Not sure but my internet here has been flakey all day.
So if I was worried about how the evening would start, that question was answered when Sue came back into the living room in what's now I guess her default lounge-wear - she came down with just one of my button-up shirts on and when I looked at her she smiled and giggled and said "what's wrong with wearing this for both my men?" and she gave me a peck on the cheek and when she sat down next to Paul she turned and the shirt opened and pulled up revealing not just her breasts but her pussy as they kissed openly in front of me. "He doesn't mind, do you Steve?" and she turned to pull him into another kiss.
they all but started on the couch right in front of me. while they kissed he had no problem and she had no resistance to spreading her legs apart and maybe he did or maybe he didn't notice, but I could see clearly where my dress-shirt had pulled up and I could see where his fingers were gently probing and playing with her pussy. He'd pull at her vagina just a bit to open it up and I could see how wet she was inside for him.
I can't remember every detail - again I found myself staring and daydreaming at times at just how comfortable he was with playing with all of Sue! But all of a sudden they were standing up, her shirt was unbuttoned and he had his arms around her back underneath the shirt as he held and kissed her. When their kiss broke neither of them even looked at me, they just scurried up to the bedroom.
Yes, it was largely a repeat of prior weeks - but the difference was that I think they both were moving a bit more slowly knowing they had no clock to be concerned with. I won't say agonizingly slow but certainly not the frantic pace of the past few weeks. Actually with them also knowing I wasn't going to be taking part, they seemed to resume some of their earlier intimacy that I'd seen and gotten worked up about. There was far more kissing, touching, petting, caressing and fingering as they lay together and slowly moved ahead. She did look at me at time and smile but I knew it was for my benefit only as once his touch intensified, she lost track of me and focused only on him. Again, they just seemed like two longtime well seasoned lovers! Sue eagerly sucked him to hardness and almost effortlessly climbed up on him and impaled herself on his cock moaning the whole time as she took all of him. A moment later she pulled herself off of him and moved into a 69 where she made no secret of licking and sucking his cock and where he took equal liberty at her pussy, or should I say his pussy as it literally was his for the night. And yes, that thought at the time made me very horny to see how beautiful she looked with him so brazenly sexually available for him. I saw him put his two index fingers into her pussy and I saw him pull her open as wide as he could and all I heard her do was moan in response and if anything, pull her legs back more for him. The sight of him pulling her vagina open like that was just so incredible that she was letting him do that like that.
His tongue and fingers were quite comfortable inside her - each time he pulled back she was wetter and more open. The thought of him stretching her like that so he can push into her more easily consumed me as I watched them working on each other. In between her own moans she would eagerly stroke him and suck him into her mouth and I know she was enjoying tasting his pre-cum. And again, just how open she was with him, how much she wanted him - my god it was so amazing.
Yes - I was and have been thinking about Robert. I so missed seeing her like this with him. But now, seeing it in front of me and knowing she'd spent almost a year with Robert being this intimate - it is such a huge turn-on to think about some guy out there who fucked the shit out of my wife for so long.
I was sitting on the other side of our king-size bed and the lights were dimmed, but they seemed like they totally ignored me. As he sucked at her pussy she moaned about how good he felt. He in turn told her how wet she was - again as if they were two long-time lovers. He lay back and she eagerly climbed above him and sucked him and had no qualms at all about planting her pussy right on his face. She can't take him deep - not with that big a head on his cock but she does stroke him as she sucks him. At another point I was again nearly brought to tears in a way by just how beautiful she looked as she lay back and welcomed him into her. The way she raised her arms and legs and how she just presented herself as his, again, sitting there had I not had pants still on, I am sure I would have jerked off already or cum without any stimulation!
But they were fucking before I knew it. Again I was lost in one thought or another but I did see him move on top of her and I did see her hand come peeking out between them and grab his cock and she rubbed it up and down her pussy, spreading it wide open and then pulling the wetness out and all over. This time when she guided it, he almost pushed in effortlessly into her with just a gentle "uhhhhh" from her and the thought that he'd stretched her out just before totally got to me.
I am sure it was all in my head, that they were no more sexual together this time than any other time - but having put things in motion and knowing that Paul felt that she was his for the night, it seemed like every awareness I had was heightened. Her clit was an erect little bud as she stroked his cock up and down and yes, it did seem like he pushed into her more easily than ever before - the thought of him changing her pussy to fit him better is something that has always been in my mind and at that moment, it seemed more of a reality.
Again, was it any different than the prior week? I don't know, but in my head, it was very intense. When she turned onto her knees and arched her back - the way she knelt on the bed, her pussy was just gaping open for Paul - almost like it was beckoning him to fill her. If there was ever a moment, that was it when I felt that she'd been the slut - that was it - just how she looked at that moment. I'm sure Paul was ecstatic about it - who wouldn't love a wet waiting pussy, but from my vantage point, I could almost hear the slurping sound as he pushed into her and for a moment she became that slut from back in college enjoying the big cock being pushed into her. And in reality, it was exactly what she was doing and feeling. She let out the most intensely erotic moan as he pushed into her and I could just imagine how the big head of his cock felt pushing into her in that position - I think I even saw a slight bulge from it through her abdomen as he pushed into her.
But I knew as well as everyone who is reading this that when the time came that Sue would want to be on her back. And sure enough, I can't say how long but when she was ready she must have signaled him because he pulled back and sat back on his knees as she rotated herself and moved herself back down to him now on her back. I knew the look in her eye - and I knew that she was looking at and only seeing him - but the look said just one thing "fuck me". And I saw her look downward just as I did as Paul began to lean forward and his hard cock was at the ready.
Yes, that's the moment that gets to me a lot of the time. The moment of truth when she is truly going to make love with him. I like to think that all the positions before and all the orgasms she'd felt already, that they were something she controlled, but now, I knew it was when she would give herself to him and they'd be one when they came next. Yes, it made me wince and even look away for a second, but in reality, how could I. The moment I savored was upon me again. As he rubbed himself around her now gaping pussy I moved closer. Yes, I felt the nausea, but at the same time I cannot deny that I loved what was about to happen. I loved that she was so worked up that - her nipples were rock hard, her breathing was erratic and deep amidst gasps as she felt his cock run up and down her pussy - but I honestly loved the most that she wanted him in her at that moment, that she wanted him as deeply in her as she could have him. And if there was ever a moment when I could have cum without touching myself it was hearing her deep moan as she felt him fill her fully for the first time.
Once they started at it, I moved back as I felt a bit too close to them and I stayed there watching them quietly. I don't know how long they were at it for but they were very amorous and whereas he would be above her at times on his extended arms looking down on her, this time he lay closer to her and hugged her as he made love to her. Her legs would flail each time he pushed into her and she would moan as he pulled back. When her head turned towards me I could see her eyes were closed and the look of bliss was on her face. They surely weren't fucking, this was making love. I know it perturbed me before but this time, oh my god, I LOVED it. I simply cannot describe how awesome I felt and to be honest, it was a moment that totally reinforced everything for me.
I say that because later on that night, I found that I had to go back to that feeling many times to keep myself positive about everything. And I"m sure that the extra beer or two that I'd had certainly added to it.