I stared at Peter for a moment. His face held an expression of challenge. Good-natured, friendly challenge, but challenge. I realized that my friend was actually diverting his attention from my naked wife to be sure I was okay too. That felt good.
I winked at him. “I believe I will,” I said, popping my stolen grape in my mouth. It burst deliciously as I bit down. I turned and followed Sara’s enticing parade. “You guys have fun,” I said over my shoulder. “Peter, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
Two laughs followed me as I returned inside. I felt my cock surging to life again as I stepped into the darkened living room toward the lights of the kitchen. In the back of my mind, I was becoming fairly confident that Erika and I would be good when this was done. Maybe, possibly, probably(?) better than before. But right then, my suddenly straining cock and I had a much more short-term mental horizon, and it pretty much included nothing besides screwing Sara six was to Sunday.
“Ahem,” came a voice from the darkness. I turned, realizing that Sara was not back in the kitchen, but was instead lounging on the huge couch in their living room, in the dark, with the tray of snacks on the table in front of her. “Nice silhouette,” she observed to me, and I realized that when I’d paused, my erection and I were outlined by the light of the kitchen behind us.
“Thanks,” I said, bemused. I turned and sat easily on the couch beside her. I grabbed several pieces of cheese from the board and leaned back, draping an arm around her shoulder. I popped a piece in my mouth, chewed it softly, and shifted the arm around Sara’s shoulder so I could companionably rest my hand on her breast. “This is good,” I observed quietly.
“The cheese?” she murmured, cuddling into my stroking hand.
“All of it,” I replied firmly. In the darkness, a hand found my cock and began stroking it again.
We finished the cheese we had in our free hands, and Sara piped up, “You know what? I think I don’t need any more snacks.” Her hand grasped my cock much more firmly.
“Fuck that cheese,” I agreed quietly.
“Fucking the CHEESE was not my plan,” she laughed.
I lifted my arm from her and spun down to kneel on the floor, moving to place myself between her knees. “Now I think you are getting it,” sighed Sara, sliding forward on the couch until her crotch hung off the edge.
I pressed against her, my dick hungrily brushing her sex. It was a nice low couch, perfect for this exact position. I steadied my shaft with my hand and powered my way easily and forcefully inside Sara. She sighed happily as I slid within her. I just quivered.
Rather than begin thrusting, I leaned forward and took her face in both my hands. We stayed like that, with me buried inside her and sharing a long, tender, weirdly almost chaste kiss.
But my body had other ideas, and when my hands slid down to caress her breasts, our kiss became much more passionate. Her lovely tits made barely a handful for me, but they were so wonderfully malleable and responsive to my touch. Her rock-hard nipples pressed into the palms of my hands.
It was insanely hard to keep from thrusting into Sara, but I was determined to extend this moment in time as long as I could. But then I felt her hands clasping my ass urgently. I remained still, even though Sara was beginning to writhe on the couch.
“Listen,” Sara mumbled through our on-going kiss. “If you don’t start fucking me right now, I’m going to scratch your ass to ribbons.” To illustrate her point, her caressing fingers suddenly clenched, her elegant, long, sharp fingernails digging into my soft flesh just this side of painfully.
I was not a man to refuse a lady. Discretion was the better part of valor. All those things.
I shifted my hands from Sara’s breasts to her petite hips and began to slide, then plunge in and out of her. Sara muttered that that was much better, and we proceeded to grunt and moan away as we enjoyed an intense, but for the moment still leisurely, fuck.
After a while, I knew it was either shift positions right then, or finish like that… imminently. I had no desire to finish yet, so I slipped free of her confines and sat back beside Sara on the couch. She happily took my cue and flipped over to straddle me, guiding me back to her pussy without delay. My eyes practically rolled back in my skull as she took me inside her again. Sara was having none of my leisurely ways and was humping up and down on me in gleeful exertion. It was glorious, but it was also apparent that things were not going to last long this way either. Sara was breathing increasingly shallowly, her grunts tending more toward gasps. Her breasts bounced up and down before me, not with the majesty that Erika’s would have (or quite possibly WERE right at that moment elsewhere), but arrestingly all the same. I felt a pressure building between my legs that would not long be contained as the real and imagined images overlaid themselves in my mind.
Then from outside, we heard a gasping shriek. A loud one. Several loud ones. A whole long series of loud, passionate, breathless, high-pitched moans. I recognized the sound. I felt a brief pang of remorse that I had not heard it that loud, or that extended, in a very long time. Erika was coming. Hard.
Sara stopped, halfway impaled on me, wrapped her hands around my shoulders and watched.
The couch faced away from the backyard, so I couldn’t see, but cowgirl Sara was taking in a direct view.
“Want me to describe it to you?” she whispered leeringly in my ear.
“Yes,” I breathed, my cock pulsing inside her, momentarily biding its time.
“They are on the grass. Erika is on her hands and knees, and Peter is grinding into her from behind,” breathed Sara. Erika began yet another series of loud moans. “Damn, they look so hot,” breathed Sara, clenching down on me absently. A lone, shriek came from Erika behind me, and I could tell that she was finally, desperately, ecstatically done.
“Hot, huh?” I growled and pushed Sara off me. She kept her eyes on our spouses outside and I slipped around and drove myself back into her from behind, as if mimicking what Peter had just been doing with my wife. I slid in and out idly, in no rush because I wanted a look too.
Erika had collapsed to the grass and rolled over under Peter. She lifted a hand to his still obviously unsatisfied cock. I could tell what was coming, but Sara apparently did not. I ground into her intensely, my eyes locked on my wife and my friend. I wondered what it would look like from a vantage other than my own.
Erika tugged at Peter’s cock and pulled it down to nestle between her lovely, glorious, generous, fantastic… and very, very fuckable tits. With it nestled in the middle of her chest, Erika pushed her breasts together around Peter’s cock.
“Wow,” said Sara in fascination about what we were watching. Or in appreciation of my increasingly intense penetration of her pussy from behind. Or both.