Future of Porn

It wasn’t late but the kids were in bed and my wife, Dina, and I sat at the island in the kitchen, thumbing through the week’s magazines. It was a pleasant end to the day, me holding a cold Sam Adams and Dina idly swirling a glass of Merlot. I was also enjoying the view. She looked great, just back from a meeting, wearing a sharp, black, executive-looking pantsuit, her thick, chin-length dark brown hair swept back stylishly from her face, which had traces of sweetness in it that she almost obscured with a constant expression of pent-up sarcasm. I was wondering how she would look wearing nothing but that new pair of tiny, black-framed reading glasses she had on, when she noticed my stare and spat, “What are you looking at,” in way that might have intimidated me if I hadn’t known her for so many years.

I was about to tell her what I was thinking when she broke the short silence saying, “I was at the school for a meeting today and was talking with Cheryl.”

I figured I was about to get another dose of PTA gossip, but I tended to pay a little more attention when Cheryl was involved. I thought Cheryl was more than a little bit of a fox.

“Cheryl said she’s planning a party at her house where people would take off their clothes, and she invited us.”

My body froze as my brain switched to overdrive.

My first thought was plain disbelief, which morphed in a few nanoseconds to the second thought, surprise, even shock that my wife would bring this up in anything other than a condemning, disgusted way. She’s always acted conservative and disdainful toward any reference to sex outside our own bedroom.

The third thought consisted of images of the times I’d seen Cheryl-lively and elegantly attractive-at countless receptions and dinner parties. But now my fantasy of seeing her well-tailored clothes peeled from her body took a step toward reality. My head felt lighter as blood rushed from my brain to my cock.

Finally, I ran through a series of computerlike calculations to figure out the surest tactic for making this impossibility come true. I decided my best bet was to keep my mouth shut as much as possible and let my wife take the lead.

I said, simply, “What?” trying to sound surprised and curious, but not at all anxious.

“Yeah. She said she thought it just sounded different and kind of exciting. She said it was something she’s been thinking about for a while, and she just decided to try it. ”

I tried to stay noncommittal: “I sure wouldn’t have expected that from Cheryl. Or anyone we know for that matter.”

My wife said, “What do you think? Should we go?”

I stuck to my strategy and dodged: “I’m surprised you’d be interested.”

“Well I know it seems gross,” she said, “but Cheryl’s really nice, and I’ve always admired her, and she’s not gross at all.”

Cheryl was anything but. She had a sense of both sophistication and fun. Her charmingly dry sense of humor seemed to fit her physical traits of sharply defined facial features and a slight squint to her blue eyes. She was one of those women of medium height who looked taller because of a slim body that curved erotically from her hips to her small, finely proportioned breasts.

Deciding I might need to take a little risk to preserve credibility, I said, “Well, I have to admit, I’m a healthy male and the prospect of seeing a few women without clothes does sound pretty intriguing.” I added, “especially with you as a chaperone.” Turns out I said one thing too many.

“Oh my God,” she said. “I never thought about me. I could never do that, looking like this.”

Misplaced female vanity. Despite my leering thoughts of Cheryl, my wife still turns my head-and lots of others. She’s not model-thin by any means, but at 35 she has a fine figure and a great-looking pair of size Cs. I reminded her that I often try to follow that body into the shower after the robe comes off. She fended off my attempted compliment, as usual. She said she’d have to think pretty hard about whether we would go to the party. Reluctant to let the decision out of my control, I decided it seemed the most effective course for now. Over the next few days I tried with no success to forget about it.

One evening nearly two weeks later my wife said, “I had lunch with Amy today and SHE brought up Cheryl’s party. They got invited too. I told them we’d ride with them. I figured it’s the only way I’d be brave enough to go. What do you think?”

“Wow,” I reacted, then recovering a bit, added, “that’s sure a different take from the last time we talked.”

“Well I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” she said. “And I guess, as Amy told me today, ‘you only go around once’.”

This was almost too much-I actually felt a little dizzy. It sounded like this fantastic thing would actually happen. And Amy would be there. Amy was another PTA mom I’d run into often, especially working together to set up booths at fundraising festivals. Amy taught drama at a high school across town and had an especially bubbly personality and always paid a flattering degree of attention to anyone she was talking to at the moment. I often zoned into fantasyland in the presence of her friendly, open face, shapely body, and innocent but still compelling flirtatiousness. The notion of seeing her undressed was more than I’d ever hoped for.

