Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... Feel the hardness increase, experience skin surfaces getting wet and slobbery, and with one hand, sense some excited balls begin their ascent.

All was lovely.

And I realized just how much I had missed Roger in the last long, distressing weeks of abstinence.

So we got a little session going there in front of a crackling fire, safe to say I had never done anything remotely like this in our living room before. The setting was warm and inviting, and when I was able to tune out the fact that I was working with an audience, it was enjoyable.

I stroked and licked Roger, got him all worked up. We stood together and fondled each other in front of Barb, did some of the penis rubbing stuff we often indulged in before getting serious. If he was similar to me he likely had a severe sperm backlog crammed into those beautiful balls of his.

We alternated, as was our custom, each of us taking a turn with the other, until it felt like the arousal was getting a little too charged. We'd grown quite adept at the pleasure-prolongation game.

One time I was sitting in my chair while Roger was nestled between my legs, giving my cock a good oral workover.

I looked over at Barb, who was staring intensely at the proceedings. She had a good view of Roger's taut ass and balls from the backside, his stiff cock bobbing with his motions. Her mouth was slightly parted when she noticed I was looking at her.

Our eyes locked. I could not read her expression.

I'd never done sex when ...

... seen by someone else before, this whole scenario was totally disorienting. If Barb hadn't asked for it, it would have been surreal beyond belief. But I had gauged she wanted to watch, for her own internal reasons.

At that point some part of me gave in. I figured she might as well get a show.

I pulled Roger off me, gently, and maneuvered us onto the rug, into a sixty-nine with him on top on his hands and knees. I had the vague thought of not wanting him in a position to see Barb watching us, so I had him facing away. Although most of the time when we were doing stuff, particularly if I was pleasing him, he'd have his eyes closed anyway. Unlike me, he didn't like the added visuals.

The few times I stole a glance at Barb she was completely engrossed. I saw her eyes fixed on Roger's balls, waving around while he sucked me laid out on the floor.

I couldn't blame her. They are a supremely handsome set of testicles, each egg drawn up and settled separately on each side of his shaft, all full and furry and impatient.

We swapped positions so I was on top. I knew Barb could see my ass cheeks heaving while I plowed into Roger's face.

"Clay?"

I was startled to hear Barb address me. I turned towards her, letting Roger's prick slop out of my mouth where it stood wetly proud, waving in the air.

"Please." She glanced at his cock then me.

"I'd rather you don't finish him with your mouth? There's a chance I might want to be kissing you later."

I tried to register ...