Ch. 15: Listening in, and a tasty treat
My heart was pounding as we returned to the warm lounge-room; the couch was empty, and there was no sign of Kylie or Matt. With a final warm, powerful rush, the reality that my wife was up in the spare bedroom with a lover crashed over me. I was panting slightly, and I realised that I was poised with my head cocked, trying to discern any noise from up the hallway over the soft music still piping from the TV. A flutter tingled through my groin, and my pulse quickened.
Michelle smiled softly as she took note of my posture. She switched off the table lamp, and the room was plunged into almost total darkness, lit only by the glare of the TV screen. Michelle then sank onto the couch and snaked out her long legs. She gestured to me and patted the cushion next to her. I sat shakily beside her, my cock now swelling tightly inside of my tube.
"Getting a lot hotter now, sweetie?" she asked me quietly.
"Yes," I hissed sotto voice. "Jesus, she's up there with him, isn't she?" Michelle seemed to understand my need to ask the redundant question; she nodded and gave me a soft grin.
"Yeah - she's up in the spare room with another man. We might even hear her soon."
I gasped softly again, and my cock once again sent its impatient message through my loins. Michelle leaned back on the couch and crossed her long legs. Her skirt rode up, revealing her smooth, tanned thighs. Once more her right foot began sensuously working its way in and out of her high-heel.
"Kylie told me that you love my legs," Michelle announced softly. "And that you love my feet, too. Is that true, little one?"
I slight jolt passed through me. Kylie had told Michelle the unabridged version of her wicked little scenario.
"Yes," I said in almost a whisper.
"She also told me that while she's busy you'd love to massage my feet for me - and even lick them."
My heart and my cock both quivered. Bereft of speech, I simply nodded.
Michelle smiled, and she slipped off both her shoes. "Then why don't you kneel down and massage them for me, sweetie. I doubt that Kylie and Matt will be disturbing us anytime soon."
Almost on cue a brief feminine moan of pleasure wafted faintly from the hallway. My cock spasmed as the full realisation that it was Kylie's voice tore through me.
Michelle turned her face towards me and smiled gently. "See? I think my little sister and her new friend will be busy for a little bit. They won't hear us at all if we're quiet. So why don't you start massaging my feet, sweetie."
Trembling I sank to my knees and sat cross-legged, and took her right foot in my hand. Another soft female moan drifted faintly from the hallway, and I feverishly wondered if Kylie was at that moment arching her back as Matt's cock joyfully explored my wife's warm, creamy pussy. My hands shook as I massaged Michelle's slender foot. Like Kylie, she had long slim sexy toes, and her toenails were neatly painted bright red. My cock spasmed again as I glanced down at them.
Another series of Kylie's muffled moans floated from the other end of the apartment, and Michelle looked down into my face.
"Mmm..." she said in a soft, sultry voice, "Sounds like my little sister is letting him give it to her. Is that making you all nice and hard inside your toy, little one?"
"Jesus, yes!" I practically whimpered. Sexual tension hung like a vapor in the dimly lit room.
A faint muffled tapping noise suddenly started - and with a hot masochistic rush I realised that it was the bed-head in the spare room knocking against the wall. Kylie punctuated the carnal sound with another series of moans - louder this time.
"Oh dear," Michelle playfully intoned. "I forgot how that bed bangs against the wall. I should have fixed that, hmm, little one?" Michelle giggled, and lifted her left leg and rested her foot on the coffee table to my right. This caused her mini-skirt to pull tight, forming a taut roof over her crotch. My gaze was drawn up the length of her smooth, long legs to the apex of her thighs - and I nearly gasped in shock. In the dim glare of the TV, Michelle's neatly trimmed pussy was just visible under her skirt. Michelle saw my transfixed stare, and she giggled softly.
"Yeah - I'm not wearing panties anymore," she murmured, "I took them off and popped them into my handbag when I went to the restroom at the service station. Naughty of me, huh?" Michelle wriggled her toes and sent me a soft, sexy grin. "Lick my toes now, sweetie. I want to feel your tongue sliding between them."
