from her body or left it for later.
As they neared our tower he tried to pull her top together and button it while flipping her skirt down. She slowly woke up and made herself presentable. Somehow, and she can't remember how or who, it ended up that he would crash at our place because of the drinking they had done that night. In my opinion he must have encouraged that thought.
She doesn't remember too much about the good-bye's to the guys or what their reactions was, but she does remember going to the elevator with Walter knowing that her panties were still pulled aside. She hates clothes that pinch or pull but remembers that the thought of being on an elevator with a man while dressed in a mini-skirt and having her panties pulled to the sides with her pussy out was sexy.
I had finished a double malt, touch of water in a nice snifter and was feeling the headache dissipate when the two arrived. Walter had been a long time friend and I felt comfortable with him and gave him my trust. We were all a bit tired and under the influence but had a shot to toast the evening. Karen excused herself to make the guest bedroom ready while Walter and I shot the bull.
Shortly he excused himself for the night, Karen gave me a quick kiss and also retired. She knows that with a migraine I like to stay comfortable in front of the fire as any type of draft or cool air kills any chance of a quick recovery. Karen and I sleep with any windows open and so the thought of sleeping in our bedroom was not possible. Cuddled in my robe and settling further into the lounger I heard Karen come out one more time for a glass of water to keep at her bedside. I turned slightly to the right to catch a glimpse of her in the kitchen in the soft light of the fire and saw that she had come out in her bra and panty set. I reached my hand out and she came over and stood to my side. Her nipples were out and I could see that the fabric of her panties was pulled to one side. ?A little bold with a guest in the house aren't you?. I asked. ?His door is closed? she responded.
I smiled and with the remote turned down Chopin's Polonaise #6 to level that would not disturb anyone. Behind me I could hear her going along the hallway as the guest bathroom door was opened. I thought I heard an inaudible Goodnight. Maybe his door was closed but was he in the washroom at the time. Had he just seen Karen in her bra and panty set?
There are two things that are guaranteed when I take the right medication for my migraines. One is that they get better, and two, as I come down off the drug and feel better I..... well to put it simply, I get horny. It's been like that for 20 years.
So at around 3 or so in the morning with my back a little uncomfortable from the lounger and my migraine feeling much better, I got horny. The music is long dead, (before the days of iPods and 72 hours of party music) the fire is all embers and my throat is parched. With little noise I shuffle off to the bedroom where Karen keeps a glass of water and pass by the guest bedroom. The door was ajar but I think nothing of it. As I round the slight corner in the hallway I find our door open as well. I don't know why but a thought came into my head and I stopped. I slowly backtracked to the guest room and peeked it. The bed was empty. I turned and looked down the hall to the guest washroom. No light on under the door. Where is our guest? I slowly made my way back to our bedroom. The opportunity to hide behind a wall is not possible with the configuration of the room as the door is recessed a bit, so I had to stand in front and slightly to the side of the door and try to peek in. Not enough of a crack. I tried to remember if this door has ever squeaked? With the pressure from one finger and slower than my breath I open the crack further.
Unbelievable. Totally fucking unbelievable. There on my bed, with the covers almost all stripped back, was Karen on her back, nude except for her red half cup bra with full nipples, her legs were splayed and her crotch was slightly elevated. Walter's body was facing down and was arched up at the back. He was touching the bed by only four points. His two feet and his two hands. He was slightly higher than Karen's position and was touching her only at one point. With his cock. Unbelievable. He was fucking her mouth in a manner that I have never seen in any porn film since and only can only repeat with Karen when we're loaded. Her hands wanted to grab his cock as if to limit the play down her throat but she seemed unsure. Just as she moved her hands up, she would pause and then bring out to her sides. He seemed to show no mercy and yet seemed to know the limits to which he could go. I never thought in my life that the first time I would catch someone would be in such a position. Screwing my wife quickly from behind at a party in a cloak room or whatever, or a quick fuck after work with a workmate, I could understand but fucking her mouth without mercy in her own home with a husband present was just too erotic.
I watched as his cock thrust down on her mouth and lips which were seemingly straining to take even more. My God, this was like a porn film with professionals. There was no body contact, just a cock and a mouth and a primeval understanding of the role these two objects served. My wife, the prim and proper lady, the one who has an image to maintain is servicing a cock with her mouth.
