Cat, Chris and Amy

Her fingers travelled up my inner thigh, slowly, slowly, until they reached bare skin. She traced a little circle on the wet, sensitive skin there, so close to my hot cunt that I let out a little stifled moan. Someone came in. My eyes were closed. I heard a woman's low chuckle and then a cubicle door shutting. Amy pulled back and gave me the sweetest, horniest smile. "Chris is probably getting lonely", she said. She quickly pinched my nipple through my shirt, sending a thrill-shock though me. We went back to the table. Someone had turned the lights down lower, and the music was louder. I suggested to Chris that he and I swap places, so he'd be next to Amy and opposite me. They were sitting with their backs to the wall, close together. Under the table I handed the egg to Chris. He looked surprised. A little crestfallen. I leaned across and whispered "I thought maybe Amy would like it ..." and I heard a low, throaty "mmmm" from him as he turned to Amy.

It was dark but I saw it. With one hand he pulled her into him and gave her a long, deep kiss. His other hand, with the egg in it, was under the table. I saw his arm move quickly under the table and I saw her pull away in surprise, suddenly breathless, then I saw his empty hand on the table top. He reached his hand across and passed it in front of my face and I could see – and smell - that his fingers were slick with her cunt-juice. I took hold of his wrist and, my eyes moving from Amy's wide-eyed, flushed face to Chris's half-shut eyes and back again, I slowly licked his fingers clean. She tasted like me. Different but the same. The taste turned me on. The smell too. I smiled. My clit was throbbing again.

Chris asked Amy to dance. I saw his hand move on the remote control. Shakily, she stood up and walked with him to the dance-floor. She practically used Chris to keep herself upright while they shuffled around on the dance-floor. I saw his hand move to his pocket and touch the remote control again and instantly Amy stiffened, then she missed a step and almost fell. Chris held onto her tight and I saw his hand on her breast. As I watched I could feel my nipples stiffen, as though it was me he was touching. Amy was obviously having difficulty dancing and he led her back to the table. His hard-on was clearly visible as he sat her down. Amy was breathless as she said she'd like to watch Chris and me dance. Chris turned the vibrations off and grinned at me, and he took my hand and led me to the dance-floor. I looped my arms behind his neck and he put a hand on each of my hips and pulled me in. As we started swaying to the music, he brought his mouth close to my ear and I felt his hot breath as he told me he couldn't wait to see Amy and me in our hotel room. We kissed long and deep, as I ground my pelvis into his thigh and felt his hard-on pushing into my belly. We said we loved each other as we danced. His kiss was both gentle and incredibly sexual. Once or twice I looked over to the table and saw Amy watching us intently, smiling to herself ...

Back at the table, I watched Chris ask Amy if she would like to come to our hotel room. She smiled and quickly reached across the table and took hold of my hand, sending a weird little thrill right through me.

Outside, and it was that time of night when taxis are in short supply. We decided to walk. The cold winter air felt wonderful on my hot wet clit and as we walked briskly onwards, I quietly asked Chris to hand me the remote control. With a lecherous grin he handed it to me, out of Amy's sight. I started the egg vibrating, on its lowest setting, and grinned as Amy stopped, turned to Chris in surprise and kissed his neck. He ran a hand over her breast and we carried on walking. When the hotel was in sight I racked up the vibrations by a good notch and watched Amy almost-stumble and grab Chris's arm. I lowered the vibrations and switched them off as I grabbed Chris's other arm. We walked into the hotel reception, Chris with a woman on each arm, and he asked the grinning young man behind the desk for our key.

We were given a couple of looks in the lift by middle-aged businessmen. Nothing too outraged – more a touch of half-swallowed lechery and some guess-work ... Amy giggled and that made me giggle. Chris, rather pointedly, kissed us each in turn on the neck – no doubt for the benefit of our little captive audience.

As we left the lift, I switched the egg back on, on a low setting. Amy stopped giggling and turned in the corridor, grabbing Chris's hand and pressing it onto her breast. A few more steps and Chris fumbled with the key and we were in. Home safe.