I shakily lifted her foot to my lips, and I hungrily drew her big toe into my mouth, sucking it as my tongue slithered over its underside. Michelle arched her back slightly, and emitted a soft sigh of pleasure. She slid slightly lower on the couch and twisted her left leg further outwards, pulling her short skirt even higher. Her pussy now became clearly visible in the soft glow of the TV screen. Her right hand drifted downwards and rested briefly on her thigh. It was soon heading northwards - under her skirt. My cock ached inside the tight metal cylinder as she spread her legs further. A soft warm sensation danced up my groin.
Kylie's muffled passion laden voice drifted forth once more. This time I could just make out words: "Yeah, fuck me... Fuck me! Unghh! Unghhhh! " The staccato tapping of the distant bed-head increased in volume and tempo. My balls contracted tightly against the steel ring that entrapped them.
Michelle lowered her eyelids, and her fingers slid upwards to the apex of her thighs. My tongue was now eagerly sliding between each of her slender toes, and I sucked and slurped them with a frenzy born from pure lust. I could feel my cock straining impatiently in the tight tube as the tip of Michelle's index finger slid briefly between her pussy lips. Her finger then moved upwards and she gave a soft, gentle moan. I knew she had found her clitoris.
"Mmm, keep licking my toes, little one," she murmured. "That feels so good! Lick underneath each one... That's it! Ahh... That's making me so hot..."
In the background Kylie uttered several more muffled exhortations to her lover as Michelle rapidly tweaked and stroked her clit. My eyes were glued to her ministrations - her circling fingertip was almost hypnotic, quickly swirling in a steady rhythm, almost keeping time with the soft, urgent knocking of the bed-head against the wall. My imprisoned cock again throbbed urgently, and I felt a trickle of pre-cum dribble from its tip.
I slid three of Michelle's toes into my mouth and sucked them, and they wriggled in delight. She tilted her head back and sighed quietly as my tongue slid wetly back between her first and second toes.
"Fuck, yeah!" Michelle panted huskily. "Keep doing that! Keep sliding your tongue in there - in and out, just like that! It feels so good! Your tongue is so warm... Mmm..." The TV suddenly flared, and in the bright light I could clearly see her fingertip rapidly tweaking her engorged button. Her legs began to tremble.
The carnal tap of the bed head again increased in tempo. A sharp vision of Kylie's stocking-clad legs clasped around Matt's hips flashed before me. My thighs suddenly felt hot, and my lower stomach tightened. A hint of climax tingled in my loins.
Michelle foot was twitching as I held it to my lips. "Keep going, sweetie!" she panted urgently. "Keep sliding your tongue in and out. Fuck, that feels so good!" Her finger swirled over her clit even faster, and her body shuddered softly in response.
Kylie's distant ethereal voice suddenly rose in pitch. Her words were clearly audible through the walls: "Oh, yeah... Do it... Do it! Give it to me! Jesus! I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum! Oohhhhhh! KEEP FUCKING ME! PLEASE! NOW! NOW! YESSSSSSSS! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMINNNNNG!"
"And Christ, so am I!" Michelle rasped.
Her long legs shuddered, and she closed her eyes, arched her back, and her toes curled in my mouth as orgasm rippled through my sister-in-law. She choked back several long, soft moans; her eyes clenched shut, and her sensual mouth hung agape. The TV glared brightly once more, and her pussy seemed to quiver and pulse as a glistening rivulet of her cream trickled slowly out of her spasming pussy and slithered sensuously down the crack of her ass. She held her rigid pose for several seconds before slumping back into the couch with a final satisfied grunt.
All the while, my wife's cries of ardor had wafted from the distant bedroom. I could just hear husky male grunts adding to Kylie's cries of ecstasy, and I realised that Matt's cock was probably throbbing triumphantly as his own orgasm sent his thick cream deep into my wife's pussy. The heat in my loins went white hot.
