Kaitlyn
Brad slid his fingers between Cynthia’s swollen folds. I ground myself down on his knuckles as he stroked her. He glanced between us, “Jesus, fuck, this is sexy,” and coaxed another orgasm from each of us.
My head dropped to her shoulder, and she kissed my forehead. I pressed my lips to hers, then his, and moved my way down her body. Kisses and nibbles dotted her skin while her husband licked his fingers clean.
He watched my eyes roam over his wife’s luscious curves. My hands and mouth worshipped her. Fingertips trailed down her legs. She trembled and moaned when I massaged her foot, then stroked my way up her calf and along her thigh. Brad sighed and moaned when I moved down to the other foot for a repeat performance.
Cynthia couldn’t keep still. Her hips bucked up into the hand I used to tease her pussy. Her head moved side to side as she mewled like a kitten. Eyes on me, she licked her lips. Impatient for what came next.
Uncertainty welled up inside me. I looked up at my experienced lovers. They smiled, encouraging me to continue. Brad cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lips.
“Touch her as you’d touch yourself, baby girl. As you did when you didn’t know I was watching and listening.” He grinned, eyes on his wife as he continued. “When you called my name.”
“Oh fuck, so sorry I missed that.” Cynthia swallowed. “I would’ve loved to watch...