Amy On Loan Ch. 04

That last session with Craig and Adam left me in a real "antsy" mood that I couldn't seem to shake. I went through periods of being disturbed and ashamed of what was happening and then totally overwhelmed with intrigue of what was to come.

When Adam left that Wednesday night, he and Craig left me with a burning and twitching inside that just wouldn't go away. More and more, the idea of being by myself with Adam was starting to creep into my mind. Maybe, deep down, I felt that subconsciously I was holding back when he made love to me because Craig was in the room and I didn't want to appear to be overly appreciative of his skills.

Craig had invited Adam and several other friends over for a full day of football on a Sunday. Originally, they were going to stay pretty late because our local team played the night game. However, Adam suggested that after the first afternoon game was over and they had eaten it would be better if they moved to his house for the second game because our son was home and it would go past his bedtime. I really appreciated his thoughtfulness.

I was in the kitchen by midday, already preparing for guest. It was a bit chilly in the day and near freezing at night so I was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. After I had everything sort of going in the kitchen and before anybody had arrived, Craig came up behind me and started teasing my nipples.

He lifted my shirt and spent a long time leisurely pleasing himself at my expense. Even though I really appreciated his attention and the long slow kisses, I knew he was building a fire that would not be put out that day.

"Are you going to change clothes?" He was sort of joking as he asked.

"No. Isn't this okay?" I looked down at myself and thought I looked all right.

"Oh, no. You look fine." He walked away without further comment, leaving me hanging there with a tormented bundle of nerves between my legs and questions about his motives.

What was his point? I know that he had preferred something a little more provocative when Adam was coming over, but we were going to have a number of guys there.

On the other hand, he was starting to ask me more and more about the attention I gave to and received from other men. Apparently, we were at a point in our relationship that he wanted to show me off. I didn't quite know if it was pride or just vanity on his part.

So, even though I thought his comments to be a little strange, the meaning didn't get past me. He wanted me to put on something a little more, shall we say for lack of anything else, entertaining?

I was thinking, "What does he want? After all, our son is here, too!"

But I decided I would play his game a little and dumped the jeans for a thin tight fitting white tee shirt that showed breast spilling out of a skimpy bra underneath and a short, loose denim skirt.

What he wouldn't know, and I just did at the spur of the moment, was that I took off my panties, too. After all, I had no intention of actually spending any time sitting in front of these guys and it made me feel sexy and secretive. I was already dripping from his little manipulation of me earlier.

Everything went as usual. The hungry herd arrived, ate and yelled at the television. However, their glances at me weren't lost. Craig seemed pleased and as the afternoon passed I thought that maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. And best of all, they never knew I was naked under my skirt.

Several times while I was alone in the kitchen I reached under and gave myself a few little gratifying strokes. It seemed devilish and bold of me.

Some time after they were there and when they were all totally engrossed in the game, Adam walked into the kitchen for a "resupply" as he proclaimed to the group.

Instead, he walked around behind the kitchen counter where I was standing out of sight of the others.

Without a word and with one swift motion, he silently and smoothly turned me around so that I was leaning against the counter.

Without hesitation and certainly without provocation, all at once his hand went under my skirt and up to my wet pussy.

When he felt my naked crotch, he moaned slightly in my ear. I was already soaking wet and he felt it right away.

He wasn't slow, wasn't careful, and wasn't being sensitive. Instead he slipped a finger in me and started slowly pumping me with it.

I jumped from the sudden intrusion and turned my red head to face him.

I whispered, "Are you crazy?" and reached down to dislodge his hand.

You an imagine my predicament as I was trying to ward him off without making a fuss, while at the same time keeping a close watch on the open door into a room full of others only feet away.

I can tell you for sure it was a losing proposition. I couldn't hold him off very well.

To make matters worse, the finger that was slowly stroking me sped up, becoming like a silent, excruciatingly wonderful machine. It was all I could do to keep quiet and my body was reacting to his hand rather than trying to fight it off.