Suddenly, in the hotel room, with its bright lights, I felt weird and self-conscious and nervous again. Chris could read me and he took hold of me and gave me the longest, sexiest, most loving kiss, then gently pulled away and suggested that Amy and I should make ourselves comfortable on the bed. We sat on the bed while he poured three glasses of water and settled into the armchair at the foot of the bed. I pulled out the remote control, leaving it clearly visible in my hand, and upped the vibrations. Amy took a sharp inward breath and shifted on the bed, her eyes on Chris. Chris gestured to me and Amy turned and saw the remote in my hand. She practically fell on me as she went to kiss me. I pulled back and switched the egg off. Tossed the remote to the end of the bed. Kissed Amy's neck as I moved my hand up her skirt, along her thigh, to the top of her hold-up stocking...pulled my head back to see her face...she was staring at me fixedly, breathing shallowly ... I glanced at Chris. He was sitting in the chair, one hand gently stroking his hard-on through his trousers. He smiled at me. I took a deep breath and moved my hand higher. Felt my clit swell suddenly as I made contact with her wet cunt. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She was shaved, too ... Quickly I pulled on the loop attached to the egg and felt the resistance, then the sudden release of the egg into my hand. It was hot and wet, and Amy's little groan as I pulled it out made my clit throb.

Chris's voice came low and soft ... "Why don't you help each other undress?" ... Nervous again. I went to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. I sat for a couple of minutes on the edge of the bath, breathing slowly and deeply and feeling my slick cunt lips moving against each other as I shifted my weight. I washed my hands, straightened my clothes ... smiling as I realised I was straightening them so they would look nice for being taken off ... Another deep breath, a smile in the mirror, and I opened the bathroom door and went back into the room.

Amy was sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully clothed. But her skirt was up around her waist and Chris was kneeling in front of her, his hands holding her knees wide apart as his tongue traced circles on the soft skin of her inner thigh, just above the stocking line. I had not been prepared for how horny a sight like that would make me. I looked away and made my way to the armchair, sat down and watched for a while, gently fingering my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. Amy's hands were behind her on the bed, her arms supporting her, and slowly she arched her neck backwards and shut her eyes. I moved over to the bed and kneeled behind Amy. She leaned into me, her neck arching backwards over my shoulder. I reached down and started unbuttoning her shirt. Chris pulled his head away and watched for a second, then stood up and helped me pull Amy's shirt off. Amy shifted closer to the edge of the bed and I went to kneel in front of her, where Chris had been. I pushed her knees wide apart and, quickly, before I could change my mind, I put my mouth on her cunt.

I was acutely aware that this was my first time.

Her cunt was hot, very wet, very swollen ... and the smell and taste of her made me groan out loud with arousal. I pulled back a little and looked at her cunt. Red, swollen, slick, and practically pouting at me. I licked her from bottom to top, ending with her hard clitoris. As my tongue touched her clit, Amy gasped and pulled back. I stood up and found Chris behind me. As Amy watched, one hand distractedly stroking her own inner thigh, Chris unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me. My nipples stood pink and stiff above the edge of the bra. Chris pinched them both briefly and kissed the back of my neck. As he walked to the armchair, he unzipped his fly and pulled out a thick red hard-on. Amy got off the bed and came to me. She dropped her head and clamped her mouth on an exposed nipple, sucking me quite hard. With a little groan I pulled her head harder into me. I looked to Chris and saw him sitting with his eyes half-closed, gently stroking his hard red cock.

Amy's hands were behind me and she unzipped my skirt and let it drop to my feet. I stepped out of it and led her to a spot in front of Chris's chair, facing him. I stood behind Amy and undid the clasp on her bra, then watched Chris gently lift the bra away from her and toss it to one side. Watched him take one nipple in his fingers and another in his mouth, felt Amy's body stiffen ... I undid Amy's skirt and pulled it down. Took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, watching this beautiful woman, wearing only hold-ups and high heels and a heavy silver necklace. She looked so sexy it hurt.