I wanted to watch for my own pleasure but felt guilty so I watched for several more minutes and then slid back to the kitchen. Should I make coffee? Sandwiches for later? My curiosity got the better of me and I drifted back. This time he was eating her, and again with gusto. It seemed that he knew exactly at what point it would be too much and always softened his attack when her hands came up to resist. This went on for several minutes. When his final charge came it was quick and swift. Without hesitation or warning, he raised his head, grab both of her ankles, raised himself and was buried in her wet sweetness in one motion. Her head back and her eyes closed she gave a sigh. Again he was relentless. Full strokes, deep and as hard as he could. I could imagine her clit in its full erect glory enjoying the ride.
I find that Black's are very efficient lovers. In the years since this event, I have seen only Black's take my wife with such precision. Very little body contact except for a full hard penis and then total concentration on the act. Walter was the same. I watched until her back arched, raising yet more of her pussy and trying more to spread her already straining legs. He understood her cue and increased his pace with shortened strokes. The two were now lost in each others bodies. A 747 landing in the hallway would not have changed anything for these two. They both erupted at the same time, which I commend him for, few have made Karen come without the use of toys, and slowly they regained their breathes and their strength. She played with her kitty as they both wound down. Karen has to use the washroom to clean up almost immediately after sex, so I moved back to the living room.
I thought about what I had seen. I was puzzled. Had they screwed before I arrived? Most guys on their first time with a lady do not want the situation to slip by so they usually fuck first, and quickly in case the lady doth protest and change her mind. Did they screw first and then do the oral sex? Was Walter that confident that I wouldn't interrupt or that Karen wouldn't change her mind at the last minute. Did they both feel that they had time to play out their desires without getting caught. Or did that matter.
I had not heard him return to his room so I crept down the hallway for the third time. The door was closed up but not shut meaning that when Karen had come out of the en suite bath, she pushed the door against the frame but not latched. Did she know. Did she want to display this scene to me?
Again with anticipation I pushed the door. The covers were no where near the bed this time and the bed served as a perfect stage. It immediately reminded me off the type of shows that you see in Amsterdam and in Hamburg on the Reeperbahn. Karen was face down, her ass high in the air and Walter was screwing as best as he could. I say as best as he could because Karen has always been very sensitive when screwed doggy style. Her ass becomes a gyro and she can't stop moving. His one hand roamed constantly across her ass and the other stretched down to rub and tweak her nipple. He was all spent well before her and gave his final valiant thrusts while she was still searching for another orgasm. I stayed long enough to watch as he rolled over and lay on his back catching his breath. Karen stayed with her bum in the air played with her pussy for some time. I left, fearful that with him on his back his gaze would wander around the room and spy me.
I returned once again to the living room. Minutes later I heard Walter return to his room. Five after that I heard Karen behind me come down the hall. I closed my eyes and waited. She stroked my forehead from behind and asked how I was and if I wanted to return to bed. I reached back and felt her body, totally nude. I sat up and pulled her around. Scolding her I said you can't walk around like that with guests in the house. I pulled her between my legs and placed her head on my lap. She felt my hardness and said, "I see that that the pill is working". I walked her back down the hall and noticed on the way by that the guest room door was open. See, I whispered, you shouldn't walk around like that, someone might see.
Many years ago a friend of ours during our many pub crawls took an interest in my wife. I took it as a compliment, much like someone expressing interest in your Cadillac or a fine painting. I was a pretty lucky guy, Karen was slim, firm, long legs and breasts that were the perfect shape. She wasn't big, maybe a 34B but her nipples were always erect. Perfect pencil erasers only a bit larger I would tell her.
She was always oblivious to people coming on to her and would feign surprise when I recounted the many men that gave her more than passing glances during an evening.
I suppose it was more my doing than anyone else's, but the opportunity for my friend to succeed came about one evening.
We had gone across town to a lounge with a new act and spent the night dancing and drinking. Karen is not a big drinker so I paid no attention to her intake. She knows how many she can take and knows when to stop. What I didn't realize is that Walter had doubled up his drinks with his order and kept Karen's glass full from one of his 'extra's'. In hindsight I am convinced Karen knew what was going on and certainly was in control of what she drank.
Karen is a bit of a shy girl and will only be what I call 'active' once turned on. Based on that knowledge I had no fear in asking Walter and the other two guys (bachelors always on the prowl and part of our group at the time) if they minded that I leave due to the onset of a migraine. Karen got ready but I stated that I would be okay with her getting a ride home with Walter. We had come in two cars, ours and one of the other bachelors. Walter and Karen would now have to get a ride back to our Penthouse with the other two.
