Rate by The Naughty Meter
Naughty level to be set later
Categories: Group Sex / Threesome, Anal Sex, The Audience / Voyeur, Virgins/Young women, Oral Sex, Masturbation
Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
*It appears this story is too long to fit in one go at a break for part 2 I think feels right*
It was early afternoon and it had been a quiet day. I had gotten a few things from the shops and done some things in the garden. Staff party tonight. Christ I can’t be arsed. All that brown nosing. Certain people that need talked to, I’ll have to stand with the boss and he won’t be listening to a word I say, he’ll just be leering over my wife, Jane. She copes well with it but I know she hates it. Were both in our late thirties now. There was a time in our 20s it would have been funny. We would have laughed about it. But now…. He’s a lecherous old man in his mid-fifties and it’s just sad and very annoying.
I pop down to see Jane chatting with Sally, the young wife of the couple next door. Now Sally is a very young thing at 20, just got married last year. Very naïve but very pretty. Gorgeous long straight dark red hair, and a pale yet alluring body. She’s slim and a tad top heavy for her build, which she shows and I swear she doesn’t realise she’s flaunting it. Jane always catches me having a quick look and rolls her eyes at me. I boil the kettle and stand there while waiting.
“Steve!” says Jane, “Sally was just saying that she’s got the most beautiful dress and Michael has gone and gotten stuck in London on business. And they were going to go out tonight as well...”
“Yeah” Sally says mockingly sad.
“We’ll that’s a shame.”
They look at me for a moment.
“Try on your dress Sally and show Steve!”
Sally grabs her bag and runs off to the living room.
I look at Jane. My mouth is ajar. Before I can say anything she stops me by raising her hand.
“You’re going to love this…”
Within minutes Sally has returned wearing her dress. It’s a royal blue silky chiffon dress with a deep plunge at her chest that practically had her breasts spilling out of it. The silky material is crinkled and seems to stretch like a sculpture over her body. And its short, sweet Jesus is it short. It barely covers her ass cheeks. She twirls round showing it off.
“Do you like it?” she asks.
The kettle reaches its boiling climax (and it’s not the only one). How I so wish we had an old whistling kettle for Carry On moments like this. I nod my head. Jane looks at me winking with the biggest smirk on her face.
“I soooo wanted to go out tonight.”
“Well perhaps you can,” says Jane.
“Oh?” says Sally.
“Steve has to go to a work function, but to be honest I’m kinda not up for it.”
I look at Jane for a moment.
“Steve’s boss always has his eye on me. Or rather he has his eyes on my tits.” There’s a giggle from Sally. “All night. Me not being there you’ll be doing me a favour taking my place. Say I have a headache, or if he doesn’t realise it’s not me, say that I’ve had my boobs done,” she laughs.
“I’m not sure that would be a good idea,” I protest.
“Awww Steve please…?” she says looking at me with those puppy dog eyes. “I soooo wanted to go out tonight. I wanted to dance in my new dress…”
I look at Jane for moral support. There’s none coming.
“Oh Steve don’t be such a killjoy,” says Janet.
Sally claps her hands, her face lighting up. “Dancing!”
“Steve will pick you up at 7. Can you be ready for then?”
“I’ll have a shower and put on my face, I’ll be ready!”
Sally leaves quickly, because there’s not much time. I look at Janet.
“Now before you say a word, he won’t even realise.” She says. “All he does all night is stare at my tits.” She must see my mouth is ajar. “Oh don’t be like that. She’s a lovely girl. Just give her a dance and a few drinks and she’ll be grand.”
We argue for a few minutes, but it’s pointless. Janet’s mind is made up. I go to the shower in a foul mood. I shave, put on my suit and get ready.
When I leave Sally is waiting down by the car. The dress is on, and her face is made up. Her face is pale with bright red lip stick, and a slight hue of blusher to her cheeks. I can’t help but stare at her, taking in her beautiful body, those beautiful bursting out breasts and her sweet little ass cheeks. We get in and I look at her long legs as she steps into the car. I’m starting to feel extremely uncomfortable as she sorts her dresses cleavage, her breasts wobbling. God she’s such a cock tease, and she doesn’t know it, I swear.
We pull up to the party. It’s held in the shipping company’s office and they have changed the conference room into a dance floor with a DJ in the corner. Everything is well underway. It’s a good turnout, fairly well packed. My boss, Peter, sees me immediately and waves, beckoning me over. Peter is in his mid-fifties, grey hair but bald on top now. He’s slightly overweight and a little short at 5’ 6.
“Steve… Steve… it’s good of you to make it.” His cheeks are flushed, looks like the old man has had a few a drinks already. He looks at Sally. “I swear your wife gets younger every year, I always forget your name…” and pecks her on the cheek, ogling her breasts.
Sally leans closer, the music is loud. “Sally. And I had my boobs done last year. Steve’s present.”
He nods his head staring at Sally’s breasts. “They look so real!”