I'm sure he had every intention of bringing me off, feeding off the excitement of Craig and his friends being just feet away.

And I know he would have if my son hadn't walked in just then.

Instead, he removed his hand and walked away as if nothing had happened. Less than an hour later they were gone. The last thing Adam told me was that they were going hunting the next Saturday.

The following Friday night we both got in bed pretty early knowing we had to get up for their trip. I had been on a high all week that I couldn't come off and Craig kept kindling it with his fingers and mouth but never letting me come. When I started to undress, Craig either detected my mood or was himself pretty well in the mood. Maybe he just wanted a "sleeping pill" to knock him out. Either way, something unusual happened.

You know as well as I do that when a couple that has been married as long as we have go to bed, we just "go to bed." No particular preparation unless it's a special night. Before I got into bed that night, he asked me to put on something "special." When I asked him "what" but he just shrugged and said, "Whatever that makes you feel sexy."

It was way out of character for him. You know what I mean. You spend all the time and effort to buy something to excite but after the first time they see it on you it goes into the "wrong" side of the closet, never to be worn again.

But when they do show interest, you sure as heck don't say "No."

So, I pulled out the absolutely skimpiest outfit I had. It was something from pre-baby five years or so ago and I'll admit that even though it didn't fit as it once did, it was very revealing and tempting. More like something that you would see on a honeymoon.

However, for my effort (which really wasn't much) he went after me more like I was a conquest than a partner. Luckily I was already primed and came with him. There was no "seconds" as he rolled over and went right to sleep. I was disappointed a little but not surprised.

We had set the alarm for 5:00 in the morning so that he would be up and out when Adam came by to pick him up to go hunting. When I have to get up early I tend to toss and turn rather than sleep. Plus, it was one of those nights that I just seemed to stay primed, the thought of Adam racing through my mind and Craig's sperm oozing out of me.

Of course, as always, I went to sleep just before I had to get up. When the alarm went off I was still in a sleepy grog so Craig went in and started coffee before he started his shower. He told me he had unlocked the back door for Adam to come in and get coffee.

I came out of my sleepy grog almost panicked! Here I was in this little tiny sheer nothing with a come soaked g-string. I quickly threw on a heavy robe and ran a comb through my hair before I went out. I was surprised to find every light in the living room on since Craig is a nut about keeping unneeded lights off.

Somehow, I wasn't surprised to hear somebody rattling around in the kitchen. Adam was right on time.

We met in the living room, me in my dowdy robe and him dressed to go hunting and with coffee in his hand.

Craig stuck his head out, dressed in just underwear, and announced that he would be out after his shower. What an embarrassment!

Adam and I discussed pleasantries for a minute or so. He was sitting on the couch and I was still standing with coffee in my hand.

As soon as we heard the shower start running, he set his cup down and reached his hand out, indicating that he wanted mine. I reluctantly walked over and gave it to him, not knowing what he wanted.

He took my coffee carefully from my hand and set it aside. Then, without a sound or warning, he pulled me close to him. He was still sitting and I was standing close in front of him.

He started to gently tug on the belt that was wrapped around my robe and held it together. His eyes never left mine.

"No, Adam. Craig's right there!" I couldn't believe his boldness.

"He's in the shower."

"But he'll be out in a second."

"We'll hear the water turn off. I want to see it."

"See what." It was a stupid response. We both knew exactly what he was talking about.

He didn't bother to answer. Slowly he took my belt loose and pulled my robe aside. My pussy was very exposed with only the little g-string providing cover. My top stopped well above my navel so I was showing my entire midriff.

I looked down at myself just as he was. His attention was locked to an almost exposed mound. If he had paid any attention to my upper parts, he would have seen two very extended nipples apparent through the see thru material.

The sound that came out of him was a cross between a moan and somebody catching their breath. Just the sound of it made me twitch.

"Stop. We can't do this." My voice lacked conviction, I'm sure. It didn't help any that I had placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Listen for the water." That was all he said.

He reached for the little bottoms and pulled them slowly down my legs, rubbing them between his fingers as he went. I knew he could feel their dampness.