“So it’s a date then,” I said.

My wife narrowed her eyes and accused, “You seem pretty casual about all this,”.

Fessing-up time. I said, still trying not to act overly enthusiastic, “I’m actually working pretty hard at acting casual. I wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say I was looking forward to it. It sure sounds different.”

“I’m still getting used to the idea,” she said. “But I guess I’m looking forward to it, too. Cheryl’s friends are bound to be nice. And it sure should be something to remember.”

A week later Amy and Bill’s SUV pulled into our driveway. I could see enough of Amy to tell she wore what they call “the little black dress” with a neckline scooping low enough to show a fetching amount of cleavage. Bill was thin, medium height, with a noticeably weak chin that made him kind of mousy looking, and an ever-present sense of humor. He wore light gray pants, a blue button-down shirt and a navy blazer. As for me, I’m a little on the tall side, regular bicycling showing the effects of a mostly successful fight against growing old in my 40-year old body, sharply defined features in my face, and flecks of gray in my otherwise light brown hair. This evening I had on a Cashmere sweater and a pair of black khakis. I mention everyone’s clothes because I was working, not very successfully, to think of something other than those clothes coming off.

Amy didn’t make my efforts easier. She twisted around in the passenger seat to face us as we settled in the back, looking alluring with her black hair cut into a medium-length shag and her eyes dancing as she virtually sang, “So, are you guys ready to get naked?” She almost growled that last word.

My stomach fluttered. My wife’s face flushed and she said, “Amy, how did I let you talk me into this? This is a bad idea.”

“Oh come on,” Amy said. “Loosen up. Aren’t you excited?”

“A nervous wreck is more like it,” my wife said.

“Me too, a little bit” Amy said. “But it’s giving me kind of a thrill, too, just thinking about showing ourselves and seeing what our friends really look like. How about you, Greg?” Amy asked. “Isn’t this a fantasy coming to life?”

“I think it could be fun,” I said, still fighting to hide my real reactions.

“Yeah, right, Mr. Cool” Amy chided. Then Bill, adopting an upper class English accent, mocked, “Yes indeed. I’m very much anticipating the opportunity to be present for unobstructed views of pulchritude.”

Our laughter eased the nervousness. A little.

When we got out of the car I scanned my wife again. She wore a light, flower-print, backless sundress hemmed just above the knee, and held up by a single button at the back of the halter-top collar. We’ve been married nearly 20 years and I was still thinking about how by loosening just one button I could watch nearly all her clothes fall away.

Bill rang the bell of the large, new McMansion and Cheryl opened the door. She looked stunning and was dressed a lot more formally than the rest of us. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back into an intricate-looking knot and she wore a simple, black, ankle-length gown that outlined the soft curves of her petite body. A strand of pearls just above the modest neckline of the dress added to the sophistication of the look. She greeted us warmly as her husband, Ted, appeared, acting, it seemed to me, a little nervous about the whole affair, showing a strained smile in his dark, vaguely Mediterranean features. He wore the uniform of khakis, navy blazer, and red tie. They told us to introduce ourselves, that most of the other guests had arrived, and to fix ourselves drinks.

On our way in I saw that my wife was right about Cheryl having nice friends, but not necessarily the way she meant. Either the invitation list was very carefully designed or only attractive people accepted. As we moved toward the drink table I was pleased to see a few people I knew-some who I’d imagined naked, and now I’d get to see the real thing.

My cock started to swell when I saw Hannah, who works down the hall from me in accounting. She’s a little overweight, a flaw more than compensated for by her sweet, round face framed by a pageboy of brown hair that makes her look younger than her 25 years. She’s quick to giggle and has wonderful, large breasts that stretched a pink pullover sweater she wore with a short tan skirt. Thinking only about Hanna’s clothes coming off, I didn’t wonder until later how invitations found their way to my office.

But I got rock hard as I looked up from pouring a scotch and saw Sally, who I knew in passing from, of all places, our church. She had a reasonably attractive face, partly hidden by long curls of dark brown hair. But her body was, to my thinking, as close to perfection as can exist. She’s about medium height, with a narrow waist and a chest you wouldn’t quite call enormous, but big enough to be a distraction through pretty much all of every church service.

