Michael's Choice Part 2 - Sex Stories

Michael's Choice Part 2

"He wants me so badly. I think he'd fuck my lights out Michael. So yes, I'm sure it would feel really good, dangerously good." Figuring she was almost there, I kissed her and said, "Your turn Mark." I watched, as my best friend took my wife into his arms. He pulled her without resistance into the same stance they were in, when I interrupted them earlier. Rebecca didn't fight his advances this time. She automatically opened her stance and allowed Mark's thigh to press tightly between her legs again. Once more, he applied pressure to my wife's groin region. When she felt it, she looked at me. She mouthed, "Do you see what's happening here? How he's making me feel. I want to feel him inside me, Michael. I don't think I can stop myself." I gave her a quirky smile and shrugged my shoulders. I watched, mesmerized, as their bodies pressed as tightly together as they could get them. At one point, Rebecca let Mark pull the hem of her dress up to her waist. She helped by holding it in place and kicked off her high heels. She stood on her tiptoes a few times, as she pressed the crotch of her panties hard down Mark's leg. They weren't even attempting to dance anymore. He just dry fucked my wife with his thigh and she helped him. Mark’s hands moved down Rebecca's back to her ass cheeks. He squeezed them and pulled her tightly against him. Rebecca tucked the hem of her dress into the belt at her waist, locked her hands around Mark's neck. She turned her face so it was resting under his ...

... chin, her eyes closed. She appeared to be trembling slightly. He whispered in her ear. I saw her head jerk in response, a spasmodic little nod of shocked understanding. She whispered back to him. She turned her face to me and mouthed the words, "He just told me he's going to fuck me." I mouthed back to her, "What did you say?" She looked at me with a mixture of sorrow and fear in her eyes and said, "I told him, yes Mark, I know you are." That was the message I'd been waiting for. I went to them and touched Rebecca's shoulder lightly. I spoke softly to her, "Becca, I think you two have made your decision and you want to fuck. You can go upstairs and wait for us in the bedroom. I want to talk with Mark for a minute before the two of you. You know. Before it happens. We'll come up to you in a minute." She stared shyly at Mark for several seconds. She looked for all the world like an 18-year-old girl, memorizing the face of the man she knew in a few minutes was going to be inside her body fucking her. Then she looked at me, her eyes slightly glazed over. She started to say "I'm not sure what to, how to, I've never..." She changed her mind, nodded a slight "ok," pulled the hem of her dress out of her belt and let it fall. She picked up her high heels and without another word, turned and walked slowly up the stairs. "Are you sure she's going to let me have her?" Mark asked. "Oh yeah, she is. If she were going to back out, she would have done it right then. She did what I asked her to ...