0 comments/ 22690 views/ 1 favorites The Hands Of A Friend Ch. 2 By: NoOtherName "Don't forget, now" I heard her say as I was leaving. "We'll see you tonight...around 8ish? And don't forget your suit, in case we decide to hop into the hot tub." "Okay," I replied, perhaps not quite as enthusiastically as I would have liked, while I climbed into my car to head home. "I'll be there…see you later." My head was spinning and I had to consciously remind myself to concentrate on my driving as I thought back over the last few weeks. It had been that long, though sometimes it seemed like only yesterday, since my 'encounter' with her husband on the train after our shopping trip. Since then, though I had seen her quite often as was usual, I had only seen him a few times. Sometimes he would stop in at her place of business on his way to or from work while I was there. Just the sight of him coming through the door would cause my body to respond; not unpleasantly, though I hope I did a good job of hiding it. The first time he came in I was flustered and found it difficult to even look him in the eye. But he just acted as naturally as ever, as if nothing had happened between us and she didn't seem to suspect a thing. So, I made myself calm down and after that did my best to do the same. The only difference was that he sometimes would touch me, just a brush on my arm or shoulder or a small hug…nothing that we hadn't done before, but now it seemed he would let his fingers linger just a bit longer than he would have in the past. But tonight was different. They were having a party, nothing big, just a small get-together with a few friends. I wasn't sure that I was ready for a prolonged social evening of drinking and small talk. I told myself I was being silly and that everything was fine. After all, we wouldn't actually be alone together and the chances were dim that either of us was inclined to repeat our dalliance. In spite of my reassurances to myself, I found myself paying special attention to my hair and makeup as I dressed for the party. After staring into my closet for what seemed like an hour I finally settled on a 'little black dress' that was made of a shiny silk, well fitted at the bodice and flaring slightly from the waist to a hemline that fell just above the knee. The plunging neckline showed off a slight swell of my rather full breasts and the gold teardrop necklace that dangled just at the top of my cleavage. A lacey black garter belt, sheer black stockings, black pumps, gold earrings and a slight spray of my favorite perfume completed my preparations. I could think of nothing else to do to stall, so I took a deep breath and headed off. Upon arriving at their house I saw that several guests had already arrived, so I plunged on in and started to mingle after a visit to the kitchen to get myself a white wine. After awhile I spied our hostess at the far end of the livingroom and wandered over to say hello. "Don't you look nice tonight" she complimented me lightly. "Why, thank you ma'am" I responded theatrically. "Go make yourself another drink and have a good time" she said with a small laugh. "We'll have time to chat later" she continued, moving away to speak to some of the other guests. As she left, I felt a large warm hand land on the small of my back. I didn't have to turn around to recognize the hard chest and tight, flat stomach pressed against the length of my arm or the muscled thigh that my fingertips were suddenly resting on. I quickly pulled my hand away, but he gently stroked the back of my dress causing me to tremble slightly against him. "You do look lovely tonight," he said in his deep velvet voice, looking down at the drop of my necklace with a smile. Then, running a fingertip down the silk from under my arm to my hip, he leaned in to breathe into my ear, "Delicious". I could feel myself start to flush and had to close my eyes, hoping that nobody else would notice. I managed to compose myself as a couple of other guests came over to chat with us. He stayed with me for a bit, moving around as I did engaging in small talk with me and the others, always the perfect gentleman but maddeningly never letting his hand stray from the small of my back. I must admit I was quite relieved when one of the men called him over to the other side of the room. I had been enjoying the party, but was becoming entirely too preoccupied with his hand and the rays of heat that seemed to be emanating from it and through my body. The evening wore on and it became quite late. Soon all the other guests had left and I stayed to help clean up. She came over and poured the three of us another glass of wine. Then we set to work getting their house back in order, talking and laughing as we rehashed the events of the evening. When everything was cleaned and put away I said, "Well, it's really late. I'd better hit the road." She looked at me with the concern of the good friend she was and replied, "Oh no, I don't think so. You've had entirely too much to drink tonight. We can't let you drive home like this. Can we, hon?" She looked over at him