I knew that Kylie would have made him wear a rubber, but at that moment the thought of his raw unprotected cock exploding deep in my wife's hungry pussy sent ripples of deviant pleasure through me. A sudden waft of Michelle's musky scent assailed me.
It was suddenly all too much for me - I stifled a thin wail, and for only the second time in my life I spontaneously ejaculated. I choked back several groans as a gentle, almost disassociated orgasm pulsed sympathetically through me. My cock throbbed almost painfully inside of the tight metal as I felt my semen splatter wetly inside of the domed end of the tube. I sucked on Michelle's big toe like a baby sucking at a teat.
Michelle half opened her eyes to glance down at me, perhaps guessing what had just happened, either by my stifled moans, or by the way my hands shook as they grasped her slender, trembling foot. The urgent cries of passion from the spare bedroom dwindled, and finally ceased altogether. I was breathing heavily through my nose, still watching Michelle's finger gently circling her swollen clit as my tongue caressed her big toe.
"Mmmm, that was yummy, sweetie," she murmured placidly, withdrawing her hand from under her skirt. "I've always loved having my toes sucked. Kylie must've given you a lot of practice - 'cause you're a very good little toe-sucker!"
I let her big toe slip from my lips as Michelle slowly retracted her foot from my grasp. She slowly sat up on the couch and closed her legs, and in the dim light I saw her glance pointedly down at my crotch and smile softly.
"Did you cream your jeans, sweetie?" she asked me quietly.
I hung my head. "Yes."
Michelle's smiled deepened. "Mmm! You must be a very, very horny boy! You'd better go get that cleaned up, sweetie. Don't worry - the other two won't be coming out for a while yet. Trust me."
I reach down to feel a small warm damp patch where the drainage hole in the tip of my tube had been pressing against the crotch of my jeans. Almost in a daze I clumsily arose to my feet, and headed for the bathroom. I glanced back to see Michelle's long, sexy legs still splayed out in front of her on the couch. In the bathroom I dried my soaked briefs and jeans as best I could, and I was hopeful that in the dim light of the lounge-room that the damp evidence of my lapse wouldn't be noticed.
When I returned to the lounge-room, Michelle immediately arose and made her own trip to the bathroom. As I sat in the dark room, I wondered what was occurring in the spare room. Was my wife playfully kissing her lover, perhaps gently stroking his cock as the pair engaged in soft post-coital conversation? The surreal nature of the evening had begun to assert itself again. Was this really happening? Did I just listen to Matt fucking my wife 30 feet away? Did I just suck my sister-in-laws toes as she masturbated to the sound of their coupling?
When Michelle returned from the bathroom she turned the small table lamp back on and smiled softly as she sat down beside me. She looked as composed as ever, although she still had a satisfied flush to her face. She picked up the remote control for the TV and raised the volume slightly.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"I loved it," I replied truthfully, almost in a trance. "All of it. It's the hottest, most erotic thing I have ever experienced. Hearing Kylie, knowing she's up there fucking him. Watching you - everything. I'm tingling all over." And I was tingling.
"I enjoyed it too," Michelle said softly. "I'm not usually into sex as a spectator sport, but to listen to my horny little sister getting nailed as her hubby sucked and licked my toes was too good an opportunity to pass up! Your wicked little wife had it all worked out."
"So you and Kylie had it all planned, huh?" I asked. Again the bizarre surrealism of what had just occurred flashed through me.
"Well, we'd talked about it a little, so yeah - you could say that. I'm not usually an exhibitionist, and I've never done that in front of anyone before, but when Kylie told me about it - well, I thought it sounded hot. And it was." Michelle lit herself a cigarette. "Tell me something - just exactly how long is your cock now after wearing those nasty little tubes?"
I blushed. "The last time Kylie measured me I was just less than four inches. She measures me again next Saturday night - and it might be a little bit smaller again."
Michelle raised her eyebrows. "Under four inches erect?"
I nodded slowly.
"Whoa!" she exhaled. "That is a little one! I've never seen one that small. You think Kylie would let you show it to me?"
