Interracial Matters - Jan's Story - Part VIII - Sex Stories

Interracial Matters - Jan's Story - Part VIII

... allowed him to enter. He looked at their state of undress nervously. Jan turned her back to him and, with her hands around her back clasping her bra fastenings, called to him and asked him to help. With fumbling fingers he managed to fasten it properly. She then leaned over and lifted out a suspender belt from her underwear drawer and handed it to him. Ben was smiling. He had watched Richard dress her before and he always found it highly erotic. His cock reacted accordingly. As Richard fastened it behind her Jan reached forward and touched Ben’s manhood. She knew how excited he was finding all this. Once Richard had finished she pulled out a fresh pair of tan stockings and handed them to him before sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs parted. Richard knelt in front of her. His hands fumbled with the stockings and he dropped one on the floor. Ben quickly knelt at his side, “Here, let me give you a hand Richard,” he told him. Ben’s hands were firm and assured. He pushed the silk material over her foot and then proceeded to move up her leg. Richard followed suit but his hands were a little shaky. Jan looked down at the two men; her husband and her lover dressing her made her wetness return. When she stood up to allow them to fasten her stockings to the suspender straps she felt their hands touching her soft inner thighs; it was one those erotic moments that she knew she would keep forever. Jan closed her underwear drawers and moved over to the wardrobe and took out a ...

... floral patterned dress. The two men stood and watched as she slipped it over her head and down her body. As it settled around her shoulders she turned to Richard again. He was already reaching out to her zipper. “Y... you... you’re not wearing panties then?” Richard said. Jan smiled. “You know that I rarely wear panties when Ben’s around,” she replied as she grabbed Ben’s arm. “He can be a rough in his eagerness to get them off and I don’t want them torn do I?” Ben smiled as he ran a hand down her side to the hem of her dress. Richard looked aghast as his hand slipped under it and moved up her body, lifting up the hem in the process. Though his hand was well covered by the dress Richard could see it moving between her thighs. It was obvious that he was touching her and it was also obvious from the look on Jan’s face that she was enjoying the penetration of his fingers. Richard realised that it was time to leave them alone and he turned away and picked up the tea-tray. Jan watched the door close behind him and turned to Ben. His erection jutted out in front of him. Jan took it in her hand and gently squeezed it. It was rock hard. Clinging to his cock she began to step slowly backwards in the direction of the bed. Ben moved with her. Stepping forward in step with her as she slowly moved back. It was only a few short steps but it seemed ages before she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs. She let go of Ben’s cock and gripped the hem of her dress before falling ...