Chris was standing now, his tongue in Amy's mouth, his hands kneading her breasts and pulling at her nipples. Then he pushed her gently backwards until she was sitting on the edge of the bed, next to me. As we watched Chris pull off his clothes, Amy reached over and undid my bra and I shrugged it off. My tongue was moving around inside my mouth with the thought of licking her cunt. I motioned to her to move backwards on the bed so she could lie down fully on her back. I spread her ankles wide apart and, on my hands and knees, I moved over her ... put my hands on her breasts, pulled at her nipples and kissed her mouth deeply, my tongue moving inside her mouth like I wanted to move it on her cunt. As I felt Chris's fingers pulling at my g-string, I tried to move so he could pull it down, but then I felt Chris snap one side-string, then the other, and next I felt the sodden lace being peeled slowly away from my aching clit. I kissed Amy deeper and felt a sudden trickle of wet slip down my thigh ... Christ, I was dripping like a bitch in heat ... suddenly I felt Chris's fingers deep in my sopping cunt and just as suddenly they were gone. I moved backwards and stood up. Watched as Chris spread my glistening cunt-juices over the head of his cock, then kneeled on the bed over Amy's head and held his cock just above her mouth. With a low little groan she lifted her head and wrapped her mouth around his cock. Chris dropped his hands onto the bed above her head, so that he was on all fours over her face, his knees spread wide and his cock buried in her mouth. I recall being suddenly surprised that the sight of my husband's cock buried in another woman's mouth should be such a huge, dirty turn-on for me. Amy's legs were still wide apart. Her cunt, as swollen and wet as mine, was irresistible. I moved back onto the bed, on my hands and knees between her legs and, all thoughts of hesitancy forgotten, I buried my face in her hot cunt, lapping at the dripping wetness, teasing her clit then pushing my tongue deep between her lips into the entrance to her cunt. She was groaning rhythmically now, and I raised my head to see Chris moving above her, fucking her mouth, in and out. I really wanted very badly to feel her come on my mouth, but first I wanted to watch her being fucked in the mouth by my husband.

I stood up. My cunt-juice was practically streaming down my thighs. I moved to the top of the bed. Chris's face was flushed as he looked up and leered at me. I reached over and stuck my tongue into his mouth. He could taste her on me and he sucked gently on my tongue for a second before groaning and pulling away from Amy. For the first time in a long while, Chris spoke. His voice was low and thick with arousal. "Amy, I'd love to see you lick my wife's cunt."

As Chris stood up Amy flipped herself over and beckoned to me. I lay under her, and she worked her way from my throat to my belly button with her tongue. I wanted her mouth on me so much that I was lifting my hips off the bed, up towards her. On her hands and knees now, she spread my legs wide apart and suddenly her mouth was on my cunt. She sucked at my lips, licked the taste of me off my inner thighs, returned to my cunt and stuck her tongue into me. My clit was aching with the need to be touched, and I groaned as her tongue moved up and down, in and out, but never once touched my clit.

To one side of the bed I could see Chris watching us, his face flushed and his cock rock-hard. He moved around to the foot of the bed, kneeling behind Amy. Just as I saw him put a hand on the small of her back and felt the sudden jerk and knew he had taken his cock and thrust it hard and deep up to the hilt into her cunt, she lifted her head for one second, threw it back with a noise that was half-way between a gasp and a scream, and then fell on me again, her hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples and pulling at them, and her mouth on my cunt again. She sucked my clit hard, and as Chris started moving in and out of her cunt, I looked up and saw an odd mixture of love and ecstasy in his face and that look pushed me over the edge. As Amy sucked hard on my aching, hyper-sensitive clit, her whole body jerking back and forth as my husband fucked her hard and deep, I came. I came so hard that Amy had to push down on my bucking hips so I couldn't throw her off. As the waves of orgasm crashing through my body started to fade, I saw Chris pull out of Amy's cunt. He almost whispered it ... "My wife's a dirty slut ... Cat, I want to see you make Amy come". I moved to him and looked him in the eye while I licked Amy's wetness off his straining, hard cock. Then I moved over Amy, now lying on her back. I already wanted to come again.

Gently, I pushed Amy's legs wide open and moved up between them. She was so fucking wet. I pushed two fingers deep into her cunt and felt it contract on them as I touched my tongue gently to her swollen, fat clit. I would never have imagined that the taste and smell of another woman's cunt – the feel of it – could make me so hot...

Her clit was so swollen and hard...it had felt so fucking good when she'd sucked my clit...I wanted to make her feel really, REALLY good...I buried my face in her, loving the taste of her, lapping it up, giving her clit a gentle little suck and then licking her out again as the cunt-juice streamed out of her ... for a while I was aware only of Amy's cunt, her fast, shallow breathing, and the empty ache in my own cunt. Then I felt Chris's weight on the bed behind me and, as I grabbed Amy's hips and pulled her so her legs were wide open and her cunt was all mine, I felt Chris's hard, fat cock slam into me from behind. He started fucking me fast and deep and, in a low voice, he almost growled "I want to see you make her come, you dirty slut ..." My lips were wrapped round Amy's clit, sucking on it, moving my tongue over it, like it was a little cock. Amy's hips were bucking rhythmically to get more of me and as I felt Chris's cock slamming hard into my dripping wet, tight, just-come cunt, I sucked her clit deeper and she cried out and came hard against my mouth, bucking against my face and grabbing my head to pull me further into her. I felt Chris pull out of me as she started to come. He had moved to one side and was watching the pair of us. As Amy started to relax and let go of my head, I looked up and the look on Chris's face was so dirty, so happy ... and I reached over to him and pulled his head to mine and he licked the taste of Amy from my face, then licked it off my lips, then put his tongue in my mouth. I knew it would take very little to make him come, but there was plenty of time for that.

