The Second time - Rosie & Steve part 2 - Sex Stories

The Second time - Rosie & Steve part 2

... my legs. Rosie and I took turns refreshing our friends wine glasses during the game, which they won, so we settled down to watch the film. Sitting sideways on the armchair so Sheila could lean against it, I reached down to grab my glass, accidentally brushing my hand against Sheila's breast. I apologised immediately but she didn't seem bothered and just shifted slightly. Rosie asked John if he needed more wine and she disappeared into the kitchen to refill their glasses. She was taking her time when I heard her rummaging in the medicine box, probably looking for the paracetamol. "Oh well." I thought, "There goes my nookie later!" But she reappeared with a mischievous grin, plonked herself on the settee and swung her legs onto John's lap. "Rub my feet John" she asked as she wiggled her toes at him, "My feet are still sore from that shopping". He obliged, and Rosie settled back into her cushion. She loves having her feet rubbed, and I was sure she was breathing heavier as he massaged her soles, but maybe I'd just imagined it because my heart was beating faster. Two minutes later, obvious, at least to me, that she was aroused, Rosie asked Sheila if her glass was empty, she answered yes, so Rosie told me to refill Sheila's glass and grab the popcorn. Popcorn? I wondered as I entered the kitchen. We hadn't bought any popcorn! I placed the glasses on the counter and turned to the fridge. Turning back to the counter I noticed a piece of paper, on it was a familiar blue pill and my ...

... wife's distinctive handwriting: "Take this! You didn't see how Sheila's nipples reacted when you "accidentally" touched her tits you naughty boy!" So that's why she took so long before! "I think she may be ready! I know I am !!!" She'd written. I took the pill, binned the note and returned to the lounge. Rosie looked at me and winked as I placed the glasses on the floor and resumed my position on the armchair. "There's no popcorn love" I said as I reached down for my glass again. This time, as my hand passed Sheila's bosom, she reached across and took it. "Your hands are so soft Steve" she whispered as a man ran across the screen for some reason or other, I wasn't thinking clearly when she pressed my hand to her left breast and I squeezed it gently. "It's not fair when your wife gets her feet rubbed and you're not paying me any attention!" She purred. I looked across at Rosie, John was rubbing her feet with one hand, whilst the other crept up her legs, which were parted provocatively. I could see a damp patch on the light grey material of her bottoms, her eyes were closed as she slid slowly down the sofa towards him. As he gently touched her pussy through the thin material, she breathed in deeply and let out a long satisfied sigh. Sheila was watching too as I caressed her breasts, and her hand absent mindedly touched her own mound. I wasn't quite sure what to do as Rosie lifted her hips and pushed her pyjama bottoms down. John seeing access to his prize, slipped his finger ...