My eyebrows arched in embarrassed surprise, and I swallowed. A ripple of masochistic pleasure surged through me as I imagined Michelle grinning as she peered at my shrunken shaft. "Maybe you should ask her."
Michelle simply smiled softly.
Michelle smiled softly as she took note of my posture. She switched off the table lamp, and the room was plunged into almost total darkness, lit only by the glare of the TV screen. Michelle then sank onto the couch and snaked out her long legs. She gestured to me and patted the cushion next to her. I sat shakily beside her, my cock now swelling tightly inside of my tube.
"Getting a lot hotter now, sweetie?" she asked me quietly.
"Yes," I hissed sotto voice. "Jesus, she's up there with him, isn't she?" Michelle seemed to understand my need to ask the redundant question; she nodded and gave me a soft grin.
"Yeah - she's up in the spare room with another man. We might even hear her soon."
I gasped softly again, and my cock once again sent its impatient message through my loins. Michelle leaned back on the couch and crossed her long legs. Her skirt rode up, revealing her smooth, tanned thighs. Once more her right foot began sensuously working its way in and out of her high-heel.
"Kylie told me that you love my legs," Michelle announced softly. "And that you love my feet, too. Is that true, little one?"
I slight jolt passed through me. Kylie had told Michelle the unabridged version of her wicked little scenario.
"Yes," I said in almost a whisper.
"She also told me that while she's busy you'd love to massage my feet for me - and even lick them."
My heart and my cock both quivered. Bereft of speech, I simply nodded.
Michelle smiled, and she slipped off both her shoes. "Then why don't you kneel down and massage them for me, sweetie. I doubt that Kylie and Matt will be disturbing us anytime soon."
Almost on cue a brief feminine moan of pleasure wafted faintly from the hallway. My cock spasmed as the full realisation that it was Kylie's voice tore through me.
Michelle turned her face towards me and smiled gently. "See? I think my little sister and her new friend will be busy for a little bit. They won't hear us at all if we're quiet. So why don't you start massaging my feet, sweetie."
Trembling I sank to my knees and sat cross-legged, and took her right foot in my hand. Another soft female moan drifted faintly from the hallway, and I feverishly wondered if Kylie was at that moment arching her back as Matt's cock joyfully explored my wife's warm, creamy pussy. My hands shook as I massaged Michelle's slender foot. Like Kylie, she had long slim sexy toes, and her toenails were neatly painted bright red. My cock spasmed again as I glanced down at them.
Another series of Kylie's muffled moans floated from the other end of the apartment, and Michelle looked down into my face.
"Mmm..." she said in a soft, sultry voice, "Sounds like my little sister is letting him give it to her. Is that making you all nice and hard inside your toy, little one?"
"Jesus, yes!" I practically whimpered. Sexual tension hung like a vapor in the dimly lit room.
A faint muffled tapping noise suddenly started - and with a hot masochistic rush I realised that it was the bed-head in the spare room knocking against the wall. Kylie punctuated the carnal sound with another series of moans - louder this time.
"Oh dear," Michelle playfully intoned. "I forgot how that bed bangs against the wall. I should have fixed that, hmm, little one?" Michelle giggled, and lifted her left leg and rested her foot on the coffee table to my right. This caused her mini-skirt to pull tight, forming a taut roof over her crotch. My gaze was drawn up the length of her smooth, long legs to the apex of her thighs - and I nearly gasped in shock. In the dim glare of the TV, Michelle's neatly trimmed pussy was just visible under her skirt. Michelle saw my transfixed stare, and she giggled softly.
"Yeah - I'm not wearing panties anymore," she murmured, "I took them off and popped them into my handbag when I went to the restroom at the service station. Naughty of me, huh?" Michelle wriggled her toes and sent me a soft, sexy grin. "Lick my toes now, sweetie. I want to feel your tongue sliding between them."
