“Would you...take me...fuck me” 

Her voice was low and my eyes widened.

Chapter 2: Crossing the Line

Her words hang in the air. I sit there, trying to process what I just heard.

I swallow hard, my heart racing in my chest. “What the hell is going on?” I think to myself. I glance at her husband, half-expecting him to intervene, to call this off. But he just sits there, calm and collected, watching us both with that same knowing smirk.

“Go on,” he says softly, nodding toward her. “She wants it. And so do you.”

His words send a shockwave through me, but somehow, he’s right. My body is already responding. The room feels thick, the weight of her request pressing down on me. She’s still kneeling in front of me, her sundress clinging to her curves, the fabric slightly damp where her desire has soaked through. 

She’s not just asking—she’s pleading with her eyes, biting her lip like she’s holding back everything she wants to say.

I hesitate for a moment longer, but then I feel it—the pull, the magnetism between us. I lean forward, placing my hand gently on her cheek. Her skin is warm under my fingers, soft. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch as if it’s the permission she’s been waiting for.

"Are you sure?" I whisper, my voice low.

She nods, her breath catching. Her husband shifts in his seat, watching us with anticipation.

I gently run my fingers down her figer stopping once I feel the skin on her legs. 

I enjoy slowly running my hands back up her legs as her dress get lifted with my hands. 

Once my hands reach her beautiful and curvy ass I let out a gasp of delight. 

After spending some time appreciating her ass she breaks away from me and walks towards her husband. 

They take one look at each other and he wastes no time unzipping the back of her dress and taking it off from the top, the dress slips from her shoulders and glides down her body, pooling at her feet. What’s left takes my breath away, she’s wearing a navy blue, lacy two-piece set. 

The bra is delicate yet daring, sheer in the center with intricate floral patterns tracing over her curves, offering just enough coverage to tease. Her matching underwear ride low on her hips, the lace framing her figure like it was made just for her, with a tiny bow at the front drawing in my gaze, for a moment, I just stare, letting the sight of her linger. She can tell I enjoy this site. 

My hand wandered over my stomach, flitting over my length before wrapping around it. I am painful hard and my tip is dripping with precum. I slowly slid my hand upward, as I watched him unclip and remove the navy bra that where supporting her brests. I love lingerie so much that I almost requested that she kept them on. But it seemd her husband had other plans. 

Her body was all soft curves and her skin pocked with marks from bearing her children. Her thighs were thick and her ass was round. 

I watched her husband drop her underwear down to her ankles, revealing her body in full. 

What an amazing site to see. 

“I get to pleasure this women” I think to myself with excitement. 

“Where should I” she began.

“On your knees. Here.” I said with an unexpected urgency and demand. 

I indicated the space between my spread thighs again and she knelt down. She reached for my length, happy to taste me again.

Instead, my hands reached for her and I captured her breasts in my hands. I stroked and squeezed, tentatively touching her nipples, pinching them between my fingers as she moaned in delight. 

I took her arms and pulled her forward. Nestling her against my groin as I slotted myself between her breasts. I held her in my hands and pulled at her, exploring what felt good or made her moan. She appeared happy for me to take the lead.

An unusually large stream of precum oozed from the tip of my cock and dripped down my shaft. It flowed into the channel between her breasts. 

I spread the slippery lube as I thrusted steadily into her chest. I kept my hips slow, as I enjoyed the feel of her skin surrounding my shaft. 

I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger listening to her soft quite moan. I allowed myself one final thrust into the makeshift channel, then I let her breasts fall from my hands and gently brush my thighs.

I leant forward gathering her into my arms, turned her to face the room and manipulated her body until she sat straddling me backwards.

She pushed herself against my stomach and her back bowed as I, caressed her voluptuous arse, squeezing her cheeks and spreading them apart. 

I traced along her opening with my thumb as she shuddered under my touch, a soft moan falling from her lips. 