I made my apologies and wished everyone a good time and disappeared. Once home I popped a 292 and relaxed in front of the fire.
The next part was revealed by Karen much later, but I put it in to keep it in sequence.
After midnight they left and piled into the car with Walter jockeying so that he got the back with Karen. She was feeling quite tired and was affected by the alcohol so not much into the trip she thought nothing of it when Walters hand found hers. Within minutes his hand drifted onto her leg and started to move her skirt up. She did not know how to react as there were friends in the front seat and did not want to embarrass Walter and she also thought that that would be the extent of his actions.
But instead Walter slowly changed his position, took his right hand from her leg and placed it now around her shoulders. He pulled her closer. Her thoughts were that this was alright as we were all friends and this was just an expression of comfort.
But almost as soon as she was comfortable with this, his now free left hand came across to continue with his thigh play.
Her skirt was starting to get quite high and she was worried that this would be inappropriate behaviour in front of friends. The hand felt warm and comforting and was not really invasive so she relaxed and let it go. His hand though was not content with such a small victory and continued it's upward journey.
Her nipples unfortunately gave her away. Her outfit was not especially sexy or flirtatious, but I always fought to get her to wear tighter fitting clothes than she would have liked, and this evening was no different. I had convinced her to wear a half cup bra covered by a top that was not a blouse and not a sweater. It was one of these very tight knit lycra type almost stretchy button up tops that were popular in the 80's. I loved how it hugged her firm breasts and showed the small indentations of her nipples. The bra that night was one that I altered many months before. I carefully removed enough lace to make it a half cup, but kept enough to keep the nipples barely covered. Braless was fine with her under certain circumstances and the right clothes, but having them pushed up and out with the nipples leading, was a little too forthright.
So Walters hands were roaming and by Karen's descriptions he was getting less and less discreet about it. She mentioned that in hindsight she realized that the conversation had slowed and knew that the guys up front were onto what was happening. She still figured that she could explain it away as a quick grope by a drunken friend.
Walter at one point then turned half towards her, moved his hand quickly onto her crotch and with his other hand turned her head towards him. They locked lips for several minutes. She knew that this couldn't just be explained away. His hand stroked her pussy and her wetness immediately gave her away. She felt her needs of the moment increase and just relaxed her body.
His hand now folded back her skirt and with soft caresses and pressure his hand pleaded with her thighs to spread for better access. Her leg unconsciously moved aside and up onto his leg. Her red panties were fully exposed. His hand lingered for a moment on her crotch, pulled her panties to one side and then moved to cover a breast. She could feel the fresh air on her thighs and although she knew that her pussy wasn't fully uncovered, easily she could feel that one puffy lip was fully exposed. What if one of the guys looked back?
Walters hand caressed her breast which caused that nipple to further excite and pop over the bra. This caused her concern. Now over the years of having girlfriends, then being married and in reading my fair share of porn, I have discovered that some women have more of a need to cover their breasts than their pussies. I would have thought that breasts were easier for women to expose than their privates. Weird but true. Well Karen is one of those who is truly shy with her breasts.
Walter now caressed her face, which unknown to him is a turn on for Karen. His hand slowly popped the first button, then the second. She knew anyone looking would clearly see her nipple poking through the thin fabric. This would reveal her desires and worried her momentarily. Walter having found the extra space to maneuver deftly guided his hands under the fabric onto her breast. Her head moved back onto the seatback and she closed he eyes. Although she now knew that it was too late to stop, she figured that if she lay as if she were asleep, she could easily save her vanity by saying that she did not encourage the action. (go figure how women think these things out)
With her head away from his, he now bent down and sucked her breast through her shirt. She could feel him remove his hand from under the shirt and pop one more button open. Both nipples were now peeking over the top of her bra.
Sensing that she was either sleeping or just relaxed and complicit, he moved his head back and open the rest of her blouse. She could feel him spread the fabric open on both sides. Her hands stayed at her sides as he gently pulled and caressed both nipples. With her leg still over his leg, she could feel his erection getting quite powerful under the constraints of his slacks.