I shakily lifted her foot to my lips, and I hungrily drew her big toe into my mouth, sucking it as my tongue slithered over its underside. Michelle arched her back slightly, and emitted a soft sigh of pleasure. She slid slightly lower on the couch and twisted her left leg further outwards, pulling her short skirt even higher. Her pussy now became clearly visible in the soft glow of the TV screen. Her right hand drifted downwards and rested briefly on her thigh. It was soon heading northwards - under her skirt. My cock ached inside the tight metal cylinder as she spread her legs further. A soft warm sensation danced up my groin.
Kylie's muffled passion laden voice drifted forth once more. This time I could just make out words: "Yeah, fuck me... Fuck me! Unghh! Unghhhh! " The staccato tapping of the distant bed-head increased in volume and tempo. My balls contracted tightly against the steel ring that entrapped them.
Michelle lowered her eyelids, and her fingers slid upwards to the apex of her thighs. My tongue was now eagerly sliding between each of her slender toes, and I sucked and slurped them with a frenzy born from pure lust. I could feel my cock straining impatiently in the tight tube as the tip of Michelle's index finger slid briefly between her pussy lips. Her finger then moved upwards and she gave a soft, gentle moan. I knew she had found her clitoris.
"Mmm, keep licking my toes, little one," she murmured. "That feels so good! Lick underneath each one... That's it! Ahh... That's making me so hot..."
In the background Kylie uttered several more muffled exhortations to her lover as Michelle rapidly tweaked and stroked her clit. My eyes were glued to her ministrations - her circling fingertip was almost hypnotic, quickly swirling in a steady rhythm, almost keeping time with the soft, urgent knocking of the bed-head against the wall. My imprisoned cock again throbbed urgently, and I felt a trickle of pre-cum dribble from its tip.
I slid three of Michelle's toes into my mouth and sucked them, and they wriggled in delight. She tilted her head back and sighed quietly as my tongue slid wetly back between her first and second toes.
"Fuck, yeah!" Michelle panted huskily. "Keep doing that! Keep sliding your tongue in there - in and out, just like that! It feels so good! Your tongue is so warm... Mmm..." The TV suddenly flared, and in the bright light I could clearly see her fingertip rapidly tweaking her engorged button. Her legs began to tremble.
The carnal tap of the bed head again increased in tempo. A sharp vision of Kylie's stocking-clad legs clasped around Matt's hips flashed before me. My thighs suddenly felt hot, and my lower stomach tightened. A hint of climax tingled in my loins.
Michelle foot was twitching as I held it to my lips. "Keep going, sweetie!" she panted urgently. "Keep sliding your tongue in and out. Fuck, that feels so good!" Her finger swirled over her clit even faster, and her body shuddered softly in response.
Kylie's distant ethereal voice suddenly rose in pitch. Her words were clearly audible through the walls: "Oh, yeah... Do it... Do it! Give it to me! Jesus! I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum! Oohhhhhh! KEEP FUCKING ME! PLEASE! NOW! NOW! YESSSSSSSS! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! I'M CUMINNNNNG!"
"And Christ, so am I!" Michelle rasped.
Her long legs shuddered, and she closed her eyes, arched her back, and her toes curled in my mouth as orgasm rippled through my sister-in-law. She choked back several long, soft moans; her eyes clenched shut, and her sensual mouth hung agape. The TV glared brightly once more, and her pussy seemed to quiver and pulse as a glistening rivulet of her cream trickled slowly out of her spasming pussy and slithered sensuously down the crack of her ass. She held her rigid pose for several seconds before slumping back into the couch with a final satisfied grunt.
All the while, my wife's cries of ardor had wafted from the distant bedroom. I could just hear husky male grunts adding to Kylie's cries of ecstasy, and I realised that Matt's cock was probably throbbing triumphantly as his own orgasm sent his thick cream deep into my wife's pussy. The heat in my loins went white hot.
I knew that Kylie would have made him wear a rubber, but at that moment the thought of his raw unprotected cock exploding deep in my wife's hungry pussy sent ripples of deviant pleasure through me. A sudden waft of Michelle's musky scent assailed me.
