Persephone in Winter - Chapter 2/11 - Sex Stories

Persephone in Winter - Chapter 2/11

... she not just left her place beside him minutes ago. The door opened. She took a step forward. His arms encircled her, one at the waist, the other moving up her back until his fingers dug into chestnut curls, pulling her closer. She lifted her chin and opened her mouth to him. He covered it with his, suddenly pleased that her response was so eager, that she would so savagely invade his mouth while her husband watched. His hand moved lower, palm now gliding over the hard flesh of her ass, naked under the wisp of black cloth. She moved close against him, her legs closing around the muscle of his thigh. Her hips tilted into him, then again, and again, as the kiss became more frenzied. Steven watched them from the car, the kiss, his caresses, her thighs clutching the stranger's leg, hips grinding against him in heat. And when he thought he could watch no longer, they stopped. Two large hands appeared on her shoulders. He was speaking to her. She was nodding, slowly, mechanically. His hands disappeared again, retreating down the front of her dress, busy, doing what? From the back it was difficult to tell. His hands reappeared on her shoulders, this time pulling the dark material to the sides, then down, over her arms, until her bare back glistened in the floodlights. Elyse stood before him, naked to the waist, her hands now busy below his belt, her actions also hidden from her husband's sight. She knelt, now on her knees below him, her hands still busy, still hidden from her ...

... husband by waves of shining hair. Her small fingers closed around his cock, smoothly running the length of it as the tip grew wet before her eyes. She closed her lips around it, the ball of flesh hard and warm against her tongue. She welcomed the familiar taste of him, and let him know with eager but careful teasing, sucking and licking just as he had taught her. But this time it was different. She was wet, and loved the feel of him in her mouth as she had on each occasion, but now she felt her husband's eyes upon her. Would he allow her this one passion? Was he strong enough to accept her physical need for another and be party to it as well? She loved Steven desperately. He nourished her soul. But Simon fed her cunt, and her mind refused to consider having to choose, should it come to that. Steven watched them from the car, stomach tied in knots, glancing away each time doubt began to overcome him. Although he saw nothing but his wife on her knees in front of him, her flexing back naked in the night air, agonizing images filled his head - her lips sucking greedily at the stranger's cock, her hands busy, milking, coaxing the semen from his body into her waiting mouth. He fought the temptation to escape, to turn the key and drive away. But he knew her well enough by now to recognize the genuineness of her love for him and her need for this stranger's hold on her. At that distance, it was difficult to make out the man's features. The skin of deep bronze against the crisp white shirt, ...