Walter said something softly. Was it to her? She heard it again. Guys, look at this, or something similar. She knew that her pussy and breasts were now being viewed by both in the front. Her clit began to swell, her nipples lunged forward and her pussy was wet.
She realized that this was quite a coup for Walter. One, getting to feel up a shy conservative wife of a friend, and two, and more importantly, be able to do it at will and display this young lady so flauntingly in public.
Karen was about to pretend to wake up and rearrange herself to make herself proper when Walter took one of her hands and placed it on his crotch. He continued with his breast play and nipple sucking hoping that she would continue the play below. Karen felt his cock twitch under her hand but she did not want to go that far with anyone while others were present.
Walters hand then moved down to her crotch and started to pull back the panties. His aim was to expose her entire pussy and this was possible as the panties that she wore were not very restrictive to begin with. The gusset was very narrow and so it was only moments until all of her engorged vulva was on display. She kept her head back and to the side and imagined what the boys could see. Walter played with her lips a little to pull them apart but with her vulva and clit engorged her pussy was already open. She told me later that she became quite heady with the realization that her cunt was open and watched by others.
While kissing her nipples he tried finger fucking her for a bit but gave up a several minutes. She's not sure whether he had second thoughts, didn't get the right signals from her body or left it for later.
As they neared our tower he tried to pull her top together and button it while flipping her skirt down. She slowly woke up and made herself presentable. Somehow, and she can't remember how or who, it ended up that he would crash at our place because of the drinking they had done that night. In my opinion he must have encouraged that thought.
She doesn't remember too much about the good-bye's to the guys or what their reactions was, but she does remember going to the elevator with Walter knowing that her panties were still pulled aside. She hates clothes that pinch or pull but remembers that the thought of being on an elevator with a man while dressed in a mini-skirt and having her panties pulled to the sides with her pussy out was sexy.
I had finished a double malt, touch of water in a nice snifter and was feeling the headache dissipate when the two arrived. Walter had been a long time friend and I felt comfortable with him and gave him my trust. We were all a bit tired and under the influence but had a shot to toast the evening. Karen excused herself to make the guest bedroom ready while Walter and I shot the bull.
Shortly he excused himself for the night, Karen gave me a quick kiss and also retired. She knows that with a migraine I like to stay comfortable in front of the fire as any type of draft or cool air kills any chance of a quick recovery. Karen and I sleep with any windows open and so the thought of sleeping in our bedroom was not possible. Cuddled in my robe and settling further into the lounger I heard Karen come out one more time for a glass of water to keep at her bedside. I turned slightly to the right to catch a glimpse of her in the kitchen in the soft light of the fire and saw that she had come out in her bra and panty set. I reached my hand out and she came over and stood to my side. Her nipples were out and I could see that the fabric of her panties was pulled to one side. ?A little bold with a guest in the house aren't you?. I asked. ?His door is closed? she responded.
I smiled and with the remote turned down Chopin's Polonaise #6 to level that would not disturb anyone. Behind me I could hear her going along the hallway as the guest bathroom door was opened. I thought I heard an inaudible Goodnight. Maybe his door was closed but was he in the washroom at the time. Had he just seen Karen in her bra and panty set?
There are two things that are guaranteed when I take the right medication for my migraines. One is that they get better, and two, as I come down off the drug and feel better I..... well to put it simply, I get horny. It's been like that for 20 years.
So at around 3 or so in the morning with my back a little uncomfortable from the lounger and my migraine feeling much better, I got horny. The music is long dead, (before the days of iPods and 72 hours of party music) the fire is all embers and my throat is parched. With little noise I shuffle off to the bedroom where Karen keeps a glass of water and pass by the guest bedroom. The door was ajar but I think nothing of it. As I round the slight corner in the hallway I find our door open as well. I don't know why but a thought came into my head and I stopped. I slowly backtracked to the guest room and peeked it. The bed was empty. I turned and looked down the hall to the guest washroom. No light on under the door. Where is our guest? I slowly made my way back to our bedroom. The opportunity to hide behind a wall is not possible with the configuration of the room as the door is recessed a bit, so I had to stand in front and slightly to the side of the door and try to peek in. Not enough of a crack. I tried to remember if this door has ever squeaked? With the pressure from one finger and slower than my breath I open the crack further.
