Barbeque Time - Sex Stories

Barbeque Time

... imagine how wet she was. “Gary,” Jill spoke softly, “It think it will go too far, if you don’t stop it.” “Yes I know,” I replied as I felt her slim tanned fingers start to unbutton my shorts. I pushed her hand away and looked at her. She seemed to realise, almost immediately, that this was just about me and Sharon. I returned my gaze to the garden and Jill groaned softly as she watched Paul start to unbutton Sharon’s top. Sharon leaned back against the bench allowing him easier access. His cock was free from her hungry lips, I was sure she had pulled her skirt higher, so he could see her wet thong. He looked down and smiled as her top opened wide and her large firm breasts were free. “No bra?” I questioned quietly but out loud. “Naughty,” said Jill in a hushed and excited tone. Sharon wriggled up, and sat on the table top again. Paul bent at the waist to feast on my wife’s hard nipples. Her legs were open and he stood between her thighs. He moved half a step forward and his cock was now dangerously close to Sharon ’s pussy. I groaned as his hand was guiding his tool. Sharon ’s head was pushed back and her hands pushed her breasts to his mouth. Oh fuck, I thought, When did you become so blatant? Urging him to suck? “He’s going to fuck her,” Jill whispered, “Is that what you really want?” Her hands softly massaged my shoulders. “I think I sh.....” my voice failed me. “You think you should stop it?” she murmured. I nodded my head but I was unable to move. I loved sharing this ...

... with Jill, I loved her closeness, but above everything, I loved the sight of my wife, desperate for another man’s cock. Paul was now lifting her legs slowly. Her skirt fell and all of her delicious thighs were on show. She leaned back on her elbows, eyes never leaving his hard cock. “Oh my, no knickers either,” Jill said softly, “My naughty best friend, your wife, had already taken her panties off.” Oh god, I thought, When did she take them off? Why didn’t she tell me? “Fuck,” I moaned as he guided his tool further forward. “Now or never, Gary,” Jill groaned in my ear. Paul was positioning himself and the head must have been at her lips now. Then I watched with some sort of misguided relief as my wonderful, delicious, sexy wife grabbed him by the hair and pushed his face to her crotch. Letting go of his cock, Paul now supported her legs as his tongue and lips devoured her. Her cries were clear and full of passion. On her back controlling him, she bucked against his lips and tongue. My breathing relaxed and my heart slowed the tiniest amount. I knew she had pushed him down on purpose. Sharon wouldn’t go any further. My head swirled and I watched. Paul was slowly eating her with passion. His roughness I had seen before was appearing again, he was bringing Sharon to the edge. My cock throbbed almost painfully against my shorts. I left Jill’s side and walked closer to the open doors. Leaning back against the dining table, I was a few feet inside the dark house. I thought I knew ...