“Hey, good to see a familiar face,” she said, as she took a glass of beer from a man at her side. “This is Scott.”

Scott was the kind of guy I’d expect Sally to be dating, although in my mind I’d turned her into such a goddess I don’t know whether anyone could have measured up. He was blond, square-faced and sturdy-athletic and imposing looking.

“Good meeting you,” he said to Dani and me. “So, what do you guys think about this for a party idea? Looks like they’re getting a pretty good turnout.”

My wife jumped in, talking faster than normal, “I know. What did you think when you heard about it? Have you been to anything like this before?”

“Not taking my clothes off in front of other people,” said Sally. “I posed in a teeny bikini once when I had my modeling portfolio made, but I just wasn’t willing to take the next step.”

“So, what about this party?” my wife asked. “What made you change your mind about, you know?”

“Taking it all off?” laughed Sally. “I guess I figured this would be more of a one-time thing-here and gone-and just among friends.”

Scott chimed in, “Or if we’re not all friends now, we’re sure going to know each other a lot better.” He continued, “I think it’s going to be great seeing all these people in their birthday suits. What a rush.” He mock-leered at my wife, which I found surprisingly arousing, and she slugged him on the shoulder.

“I wonder what the plan is? Is one of us supposed to start?” I said, trying not to do my own leering at Sally. “Anybody know?”

“Probably to wait until we’re all wound so tight we’re ready to explode,” said Sally. “I know I can hardly hold this beer still. I’d better have another or I’ll chicken out.”

“You can’t do that,” said Scott. “We’re already here and I can see by the sideways looks you’re getting, there’d be a lot of disappointed guys. There might be a riot.” It sounded like Scott was looking forward to Sally’s impending public exposure.

“You’re not helping,” Sally scolded. “Just get me another beer.”

We all got more drinks and mingled with guests I’d seen before, and others that I hadn’t. When there were about 15 couples in the house, to a knife clinking on a glass, Cheryl called everyone into the living room. It was a bit of a tight fit, but not oppressive-it was a big house.

Cheryl slipped off her black high heels and stepped up onto a coffee table that had been pushed against the fireplace at the end of the room.

“Welcome to our home,” Cheryl started. “I hope most everyone has met each other, and now you’re probably all wondering, ‘what’s next?’ Here are the rules for the evening. On the mantle behind me are two baskets marked with the male and female symbols. See them?”

“Which is which?” came a shout, followed by laughter.

“I’m betting you can figure that out one way or another,” said Cheryl. “When your name is called, you’ll take off your shoes and socks and get up on the coffee table where everyone can get a good look at you. You will be joining another person on the coffee table. That person will be of the opposite sex. That person will undress you, and you will go along with the disrobing under their direction, until all your clothes have been removed. Jewelry can stay on.”

Cheryl paused and smiled, giving people a minute to let her instructions sink in. I heard a couple of quiet moans go up from the group. Then Amy shouted, “All right!”

“We’re all polite, respectable people here, so I know we’re not going to get out of line,” said Cheryl. “But we’re also here to have fun. So lets not be afraid to show a little style while we’re showing a lot of skin.”

Dina grabbed my arm and whispered, “I don’t think I can do this.” I put my arm around her shoulder.

Cheryl continued, “When you’re au naturel, your stripping partner will get down from the table. You will then pick a name of the opposite sex out of the basket, invite them up, and take their clothes off. And so on.”

As Cheryl talked, it started to dawn on people what each of them would be going through-getting undressed by someone else, standing on a makeshift stage completely exposed to the eyes of 30 men and women, even exposing their backside to turn around to pick a name out of the basket, then finally, in their nakedness, pulling off a friend’s clothes.

“And one more thing,” said Cheryl, breaking the nervous silence. “If you draw the name of your spouse or partner, date, or whoever came with you, put it back. How boring would that be?”

My knees were weak, my mouth was dry, and my arms were shaking with a kind of anticipation I’d never felt. This was silly. You’d think I’d never seen a naked woman before. But no doubt about it, this was a whole different game from a night in the bedroom or out at a strip club.

Cheryl continued, “Since I suspect most of you have never done anything like this before, and since I invited you all here, I thought it seemed like the polite thing to do to start the evening’s activities myself.”

