I Can Picture You

I can picture you. By Letsshare I can picture you laughing and flirting as you make a second round of Margueritas in the kitchen for the three of us. You make his and mine strong, because you want this so much, and feel the need to make sure we won't be able to rein ourselves in. You and I have talked about it for so long, and tonight could be the night. He barely suspects. I can picture you, looking surprised as you follow us back into the den, drinks in hand, when I take the armchair, leaving only the couch for you and him to share. You laugh and say "I'll just have to cuddle Mark then." He sits way back in the corner of the couch, you lean back against him, both of your legs along the length of the cushions, so that the only way he can be comfortable is to put one arm, the one not holding his drink, around your shoulders. He would have been nervous, but the first round of drinks was strong too, and it's loosened him up. His upper arm rests on your shoulder, and his hand hangs down over it with nothing to rest on, except your breast. He's not at that stage yet: he still doesn't know what's going on, and so his hand hangs strangely in mid air. You wriggle and rub your back against his slender frame. You sigh and propose a toast to good friends and tequila. The two of you clink glasses, carefully, and I raise mine in salute. The room is lit only by candles on the mantlepiece and the flames from the fireplace. I can picture you as our eyes meet across the couple of yards that separate us. The look is electric, suddenly we both KNOW it will happen. Mark's hand is sagging, and he's having trouble keeping it from falling across your chest. I mention how much my drink reminds me of lemon gin - an old joke between us, it was what we drank that night years ago when we almost but not quite managed to fulfill a similar fantasy. Then our friends chickened out. Tonight will be different. You laugh, and Mark excuses himself for not getting the joke. You explain that lemon gin once led to a great game of poker with friends of ours. He's smart, and I can tell he's really starting to catch on. His hand unconciously drifts a bit lower. "High stakes poker?" he asks, with an amused and suggestive grin. "Yes," you say, "but we never quite managed to collect our winnings." I can picture you wriggling a bit, saying "Hang on a minute, this isn't quite comfortable." You snuggle your shoulder into his armpit, so far that you no longer support his arm, and pull his hand down diagonally across your chest, pressing it flat against your ribcage on the side opposite your trapped shoulder. His elbow is between your breasts. "Hmm, much better" you say. He hmmms agreement. "Looks comfy" I say, and take another sip of my drink. You each do the same. "But it was a fun game, anyway" I say, to return the subject to poker. I can picture your eyes following me as I excuse myself to use the washroom and check on some things upstairs. Sure that he doesn't see me, I wink at you as I leave the room, then I walk into the darkened hallway and up the stairs. I can hear you telling him more about the poker game as I reach the stairs. I do my errands, and five minutes later I creep downstairs, so that you can't hear me approach. On the way I grab soft blankets from the hall closet. You and he are quiet. I inch forward until, just around the corner from you, I can hear the small wet sounds of a passionate kiss, a muffled moan. He says something I can't quite hear. Then I hear you whisper "Yes. I do. As long as he can be there too." He mumbles something again, you say "no, he only wants to watch, and to share me with you." He mumbles something again, and then the kissing sounds return. Moans, some heavy breathing. After two minutes I hear the whisper of a piece of clothing hitting the floor, and then the brief buzz of a zipper. More moans. I tiptoe away, undress in the dark of the living room, and walk back, naked, not quite so stealthily as before. I can picture you as I reach the den again. You are standing together, kissing, side-on to me. You are still wearing your underthings, pressing your body hard against his nakedness in the candlelight. His hands knead your ass. I toss the blankets to the floor. You both notice me, and break the embrace, turning to face me. His cock is long and hard, ready for you. A drop of precum glistens in the un-rhythm of the fireplace flames. You smile at me, not quite sure of my response to finding you this way. I smile back and walk up and embrace you. As we kiss I taste his saliva in your mouth. I whisper "Happy Birthday, my love". I turn back to our friend, "Here, Mark, let me finish unwrapping her for you." I turn you to face him, and with your back to me I undo your bra and toss it away. You are breathing deeply, in the thrall of lust as I expose you to him. He reaches out to hug your naked chest to his. As you kiss again, I reach down and tug your lacy white panties to the floor. You kick them off, and now you are naked against his nakedness, his cock standing hard against your belly. I can picture you continuing to massage his back and ass, and he yours, as you continue your hug and kiss. I turn and spread the blankets on the floor in front of the fire. You turn away from him to lie down on them legs slightly spread, and beckon to him with your arms. He lies down , but not in