The Saucer of Cream - Sex Stories

The Saucer of Cream

... stopped masturbating – she looked at Thuy who simply lay back with the boy buried between her legs - it was obvious she didn’t want to stop fucking. Sara clicked the answer button and sat cross legged at the end of the bed – she figured maybe if she sat close and naked with her pussy spread wide open, she could screen what was happening behind her. The computer was linked to the large television screen on the bookshelf - up came the video image of Andrew in his room in Hanoi. The video camera showed him sitting at the end of a bed, presumably in his hotel room, wearing a white singlet and a pair of loose shorts. Sara really didn’t know what to say, “Ah – hi Andrew.” seemed like an obvious start “where are you?” that felt like a silly question. “Hi Sara.” Andrew smiled “You look as lovely as ever.” He smiled obviously looking at Sara’s open pussy. Sara smiled back and gave a nervous laugh – she instinctively stroked one hand across her breasts and then through her hair. “Thanks.” Then not knowing how to continue “So do you.” Sara laughed nervously again – what a stupid thing to say, men aren’t supposed to look lovely. Sara could see that Andrew was trying to see what was happening behind her, “Who’s that behind you?” From the little image on the screen that showed what Andrew could see, Sara could see Jacques long muscular back and well -formed buttocks rising and falling – and a pair of legs spread wide apart and pushing back into each thrust of the boy. Sara quickly rushed ...

... in, her usually calm demeanor was evaporating quickly, “Oh ah – yes – yes. That’s my friend Jacque.” Andrew’s smiling expression hadn’t changed, but Sara could see that he somehow looked different. “And your friend Jacque is fucking my wife?” Andrew finished with an inquiring rising inflexion. Sara surrendered to the inevitable – there really was nothing she could do or say to disguise the obvious – she shifted aside – Andrew now had an uninterrupted view, “Um – yes. Jacque is fucking Thuy.” For a while nothing changed – Andrew just sat watching as the boy’s buttocks rose and fell, plunging his cock again and again into his wife’s yearning pussy. Then in a surprisingly clam voice Andrew said, “Hello darling.” There was a long pause, just the sound of slapping flesh, then without a change in the fucking routine; “Hi Honey.” Thuy replied in an equally calm and pleasantly conversational tone. “You and Sara seem to have found an attractive playmate for the evening?” At that point Thuy guided the boy off her – his massive cock popped out, wet and shiny, it was all Thuy could do to not lunge forward and suck him again – he lay on his back and masturbated himself. Thuy lay as if the boy was still inside her – her knees up and her legs spread wide apart – she as admiring herself in the Skype image. Andrews smiled again, “Wow, he’s certainly spread your pussy wide open.” Thuy could see what he meant – her vaginal opening was still wide open her muscled hadn’t yet contracted – creating ...