The Champagne is passed around and within an hour Sally’s cheeks are a little more noticeably flushed. She pulls me to the dance floor and we dance. At first it’s innocent but slowly over the length of two tracks it becomes a bit more than that. She’s sliding up and down my front, wiggling her ass cheeks on my crotch and I can feel my cock beginning to stir. The tracks end comes to my rescue. The DJ calls someone up from the crowd and they begin making a few announcements. We leave the dance floor and my boss beckons me over again. More champagne ensues. As I’m driving I can’t drink, but that doesn’t stop Sally. Although she’s playing the part of being my wife she really doesn’t need to play the part so well. She’s holding my arm and stroking my cheeks while were chatting. With one hand in my trouser pocket, I have to hold my semi erect cock to the side. The party moves on. The night is filled with champagne and dancing. She’s a little drunk now and even pulls up the old man up to dance. Wiggling her ass into front of him and slowly moving up and down his leg with her thighs. That fucking dress keeps riding higher and higher. How on earth can it keep moving up and yet not fully expose her bum? Pete’s face is almost bright red and sweating. The party begins to thin out.
When they return I make my excuses and go to the toilet, and when I come back they are nowhere to be seen. I check the dance floor. Nothing. I check the buffet. Nothing. I ask around. Someone says they went up to the offices. I take the lift up a floor and check the old man’s office. I see them and step in. They don’t look up, I don’t know if they realise I’m here. She’s sitting on his right knee on a couch that’s opposite the door, looking at some photo albums. He’s leering down her dress at her breasts, his face sweaty and red whilst she leafs through some pages. His left hand is across her waist and is lightly running up and down her right thigh while his right hand is on her right shoulder, placed delicately on the strap of her dress. His thumb keeps rubbing back and forth over it. It slowly but surely moves towards her shoulder edge inch by as he gently pushes it towards the top of her arm. It takes another minute and the strap slowly and delicately slips off her shoulder and hangs there helplessly. She doesn’t say anything but looks at him, smiling, and then returns her attention to the photo album and leafs through another few more pages. His right hand snakes back and forth over her shoulder blades and rests at the top of her arm, rubbing slightly as if to soothe her. She turns her head coyly. He whispers something to her and she giggles. His left hand is still lightly stroking her right thigh. Peter’s right hand drifts across to her left shoulder and reaches the left strap to her silky dress. Once again, his slow but gentle motions with his sweaty fingers ease it to the apex of her arm. His eyes are fixed on her breasts. She’s shaking a little. Gently, almost innocently the other strap is slid off. Her breasts bounce precariously as they nearly spill out. She bites her bottom lip ever so slightly whilst Peter’s face visibly groans. Christ, my cock is getting hard watching this. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The old man lifts his head up and sees me.
“Looks like Steve has made it. I told you he would,” says Peter. Sally gives a playful wave, smiling. “She needed a rest. I suggested we came up here, didn’t we my dear?” he says winking at me. Sally nods. I sit down on the single seat that faces the couch at a 45 degree angle slowly, saying nothing. Seeing this they both look at each other. “What a pretty girl you are.” He whispers something in her ear. “Your skin is so smooth and soft…” She giggles and he begins slowly and lightly kissing her neck. She sighs a little with a small giggle. With confidence now, his left hand moves up to her left breast and slowly but lightly runs his hands over them. His kisses move up to her ear and he whispers again. “They feel so real,” he says. “I think we should check and see.”
Her nipples are pointing out of the silky dress. Fuck they’re hard. Again she giggles and his left hand begins to more fully feel her left breast, occasionally circling her hard nipples with his fingers. She sighs and he returns to kissing the nape of her neck. His sweaty hand slides up the silky material and my heart almost stops as fingers begin to pull down the left cup of her dress slowly. It seems an age watching it slip down over her left breast. She’s teased me for so long, coming over for tea in short cropped tops and skimpy shorts, and I can’t help but look and stare. Reaching that point of no return, that critical mass, it slides over her nipple. Sally gasps as it practically pops out bouncing slightly as it does. Her breast is pale with small dark areolas that are mouth wateringly hard. It’s so wrong. I’m sure Jane didn’t mean for this to happen, and I feel guilty about watching and not saying anything.
Breathing heavy Sally watches Peter’s as his kisses move boldly down her neck to her left breast. Her left hand moves up and holds his head whilst he sucks her beautiful nipple. Eyes closed slightly, her head tilts back as she gently bites her bottom lip as she moans softly. His sweaty face looks up at her, it’s beetroot, almost beaming. She looks at him her cheeks flushed.
“God they feel so real. So soft… They’re perfect.” His voice shakes with anticipation. “Gorgeous little buds you’ve got… Sexy girl…”
I can see his sweaty hand ruining up and down her thigh moving ever higher and higher. She’s moaning softly now as his hand runs up to and disappears under the dress and his hungry mouth returns to her breast, sucking with more intensity. He sucks hard and pulls his lips away pulling out the nipple. He holds it there nibbling it lightly with his teeth. Sally moans loudly. He returns to her breast slightly more roughly. His right hand is now pulling the cup down on her right side. His sweaty thumb slips in and all three of us watch with fascination as the material stretches over her breast. Her areola comes into view; the silky material stretches over her nipple pulling it down. Still pulling slowly the nipple all of a sudden pops up and her right breast suddenly springs into view. It bounces happily, almost eager.