your arms, for he has other things to explore. Gently, he parts your legs with his hands, and leans down. I can picture you, naked in the firelight, as Mark starts to lick you for the first time. You spread your legs wide, to give his tongue access to every crevice and fold that I love so well. He teases you, tracing your lips with his tongue, as his hands reach up to explore your breasts. When he finds your clit at last you gasp in pleasure. I can smell your scent. I cross the room, lean down and kiss you. I explore your mouth with my tongue as he explores your pussy with his. Shivers of pleasure run through your body, and your hips start to move of their own accord. Your breathing is ragged. I break our kiss and move back to sit on the couch and watch. I slowly stroke my cock as he continues to lick you. I can picture you as you writhe naked on the blankets before the fire, Mark's tongue on your clit driving you to a galvanized climax. You shiver, you shake, your breathing has lost all semblance of control. You cum, releasing a small flood of fragrant liquid into his mouth. Every muscle of your body tenses as the wave of pleasure spreads outwards from your pussy and engulfs you. Gradually you relax. He continues to lick you gently, savouring every drop. I can picture you deciding it is his turn. You pull his face toward yours, and he trails his tongue up your body, between your breasts, up your neck, as his body slides up between your thighs. He reaches your mouth, and the two of you kiss deeply. You can taste your own juices on his mouth. His naked skin is hot against yours as it presses down on the whole length of your torso, and you can feel a nudge against the inside of your thigh, an inch below your pussy, where the tip of his cock is hard and pressing. It is burning hot, except for a tiny cold wet spot where a drop of his pre-cum has smeared on your skin. You slide your hands slowly, slowly down his smooth bare back as he continues to kiss you. Your hands reach his waist, and pull him further up. You pull your knees up and further apart. As he lifts his face further to meet yours you feel the tip of his cock move too, until even without your guidance it touches the wet warmth of your opening. Your hands glide down to cup the muscled tightness of his ass, and again you pull him. I can picture the rapture on your face as, for only the second time since our wedding, another man slides slowly, deeply into you. His cock is long and hard and thick, and he moans as your tight, wet cunt sheaths it and squeezes it. You can feel it inside you, feel its pulse and its heat as it pushes deeper, deeper into your body. Finally he is all the way in, and you can feel his root pressing against your clit. I watch from the couch as you lie together, still kissing, in front of the fire. After what seems like a split second, and an eternity, you start to fuck. I can picture your legs spreading even wider as he slowly pulls back, then pushes into you again. You break the kiss, and grunt as his cock hits bottom again. You can feel its whole length slide into you, and then press at your cervix. Back out, slowly. In again. You are wetter, tighter, hotter than you can ever remember being. You look at his body as he props himself up on his arms to get better leverage, to thrust a little harder. A film of sweat covers his skin, reflected in the flickering firelight. Your hands slide to the sides of his waist, and you pull him back into you. Out. In. Out. In. He speeds up, gradually, impaling you faster and faster with his rigid manhood. Out, until only the head of his cock is nestled inside your cunt, leaving a space that so badly wants to be filled. You cup the muscles of his ass, and feel them tighten and flex as he thrusts back in, all the way, satisfying your craving for fullness until he reaches bottom, bumping your clit and meshing his pubic hairs with yours. Out again, and in, and out, and in, and out, and in. The stimulation reaches a peak for both of you, and as he tenses and stops thrusting you feel the spasms of his cock inside you, and the spash of wetness as he cums deep inside your cunt, you are amazed to find that you are on the verge of cumming too. He withdraws, you mewl in frustration, but he is replaced in seconds by me. Your husband has arrived to help finish what Mark has started, and I slide into you all the way and start fucking you. You are past worrying about whose cock is thrusting in and out of you. You need to cum, and so do I, and in seconds we reach a magnificent climax, together. I can picture you as you slowly come down from your high. Mark and I are doing the same. In just a few minutes we are relaxed, calm, comfortable, but the sight of your sexy body and the memory of what we have just done invigorates us again. The rest of the night is a series of vignets for me. I can picture you on all fours, sucking me while Mark fucks you from behind. I can picture us swapping positions so that you suck him while I slide into your pussy. I can picture you relaxing into having me in your ass while Mark's cock gently explores your cunt. Briefly, just so we can say we've done it. Not that we could tell anyone. I can picture you waking me up near dawn to the sight of Mark slowly sliding up into you again for one last, tender time. I can picture all of these things. Can you? 3572 1.11/512345