It was just a stupid bet!
My buddy thinks he can seduce any woman, a claim he is willing to back up. When he proposed a simple bet I couldn’t resist putting him in his place.
Because there was no way my wife would go for this. There was no way she would fall for his cheesy lines and his stupid cockiness. There was no way she would let him take her, not with me asleep in the same room.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t look away.
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Rich cupped her breasts, squeezing them lightly and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Heather tried to manage a sigh of annoyance, but it sounded far too much like a sigh of pleasure for it to be anything but that.
He got close, bending down to ‘take a good look’ and winding up having his face so very close to her body that it was a simple matter to take this to the next level.
“No licking,” Heather protested, but the protest was weak and uncertain.
There was a hesitation to it that prompted Rich to respond, “Don’t you like it?”
“I do,” came her shuddering reply.
She was lost to him then, and in a matter of moments he had lost all pretense of this being the fulfillment of a bet.
His hands wrapped around her body, leaving his mouth to explore her breasts while his hands grabbed her ass and squeezed and drew her into him. Then his mouth left her breasts, tracing a trail of kisses up her body and finding her lips, kissing her while she moaned and lightly trembled in his arms.
He moved her backwards, pushing her down onto the couch across from me, all of this happening in full sight of me.
I watched while he kissed her. I watched while he peeled her clothing from her body. I watched while he mumbled with amusement at finding her sex bare. I watched as his hands pushed her legs apart and his head ducked between her thighs.
He was tasting her now, the sounds of his lips and tongue and her cries of delight echoing through the cabin as this man pleasured my wife right in front of me. Her hands gripped the couch at first, her head thrashing from side to side as she registered the pleasure he was giving her and then shifting to grab at his body and pull him further into her.
She demanded his attention.
Back arching and nipples achingly hard as she cried out for more. Hands tugging at his clothing, begging him to strip for her as she demanded they take this one step further.
They didn’t care that I was here. There wasn’t a moments consideration given to the man ‘asleep’ on the couch across the way.
Not when his head was between her thighs. Not when she kneeled before him and took his achingly huge cock into her mouth. Not when she pleasured him with hands and lips and tongue, making him slick and throbbing right in front of me.
They didn’t care that I was there. They only cared about their pleasure.