One, Three, Five
By: Beenthere
©2011
(MMF, et. al. eventually)


Chapter Two

They returned to finish the little coffee and cognac left in
their glasses.  She straighten up some and cleared the cups and
glasses before leading her husband to their own bed.  Unprepared
for the sleepover she searched the closet and selected a long
sleeved white dress shirt for nightwear and tossed a pair of
cutoff PJ bottoms to Mark.  As Mark went to relieve himself she
changed into the shirt.  She was setting a few of the buttons
when he emerged from the bathroom.  Still visible was amply
quantities of her smooth flesh and he never failed to marvel at
his choice of life mate.  He slipped to her backside and allowed
his hands to stroke her body as he pressed himself to her.  She
snuggled firmly against him not resisting in the least.  Her
little habit of pressing butt cheeks together agaimst his
manliness invigorated him everytime.

"You should check on him and see if he is asleep," Mark
exclaimed.

She smiled slightly but made no comment.

She crept into Ben's room and in the darkness sat next to his
sleeping form.  She kissed his forehead  before kissing his
sleeping lips.  He stirred and one arm crossed over her legs now
bared as she leaned over him.  The touch stirred her more than
she realized it would.  She felt another kiss wouild not be out
of line.  Still asleep his hands easily meshed with her hips, now
unshielded  as her lips pressed harder into his.  The sudden
touch on her already excited body released a flood of warmth that
settled into her groin.

Apparently and unconsciously he pulled her body closer and
pressed against her.  She was struck by the arousal that
manifested so quickly between their pressing flesh.  Her own
arousal breached what she thought possible with Mark so near and
available also.  There was little concern about a unknown
clandestine affair ruining their marriage as long as honesty
between them prevailed.  Shaken, she pulled free.  He woke and
questioned her.

"Wait for me," she whispered and kissed his lips again.

She rushed back to Mark and flew into his arms.  She blurted the
events as they had occurred.  She sobbed and confessed her
arousal.

"Do you want him right now?" Mark questioned.  "If so, go to him.
You would be miserable if you don't"

"But I want you too," she admitted.

He answered, "Do what you must right now, things have a way of
working out."

She pulled her body tighter and sobbed her gratitude, kissed him
long and deep before she slipped from his arms.  She rushed back
whence she came, flying into the eager arms of Ben, now fully
awake.  Their bodies and lips crushed one another.  His hands
again molded into the curves of her body, sliding under the crisp
garment.  Sliding up her torso, the musky scent of her perfume
tormented his senses.

"Are you sure this is alright?"

She nodded her assurance as his hands explored her body further.
Molding her breast in his palm, he sought to consume it through
her covering.  She lifted her arms and soon the shirt had
vanished into the night.  Bare to his vision and touch every part
of her form was graceful under his fingers.  Quickly he puckered
to envelop her breast within his mouth.  She thrust hard against
his tongue and teeth, giving herself completely to his ravishing
desire.  A tightening in her throat and groin began, sending
waves and shocks of crisp fire outward.

She peeled back the covering over his body and struggled to bare
him also.  Rapidly, his clothing disappeared until in the
darkness they molded form against form.  She slide her now
dampened body over him until she again had his mouth centered on
a rosy pink areola.  The nipple was extended and circled with
tiny bumps that were just as rigid.  As he suckled the button and
scraped at the hard bumps with his teeth, she was anxious to
extend her pleasure.  She wanted both sides receive similar
sensuous abuse and began her own onslaught of his body.  She
guided his attention back and forth between giving and getting. 
With his face pressed between, she pressed her ample muffins
holding his face helpless to her will.

Quickly, she counter-attacked his man tits with the same
treatment she enjoyed herself so much.  When his lips pressed
into the cravass between head and body, she also wanted to devour
his neck with her selfish lips.  His fingers stroked ever so
lightly up, down and around her bared back.  The flood of
tingling excitement made her hunch their bodies into absolute
alignment.  As he feather stroked her torso even more, she
squirmed until the hardness between them rested firmly between
her legs, trapped as it nestled solidly in the grooved labia and
buttocks.  His manhood received additional surges of blood and
pressed harder between with every heart beat.  As he pressed
upward, she energeticlly set about opening and closing the
tunnels of her lust.  She cared not, where he entered as long as
he did something to quench the fire between her legs.  The
flexing of her muscles started her up a long tantilizing climb of
pleasure.  Reaching between them, she grasped his staunch rod and
fondled herself alternately from bum to cunt.  His tool was her
plaything, but more alive than a plastic toy.

She pressed him until an opening popped over him and sphincter
muscles caressed the swollen and purple cock head.  Just as
quickly he was slipped between her outer cunt lips and held her
in check for a long tantalizing few seconds.  His pulsing cock
lifted against her vibrating groin as the enjoyment and pleasure
flooded their body with adreniline and hormones.

All the while she flooded his lips with her spirited tongue,
exploring and sharing.  Without further hesitation, she thrust
her body fully impaling his length into the smooth depths of her
wet puss.  Once she rocked against the stiffness to abrade her
swollen and excited clit before rising and slamming again hard to
the pelvis bone.  Her velvet encasement stroked with percision
and energy, her captive audience.

She abandoned every shread of control as she vocally urged him
to, "Fuck me harder, ohh, please fill me with your cock."  He too
was losing his ability to withstand much more.  Their bodies
slammed together over and over when a mutual orgasm began to
explode within and around them.  Stiffening, he succumbed to it
all and burst into her with every ounce of cum he had stored
during his celibacy.  She felt the jerking as spew after spew
drenched her innards and ricocheted  against the walls of her
vagina and cervix.  She coasted slowly down from her prolonged
orgasm with tissue walls milking at the slowly softening shaft
and draining him of every drop.



  
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