A CRACK ON THE BEACH - s****r-IN-LAW TAKES OVER. T - Sex Stories

A CRACK ON THE BEACH - s****r-IN-LAW TAKES OVER. T

... I mean.” My cock was hammering beneath my shorts looking for an exit. “Well, you could caress your own breasts as you touch hers,” I suggested, my voice a tad strained. Cee almost glared in response. “That’s blackmail!” “Yes,” I said. “But they do want to be touched, as you said,” I added after a pause. God, if this was to happen, I’m going to have to unzip my pants. And her breasts desired to be sucked I wanted to say, but didn’t. Not yet. Cee took a sip of wine, her eyes now on Shy without shame. “What happens if someone sees us?” I had thought of that, but our chalet was remote and secluded. It was what I was paying for. I told Cee that. “It is after midnight, anyway. Deserted,” I added. “I’ll dim the patio lights, if you want?” Cee nodded, her eyes now focused on my wife’s breasts and erect nipples and the opportu-nity ahead. Had I tapped into some distant fantasy? I stood and went to the dimmer switch, my cock taut against my shorts. As I dimmed the lights, I shifted my erection so the top of my penis escaped the confinements of my underpants. I sat down as Cee stood up. “Oh God, what am I doing?” she asked quietly and then moved toward Shy. She swayed a little on her legs, the booze and the moment colliding. As she went forward she reached beneath her blouse and unclasped her bra. I heard the clasp go and even my testicles responded. I sat back, now mesmerised. Cee took her time probably because of nerves, of suddenly realising where she was and what she was about to ...

... do. She stood behind Shy as I had done minutes before. I could see the swing of her now naked breasts beneath her blouse – they were similar in size to my wife’s, perhaps heavier, more pendulous, but beautifully so. I’d fantasised about them before when she wore her bikini, now they were real and visible. “What if she wakes up?” she whispered. “She won’t. We’ll probably have to carry her to bed. If she does, we’ll tell her we were trying to wake her up.” My voice was strained as my hand had now strayed to beneath my shorts and I was slowly rubbing the head of my cock. If Cee was aware of me beginning to masturbate, she didn’t seem to care as she reached out with her right hand and cupped my wife’s right breast. She cupped the full weight of it. “Oh shit,” she sighed, as if she had been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. Her tanned hand outlined the whiteness of Shy’s breast. Shy didn’t stir. Not even a muscle twitched or an eyelid flicker. I ran my fingers over the length of my erect covered penis – just gently. I did not want this to end. The night was now opening up to unknown events. Cee kept focused on her hand cupping the breast as she snaked her left hand under her blouse and begin to fondle her own breast. I could see that she immediately began squeezing a nipple, quite roughly, between her fingers. She slowly began fondling Shy’s breast, cupping it, moulding it. She bit down on her lip, her eyes not straying. “Feel her nipple,” I whispered as my own hand ...