The room erupted in cheers and applause. For the first time Cheryl looked a little rattled, and she turned crimson. She recovered quickly, quieting things by saying, “But before that can happen, I’ll have to suspend the rules a little, since everyone here looks fully clothed. So I’ll draw a name of someone who will come up and take my clothes off, then I’ll return the favor. That guy will then draw a name, and we’ll proceed with the rules as I described them. Is everyone OK with that?”

“All those in favor say ‘aye’,” piped a voice from the back of the room, and 30 answered a loud “Aye.”

“Well then here we go.” Cheryl turned around, then came back with a slip from the basket. “The lucky winner is,” she paused, leaving several seconds of total silence, “Don Browning.”

I’d never heard the name, but a couple “all rights” came from the side of the room, and a slight, blond man with a mustache, about 30, started moving toward the coffee table. He seemed a little stiff and proper. He carefully laid his shoes under the coffee table, and stood next to Cheryl, examining her dress.

“Are you just going to look?” asked Cheryl.

“I guess not,” he said uncertainly, glancing at the group below. He chuckled nervously and said, “Are you sure this is OK with your husband?”

“Oh I think it’s someone else’s turn to take these things off, don’t you?” she smiled.

“OK then,” he said, clearing his throat and moving behind her. The room was still enough for us to hear the faint sound of a zipper opening from the back of Cheryl’s neck to the top of her ass. Don carefully pinched up the shoulders of her sleeves, and slid them down Cheryl’s arms until the dress fell to the table. The sight was magnificent. Cheryl stood with her hands at her side, in a black bra and tiny black bikini underwear. She stepped out of her dress and kicked it back onto the floor.

We then sensed some quick fumbling at her back and Don carefully lifted her bra straps down her shoulders, exposing magnificent breasts a little bigger than I had expected. They had large, pink, mounded areolas that pointed sharply out at her admiring audience. I don’t think anyone in the room was breathing.

Still standing behind her, Don pulled the panties down to her ankles, letting her step out of them before he tossed them on her dress. She had a small patch of light brown hair over her pussy, and a surprisingly long, elegant stomach and waist for a fairly small woman.

The whole experience was still more than my brain was completely absorbing. Cheryl stood, fully nude and gorgeous, in front of me and a living room full of friends and acquaintances. Her pulled-back hair and the pearls around her bare throat and shoulders made her look nuder than nude.

She stood still for a second, then put her palms up at her side, shrugged, and said, “Well, this is me.”

The room erupted in applause. When it died down Cheryl turned to Don and said, “Your turn soldier. We’ll need to get rid of this coat,” and she pulled it off him and tossed it on the floor near her dress.

“Let’s see, what’s next?” she said, finally deciding to unbutton his shirt. Then she undid his belt and fly, pulling his pants down to reveal blue checked boxers. She ran her hands along his hips and announced to the group, “Get this, they’re silk. Very nice. Maybe I should leave them on? Not.”

Cheryl yanked the shorts down his legs. Don stood still, an impressively long, thin circumcised cock hanging between his legs. Its limp condition I chalked up to nerves-I know my member had retreated since the first excitement of seeing some of the female guests.

Don finally stepped sideways, allowing Cheryl to dispose of the shorts and stand back up from her very lovely crouch. She pulled Don to her and gave him a quick hug, and before he could react, she said, “I need a drink, bad,” and hopped off the table.

Don stood in a trance, watching Cheryl’s backside disappear into the crowd, until someone said, “So pick a name already.”

Don flinched, then turned and drew a name from the women’s basket. He tried to sound casual, but came off as awkwardly formal when he announced, “The next luck lady is Amy Dillon.”

“Here’s a sight,” said Amy as she sprang onto the table and stared pointedly at Don’s cock. “Does your mother know you went out without your coat? Or anything?”

Don’s experience stripping Cheryl didn’t seem to give him any more confidence, and nothing about Amy was about to calm him down. Along with her brash manner she looked boldly sexy. Her wide mouth and prominent cheeks promised mischief. Her slight, short, fitted dress advertised her hills and valleys in a way that would make most any man’s hands tremble at the prospect of close contact. Don stood sideways, looking Amy up and down until one of the guys finally shouted in desperation, “C’mon, we’re tired of looking at YOUR butt.”

Leaning back in the office chair, hands behind my head, I drew a deep breath.

