Laurie perched her naked bottom on the sumptuous leather and slowly parted her thighs. She noticed Mark edge closer, his brow crumpled, his face red. He dropped the jacket on the floor and moved as close as he dared to Vincent’s side.
“What do you think?” he asked, as if anxious for his colleague’s good opinion of his wife’s pussy.
“Sweet,” said Vincent, crouching between Laurie’s widespread knees. “Sweet and hot and ready for a lot of attention.”
“Oh, yes,” agreed an ecstatic Laurie. “A lot of attention. Give it to me.”
Holding Laurie’s knees apart, Vincent swooped forward until his hair tickled the sensitive inner flesh of her thighs. Hot breath wafted over her fattening clit. She squirmed on the sofa, wondering if he would like it if she begged him to taste her.
What would Vincent like? What were his bedroom habits? He was a whole new territory to be explored. The possibilities of her research task opened up temptingly before her. New positions, new fetishes, new techniques.
“Good enough to eat,” said Vincent.
“So tuck in,” urged Mark.
Laurie threw back her head as the tip of Vincent’s tongue made contact with one of the grooves between her labia. Unlike Mark, he hadn’t gone straight for the central button. This was a different approach, delicate, subtle. He continued drawing his curving line from the top to the bottom of her lips, deepening it with each repetition then he repeated the action on the other side of her. All the while, his hot damp breath misted over her clit, which seemed to grow and strain for attention with each teasing second.
“Oh, God.” She began to struggle with the growing intensity of the sensation, needing him to lick that bud until she melted on to his tongue. Would he ever get there?
“She’s not good with patience,” said Mark with a laugh. “I like your style, Vince. It’s driving her wild.”
Suddenly, there it was, a daring, darting zigzag across her clit. She put her weight on her palms behind her and pushed herself toward him, wanting more than that tantalizing tongue tip.
“Please, please, more,” she begged.
“Mmm, hmm,” he said, and his voice fanned her flames. He removed one of his hands from her knee and introduced a finger to her cunt, adding two more once it became clear that she was overflowing and ready for them.
In a blur, she found Mark and studied him, watching her get licked and fingered by his colleague. His hand was on his crotch. He rushed to unbutton his fly.
Deliberately provocative, she cupped a breast with one hand and began to stroke her nipple. The ticklishness of it joined with the deeper pleasure of Vincent’s tongue on her clit and his fingers inside her to form a perfect triad of sensations.
“I want to see her come,” muttered Mark, hand now firmly on cock. “Make her come.”
Vincent abandoned all pretense of sophistication now and lapped greedily at Laurie’s pussy, fingers working hard.
Looking directly into Mark’s eyes, she came.
“Oh God, Vincent, Vincent,” she said, looking for any sign of jealousy or anger to cross her husband’s face. None did. This was working. This was going to work. “Oh, you’re good,” she added.
“Thank you,” he said, after putting his tongue away and withdrawing his fingers. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The self-consciousness of the compliment made Laurie smile. “Is this awkward for you?” she asked.
“Awkward? How do you mean?”
“The situation. Making love to another man’s wife while he watches.”
“Awkward, no! I’m trying to pace myself, though. I’ve fantasized about doing something like this since I was a teenager. I don’t want to peak too soon.”
Laurie reached down to the crotch of his trousers. It was bulky and rock solid.
He smiled, a little sheepish. “You see. That’s a risk.”
“I do see. What are we going to do about it? Mark?”
“I think,” said Mark, pondering, “you should sit down, Vince, and have a drink while Laurie and I fuck. What do you think, Laurie?”
“Works for me.”