Story was written by wife and sent to me.
The movie started, and I was laying on my side, comfortable, with a big soft throw pillow under my head. Ray was also laying back in the couch, feet on the coffee table, hands on my knees. A bit into the movie, I repositioned myself on my back, possible because of the tv’s location in the room, it only required my head to be slightly tilted to the side. I still rested up against my pillow. My legs still over Ray’s. A minor change in the couch layout. But what I did notice a few minutes after this adjustment, Ray’s hands were gently caressing my knees, softly, very subtle.
I felt both hands move to my left leg, closest to his body, moving in soft but more deliberate motions, gently massaging. Ray’s right hand moved gently further up the top of my thigh, and his left hand gently down the top of my calf. The pressure from his hands increased, into more of a deliberate massage along my leg, fingers and thumb into the muscles on either side of my leg.
At this point it felt good, massaging my leg muscles. His hands only on my left leg, never breaking contact, gently increasing the stroke of the movement, a little more left down my calf with the left hand and a little more to the right up my thigh with his right hand. I continued to watch the movie and out of the corner of my eye, in the dark, Ray continued to watch the movie.
His left hand reached down to my bare foot, and taking it between the fingers and thumb, initiated a foot massage. I love my feet being massaged. I never pass up a foot massage. Ray had talent massaging my foot, I gently pushed my foot into his hand, a reactionary movement, letting him know I approved of this. His fingers and thumb were hitting all the sore muscles and tendons in my foot, he could feel where the knots and tightness were.
This distracted me from his right hand, which altered from massaging my lower left thigh, to gently rubbing up and down my leg, and when I recognized where his hand laid, I froze. He was gently rubbing my leg right below the opening of my bed time shorts, along my skin, high on my leg. His left hand continued to massage my foot, and his right hand continued to gently rub my upper leg.
The movement of Ray’s right hand became more deliberate. Longer firmer movement along the bare skin of my leg, along the length of my leg. Movements such as long glide up the outer thigh, just shy of my shorts, over the leg, and back down the inside of my thigh. I felt the tip of his fingers explore past the leg opening, gently caressing the skin under the shorts.
These shorts, the shorts I was prepared to go to bed wearing, were baggy…loose….comfortable casual leg openings. There was no tight fit that would denture his fingers from moving beyond the leg opening, and, this is a big ‘’and’’, I was ready for bed. That top and matching shorts was all that I had on. No panties. No bra. Bed time for a warm summer night, light cotton top and shorts.
When his hand did probe deeper under my shorts, stopping at my bare upper thigh, just short of my crotch, I took a noticeable deep breath, only releasing my breath as his hand move back down. Ray's hand moved back up, just like I anticipated he would, and further up my shorts, slower along my skin, across my upper thigh and further down my crotch, as far as my closed legs would allow. I felt his fingers tract the fold created by my two thighs pressed together. The movements continued, up under my shorts, across the pelvis, exploring the smooth hairless area.
He expressed his approval of my smooth body with a soft moan. I then turned my head and looked Ray right in the eyes, and as his hand moved up and under my shorts again, I gently raised my hips up against his hand, and took in a soft breath.
This time, Ray did not move his hand from out of my shorts. He had confirmed, I was panty less, I was shaved smooth, and I was enjoying his touch. His hand explored my covered region. When his fingers pressed gently against the folds of my closed legs, my instinct was to move my right foot to the floor and allow my thighs to separate.
His hand moved down, his pinky finger following my pussy’s opening, feeling how hot I have become to his touch, and preceded by a few long strokes against my opening, releasing my fluids, I felt his middle finger glide the length of my wet pussy, and making his contact with my clit. From there, his experience with a woman’s wet clit took over control of my mind and body. His hand rubbed, glided and probed as my body needed.
I was moving my hips gently to his rhythm. My hips encouraging his finger deeper in me. When his hand cupped my pelvis and his finger petted my clit, I arched my back, pressed my head back, took in a deep breath and muffled my moan. At this time I noticed my right leg was pressing outward, offing him as much access possible under those circumstances.
Stroking my clit, he was moving close to making me cum. I reluctantly closed my legs, placed my hand on his to stop him, moving my head back and forth, not allowing him to take it that far.
His hand pulled out of my pants, surprising myself how disappointed I felt, moved his hand up my body, finding my hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric. It was a very bold move and I loved it. He proceeded to massage my breast through my top, with attention placed on my aching nipples. One side getting attention, then the other, and back.