The end.

“At this point I realized I was heavily petting myself. One hand was on by breast, and the other in my crotch. I felt so dirty - so shocked at my own behavior - but I couldn’t stop. I pulled down my panties for more direct touching. I briefly thought ‘Oh, what if they walk out here and catch me,’ but the thought seemed to only turn me on even more - and besides, I guess it wouldn’t have been that bad - it’s not like they hadn’t already been caught being all sexual and turned on.”

As she described her petting, Nikki gestured by running her hand slowly up her body and passing over her nipple. As her hand passed her nipple she flushed visibly. Her other hand was on her thigh, and I could tell she wanted to caress herself more overtly, but she was inhibited in front of me. It was obvious she was getting so turned on that she could barely control herself. And so was I. My erect dick was almost painfully constrained in my pants, and I wanted to much to let it go. My head was spinning with desire and confusion - what if I said the wrong thing and offended her, and she stopped this beautiful story? Finally I could stand it no longer and overcame my shyness for a moment - “Nikki, I think we’re both getting a little turned on by this story.”

“Oh you must think I am just a slut or something - I should just go….do you want me to go?”

“Oh no! please don’t” I blurted out, perhaps with a bit too much urgency. “I mean …please stay - I just want you to feel comfortable. I mean, I can tell you are getting turned on. I am too. I just meant to say that’s OK…it’s just natural…it’s OK with me.”

She grinned slyly and glanced at the large bulge in my pants. “OK, same for you - I mean, I can’t help noticing that I’m not the only one starting to lose control.”

“Oh..” is all I could muster. I crossed my legs and probably turned a few shades of red, and started to get a little more limp. “I’m sorry…”

“No don’t be” she said. “Don’t be all embarrassed, or you’ll make me feel …I don’t know…isolated, like I’m the only one who is so turned on by this.”

“Oh believe me, you’re not the only one. I’ve gotten so hard listening to this that it almost hurts,” I confessed.

“Well please don’t you be inhibited in front of me either. I’m a married lady, of course, but after all, it’s not like my husband is totally faithful. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with us letting go a little bit after what he did.”

Now my cock was springing back to life. I had always thought Nikki was a gorgeous woman, but now she was awakening a more pure and raw sexual desire in me than I had ever felt for her before. I supposed seeing Jack all the time normally held my thoughts in check a bit, but now she was beautiful, in my house, and turned on. My dick was fully erect and throbbing again at the sight of her, laying back on the couch, legs relaxed and almost open, hand on her nude thigh. I wondered exactly what she considered “letting go.”

She saw me staring at her body, and she seemed to like it. She smiled a bit, and seemed to relax, in an inviting sort of way. She leaned back across the couch on one elbow, lifting one foot up onto the couch, so that her legs became more spread open. It could have been a pose of kicking back and relaxing, but in our state of heightened sensuality, it seemed extremely provocative and inviting. She smiled at me and again placed her hand on her bare thigh, this time a little higher up. Her skirt was short and her little feminine white panties were partly visible to me.

Seeing this, I couldn’t help placing my hand on my crotch and feeling the firmness underneath. The touch of my hand caused my erection to strain and shiver with enthusiasm. Nikki took encouragement from this and let her own hand wander slowly up her thigh, until it was directly over the source of her desire. As she did this her skirt hiked up further, so I could clearly see the crotch of her panties. I was staring intently at her pussy, and could just make out the mounds of her labia under her panties. She saw me looking and spread her legs open even more and smiled seductively, as if inviting me and enticing me to take pleasure in looking at her. She ran her middle fingers gently and slowly up her pussy outside her panties - bottom to top, and back down again. This brought forth a shudder of pleasure and heavy sigh from her. “Ahhhhh…” she whispered. Her eyes closed for a moment and she seemed to savor the feeling.

“Nikki, I want you to feel completely uninhibited and tell me the rest of your story. What do you need from me to feel completely uninhibited?”