"Please, Adam. Please." That's all I could whisper. I glanced at the hallway leading to our open bedroom. Then my attention went to the bulge that was evident even through his jeans. I wondered if he could detect the little forward thrust my pelvis made in response to the sight of that limb lumbering to life in front of my eyes.

If so, he didn't let on. Instead he slid off the couch down on his butt and braced his back against the couch. He reached up and slid the robe off my shoulders, letting it drop to my feet. On the way down, his fingers stopped just long enough to gently tweak my nipples. Then his hands moved down and gently pressed against the inside of my thighs, indicating he wanted me to spread them slightly.

I was so nervous I did it without protesting and slightly shifted my feet. Without a word, he pulled me forward to him and his mouth moved to my pussy. And it stayed there for a long time.

My clit and pussy was licked, kissed, sucked, fingered, eaten, nipped at with teeth, tongued. Anything a mouth and hand could do. And he was doing it s-o-o-o-o slowly, so softly. He would take my whole pussy in his mouth, sucking it softly as if trying to swallow it. Then move to my clit, tongue my pussy and back to enjoy my mound.

And my only response was to offer a steady pleading with him to stop with "Craig will be coming out at any time." I couldn't believe he was being so nonchalant about it.

All the time I was pleading and listening to the shower drone on and on. My eyes were closed and I was nothing more than a shuddering, convulsing recipient of the unending pleasure. For all my verbal denial, I had his head clasped in my hands and was guiding it gently into me if not pulling it.

I'm sure my ass cheeks started opening and closing in response to what became a steady offering of just tongue and a rapidly sucking mouth, my clit going in and out of his mouth like a little cock. My legs were bending slightly as I went slowly up and down, pumping against his mouth as if I were fucking it.

When I came I came hard. I didn't bother to watch him or anything else. If Craig could hear me, he could hear me!! I thrashed and wailed with his mouth pulling every emotion out of me straight through my pussy!

I was pounding on his shoulders and didn't care and couldn't stop. As for him, he slowed down just a bit, and then started it all over again. I became sensitive and was backing away in response, so he really took it easy on me. It was like we were starting it all over again, this time very slow and gently. I knew he was trying to coax another climax out of me and I caved in to become a willing partner.

We didn't make it very far. When the shower turned off, the effect was like a gunshot. Adam started sucking real hard and fast on me, totally ignoring the fact that I was dealing with a super sensitive clit.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow." I was letting out very quiet protests but all the time pumping hard against him again. We both knew we had to stop and stop right then! He reluctantly moved his mouth from me. I quickly grabbed my tiny bottoms and my robe and rushed into the kitchen to put them back on. I glanced at the clock and was surprised at where the time had gone.

I'm sure Adam was trying to adjust himself to hide that hard so prominently displayed. He chose to just sit on the couch.

Craig walked in within minutes. After the usual banter, they left. When they were gone, I sat quietly with my coffee on the couch. My fingers couldn't help but move down and slowly bring me back down then back up again as I still was reeling from Adam's mouth and the unfinished state he had left me in.

But then, through it all came the little doubts again. Craig insisted on me wearing something sexy to bed. He got up before me and opened the house to Adam.

And the shower. Craig is normally in and out in minutes. This morning, he had a friend out in the living room waiting for him to finish his shower so they could leave on a very anticipated trip. Yet, the water was running for over thirty minutes!

Did Craig have an invited "guest" over this morning for some early morning delight? Was he actually taking a shower all that time? Or was he a hidden observer, watching to see how I reacted to Adam when I didn't think he was watching. He had been showing a tremendous interest earlier about my reaction to Adam's advances.

I had questions but no real answers.

And, of course, a pussy that was on fire again. I couldn't get the thought of Adam's mouth out of my mind. And the cock that was so near but so far away.

But most of all what was ringing in my ear was Adam's parting words, whispered quietly in my ear.

"I would love to have you alone." Had my thoughts been telegraphed to him? I knew we could in no way let it happen.