The sensitivity of my nipples were the result of his previous movements. I wanted both his hands on my bare breast, but it was too dangerous, obvious even in my high state of horniness. I did look over viewing the sleeping figure in the big chair, confident his brother was still asleep, I then reach to one center placed button, and released it, grabbing his hand, directing it through the opening to my bare breast.
His warm firm hand against my breast and hard nipple was electric. I did not look at him the entire time he played with my nipple, keeping an eye for any concerning movement from his brother. Ray then reached to play with the other bare breast, but one button did not allow access at that angle.
He moves to remove another button, but sensibility kicked in and woke me up from my sexual world, and I stopped any attempt to remove another button. I could excuse one missed button, but not two.
Ray moved to give my other breast attention but with the nipple under the thin fabric. Ray changed tactics, moved his hand back down to the bare skin of my left leg, then slid under my shorts once again. He followed this by grasping the ankle, bringing it in, placing my left foot directly on his crotch.
My foot easily felt the outline of a hard-ridged cock under his shorts. While I was lost in the moment, Ray returned to fingering my clit, but now with my left leg bent up, and my right foot still on the floor with the right knee leaning out, my pussy was opened up for a proper finger fucking by his right hand.
His middle finger working along the slit, deep in my pussy, and up along the clit. I was lost in the fingering I was receiving. Keeping an eye on his brother, I could not refrain moving my hips and noticed my heavy breathing, struggling to keep the volume to a minimum, at least quieter than the forgotten movie playing. Then without any warning, his left hand entered, from the opposite leg opening, and soon he had his left hand fingering me deep while his right hand fingered and petted my clit.
It was too dangerous, it had to stop, but I couldn’t. Convincing myself I could catch his brother before he would have a chance to see what we were in the middle of. Ray’s fingers moved faster and more deliberate. My hips moved and pressed against his hands. I was lost between the fingers on my pussy and my foot on his hard cock. My foot pressing harder against that cock as my hips moved more animated against his fingers. It was a proper finger fucking.
Then, music started on the movie, the credits running. The movie ending, but I was not ready. When the credits stopped, so would the music, and the room will be filled with silence, denying me of the pleasure I was feeling. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum,
Ray had to finger fuck me to my waiting orgasm, the same one I stopped him from completing earlier. He had to finish what he started.
My left hand grabbed his right arm encouraging his work. My right hand grabbed his bare knee, feeling his leg muscles. With this leverage, I fucked his two hands right back. Staring his brother's sleeping body, hoping he would remain asleep, Ray finger fucked my wet aching pussy, and my pussy fucked back. My orgasm finally released. Holding down my moans and controlling my breathing, I let my release happen.
My body spassimed, as my body and his hand continued to dance under my shorts. The orgasm rolled over and over again. The moisture running down my ass. I remember hearing a faint sloshing wet sound with the movement of his hand penetrating me. I held on to the feeling as long as I could, until the sensation was too much and my clit became too sensitive, and I grabbed his hand, holding it still. He knew then it was time to stop.
I was glowing in the dark, wet with perspiration, and so very content. It was huge, the orgasm, the best orgasm I had experienced in a very long time. It was the danger of where we did it. It was the erotic feeling of the unfaithful event. It was his ability to finger fuck me. My left foot still pressing and rubbing along his hard cock.
It was so ridged, and I felt so sorry for him, but there was nothing I could do for him, the credits were ending, just no time. I did what I could, I sat up, leaned in and kissed him with a short quick open mouth kiss. Then with the silence in the room as the movie ended, I placed the pillow on his lap, to cover his erection, and got up.
I gathered dirty glasses and dishes in the room to take to the kitchen. Ray fumbled with the remote for a show to watch.
The room is situated away from the bedrooms, so a person can watch tv at all times of night without disturbing anyone.
I went to the kitchen, and filled the dishwasher. Ray came in carrying more of what was left behind and placed them on the counter for me. As I finished, I started the cycle and then washed my hands in the sink. It was at that point, I felt Ray walk up to me and press his body against my back. No words were exchanged, just the feeling of is very hard ridged cock pressing against my ass.
His arms carefully wrapped around my body, almost like he was feeling out any hesitation on my part to tell him to stop, but there was none. I stood there, quietly, sandwiched between the counter and his body. His hands cupped my breast, feeling them up though the thin fabric. I did not resist. He leaned in and kissed my neck softly, I tilted my head, allowing him access for his lips to my neck. In the distance, I heard his brother close the bedroom door as he slipped into bed.
