Coupling... with Ben and Kayla - Sex Stories

Coupling... with Ben and Kayla

... nude. We kissed, sharing Kayla's cream. Her face smelled like heaven.

"Me, or her?" My wife asked again, when I suddenly felt a warmth enveloping my erection. Kayla took my dick in her mouth, and made the choice for us.

VIII.

Marie pulled Kayla off the sofa and stood her up, facing me. Standing behind her, Marie started unbuttoning Kayla's white blouse. I felt my heart beat faster. This was my wife, undressing my friend's fiancee, for me.

The blouse fell of her shoulders and dropped to the floor. With her hair tied back, I admired the shape of her neck, her strong shoulders flowing into her toned arms. The pale smooth skin of her chest, and her inviting cleavage.

Kayla had a skin-colored sports bra on. Marie fumbled around her back, looking for hooks.

"Zipper," Kayla helpfully said.

Reaching around Kayla's considerable bust, Marie found the zipper at the front, squeezing her own tits against Kayla's back. They both moaned at the skin contact. A little zip and a little pull later, and Kayla's magnificent bosoms were finally free.

Marie next moved behind me, doing the same. She started unbuttoning my shirt. With it joining the heap on the floor, she pressed me towards Kayla. I embraced Kayla and we started kissing. Holy fuck, my wife is preparing me for sex with my friend's fiancee. I felt my cock slap back on my stomach as my undies were pulled down.

Her job done, Marie sashayed across to Ben, her naked full hips swaying.

"Hey Ben," she said ...

... cheerfully.

"Why hello Marie," he answered, affirming their familiarity in this unfamiliar setting.

IX.

Kayla sat me down on "our" couch, and pulled my legs apart.

"Just relax. You're gonna love this," she says.

Kneeling on the floor, she leaned forward into my lap, and pressed my hard dick between her soft mounds, enveloping it. I couldn't remember the last time I got a tittyfuck. My goodness, her tits must've been at least E-cup. As she started moving up and down, I could feel her hard nipples rubbing on my thighs. "You like to watch, don't you? Tell me what they're doing," she instructed me.

"Umm, my wife is undressing... your, um, your fiance," I found it awkward to spell out our respective relationships.

"So yeah, she's done with his shirt, and oh, they're fooling around a bit now."

I felt the familiar pangs of jealousy, stabbing at the pit of my stomach. This time it's worse, because instead of some toy boy, she was being intimate with our friend, someone we'd known for years. Heck, someone I'd known for half of my life! And yet, it was also a huge turn on for me.

"Keep going," Kayla reminded me. She brought her tits next to her face, so that she could lick up and down my shaft, while tittyfucking me.

"Uhh, fuck, they're both naked now. They're not wasting any time," I reported, struggling to maintain my focus.

As much as I liked watching, Kayla liked her own type of secondhand voyeurism. The incompleteness of my narration only allows her ...