It was suddenly all too much for me - I stifled a thin wail, and for only the second time in my life I spontaneously ejaculated. I choked back several groans as a gentle, almost disassociated orgasm pulsed sympathetically through me. My cock throbbed almost painfully inside of the tight metal as I felt my semen splatter wetly inside of the domed end of the tube. I sucked on Michelle's big toe like a baby sucking at a teat.
Michelle half opened her eyes to glance down at me, perhaps guessing what had just happened, either by my stifled moans, or by the way my hands shook as they grasped her slender, trembling foot. The urgent cries of passion from the spare bedroom dwindled, and finally ceased altogether. I was breathing heavily through my nose, still watching Michelle's finger gently circling her swollen clit as my tongue caressed her big toe.
"Mmmm, that was yummy, sweetie," she murmured placidly, withdrawing her hand from under her skirt. "I've always loved having my toes sucked. Kylie must've given you a lot of practice - 'cause you're a very good little toe-sucker!"
I let her big toe slip from my lips as Michelle slowly retracted her foot from my grasp. She slowly sat up on the couch and closed her legs, and in the dim light I saw her glance pointedly down at my crotch and smile softly.
"Did you cream your jeans, sweetie?" she asked me quietly.
I hung my head. "Yes."
Michelle's smiled deepened. "Mmm! You must be a very, very horny boy! You'd better go get that cleaned up, sweetie. Don't worry - the other two won't be coming out for a while yet. Trust me."
I reach down to feel a small warm damp patch where the drainage hole in the tip of my tube had been pressing against the crotch of my jeans. Almost in a daze I clumsily arose to my feet, and headed for the bathroom. I glanced back to see Michelle's long, sexy legs still splayed out in front of her on the couch. In the bathroom I dried my soaked briefs and jeans as best I could, and I was hopeful that in the dim light of the lounge-room that the damp evidence of my lapse wouldn't be noticed.
When I returned to the lounge-room, Michelle immediately arose and made her own trip to the bathroom. As I sat in the dark room, I wondered what was occurring in the spare room. Was my wife playfully kissing her lover, perhaps gently stroking his cock as the pair engaged in soft post-coital conversation? The surreal nature of the evening had begun to assert itself again. Was this really happening? Did I just listen to Matt fucking my wife 30 feet away? Did I just suck my sister-in-laws toes as she masturbated to the sound of their coupling?
When Michelle returned from the bathroom she turned the small table lamp back on and smiled softly as she sat down beside me. She looked as composed as ever, although she still had a satisfied flush to her face. She picked up the remote control for the TV and raised the volume slightly.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" she asked in a quiet voice.
"I loved it," I replied truthfully, almost in a trance. "All of it. It's the hottest, most erotic thing I have ever experienced. Hearing Kylie, knowing she's up there fucking him. Watching you - everything. I'm tingling all over." And I was tingling.
"I enjoyed it too," Michelle said softly. "I'm not usually into sex as a spectator sport, but to listen to my horny little sister getting nailed as her hubby sucked and licked my toes was too good an opportunity to pass up! Your wicked little wife had it all worked out."
"So you and Kylie had it all planned, huh?" I asked. Again the bizarre surrealism of what had just occurred flashed through me.
"Well, we'd talked about it a little, so yeah - you could say that. I'm not usually an exhibitionist, and I've never done that in front of anyone before, but when Kylie told me about it - well, I thought it sounded hot. And it was." Michelle lit herself a cigarette. "Tell me something - just exactly how long is your cock now after wearing those nasty little tubes?"
I blushed. "The last time Kylie measured me I was just less than four inches. She measures me again next Saturday night - and it might be a little bit smaller again."
Michelle raised her eyebrows. "Under four inches erect?"
I nodded slowly.
"Whoa!" she exhaled. "That is a little one! I've never seen one that small. You think Kylie would let you show it to me?"
My eyebrows arched in embarrassed surprise, and I swallowed. A ripple of masochistic pleasure surged through me as I imagined Michelle grinning as she peered at my shrunken shaft. "Maybe you should ask her."
Michelle simply smiled softly.
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