Bombshell in the Berkshires - Sex Stories

Bombshell in the Berkshires

... moved behind her and reached around to reach the top button of her shirt. Roger edged over, took my facial expression hint to undo the next button. We took turns, a button at a time, until all were undone, Roger struggling not to stare at Barb's bare skin as her shirt parted open in front of him, but that seemed to be the whole idea.

We each eased a sleeve off each arm and Barb slipped free gracefully.

I took a deep breath and unhooked her bra clasp in back and slid that off as well. Roger's eyes got full- moon-like as her breasts tumbled forth.

Barb's chest had once been firm, and her breasts had ballooned when nursing the boys, but afterwards they became longer and sloppier, their nipples pointing down more than out these days. The bras she chose and the shirts she wore gave little indication of their size and shape. I had once referred to them as "drifters" and got a sharp elbow in the ribs for that remark, which was never repeated.

They have heft, mostly at their ends, and as they settled onto Barb's ribcage, Roger's face struggled for composure.

I reached around and we got the front of her jeans unhitched and out of the way, then slid her undies off.

Barb stood stark naked in front of my best bud. I snuggled up and gave a kiss to her neck, my arms reaching around her small round belly for a hug, the edge of her pubic hair soft against my lower fingers. She turned into me and we shared a kiss. Roger was seeing my wife stark naked for the first ...

... time.

Getting to the bed was an easy next step, and as I settled in one one side of Barb, she patted the covers on the other, indicating that Roger was welcome there. Her hair fanned out on the pillows. I always found that look ravishing, and she knew it.

The next bit was a bit of a blur as so many thoughts and feelings dashed around in my head. But soon Barb was lying there between both of us, and we were kissing various parts of her body while she had a hand on two soft but stirring cocks.

Before too long, I had my right hand on her crotch triangle of fur, pressing and working her mons. She was damp, not wet. I licked a finger and soon had that condition rectified. Barb had put one hand on Roger's penis, he had slid up closer to her, her other hand on my head. Felt nice to have her stroke my hair, rub an ear, drift a hand down to my neck.

Roger's erection was on its way.

I settled down between her legs and licked her. The room was quiet except for the noises of rubbings and dampness. Both her hands were on Roger's cock now, he had sidled up next to her head, back on his haunches, legs spread. Balls had begun their ascent.

My own penis had grown hard while pleasuring Barb. I had my own notions of what would come next.

I rose up and mounted her. My penis had gained just enough stiffness to allow penetration. With just the barest dalliance of my prick-head at her entrance, I felt the exquisite sensation ensuing with my first slow push in. She left off Roger and gave ...