for confirmation and, with a big grin, he wholeheartedly agreed. "Yup, no doubt about it. You'll have to spend the night." "Okay, okay," I thought wildly. "How am I going to get out of this." On the one hand, I knew that they were both right. I had had too much to drink, and was feeling a bit foggy. On the other hand, it was clear to me from the smug look on his face that his plans for me did not include a good night's sleep! "It's settled then," she said, placing her arm around my shoulder. "You're staying." "Umm…uh, uh huh, yeah, I guess," I mumbled, feeling like a complete idiot, but not able to come up with any good reason why I shouldn't stay…at least not one I could tell her. I looked over her shoulder to see him looking me up and down with an appreciative smile as he commented, "Sure, it'll be fun." Damn him. I felt my neck flush and hoped she wouldn't notice that, or the way my nipples had started to poke out at the silky front of my dress. Luckily, it appeared that she hadn't but I knew he had when I looked helplessly back in his direction to see him staring unabashedly at my chest and slowly licking his lips. I extricated myself from under her arm, grabbed my glass and headed for the kitchen. "Well, if I'm not driving, I might as well have another drink!" They both followed me and he leaned over me, pressing his groin against my hip, to take the bottle out of my hand and started to pour one for the both of us. "Good idea. I'll have one, too." I bolted out from between him and the counter as I heard her say, "Not me, I'm exhausted. I'm going to go on up to bed. You two go ahead, though." As she started to turn away, she stopped and looked back. "Say, if you're not tired, why don't you go downstairs and relax in the hot tub for a bit? That always gets me in the mood for bed." "Excellent idea!" he said, his eyes looking directly into mine. "That always gets me 'in the mood', too." I realized I was standing there rooted to the spot with my mouth hanging open. I quickly swallowed and tore my eyes away, looking down at the floor. My knees were feeling shaky and when he grabbed my hand he had to practically drag me across the kitchen to the doorway where she was standing. Still holding my hand, he wrapped his other arm around her and proceeded to kiss her goodnight. He pulled her close, mashing her breasts against his chest and her hips tight against his as he kissed her slowly and thoroughly. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it in a firm grip against his ribs, the whole time stroking the top of it with his thumb. I wasn't more than a few inches from them as I saw that their mouths were open and couldn't help but watch with fascination as their tongues moved against each other. I could feel the heat rising from his body and when I heard a small moan escape from her, it was with consternation that I recognized a familiar dampness spreading between my legs. Their kiss seemed to go on forever. I was entranced and actually felt a surprising ache of disappointment when it ended. This ache, unfortunately, was replaced by panic when she headed up the stairs and he started to pull me toward the downstairs and the waiting hot tub. "Come on," he said, looking at me with a mischievous and knowing look. "Let's go get wet!" This caused me to blush deeply, which he seemed to find extremely amusing. I was babbling at him all the way down the stairs, explaining all the reasons we shouldn't, couldn't be doing this. About our friendship, his marriage, etc., etc. He kept nodding his head, agreeing with me, saying things like, "Uh huh…hmm…you're right…I know." But, when we were downstairs and standing next to the hot tub, he turned to face me standing so close that my breasts were only a whisper from his chest. I could have moved away, but I didn't. The humor had left his face now and he was looking at me with eyes so heated as to rival the steam rising from the hot tub. Looking down he picked up my necklace, brushing the tops of my breasts with the back of his hand, not missing my sharp intake of breath. He then proceeded to use the pendant to gently stroke that area and run it teasingly along the line of my cleavage. "I love this," he said. I didn't know if he was referring to the necklace or my cleavage, but I didn't care. I was already breathing deeply, causing my breasts to rise up to meet him as he dropped the pendant and replaced it with his fingertips, stroking delicately along the swell. I felt my breath catch as his hands left my breasts and he began unbuttoning his shirt. When it was open he grasped both my hands and placed my palms on his chest. As if on their own, my hands began to stroke his smooth skin, tactilely drinking in it's heat, pausing in triumph when his nipples hardened as they brushed over them. I ran my fingers down along his ribs and over his six-pack abs, then back up over his nipples again to his shoulders where I pushed his shirt over and down his arms to drop it on the floor behind him. Reaching back for me, he slid his hands up along my hips and sides until he was cupping my breasts. As