I want to see how another man moves her.
The point his fingers stir to play with her as they kiss. That first forbidden touch, somehow made far naughtier by my suggesting she be teased like this.
Of being in the room watching her.
Her sigh a different spice of sinful as he caresses over her knickers, presses against them, feverishly rubbing her as if at any point a mind might change and he would be ordered to stop.
His other hand unbuttoning her blouse, smoothing inside her bra, cupping a breast, kneading it, reaching to pinch her nipple. The ensuing wash of a sigh deepened deliciously.
His fingers bidding her skirt to rise a little more, her hands eager to lift it higher to accommodate, as mischievous teases adventured under the waistband of her underwear.
Miss is hot and wanton, wet and willing.
She is all those things against another man’s touch.
Her hand is rubbing over his jeans.
Her mind enthused and excited by absolute fuck-lust. As to whether she should be doing any of this, of wanting to unleash trapped under clothing and truly measure the man in her hand.
As he pushes her, she wants his reaction, to see how deeply he moans, of just how much she can exploit his desires in return.
And yet …
Electric Instances where she looks across the room towards me.
Her eyes a blushing mixture of sorry and thank-you and a million unexplained feelings.
I tease over the ridge in my suit trousers.
Giving away nothing.
Waiting for her to unzip him, so that I might unveil myself likewise.
Mirroring the way she touches him.
Her hand tight around his cock as she watches me tease mine.
I wait for him to strip you down, expect feelings of jealousy as his kisses smooth across your skin, but I’m alive with seeing you this nervous, this turned on - by both the attentions of a stranger and by seeing how horny this is making me.
My expression gives little away, but you love to watch me masturbate, captivated as I push my cock - sometimes with the tiniest teases, others faster, harder, just pulling back from the brink - I can tell my sin is doing more for you than his.
How wonderfully dirty.
As he glides inside you, your gasp is fucking divine.
He holds back nothing, smoothing in and out so his cock is coated in your sin, incrementally fucking you faster and faster.
I move towards you.
I want your attention.
The feel of your hand stroking me as I exist on the edge.
That you feel how tight my balls, reading my breathing as I purr-to-moan, on the cusp of cumming, yet wanting so much more of this.
The delicious edging of your hand, fingernails, your gorgeous eyes amplifying the desire to climax, yet ravenously increasing my hunger for more.
I don’t know which instinct will win out.
That’s what makes all of this so deviously enigmatic.
Watching as he starts to cum inside you, attentions transfixed on filling your cunt with every drop of his spunk.
You lick your lips, rub me faster, want me to glaze your hand, your face your breasts.
Sucking on each of your fingertips as I ache for your lips to smooth down my shaft, clean me, milk out every last solitary drop.
Scold the stranger and send him home.
Kisses to taste my cum in your mouth, upon your lips.
My cock still hard I push inside you, feel just how hot and wet you are around my shaft.
His cum still soaked within as I fuck you.
Sex is dirty, filthy, lustrous.
Kisses are ravenous.
Your skin pressed against mine.
Breathing is fevered.
Moaning is loud.
I fuck you with every inch of love and lust and passion I have for you.
I steal your orgasm as mine.
I cum inside you, amongst his seed,
I feel your whispered purr against my ear as the naughty Miss writhes around my cock.
Kissing over my shoulders around my neck.
Tingle tipped fingers smoothing over my back, my arms, my ribs my hips.
I’m hardening again inside you.
But my instinct is to pull out.
Tongue deep between your legs and devour every drop of the naughty mess we’ve made.
Your filthiest climax screaming out through each twist and taste and flick.
(Source: sharingwifes, via whipherslacker)