She laughed freely and seemed completely at ease. “Well, I could get a little more comfortable…” She stood up and started to unbutton her dress. If she felt any apprehension, it didn’t show - it seemed that she had completely surrendered to her passion, and if her clothes made her feel constrained in relating this story, she was simply going to shed them and continue in a more comfortable state of undress. She lifted the dress over her head. Without any hesitation, she slid off her panties and cast them carelessly aside. She reached behind, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. Then she sat on the couch and pulled off her pumps. Now totally nude, she arranged a few pillows, and layed back. She lifted one leg up, resting her calf on the back of the couch. The other leg she spread out across the seat, so that her pussy was totally naked and exposed. She had a beautiful little pink pussy - she was shaved except for a tiny little line high up in her pubic area. The lips looked so soft and gently bare. She licked the middle finger of one hand and gently touched it to her glistening cunt lips. She gave a huge sigh of relief, and I suddenly realized that her body had ached to be free and naked as much as mine had. She smiled at me, and said “Now that feels 100% better. I think I can continue the rest of the story like this.”

Well this was the biggest surprise of all, in an evening full of surprises. Of course, I was smart enough to figure out that for me to remain clothed would be a faux pas at this point, so I obligingly stood and stripped. I cast my clothes on hers. It felt good to know that my clothes were randomly mixed in with her panties and bra - maybe my shirt would smell faintly of her pussy when I got it back. Even after what we had done together, we still didn’t know each other all that well, and such casual familiarity as that sent a shiver of pleasure through my body. When I pulled off my underwear, my cock sprang forth with unprecedented enthusiasm. The cool air on my newly naked cock and balls made me dizzy with pleasure. My cock shuddered and produced a shiny drop of lubricating fluid. I felt as though a single touch could trigger an intense orgasm.

Nikki looked at my cock, smiling, and said “Mmmmm….nice.”

This sent another shudder of pleasure down my nude shaft, and produced more pre-cum. I sat on a chair opposite Nikki, where I could get a full view of her smooth curvy body. She was idly touching herself, only lightly, as though to do more would bring on a premature climax. I spread my legs, giving her a full view of my straight and tall erection, and started to touch and play with it very gently. We sat like this for a few moments - her eyes on my cock were like velvet caresses, and brought me close to release.

“You’re right,” I said, “that does feel 100% better. Now I want to hear the rest of your story.”

Nikki layed back, closed her eyes and immersed herself into her recent memory again. Slowly, gently, she traveled mentally back to the story. She was silent as she regressed, gently stroking her pussy, immersed in pleasure and fantasy. At last she moaned again - “Mmmmm” - and then slowly, softly resumed her narrative. “Michelle lifted off her top next, and unhooked her bra and cast it aside. In all my life I have never imagined a girl could have such perfectly delicious breasts. They seemed to stand up so perky and firm, and yet be so smooth and soft. I imagined taking one of them into my mouth. What would it taste like? Would I caress one while I suckled and licked the other.? Jack turned her around and sat her on the couch in front of him. She was now nude except for her sexy gold pumps. She had pretty little toes, each painted and manicured, at the end of each delicate foot Jack lifted up her legs, ready to eat some teenage pussy. But when he did, her panties caught on one of her pumps and waved in the air. They both noticed this and laughed. But rather than just taking it off, Jack kissed all the way up the inside of her thigh, then across her shapely little calf. Michelle looked at him with awe in her eyes…she licked one of her fingers sloppily, and ran her hand down to her pussy. She started playing with it ever so gently. Jack’s tongue lingered a bit on one of her ankles, gently licking and teasing.

Michelle closed her eyes and heaved a sigh of lustful pleasure. Then he moved down and licked her panties as they hung on her pump. He paused to take a deep breath and enjoy the scent of her feminine excitement, and then licked them again. Then he took them in his teeth, lifted them gently off her sweet little toes, and cast them aside. He then returned to her foot. He licked up and down the stiletto heel of her pump, and from the look on her face, this was something new for Michelle. She giggled and squirmed while her finger continued to lightly pleasure her sex. He then licked, kissed and sucked all over her foot. He reached up and undid the strap and her pump came off. He held the pump in one hand, and her foot in the other.

He began to kiss those cute fresh little toes. Such soft delicate feet - I thought of her toes when she went barefoot in her yard, sometimes sunbathing in her tight little bikini. I wished that I could go to her when she was dressed like that , help her put oil on her body, lay her down, and suck her toes and rub them on my pussy to masturbate. I wished I could enjoy the pleasures of her tender nude body whenever I wanted to, just like Jack does. He started sucking and licking her toes with more passion and abandon now. I watched as he lowered the pump in his other hand, and started to rub it against his erect cock.