he stroked my nipples with his thumbs the backs of our hands would brush against each other while I continued my ministrations. Not moving his gaze or his attentions from my breasts, he quietly murmured "So, did you bring your suit?" "Uh huh." "Where is it?" "I don't know." "Well," he sighed, as he leaned down to run his tongue tenderly along the line of my cleavage, over the swell and then to flick at an eagerly straining nipple. "We don't really need it anyway, do we?" With that he grasped my nipple between his lips and began to suck on it, the wetness from his mouth seeping through the silk of my dress. "Uh uh," I gasped. Now I could only hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingernails into them to keep my balance and remain standing, as he continued to suck and tease first one nipple then the other then the first one again. I felt my breasts swelling as the nipples grew harder and harder in his mouth. The feeling of his lips and tongue over my nipples through the now wet, silky fabric was irresistible. My breathing was audible and I was finding myself arching insistently into his mouth. He stood and pulled me close against him. As his mouth lowered to mine I was waiting and ready for it. Slowly running his tongue to outline my lips, then sliding between them he caressed every part of my mouth. My tongue reached out to meet his and they danced together and stroked each other first in my mouth and then in his, growing taut with urgency, silently begging for more. I remember idly thinking as I immersed myself in this pleasure if the wicked heat from his chest would be enough to dry the large wet circles that he had left on my dress over my breasts. Reaching behind me, he began to slowly lower the zipper on the back of my dress, never stopping the kiss or breaking the contact of our bodies. Bringing his hands to my shoulders, he slipped the straps down over my arms and pulled the top down sliding the silk between our bodies causing me to moan as suddenly there was no barrier between my distended nipples and his. He worked the skirt over my hips and let the dress drop to the floor. Holding me at the waist he helped to support me as I stepped out of it and then he kicked it aside. Only now did he pull back, still holding on to my waist, my arms at his shoulders as he stepped back just enough to look down and rake my body with his eyes. They almost shimmered as he took in my now naked breasts with their straining nipples, traveling down to my panty-covered mound, garter belt, stockings and heels. As I watched him looking at me, I could see his lips were parted, as he was slightly panting and there was an unmistakable tenting at the front of his trousers. Sliding down on one knee before me I felt his breath along the length of my body, his fingertips never losing contact as he kneeled before me. Now his face was right in front of my mound and I could feel his hot breathing dusting between my thighs each time he exhaled. He began to run his hands up and down my legs, the feeling exquisite through my stockings. I was moaning as he began to run his tongue up the inside of one thigh and down the other. Reaching around behind my thighs with both hands he brought them around and between my legs, gently parting them. Then, as he stroked my cheeks with one hand he brought the other around to cup and stroke my pussy. He looked up with satisfaction when he saw how wet I was, but I was far beyond embarrassment. I had detected the aroma of my arousal and felt my juices flowing long before. All I wanted, no needed, now was for him to keep going. I looked down pleadingly at his face and groaning in protest I thrust my hips forward in his hand. Leaning in toward me he began to slowly massage my lips and slit through my panties. Resting his face at the apex he took in a deep breath, inhaling my scent. Slowly caressing me, he reached up and slipping his fingers under the waistband, he began to slide my panties down until they rested mid-thigh and stretched between my legs. Then he went back to stroking my inner thighs with his fingertips. Standing there I looked down at myself through a haze of desire. I was almost naked in just my garter belt, stockings and heels, my legs spread before him with my panties half on and half off. A slick glaze of sweat covered most of my body and the juices were running out of my swollen pussy, dripping onto the crotch of my panties. The wantonness of the sight of myself like this only aroused me more. As I watched, he took one finger and dragged it along the inside of my panties and then watching my face intently he brought his hand to his mouth and licked and sucked his fingers clean. Bringing both hands up between my thighs he began to stroke my pussy lips inside and out, slowly, rhythmically as I rocked my hips back and forth in opposing strokes. My head was thrown back now, my eyes were closed and my mouth open as we both concentrated on only one thing…my need. The waves were washing through me, my nerve endings and contracting muscles pounding as I felt my release getting closer. I