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

The Second time - Rosie & Steve part 2

... into her and continued his ministrations. Sheila turned her head to me, said dreamily "Mmmm, that looks like fun!" and pulled me towards her. Our mouths found each other as we locked in a passionate kiss, my hand left her bosom, caressed her flat belly and found it's way under the waistband of her PJ's. I stroked her labia, and parted her slightly to rub her clit gently. Removing my hand from her pants, I broke our kiss to suck my finger, tasting the sweetness of her sex. Guiding Sheila onto the armchair as I knelt on the floor, pulling her bottoms down as I did so, she sat on the edge of the cushion and placed her legs over my shoulders, almost forcing me towards her waiting, eager pussy. I heard my wife, oblivious to our cavorting, cry out as an orgasm took her, but she was forgotten as my tongue parted Sheila's lips, found her clitoris and delved into her musky depths. Her thighs clamped tight to my head as she came, covering my face in her juices and then trying to pull me in deeper with her lust for more pleasure. As she relaxed from her orgasm, releasing me from her grip and allowing me to breathe, we noticed that Rosie and John were missing. The rhythmic thumping of the king size bed in our room, and the sounds of Rosie's gasping with each thrust, gave them away. "They must have been eager?" Sheila said, "They did have a head start on us!" I replied. "He's always been a bit quick though" she mused, "I usually have to finish myself off when he's asleep!", "I prefer to ...

... build up to it" she continued, "a bit like you do with Rosie", I felt myself blush, "Oh she talks about you! How you go down on her for ages, licking and sucking and touching. I've always felt a bit jealous to be honest!" "Well..." I started, but she stopped me with a kiss. I unbuttoned the rest of her top and pushed it from her shoulders where it joined her pants on the floor. As we embraced I could hear Rosie cumming again and my penis rose to life. Taking hold of it gently and leading me to the sofa, Sheila sat me down and pushed me backwards. I could smell Rosie's scent on the cushion as Sheila lowered her mouth to my cock and I reached down and massaged her glistening pussy, slipping my fingers in deeper to connect with her g-spot. She climbed onto the sofa and backed her pussy to my waiting tongue, a finger still working her g-spot as I flicked and sucked her swollen clit. They seemed to be cumming in unison, Sheila groaned around my straining penis as Rosie cried out again and again, her screams muffled by the walls and the pillow I imagined she was being driven into as John ploughed her from behind. After Beatrice was born, Rosie started taking the pill. We still didn't know who the father was and neither of us really cared, but she didn't want to risk me knocking her up again, just in case. Sheila, on the other hand, couldn't take the pill, and relied on condoms with John. As the noise in the bedroom subsided however, protection was the last thing on Sheila's mind as ...