I slowly inserted my thumb and quickly felt a gush of liquid surrounded it. I slowly pulled out of her and slid over to her clit, lightly circling it, gliding smoothly with the wetness of my thumb until she cried out.

“My gods, Leo”

My cock throbbed as she moaned my name.

“Harder,” she keened, “Rub my clit harder.”

I obliged, pressing in a little harder. Her hips jerked each time my thumb skated over the spot and her arms shook as they held herself upright. 

I pulled my thumb away from her clit. Then pushing her hips up to reached for my cock. 

My tip slid through her folds and her pussy puckered and rippled with desire as I lined myself up. The tip of my cock throbbed harder as her entrance resist me, feeling the snap as my ridge finally popped through.

I felt her constrict around the sudden intrusion as I growned

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” 

Her hips began rocking in my lap. My hands settled at her hips but I didn’t force her movements, only held her steady as she worked me over. She was moaning furiously as she took me. 

I watched her husband over her shoulder. Watching the display of passion taking place on his couch. He approved with a cheeky smile. 

She pushed her knees into the cushions and lifted herself off me, sliding up before dropping back down to impale herself once more.

“Oh shiiit” I growned 

Lifting her hips and dropping them. Her moans grew louder and as she squeezed around my tip, stimulating my cock and making me twitch.

Suddenly, I felt her pussy clench harder than ever. She let out a loud, keening moan.

“I’m cumming! Leo, your cock… Oh gods, it’s making me cum so hard!”

Her hips were flying on me, slamming into my pelvis, fucking herself through her orgasm. It was everything I could do not to blow inside her, like she was trying to milk the cum straight from my soul. I gritted my teeth and dug my fingers into her hips, forcing down my own release. I wasn’t ready to stop fucking her yet.

Her hips began to slow. She panted above me, coming down from the intense orgasm. 

“Did you enjoy that, my love?”

Her husband said with a hint of sarcasm. 

“So much,” she sighed and nodded.

When my breathing had levelled, I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. I pushed up from the couch, hooking my hand under her thigh and turned her over. I placed her in the centre of the couch on all fours and reinserted my cock. 

From this position we could see that her husband was still watching her. 

I thrusted in and out of her, moaning and grunting, I didn't seem to care how loud I was being. 

“Fuuuck your pussy is perfection,” I groaned.

“Isn’t it?” her husband agreed. “How does she feel, Leo?”

“She’s…she’s so tight.”

I continue to thrust, and I feel her pussy getting tighter. 

“Leo, Leo, Leo! I’m cumming again!”

She practically screeched her orgasm as I pummeled into her, taking a queue from her earlier release and continuing to thrust into her for the duration of her intense satisfaction. 

Her pussy clenched around me and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. 

Her face and shoulders flopped to the cushions and her arse pushed higher in the air as I continued.  

“Can I cum,” I asked quickly.

“Yes!” 

Her deep and passionate voice vibrated through my spine.

My cock slammed into her with force. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk—” I chanted.

“Cum in me, Leo.” she demanded 

And with one last thrust I erupted inside of her

“Ahhh,” I moaned as squirt after squirt pumped inside of her. 

We could both feel my length throbbing inside of her. With each one forcing us both to let out a quiet moan. 

After some time of us fully embracing our personal satisfaction, I finally released my cock and dropped onto the couch beside her. I heaved a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“Shit, that was…“ I said before being interrupted 

“Marvellous” her husband said from the side. 

He ended the show. 

She turned to her husband with a smile. 

He stood up and crossed the room in three long strides and extended his hands to help her up. 

She accepted and kissed him softly.

“You should get to touch with your friends,” he said, dismissing the man who’d just thoroughly enjoyed his wife’s pussy. 

I sprung from the couch and threw on my shirt and pants I'd removed while fucking my friends Mum. While walking out the door I look back over my shoulder.

Her husband had guided her to recline on the couch and was climbing between her legs, his trousers already dropped on the floor.

She moaned loudly as her husband’s cock finally slid into her dripping pussy.”

End of story