snapped my head down as he suddenly stopped and started to try to push my thighs together. Then I saw that he was just trying to get my panties the rest of the way off. I moved to allow this and as I stepped out of them he stood and took me again in a deep kiss. I realized he still had his pants on, but I could feel his throbbing erection insistently pushing against my belly through the fabric. I reached down to free him, but he took my hand to stop me. "My turn will come…right now, it's your turn." With that he put his hand between my legs, still holding me close against him and began to circle my clit with the tip of one finger. My legs were trembling as the pulses shot through me. If he hadn't been holding me up, I would never have been able to stand. I couldn't control my breathing as he slipped one, then two intertwined fingers into my hole, twisting them in and out while still massaging my clit with his thumb, just as he had the last time. And just like the last time, I was rocking back and forth on his hand furiously, uncontrollably, the juices running down my legs and over his hand. But, before I went over the edge he pulled his hand back. Groaning "No…" into his mouth, I felt his hand come up and stroke my cheek. Then, placing one finger in his mouth and another in mine, we licked them clean of my juices together, meeting in the middle our tongues stroking again, passing the sweet nectar back and forth between us. With one arm behind my back he slid the other under my knees and picked me up, holding me tightly against his chest. Carrying me across the room he gently placed me down on a large leather chair with curved wooden armrests. Then he gently lifted one leg and then the other and placed them through the arms on either side of the chair, thus trapping my legs wide open before him. Sliding his hands with his palms up under my butt, he grasped my cheeks and pulled me forward until my butt was just over the edge of the chair and I had to raise my knees under the armrests opening my sex completely before him. Settling in between my legs he began licking up and down my inner thighs. I was in an agony of anticipation, my clit throbbing and beckoning to him. Finally, with one long sweep with the flat of his tongue he licked along the length of my pussy sending shockwaves through my center. He reached up for my breasts tweaking, rolling and pinching my nipples. He set to work in earnest, first gently licking along the edges of my pussy lips with the tip of his tongue, then deeper along the inside, swirling up and around, teasing my clit, varying the depth and speed as my hips bucked against his mouth. By the time he wrapped his mouth around my clit, flicking it gently then harder with his tongue, sucking and nibbling at it I was gasping. When he knew I was about to lose control entirely, he abandoned one breast and moved his hand down to take over massaging my clit. Then as he plunged his tongue deep into me, I came thunderously into his mouth. He stayed with my thrashing hips taking in my juices, never relinquishing his attentions to my clit. Just as I began to settle down, he moved his mouth back over my clit again and with small, rapid sucking action brought me immediately to a second climax. When I was spent, he came back up over me and gently kissed me, sliding his tongue softly into my mouth letting me taste the juices he had cleaned from me. Then he gently lifted my legs out from under the armrests, moved me onto his lap and just held me for a few minutes until my breathing had slowed. As he nuzzled at my neck, I heard a small chuckle escape his lips. "What?" I asked him. "Well," he said with a glint in his eye. "We haven't even made it into the hot tub, yet!" The Hands of a Friend Ch. 3 He was looking at me across the hot tub with a bemused look on his face. "You're thinking again," he said with a smile as his foot stroked my calf under the bubbles. He was right. I was lost in thought, replaying the last couple of hours in my mind. He had brought me to climax again and again, caressing me lovingly with his hands and mouth. Then after stripping the rest of my clothes off, he had finally slid his pants off. I had let out a small sigh as his dark, erect and pre-cum covered cock literally sprang out of its confines, bouncing and then finally settling to point up toward the ceiling. Leading me down into the hot tub, he sat across from me. The swirling water reached just above his waist leaving the mushroom top and a few inches of his cock reaching above the water line. He moaned softly as we both watched the small waves breaking around his straining member. Sliding onto my knees, I had moved between his legs and leaning my body against his I placed one hand behind his head pulling his lips toward mine. As we kissed and our bodies pressed together, my breasts against his muscled chest, I could feel his cock throbbing and slick against my belly. His hands were travelling up and down my back finally coming to rest on my butt, stroking and massaging my cheeks, pulling me tight up against his urgency. Bringing