Soon he was arching his pelvis back and forth, rubbing his thick erect cock right on the leather sole where Michelle’s soft feminine little foot had just been, the heel strap gently tickling the sensitive area right behind his balls. He was clearly totally getting off on this. Michelle saw it too - she was in awe, as though she had never seen anything like it - a horny grown man masturbating with her shoe. Now her other hand spread her pussy lips while she continued to masturbate herself. Her strokes were longer and deeper now. Her legs jerked with mild spasms once in a while, and I could tell she was approaching a complete surrender to lust and pleasure.”

As she described Michelle’s near-orgasm, Nikki’s legs jerked upward a few times, her breathing became irregular and excited, and I thought she might be coming. But she stopped playing with her pussy and seemed to catch herself just before it was too late. She calmed slightly and began breathing slowly again. She resumed gently caressing the lips of her warm wet cunt as she resumed also her story.

“At this point Jack leaned a bit forward, so that as he masturbated with Michelle’s shoe, at each stroke his penis began to gently touch the lips of her pussy. To me, this was crossing a new boundary, as I realized that they were touching their sex together without any protection. Surely he wasn’t going to stick it all the way in her without a rubber, was he? I should have been more angry, but instead I just got more turned on. A little shudder ran through my body and my pussy tingled with a new excitement as I realized that I may have sucked on Michelle’s pussy juice before - did Jack shower between fucking her and sticking his dick in my mouth? I fantasized that he did not - that he had painted her wet cunt juice all over my face, and deep in my pussy. The thought made me swoon with desire. I felt a deep, longing desire to touch or taste any part of Michelle’s body, but especially the softness of her creamy wet little pussy.”

“At this point, I was almost in a frenzy with desire - I felt completely on fire, and couldn’t stand having any clothes on. I stripped off my panties, lifted off my dress, and took off my shoes and bra. As soon as I was totally nude, I started running one hand all over my body, while my other hand played with and caressed my cunt. I swooned with pleasure at my new nakedness, and almost orgasmed right then. But I stopped moving my fingers until the feeling subsided, because I wanted to keep myself on the edge of orgasm while I watched my husband fuck another girl. I realized that at any time one of them might open the glass door to come into the den, to find me laying on the floor naked with legs spread and my fingers in my pussy - the thought of it almost sent me over the edge again. I slowed down until I was barely touching myself, and knelt on the floor and continue to watch”

When she described how she had caressed her body, she repeated that action in front of me. Her eyes remained closed, and she spoke as if in a dream. It was as though she was back there, replaying it in her mind and going through the same act of masturbation while she remembered. I felt that she was not here in front of me, but rather back in her den, nude, turned on, and watching. I was not just hearing the story, but rather witnessing what had actually happened. The thought of it made my cock throb, and I felt the warm pre-cum starting to run down the shaft. My fingers were wet and slippery from the excited dripping of my erect penis. I fleetingly thought of standing up and shoving my orgasming cock in her mouth or pussy - would she like it? But I didn’t want to interrupt her trance, or her lovely story.

“Now Michelle removed her other pump, making herself so beautifully pure and nude. Jack dropped the shoe he had been masturbating with, and held Michelle’s ankles in each hand. He began rubbing the full length of his cock along her horny wet pussy, just on the outside. The sensitive underside of his penis slid slowly and luxuriously along her slippery pussy lips. At one end of each stroke, his balls tickled her cunt and thighs - at the other end of the stroke, the glistening tip of my husband’s penis was gently kissed by the soft pink inner lips of his slut’s little cunt.”

As she said this, Nikki almost lost control again. As she described Jack’s penis sliding over Michelle’s soft cunt, she ran her fingers up and down the outer lips of her own pussy, in synchronization with her lustful description. The sight of this was almost too much for me - a little spurt of semen started from my penis, and I had to quit touching it quickly, until the throbbing subsided, leaving only a trickle of wet sperm running down the shaft. Nikki saw this and moaned softly but deeply with pleasure. She stared at my cock and licked her lips, then looked me straight in the eye to make sure the gesture was not lost on me. It was not - my head was suddenly filled with fantasies about the softness of Nikki’s tongue and lips licking wet cum off my throbbing erection. The throbbing almost started again even though I wasn’t touching myself. We both needed to calm down enough for her to finish the story - and slowly, we did.