I turned to Amy, who was watching us and smiling a dirty smile. I realised there was nothing I wanted more than to see her come again – but this time I wanted to watch Chris make her come. "Amy, would you mind awfully if I asked my husband to make you come while I watch?" ... Amy hadn't finished coming ... she let out a low, throaty laugh and Chris moved onto the bed over her, his cock red and hard and still slick with my cunt-juice. I sat in the armchair, watching, waiting ...

Wordlessly, Chris moved behind Amy and sat with his back against the headboard, and gently manoeuvred her so that she was astride him, kneeling over his cock, her back against his chest. He held my eye steadily as he pushed his cock into Amy's tight, probably still-contracting cunt and she dropped her full weight onto it, while she too stared me right in the eye. Still holding my eye, Chris reached his arms in front of her and started squeezing and rolling her nipples in his fingers. Then Amy closed her eyes and started to move on his cock, in a sort of small up-and-down, circular movement, keeping his cock deep inside her the whole time. He lost eye contact with me as he shut his eyes and moaned, and started to pinch and pull at her nipples. He opened his eyes again but they were unfocussed, staring fixedly at a point a few feet ahead of him, his eyelids heavy and his cheeks flushed...Amy was really grinding her cunt down onto him now and he moved one hand down from her breast and as she fucked herself on his cock, he strummed his finger tips back and forth across her swollen, puffy clit. I watched her face as she came on my husband's cock. The ecstacy, like pain, on her face...she looked beautiful and I realised I was strumming my own clit.

Amy pulled herself off Chris and lay next to him on the bed, catching her breath. His cock was so fucking big and hard and wet that I had to get my mouth on it. I went between his legs on all fours and took his cock deep into my mouth, into my throat, deeper and deeper, until there was no more length to take. I moved my tongue on him and felt him bucking slightly as the head of his cock moved in my throat. Just as I felt him about to come, I pulled off. I wanted him to come on Amy's tits. I wanted to see it and I wanted to lick his cum off her tits. I quickly moved my mouth to Amy's, kissed her deep and asked if Chris could come on her tits. Chris was clearly happy with the idea – he was already kneeling over her. I watched as Amy lay beneath him, her hands on his wet, slick cock, her fingers circling him, moving up and down ... I watched Chris. His eyes were shut and his head was thrown back, a frown of ecstasy on his face. Then he snapped his head forward, stared fixedly at Amy's hands on his cock, let out a long, low, loud, animal moan, and grabbed his cock from her and watched himself spurting hard, long jets of cum over her tits. Long strings of it over her tits, her throat, even on her face ... Chris stayed there for a moment, enjoying the sight of what he'd done to her and gently stroking his still-hard cock.

As Chris lifted himself off Amy and shifted to one side, I moved over her on the bed and gently started licking the familiar taste of my husband off Amy's face and throat, then off her tits and finally I sucked him off her nipples, as she moaned softly and I heard her breathing getting faster again. Chris was in the armchair, his cock soft now, watching us. As I sucked on Amy's nipples and teased them with my teeth and tongue, I felt Chris's fingers in my cunt. He massaged my g-spot quickly and roughly, then he started rubbing my clit with the length of his wet fingers, hard and fast. Just a few seconds and he felt me starting to come and pushed four fingers into my wide-open cunt, and I pushed back and came hard on his hand. I pulled my face away from Amy's breasts, scared I would bite down on her too hard as I came, and waited for the shock-waves to die down. When they did Chris removed his hand, and moved up towards Amy's mouth. He held his hand above her mouth and she licked my cunt-juice off his fingers. I moved over her and kissed her deep in the mouth while I rubbed her hard, wet clit with my fingers. I rubbed the very tip of her clit hard with my fingertips as I felt her tongue deep in my mouth, and then I felt her pull her head away and to one side as she came, her hips bucking off the bed and her hand grinding mine hard onto her clit.