myself back from him slightly, I began trailing small kisses and licks across his cheeks and chin moving down his throat and into the sensitive area between his neck and shoulders. He moved his hands onto my breasts, stroking and molding them as his thumb and forefingers rolled my nipples sending delicious electricity through my body. Steadying myself with one hand on his thigh, I reached down with the other and lightly ran my fingertips over his crown. I felt him shudder at this first touch, murmuring unintelligible sounds of encouragement. Still nibbling and licking at his throat, I began running my fingers up and down his cock feeling every bump and vein as if reading Braille. I massaged his balls tenderly, first one and then the other and then both together, massaging them gently against each other. Abandoning one breast, he cupped my chin in his hand and brought my lips to his, probing his tongue into my mouth. I pulled it in and began to stroke it with mine. We kneaded each others tongues drawing them back and forth first in my mouth, then in his and back again into mine. As we both trembled, I stretched my fingers to reach as far around his cock as I could and slowly began to pump. I stroked up and down, twisting my hand gently back and forth as I went, dancing my fingertips lightly across his tip each time I reached the top. He began to rock his hips, sliding his cock faster through my hand. Moving on my knees down to the floor of the hot tub, I slid down his body until I was face to face with his heat. Still circling the base with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, I leaned in to gently flick the tip of my tongue over the top of his cock. As he drew in a sharp breath, he reached down to place his hands on my shoulders beginning to dig his fingernails into the tender muscles. His pre-cum was flowing freely now and I used the flat of my tongue to stroke the length of his cock, lapping it up as I went. When he moved his hands up to the sides of my head, I opened my mouth and circled his head with my lips. At first I applied just a gentle pressure as I let his cock slip slowly into my mouth, then tighter and sucking harder as I pulled away. Each stroke brought him deeper into my throat as I pressed the flat of my tongue to the underside of his thrusting cock. I could feel his muscular thighs shaking under the water and I knew he was getting close. Suddenly he released my head and as I looked up at his face, he reached down grabbing me by the hips and lifted me up to straddle his thighs. He swung his knees apart, spreading my legs wide and reached forward to trap one of my nipples between his teeth, eliciting a gasp from me as I threw my head back, arching toward him. I felt the head of his cock just at the entrance to my vagina and for just a moment I hesitated. Even at this moment he sensed my uncertainty as we looked deep into each other's eyes. But I couldn't squelch my desire now. So I closed my eyes and, even as I felt a single tear escape, I reached down to grasp his cock and guide it into me as I lowered myself down onto him. We thrust demandingly against each other, panting and gasping. I felt myself go over the edge, convulsing even as he continued to stab into me. Then he stiffened and the hot pulses released inside me as he impaled me with one great and final thrust before we collapsed against each other. So now we sat together, letting the swirling water of the hot tub soothe our spent bodies as I struggled with my intense need to allow myself the luxury of second thoughts. Moving through the water toward me, he shook his held slightly and then lifted me up onto the edge of the tub. He pulled my feet up so that they were on either side of me and, kneeling on the seat, he positioned himself between my thighs and rested his elbows on top of my knees. Then he watched my face and waited. "It's just that...believe me, I know how self indulgent and hypocritical this sounds, I began, "but I just feel so guilty and stupid for letting myself do this." "It's not like you did this alone, you know. And I thought it was wonderful." "Yeah...well, I thought it was wonderful, too. But, she's your wife and my friend and she trusts us. I just don't know what I would do if she were to ever find out how we've betrayed her." "Well," he responded as he looked up over my head toward the ceiling, "it may be a little late to worry about that." "What do mean?" I asked, following his eyes upward. Leaning back, I felt my shoulders bump into something solid. As I looked up I found her standing directly above me, looking down at my naked body as I leaned against her knees with her husband's face between my outstretched thighs. "I think she knows," he said quietly and quite unnecessarily. It took me a split second to register my shock before the panic set in. I began to try to struggle to my feet, scanning the immediate area for something to cover myself with. But he was holding on to my knees and I found myself trapped between the two of them. My struggles only succeeded in me flailing my hips around and lewdly bucking