Always Faithful - Chapter Eighteen - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Eighteen

... women helping hold them. Laura checked Greg’s watch; almost eleven and I have to cede control. She wanted one more event. Laura noticed an obviously husband and wife couple leaving the dance floor and moved to intercept them holding Greg by the hand. “Excuse me, my husband often has to watch as I kiss my lover, and I often wonder what he sees. I am going to borrow your guy for a few minutes of kissing. Will you watch us and tell me what it is like?” The woman was stunned; Greg almost choked. Laura didn’t give her target time for reaction; she had her arms around him with lips locked in an instant. At first, Laura led the kiss, but soon her new partner got into the spirit of the moment. The man’s hands went into action up and down Laura’s back and then to her neck and head. His wife and Greg could see the obvious tongue thrusts into Laura’s open mouth. His lips worked down along her neck, into the cleavage between her breasts; then his tongue led lips back to Laura’s mouth licking upward along her centerline. They shared a good sexy kiss before turning to their partners. “You slut! If it wasn’t New Years and I suspect you are drunk already, I would poke your eyes out and cut off your lips. And you husband, you better kiss me better than that if you ever want to kiss me again.” Greg just watched quietly with a grin; he loved Laura’s boldness. “That’s how you feel; I guess that’s how my Baby feels too. Let me have one more kiss to warm him up for you and then my lover and I ...

... will watch you.” “It’s eleven o’clock and now it’s your turn. Do you have something planned?” “I have a couple of ideas; watching you has given me more. We should have come earlier or maybe stay later than I had planned.” “Do you have something in mind by leaving early”, Laura asked? “The same idea as you I think.” “We will Baby, we will. I was going to save this as a midnight dance surprise, but you get me for January.” > > > > - - Laura and Greg weren’t the only ones having fun tonight. A downtown gallery hosted a party for the art community to usher in a new creative year. Creativity in costume was traditional for this group. Artsy surprised Dan asking him to be her date to the art soirée. She insisted that his acceptance had to be conditioned by her taking him shopping for clothes. Dan felt self conscious at first in skin tight leather, men’s golden dance slippers, and a gold silk scarf at his neck. Dan was sure he would stand out gay as hell, but women seemed to flock to him. Artsy had chosen well, and he complimented her, receiving a warmer than expected kiss in return. Artsy was as extravagantly dressed. Tights and leotard hugged her body, only lightly shrouded by gossamer over drape. She drew as much male attention as Dan did from women. Artists apparently had less need to express themselves with dance. Conversation seemed to dominate the evening; mostly about new projects for the coming year. Neither Artsy nor Dan made any efforts toward sexual flamboyance; they were ...