Unwrapping Candy Ch. 03

She pushed up against Henry's trembling legs, rubbing her pale white breasts along his cock.

"Henry always enjoyed a good titty-rub."

"I know, I'll bet you wanted to see. . . this." and she started running her face all along that shaft, her eyes still locked on mine and glowing with a feverish heat.

"Or was it this?", and she began licking and sucking Henry's balls while starting a slow pumping motion with her left hand. . . always the left, rings you know. Yeah, she knew what she was doing to me. "Was that it, Baby? Did you want to watch me jerking Henry's big cock for you? You could never guess just how many . . . (slurp). .times I was in this very same position with this. . same (mmm) cock in my hand and . . . (mmmm) . . .these very same . . . (slurp) . . sweaty...(ummmm)......balls in my mouth. . . (mmmmph). (giggle)...I'm not sure myself, but it was a lot of times, a whole lot. You remember this, Henry?"

"Oh, SHIT YEAH! I remember, I remember. Don't stop now. Keep going."

She stopped her licking for a moment turned back towards me and whispered in my ear,

"Enjoying the show, mister? I sure am. Hope this is really what you want, 'cause there aint no stopping it now." All the while she kept stroking that hard cock right in front of me, so close to MY face I could feel it's heat.

My heart was pounding, I was sweating like crazy as I watched her go back to Henry's black cock. My stomach was churning and I felt like I'd been kicked in the guts by a horse. God, I was loving this! My throat had gone dry by now but my crotch was steaming wet. I asked her, "Is that all you did?"

You know, a smile is an odd thing, it can have so many effects. The one Candy gave me now ignited my desires while simultaneously pouring ice water on my heart.

"Oh, no, my dear, not at all. I did this", and she began kissing her way up and down that sweaty rod,"and this", now her tongue licked the entire surface clean of sweat and precum leaving it wet and shining from her saliva. "Mmmmmm, tasty! But most of all, my dear husband, I did THIS!"

With that she began sucking Henry's cock into her mouth, a little at a time until I saw her throat bulge. Henry looked like he was about to pass out! I know I was! Her head began bobbing up and down, fast and slow, occasionally all the way down to the balls. Best blowjob I'd ever had from her wasn't even half this exciting. Sometimes she'd take it out of her mouth and lick the shaft and head or rub it all over her face..I think Henry and I *both* were about to come when she finally stopped, sat back on her ankles and smiled at me.

"Did you like that, honey? I did and I'm SURE Henry did," as she wiped off the string of saliva arching from her lips to Henry's dick. "I know he always did back then."

Then she pulled Henry's briefs back up, slithered her way back up his trembling body, and went behind him, moulding herself against him. Her pale arms reaching around to fondle him and his hands disappearing now between them.

I watched as I saw him somehow lifting her negligee, I could see its hem rising, and I could see Candy moveing her legs apart a little, and then her mouth opened, her faced reddened - he was touching her, fingering her again!

"It was our last time (ah!) together (ah!), that evening, so we (ah!) stood in front of the window (ah!), like this. We knew they (uhh!)were looking. . ."

"And she stood behind me like this, and did what she's doing now."

"I did, mmmmm," Candy confirmed, "except I wasn't wearing 'anything' that night..."

"And then, when we were sure they were watching, I did this. . ." she said, demonstrating.

Her hands pulled out, and she tugged at his briefs, pulling them down, exposing that black cock.

She pushed them past his knees, they fell, and he stepped out of them, and stood erect again, proudly, his back still to her, her hands reaching around to his pelvis again, one hand making love to his shaft, the other underneath, supporting his scrotum.

"Fred, I touched him just like this, so that guy and his wife could watch us, just like you're watching us now."

I couldn't not look at her hand, moving on that shaft, covering its head, then pulling back, exposing it, making the foreskin peel back, displaying its engorged head, so ready to be touched, so ready to be inside her, not just in her hand.

"After I started dating you, way back then, I never thought I would touch him like this again. I didn't want to."

"Don't forget the other part, Candy", Henry reminded her, "the part where after you touched me, I told you I thought the guy across the street would rather look at you than me. . ."

"I remember," Candy said, "and I remember what you did. . ."

"What did you do, Henry" - I wanted to know it all! I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess.

"Just what you would want to see if you were the watcher, Fred", he said, "I turned around to face her, like this," and he did, so she was in his arms, his ass facing me, "and we turned around, so now her back was to the window", he turned again, so her negligee clad back was facing me, "then I turned her around, so now she was facing him, while I touched her!"

He turned Candy to me, one hand across her pelvis, another across her breasts.