“Now I knew what was next - he was going to penetrate her all the way, totally nude, his cock right inside her totally naked wet pussy. I couldn’t believe it, but I knew it. Slowly Jack stopped rubbing his cock on the outside of her pussy. They looked at each other, eyes locked in wild lust, and he knew she was ready. Jack raised up a bit so that his cock pointed directly into her pussy instead of across the surface. Slowly, he began to lower it. At that point I noticed that Michelle’s legs were trembling - with excitement I thought, although maybe apprehension. No matter how many times they had done it, she must have been relatively inexperienced just because of her youth. Then I noticed my own legs were trembling too. I was completely overcome with pure uninhibited sexual desire.” As Nikki described the scene, she spread the lips of her pussy, dipped her fingers inside, and spread the luxurious wet lubrication over her clit in slow sensuous circles, working up and down the length of her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she was entranced by her fantasy, and her legs trembled slightly and uncontrollably.

“Then he started to slide it in. As the head entered, Michelle gasped and closed her eyes. Further and further the shaft slid in, until his balls touched the lips of her cunt. They were facing slightly away from me and I could see their nude fucking so clearly right in front of me. As he penetrated fully, Jack raised his head, silently savoring the perfect silkiness of this fresh young girl. Suddenly, upon the first full, deep penetration, Michelle’s eyes opened wildly and she let out a primal noise - urgent, unfiltered by inhibition. She and Jack began to move slowly, rhythmically. He did not thrust hard into her, but rather slowly slid the entire length of his cock in and out, moving his ass around and changing the angle so as to feel every part of his cock caressed by that velvety fresh young pussy. At the start of each stroke, her soft pussy lips kissed the very tip of the head of his cock. At then end of each stroke, his big balls pressed firmly into her labia and caressed her. Michelle was trembling with excitement - she wrapped one leg around Jack’s back, and placed her other delicate little foot on his calf, bracing herself for her own slow but deliberate writhing. At the start of some strokes, she raised up eagerly to meet the source of her intense pleasure. On others, she arched her back, so as to feel the hardness of the shaft against her clit. It was clear she was not in control of her body. Her pussy and her lust dictated every sensuous movement.”

“Gradually the fucking increased in speed, but only slightly. He penetrated deeply and easily. All sense of time was lost to me as I watched and masturbated. I wanted it to last forever. Periodically my mind would race off to more practical problems as I realized that my husband’s nude cock was inside a teenage girl. Was she on the pill? Would he keep doing her and eventually get in trouble with her family? What would the two of them think of me if they caught me watching them and masturbating? But I could not wander long before my mind was captivated by the perfect poetry of their sexual pleasure. It went on like this for a long time. So many memories and images of this fuck fill my mind that I could never relate them all. It was a universe of pleasure watching their perfect fucking.”

“After a long period of time in this same position, I noticed Michelle’s body becoming rigid and shuddering periodically as waves of pleasure struck her. It would not be long for her, I thought. Or for me.” Nikki’s heavy breathing signaled that this was true not only in the story but also at the present time. Her legs spread wider and her foot which was resting on the back of the couch raised up a bit. Her back arched, her breasts were flushed and hot, and I could see the signs of approaching orgasm. Her hand and fingers expertly pleasured her sex with increasing intensity. She was no novice at masturbating herself, I could tell. She continued with labored words “…at last the moment of her ecstasy arrived…I will never forget the beauty of that moment as long as I live. Her perfect little ass was wiggling up and down with every thrust, trying to pleasure herself on my husbands thick hard shaft. Her cute soft little ivory feet, with their tender little delicious toes and perfectly painted nails, were bouncing in the air at the end of her soft silky sculpted legs. I wanted so badly to kiss those legs, to taste their fresh smoothness, to embrace and caress them and pleasure myself with them. He face was glowing and radiant, her beauty shining like never before. I longed to kiss her soft ruby lips and feel her warm naked body against me. Her nipples were hard with excitement, and I was crazed with desire to feel them in my mouth, rolling them gently over my lips and tongue. And her pussy - Oh God that beautiful creamy pussy - wet, young, lovely, perfect - how I longed to bury my face in her and breathe the scent of her beautiful pure lust and taste her delicious wetness.”