“Ohhhhh…” she breathes deeply. His right hand begins molesting it, tweaking the nipples and rolling them between his sweaty fingers while he sucks the other more roughly.
He eases her legs apart and moves his left hand up further and further, her feet resting nicely on the small table in front of the couch as she opens up for him. She’s got matching blue satin panties on. He flashes me a look gauging my reaction. The atmosphere is so sexually charged I dare don’t say anything. He grins and moves back to kissing her breasts. I see him manoeuvre her blue satin panties to the side and he slips a sweaty finger in. I can swear I see him shaking as he starts to rub her pussy. Sally meanwhile has her head slightly to the side moaning softly. He lifts his head up from watching his hands touch her nipples and again kisses her neck. I can see him alternate his attention to her pussy. He keeps rubbing her clit and then slips a finger in her for a few seconds and then returns to her clit. He alternates this for what seems ages. She’s moaning more and more loudly with every passing moment. Sally’s face is flushed. Kissing her neck and tweaking those fucking gorgeous tits.
Peter lifts her up a little. He slides her panties over her thighs without protest, and they fall to the floor. She lays back slightly relaxing on to him, and his finger returns to her pussy as she spreads her legs. Within a few more minutes her moans have become whimpers and soft cries. They get more intense as her hips begin to move in time with his fingers moving up and down, and side to side.
“Are you going to be a good little girl and come for us?” he asks. His face is bright red. The sweat is dripping off him. Nothing but moans gentle cries are Sally’s reply. “Are you going to suck my fat cock and let me fuck you from behind? That beautiful ass of yours has been driving me crazy all night.” More urgently, Sally’s gentle cries are elevated. “God, your tits are so fucking gorgeous I want to pump my cum all over them.”
Sally’s legs are shaking. Her cries become louder and more and more intense . Her whole body is shaking. I think my cock is going to burst watching the two of them, I don’t even touch myself for fear of breaking the moment.
“Oh that’s it,” says Peter watching her face and grinning. “You cum for old Peter. I’m going to watch you as you come.”
Her whole body then starts lurching forward in spasms. She’s about to come and cries out, whimpering in between her cries. Her head is rolling back. She starts jerking wildly.
“Beautiful… You’re so wet… you look and feel beautiful…”
Her cries are very loud. Shaking as she is, it’s a sight to behold. Her tits are shaking. Her eyes are closed tightly such is the intensity of her orgasm. Head leant back and her legs open for full view I can see how wet he’s gotten her. There’s tears running down her cheeks. Her whole body is writhing as she comes. With every jerk there’s an intense cry. It seems to go on and on.
His attention to her clit slows as she comes down. Still moaning softly with occasional cries her back seems to melt into his chest. His sweaty fingers, covered in her juices move up to her tits and gives them a run over with his hands. He continues this for a few moments using her juices on her nipples while he rolls them around between them.
“Now, come and suck old Peter’s fat cock, my dear.”
Eventually she gets up, dazed slightly, and light headed. I'm sure it's from her powerful orgasm, but the drink can't be ruled out. Still sat in the seat he helps her turn round gently guiding her down to his crotch. His cock is practically popping out the top of his trousers. She kneels down in front of him and slowly undoes his belt, the top button and slides the zipper down. He eases down his trousers and boxers. His cock is as hard as hell and with Sally's powerful orgasm, the head is all wet. His cock isn't big, but its girth is impressive. She runs her hand up and down his shaft, using his own pre come as a lubricant and lowers her mouth watching his face as she runs her tongue over it.
"Now you put that sweet ruby lipped mouth of yours over my fat cock and give it a good suck."
She responds. Her mouth glides over the large head, slowly sliding her red lips over it, sinking down little by little as she bobs up and down. All the while she watches his face and his expressions.
"Ohh...That's a good girl, you take it all in..."
I can't believe I'm watching my boss get blown by my next door neighbour. I can't stand it any longer, and undo my belt and unbutton my trousers and release my aching cock. I stroke it lightly. It’s so hard. Peter looks across at me grinning. He returns his gaze to Sally's slow cock sucking. She lathers up his cock with her saliva, occasionally running her hand up and down it whilst she sucks the head, then returns and engulfs his cock, causing him to groan. This goes on for a few minutes his groans building, until he stops her. Confused she looks at him.
“The old man can’t get going again so fast. I’m no teenager now…” he guides her up and they kiss hard and hungry. “Besides, I said I want to fuck you from behind and see my fat cock sliding into your wet pussy and that fucking gorgeous rear rippling as I fuck you hard and deep.” She gives a devious little smile as his language turns coarse. “And if you’re good to old Peter I might even spank your fucking sweet ass like the naughty girl you are while I fuck and pound your young pussy. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” says Sally totally without shame.
To be continued...