"That's what we did, to excite that guy, and then we had sex, standing up, right there, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands cupping her ass, just driving it into her like it was the last time I'd ever have sex, and we knew it was the last time for us, because you had come into her life, and now she was off limits to everyone else."

"I think I want to go to bed now, Henry," Candy said, "That is, if it's OK with Fred."

They both looked at me, still holding the camera, and when I nodded, she took his hand, and led him, with me following, into the bedroom.

"Henry, until I met you, was the best lover I ever had," she said to me as she stood beside the bed.

"Give the camcorder to Henry, Fred, and come over here."

Of course I obeyed. Who wouldn't?

He filmed me going to Candy, her coming into my arms, and kissing me like she'd kissed him.

"Help me get this off, Fred, for Henry. It's been a long time and I think he'd like to see me naked again.

"Come 'unwrap' me now. . .

"unwrap me for him. . .

"for him to see me. . . naked"

"for him to use me. . . again"

"for him to take me. . .again"

"for him to fuck me again the way he used to. . ."

It was my turn, I thought, to surprise her.

"He did see you naked again not so long ago, Candy."

She moved in front of me, and slowly and gracefully raised her hands above her head, now facing her ex-lover.

I bent down, and picked up the hem of her negligee.

And lifted it, up, over her head, off.

I was still waiting for her to react to what I said.

"He saw you on one of our lust nights. . ." I said, wanting to surprise her the way she had shocked me.

"Yes, I know, dear."

"Fred," she said, "honey, that sleep mask really isn't a very good blindfold. I know he saw me, and I know what you did. I never thought I'd ever have sex with Henry again, but you made it happen then. And it was good, too. Really good. Brought back old memories. I didn't mind, you know. I did it because you were so turned on, and he was, too, and that made me even hotter, too."

". . . . "

My mouth fell open.

She lightly caressed my hardon.

"Just like the way you're turned on right now."

She moved to the bed.

"Come, Henry. And Fred, put that silly camera down, and get undressed, and you get in here, too."

The camera's mini-tripod balanced it on the dresser, although it turned out not aimed well at all, while I complied with her order.

I joined them on the bed, I was behind Candy, her back to me, while Henry's arms were around her.

"Let me go, Henry," she said, and rolled over onto her back.

"Come lie beside me, Fred, I need to hold you, I need you to kiss me, I don't want to have to pretend this time that I don't know what's happening."

I moved beside her, and her arms went around my neck, holding me tightly.

I could feel other movement in the bed, and had to move a little away, as I felt her opening her legs, and felt more movement, and then Henry's arm, between us, as he was supporting himself between her legs.

"Don't look down, look at me, Fred, and just kiss me," she said, "I want to feel your love for me, and that you still want this to happen."

Her kiss was hot and passionate, and she held me tightly, I was lost in her kiss, lost in the sensations, aware of movements on the bed, and then, aware of a gasp from Candy, a gasp that could only mean one thing. . .

Then the bed began moving in that motion we all know.

I broke the kiss, and looked down to see Henry fully involved in fucking her, his face sweating, his cock buried deep inside of her.

"Keep kissing me!" she pleaded, "and Henry, this is your last chance so use it, baby! Hammer my cunt like you used to!"

One of her hands was holding my head, the other tight on my penis, the kiss began again, going on, and on, the bed moving on and on in that rhythm, until her grasp of my neck tightened, and her grasp on my cock tightened, and I felt that familiar shudder that used to mean I had satisfied her. And I knew, for sure now, that Henry knew all about that shudder, too.

And a minute later, we both heard Henry's moan. Candy shuddered again as his cum filled her.

But our kiss continued, and the motions I felt made it clear Henry pulled away, and lay beside her.

She broke the kiss, and I responded to her pressure, and moved over her.

"Now you, Fred. Henry's done. I need you in me now. Henry," she continued, addressing him, "I'm going to be making love with my husband now, and we're going to be busy for a while. Quite a while."

"I understand," he said. "I guess I'd better go home."

His going didn't interfere with what Candy and I were doing. "I'm glad you know, now" she whispered, "Henry and I never even talked about what we did after you and I began dating, we wanted to keep it a secret forever. Now, you know."

"Now, I know," I repeated, while I fucked - no, made love, to her. For a long time into the night.

Later, she asked "Was that enough, Fred? It turns out other men aren't nearly as exciting to me as you. Not even Henry. You're the best lover anyone could want."

"So are you, honey," I confirmed, once again wet with her, wet with him, and knowing what it was like to have a wife who was 'willing' to experiment with me, in threesomes, swapping, or anything else, but who didn't 'need' to.

And I was satisfied, knowing that.

At least for now.