Unbelievable. Totally fucking unbelievable. There on my bed, with the covers almost all stripped back, was Karen on her back, nude except for her red half cup bra with full nipples, her legs were splayed and her crotch was slightly elevated. Walter's body was facing down and was arched up at the back. He was touching the bed by only four points. His two feet and his two hands. He was slightly higher than Karen's position and was touching her only at one point. With his cock. Unbelievable. He was fucking her mouth in a manner that I have never seen in any porn film since and only can only repeat with Karen when we're loaded. Her hands wanted to grab his cock as if to limit the play down her throat but she seemed unsure. Just as she moved her hands up, she would pause and then bring out to her sides. He seemed to show no mercy and yet seemed to know the limits to which he could go. I never thought in my life that the first time I would catch someone would be in such a position. Screwing my wife quickly from behind at a party in a cloak room or whatever, or a quick fuck after work with a workmate, I could understand but fucking her mouth without mercy in her own home with a husband present was just too erotic.
I watched as his cock thrust down on her mouth and lips which were seemingly straining to take even more. My God, this was like a porn film with professionals. There was no body contact, just a cock and a mouth and a primeval understanding of the role these two objects served. My wife, the prim and proper lady, the one who has an image to maintain is servicing a cock with her mouth.
I wanted to watch for my own pleasure but felt guilty so I watched for several more minutes and then slid back to the kitchen. Should I make coffee? Sandwiches for later? My curiosity got the better of me and I drifted back. This time he was eating her, and again with gusto. It seemed that he knew exactly at what point it would be too much and always softened his attack when her hands came up to resist. This went on for several minutes. When his final charge came it was quick and swift. Without hesitation or warning, he raised his head, grab both of her ankles, raised himself and was buried in her wet sweetness in one motion. Her head back and her eyes closed she gave a sigh. Again he was relentless. Full strokes, deep and as hard as he could. I could imagine her clit in its full erect glory enjoying the ride.
I find that Black's are very efficient lovers. In the years since this event, I have seen only Black's take my wife with such precision. Very little body contact except for a full hard penis and then total concentration on the act. Walter was the same. I watched until her back arched, raising yet more of her pussy and trying more to spread her already straining legs. He understood her cue and increased his pace with shortened strokes. The two were now lost in each others bodies. A 747 landing in the hallway would not have changed anything for these two. They both erupted at the same time, which I commend him for, few have made Karen come without the use of toys, and slowly they regained their breathes and their strength. She played with her kitty as they both wound down. Karen has to use the washroom to clean up almost immediately after sex, so I moved back to the living room.
I thought about what I had seen. I was puzzled. Had they screwed before I arrived? Most guys on their first time with a lady do not want the situation to slip by so they usually fuck first, and quickly in case the lady doth protest and change her mind. Did they screw first and then do the oral sex? Was Walter that confident that I wouldn't interrupt or that Karen wouldn't change her mind at the last minute. Did they both feel that they had time to play out their desires without getting caught. Or did that matter.
I had not heard him return to his room so I crept down the hallway for the third time. The door was closed up but not shut meaning that when Karen had come out of the en suite bath, she pushed the door against the frame but not latched. Did she know. Did she want to display this scene to me?
Again with anticipation I pushed the door. The covers were no where near the bed this time and the bed served as a perfect stage. It immediately reminded me off the type of shows that you see in Amsterdam and in Hamburg on the Reeperbahn. Karen was face down, her ass high in the air and Walter was screwing as best as he could. I say as best as he could because Karen has always been very sensitive when screwed doggy style. Her ass becomes a gyro and she can't stop moving. His one hand roamed constantly across her ass and the other stretched down to rub and tweak her nipple. He was all spent well before her and gave his final valiant thrusts while she was still searching for another orgasm. I stayed long enough to watch as he rolled over and lay on his back catching his breath. Karen stayed with her bum in the air played with her pussy for some time. I left, fearful that with him on his back his gaze would wander around the room and spy me.
I returned once again to the living room. Minutes later I heard Walter return to his room. Five after that I heard Karen behind me come down the hall. I closed my eyes and waited. She stroked my forehead from behind and asked how I was and if I wanted to return to bed. I reached back and felt her body, totally nude. I sat up and pulled her around. Scolding her I said you can't walk around like that with guests in the house. I pulled her between my legs and placed her head on my lap. She felt my hardness and said, "I see that that the pill is working". I walked her back down the hall and noticed on the way by that the guest room door was open. See, I whispered, you shouldn't walk around like that, someone might see.