my naked sex back and forth toward his face. "What are you doing?" I hissed at him in a harsh whisper, as if she couldn't hear me. "Let me go!" But, except for the vice grip he maintained on my knees, he was ignoring me. He was looking only at her, waiting. "So," she finally said, sounding wryly amused, "quite an evening so far." My panic and humiliation quickly turned to total confusion as I gathered the courage to look back up at her and realized that, in my alarm, I hadn't seen that she was standing over me completely naked. I was gazing straight up at her face, which was looking back down at me between her smallish, but well rounded breasts and their very erect nipples. As her knees were slightly spread, one behind each of my shoulders, I could feel the top of my head graze against the apex of her thighs as I tilted my face up to look at her. What the hell was going on? I looked wildly at him, but he continued to studiously avoid my eyes as he watched her slide down onto her knees behind me. Placing a hand on either side of my neck, she began to softly stroke the tight muscles above my shoulders as I felt her press her slender, toned body against my back. I was frozen in place, my mind frantically trying to make sense of what was happening. If I moved my head either left or right, my cheeks would brush softly against the smooth curve of her breasts. Even worse, I could feel a slight tingling beginning in my crotch, working it's way up into my belly. "Look," I said, desperately, "This isn't what it looks like." Who was I kidding? It was exactly what it looked like. "I mean, I'm really sorry. I can't believe I've done this. I never meant for this to happen." "Oh, I know you didn't," she said, leaning down and whispering into my ear. "You have no idea how hard it's been for us. I've been anticipating tonight for weeks now." "What are you talking about?" I looked down at him. Now he was looking at me, with a satisfied smile on his face. "You guys set me up!" I accused, not sure whether I should be relieved or outraged. "We sure did," she continued, as she slid her hands down to caress my breasts. My nipples immediately jumped to attention at her gentle touch. "You've been so sweet the last few weeks, wandering around all guilty and worried." "You knew? You two planned everything...from the beginning?" Now I was starting to feel outraged. "No, no...don't start getting all upset, now," she said, as she began nibbling at my earlobe and licking the hollow behind my ear. It was very disconcerting. "The train wasn't planned...it just happened. He told me all about it that night when he got home. God, it must have been so hot!" "He...he told you everything?" I shot him a fierce look but he seemed unconcerned. "Mmhmm, every stroke and tremble." She was now licking her way down my neck and flicking the tip of her tongue at my throat. "Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed." I felt the heat of my blush all over my body. "Don't be. It sounded wonderful. We had great sex that night. I could barely contain myself waiting for tonight, and I wasn't disappointed." "You've been watching us?" I couldn't believe this was happening. "Of course," she answered. With that she moved to sit behind me, spreading her knees to slide her thighs onto either side of my hips. I could feel her breasts and hard nipples against my back and her spread nether lips pressing against my backside. "Can't you feel how wet I am?" she breathed into my ear. She grazed her long fingernails up along my ribs, then slid her arms back around me to continue stroking my breasts, gently playing with my nipples with her fingertips. And she was right. I could feel the slick wetness between her thighs, and her erect clit pressing against me between my cheeks. Meanwhile, he had begun to stroke my outer lips with his hands, massaging them between his thumb and forefinger. I was beginning to lose my ability to concentrate as she continued to gently tease me with her body and with her recounting of their plan. She let out a small chuckle as she said; "You should have seen your face when we insisted that you spend the night. And when I suggested that you two come down here to use the hot tub...it was priceless. I've been so turned on all night. I couldn't wait for all those other people to leave. I actually toyed with the idea of throwing them all out, I was so excited." This was so bizarre, but I was completely lost now in the sensations of both their hands on my body. I lay my head back on her shoulder and closed my eyes as she began to run her fingernails over my stomach before going back to roll my nipples between her fingers. My hips lurched when his fingers again found my clit and began to play with it as her warm breath wafted lightly across the hollow of my throat. I let out a small moan as she moved to my side. She pulled a pillow off of a nearby chair and set it on the floor for my head before lowering me onto my back. Then she leaned over me and trailed delicate kisses across my chest. She scooped my heavy breasts into her hands and began flicking