That Monday evening Adam was coming over for a few hours to watch Monday night football. Since Craig could put our son down to bed, I volunteered to give a hand to a friend that was painting her kitchen. I told them I would be back after eleven. I assumed the game would be over by then.

As it turned out, she was totally unhappy with the color of paint and we had to put the project off until she could have the color corrected. I went ahead and stayed there a little while and just visited. About nine, I decided to go on home.

I was driving Craig's car and just parked it in the driveway beside Adam's as he had the garage blocked. Just I was starting to get out of the car, he walked out of the garage and onto the driveway. It startled the heck out of me to have him walk up on me like that.

I guess he saw that he had surprised me and we both laughed it off as he apologized.

I asked him about leaving so early. He said the game was a total blowout so he decided to go on home even though Craig was frozen to the screen.

It was cold, so I was wearing an old pair of sweats that I didn't mind getting paint on and a lightweight jacket. We stood outside the car and chatted a while. There was no main theme, just everyday chatter between friends.

Pretty soon he started touching me, brushing my hair and touching my face. From there it moved down to him cupping my ass and massaging it. I kept moving his hand away, but he came back. Finally, over my protest, he unzipped my jacket and gently cupped my breast. His kisses went from light and playful to deep and searching.

I reminded him that not only was Craig only an open door away but we were also out in my driveway right beside the street that anybody could walk by.

He said it wasn't likely that anybody would be out fooling around in that cold and I knew he was right. About that time I gave out a little shiver.

He detected it, opened the back door to the car, and sort of shoved me in.

He didn't waste any time. It wasn't so much that he was forcing himself on me, but he was certainly ignoring my protest. He started really kissing me. Not the timid ones I had mostly felt before but ones with abandon that you would imagine between two hot lovers.

Even though my mouth and hands were protesting part of the time, at others they were responding. My mouth would say "No", then lock on him with a hunger that I couldn't explain to myself.

I reached the point that I allowed his hands free will and he softly, skillfully and with a great amount of pleasure paid attention to my breast. He pushed up my sweats top and his hand was filled with nothing but tit. I hadn't worn a bra under the loose top.

For what seemed like hours but I'm sure was twenty minutes or so, he paid full attention to just my breast and face. He spent a lot of time on my neck and ears, bringing me high each time and then going back to teasing my nipples with his fingers and mouth.

I had wondered what it would be like if we were alone. What would happen if there was no intimidation? It was gratifying and erotic to have Craig watch us and come with me, but there was that nagging sensation that I couldn't fully be me, afraid of responding just a little too much to Adam's mouth and cock and alienating Craig in the process.

Well, this was it!

Like two teenagers in the back seat, Adam shoved my pants and panties down, then off. He lifted himself up as well as he could and removed his own pants and shorts in a very awkward fashion. I felt like a high school girl as we clumsily positioned ourselves in the small back seat, him trying to find a position that would allow what he planned.

There was little foreplay after that. He knew I was wet and verified it with a quick and light brushing of my clit and pussy, sending my hips thrusting up and bringing out a low, long moan. Being outside like that, I didn't feel like I had to be subdued so it was not stifled.

I couldn't believe I was allowing it to happen, right there in the car and right under Craig's nose. It was frightening, crazy, and totally exciting.

When the maneuvering was over, I was on my back with my head against the right door, he was on top of me smothering me with deep, deep kisses, his legs bent back in an awkward position and we both still had out shirts on. All at once it seemed hot in the car and the windows were totally steamed. Anybody walking past or police driving past would certainly be curious as to the reason.

As he poised above me, he took his cock in one hand and guided it into me. There was no "Are you all right with this", "Do you want to be on top?" or anything of the sort.

He was just going to fuck me.

He pressed into me and started a slow but strong motion, inserting himself a little with each stroke. I strained a little against him, and then moved a little bit away in discomfort, then back again. My legs were sort of wrapped around him; definitely grasping him in a way as not only to guide him but also to encourage him in my own way.