her tongue over the sensitive skin. The sensations were so new to me. Her tongue felt so different from anything I'd felt before...so much lighter and softer. It was like being licked by a feather. I was arching my back up toward her, delighting in her touch. I reached tentatively to place my hand along her back and then to stroke her bottom running the tip of my finger down the length between her cheeks. Her sighs told me that she enjoyed that as I ran my hand all over her body as if to memorize every curve. When I ran my fingertips under her along her stomach and abdomen, I felt her muscles contract in response. Then, feeling more confident, I moved forward to cup one of her small breasts into the palm of my hand. It filled my hand perfectly as I lightly palpated the warm orb and grazed my thumb over her tight nipple. I was rewarded with her sharp intake of breath at my touch and a gasp of my own as her warm, wet lips descended onto one of my nipples. She suckled at my breasts, pulling my nipples out to stretch them gently with her teeth and flicking at them with the tip of her tongue or running the flat of her tongue across them. Between my legs he had begun running kisses up and down my inner thighs. Now grasping my outer lips between his thumbs and forefingers, he spread them wide and began moving his tongue along my inner lips teasingly dipping slightly into my hole and then swirling circles around my throbbing clit. I was in heaven. I was covered in a soft sheen of sweat, the juices were flowing steadily between my legs and into his mouth and there was no part of my body that wasn't trembling and pulsating with sensation. I reached between her legs from behind tickling my fingers up and down her inner thighs, watching with wonder at how my touch could cause her to buck her hips so as she spread her legs and pushed her crotch down to make contact with my hand. I brought my hand up to cover her mound, feeling the heat and wetness that was there. She began to move her hips, sliding her sex back and forth against my hand and I slipped my fingers between her lips to explore her. Her juices were flowing down my hand as I stroked her inner folds. When I found her clit and grasped it between my fingers, massaging it gently, she cried out encouraging me to continue. Keeping hold of her clit between my first and second fingers I slid my thumb back toward her hole. She was so wet and open that my thumb started to slip in immediately. She thrust back onto my thumb, jamming it in to the hilt and was sucking madly on my nipples as I rocked my hand forward and back. I was pushing my thumb in and out of her while still holding on to her clit with my fingers. She left my breasts and I could feel her hot breath moving down my belly to where I was thrusting my pussy hard against his mouth. He slid his hands under my butt to raise my hips and with both their faces between my thighs he reached his mouth up to meet hers. I saw him plunge his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it hungrily. As I continued to thumb fuck her and rub her clit, I watched them kiss. I knew she was tasting my juices in his mouth and on his tongue. When their kiss ended, he moved back between my legs and began stabbing his tongue in and out of my hole. She lowered her head to my mound and snaked her tongue through the cleft at the top of my lips, easily finding my clit and rubbing it hard. I immediately began to explode, slamming my thumb into her hole and grabbing her clit tightly between my fingers, sending her over the edge with me. We both kept coming for what seemed like forever until the spasms finally subsided, leaving us both trembling with the smaller aftershocks. When we had calmed, she climbed back up my body to wrap her arms around me and gently kiss me on the lips. I was lovingly licking my juices from her lips and tongue when he came out of the water to kneel beside us, watching us kiss and stroke each other. Finally, we paused and both turned to look at him, our arms still wrapped around each other. "What are we gonna do about this?" he asked with a grin, gesturing toward his cock, which was again standing hard and erect. She shrugged her shoulders and gave me a mischievous look. "Do we have to do something about that?" "Well, I guess we should. It's only fair." With that we moved toward him, one on either side, and each gave him a little kiss on the cheeks. We began to run our hands over his body as he moaned in pleasure. Standing, we led him over to sit at the end of a lounge chair and spreading his knees we knelt between his legs. Then, together, we began to lick his cock. As we swirled our tongues over him they would sometimes meet to stroke against each other. We pressed our mouths against each other as we rolled his balls around with our tongues. We were pressed tightly together between his thighs as we licked and sucked his cock while fondling each other's breasts. His cock and our mouths were covered with his pre-cum and our juices were running down our legs. She stood to probe her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste himself and me as she gently pushed him down onto his back. Then she straddled his stomach facing his feet with his cock standing up between her legs. She beckoned to me to join her, so I straddled his thighs facing her. We reached for each other's hips and pulled ourselves close together, her thighs resting atop mine. I had to smile as I realized what she was doing. She reached down between us and opened her pussy lips to that they were spread around his cock. Then she did the same with mine. I could feel his veins throbbing against the length of my wide-open pussy and on my belly as we trapped his cock snuggly between us. Even not moving the pulses running through his cock were creating an intoxicating massage on my clit. We rocked our hips in opposition humping his cock between us as we held each other tightly and resumed our kiss. Her breasts were pressed against mine, her taut nipples pushing into me. I could feel his tight balls rubbing against my butt getting slicker and wetter from all of our juices as I moved against them. He was moaning and gasping loudly and she and I were both beginning to tremble and shudder. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upward sliding sharply through our pussies and I felt myself start to cum. As I went over the edge, she followed close behind clutching me as we both went over together. When she released me I moved off of his thighs and knelt again between his knees. He put his hands on her hips from behind and lifted her. I grasped his cock and guided it into her as he lowered her onto his straining shaft. He began to pump slowly in and out of her as I leaned down and stretched out my tongue to taste her for the first time. Running the tip of my tongue all around her inner and outer lips, I was lapping up her juices and flicking at her quivering clit. I pressed the tip of my tongue at the aperture of her hole and applied a deep pressure, pushing in and positioning my tongue between her inner walls and his cock. This way every time he slid in and out of her my tongue would stroke the underside of his cock. I reached one hand up to massage her clit in quick circular strokes while my other fingers stroked and tickled his balls. When I heard his loud grunts from above and felt his balls begin to tighten I pushed my tongue deep against them both and pressed hard against her clit. She let out a scream and I heard him yell as he let loose inside of her, both their hips thrashing wildly around me. When his cock softened and slipped out of her, I raised myself up and pressed the length of my body against hers. First I kissed her lightly, tracing my tongue along her lips and stroking the inside of her panting mouth. Then I leaned forward over her shoulder to repeat the kiss...the same, though somehow totally different, with him. * * * * * I awoke late the next morning in their king-sized bed. She was still sleeping, lying stretched out beside me with one leg thrown over my hips and one arm across my chest, her hand cupping my breast with the nipple poking out through the cleft between her index and middle fingers. A sheet covered our naked bodies up to our waists. I could hear the water of the shower running in the next room. Soon it shut off and I looked toward the door to see him coming into the bedroom, naked except for the towel he was using to rub his hair dry. Seeing I was awake, he smiled and came to lean over me. He tenderly kissed me on the lips and, quietly so as not to wake his wife, he told me, "Wish I didn't have to go to work, but duty calls." I just smiled at him in response and then watched as he got dressed. The Hands of a Friend Ch. 3 When he was ready, he came back over to me and said; "There's stuff for breakfast down in the kitchen, if you're hungry. And the coffee's ready, too." Then he reached down to thoroughly kiss me good-bye. Leaning across me, he flicked the tip of my nipple with his tongue causing it to immediately poke out further and making me squirm. My movement made her respond with low murmuring in her sleep as she snuggled closer to me, clutching my breast tighter in her hand. We both looked down to watch as her hips rocked against mine under the sheet, pressing her pussy tight against me so that I could feel her nether lips spread and the dampness that was still there. When she settled again, I couldn't suppress the smile as I noticed the distinct bulge that had appeared at the front of his pants. "Oh, great," he moaned. "Now I'll be hard all afternoon at work, thinking about you two." "Oh well," I teased, as I ran my finger up and down alongside his zipper. "Just make sure you're hard when you get home!" "Damn you, woman," he laughed softly, as he turned to go. "I'm sure I will be. Just make sure you're ready for me!" I listened as he went down the stairs and out the door. As I heard his car leave, I thought about that coffee. But, looking down at her cuddled up against me, I decided that I was just too comfortable to get up yet. So, I pulled the sheet up over us, put my arm around her shoulder and went back to sleep.