His hand reached for my buttons, I did not stop him as one after another came undone and when the last button released,
I felt a rush of the cool air hit my upper body as he opened the top and reached in with both hand, exploring not only my bare breast and hard nipples, but my whole upper body.
It was then I noticed the sound from the tv room. Ray had started another movie before coming in the kitchen. We had background noise again. He caressed my body under the open top. Gently dry humping his hard cock against my ass. Then he reached up, gently grabbed my chin and moved my head, moving my mouth to his. Our lips touch. Our mouths opened, and we kissed deep and long.
The kiss quickly turned into making out, with his hand no longer confined to my upper body. One hand reached down to find my pussy once again wet and on fire. I spread my legs, giving him the access his hand asked for. His other hand took a break from my breast, long enough to grab my and, pull it back, placing it over his shorts, feeling his hard cock pressing the confines of the shorts. There was no undershorts, just his hard cock, my eager hand separated by a thin fabric.
The room was light, but only by the dim light of the under counter lights. it was a warm atmosphere. As we kissed, and he fingered my clit and tweaked my nipples, I tried to reach into his short, wanting to feel that bare cock.
Sensing my lack of success and my goal, his hands left my body and move down between us, the lack of sensation by his hands on my body let me grasp the situation with a clearer head; he was pushing his pants down. I reached to his elastic waist band and pulled the front of his pants down and away from his body, keeping the pants in position around his ass in case of the need for a quick cover up. My right hand grasped his ridged cock, and I remember a moan released from my mouth and his. It was so fucking hard and so fucking warm.
Precum around the cock tip. I took slow deliberate strokes, keeping the situation controllable, knowing how dangerous it was right now if his brother woke up. He leaned in, and we locked in another deep long kiss. His right hand wrapped around my body, and slid in my shorts, grabbing my bare ass, holding me tight. His left hand went back to my unbuttoned top and to my breast.
We were locked in a sensual embrace again. Making out. Feeling each other up. My stroking his cock evolved to stroking his cock and balls, getting as much feel in a movement as I could.
I had to get him off. I wanted to get him off. But I broke our kiss and pulled his pant back up, and re buttoned my top. I put my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet and wait here. I went back to his brother's bedroom and wanted to check that he was asleep.
I entered the kitchen to find Ray leaning back against the counter, waiting for me. I walked up to him and we embraced in our passionate kiss again. As much as I loved it, and I really did love making out with him, I knew I could not waste time if I was to get him off before some interruption developed. I pulled the front of his pants back down, and reached in with the other hand and resumed my stroking.
At first it was deliberate stoking, with the purpose of getting him off, but as we continued deep long kissing, his hands reopening my top and release of my breast, the passion took over. The stroking was no longer to get him off, it was to pleasure him as he pleased me. Long strokes telling him I wanted his body.
There was the problem of his shirt, though, still getting in the way. Several times I had to move it out of the way. It needed to be held off, out of my way, but my hands were full, one stroking , the other holding open the pants. Ray’s two hands were busy exploring my upper body and making me feel fantastic.
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The movie started, and I was laying on my side, comfortable, with a big soft throw pillow under my head. Ray was also laying back in the couch, feet on the coffee table, hands on my knees. A bit into the movie, I repositioned myself on my back, possible because of the tv’s location in the room, it only required my head to be slightly tilted to the side. I still rested up against my pillow. My legs still over Ray’s. A minor change in the couch layout. But what I did notice a few minutes after this adjustment, Ray’s hands were gently caressing my knees, softly, very subtle.
I felt both hands move to my left leg, closest to his body, moving in soft but more deliberate motions, gently massaging. Ray’s right hand moved gently further up the top of my thigh, and his left hand gently down the top of my calf. The pressure from his hands increased, into more of a deliberate massage along my leg, fingers and thumb into the muscles on either side of my leg.
At this point it felt good, massaging my leg muscles. His hands only on my left leg, never breaking contact, gently increasing the stroke of the movement, a little more left down my calf with the left hand and a little more to the right up my thigh with his right hand. I continued to watch the movie and out of the corner of my eye, in the dark, Ray continued to watch the movie.
His left hand reached down to my bare foot, and taking it between the fingers and thumb, initiated a foot massage. I love my feet being massaged. I never pass up a foot massage. Ray had talent massaging my foot, I gently pushed my foot into his hand, a reactionary movement, letting him know I approved of this. His fingers and thumb were hitting all the sore muscles and tendons in my foot, he could feel where the knots and tightness were.
This distracted me from his right hand, which altered from massaging my lower left thigh, to gently rubbing up and down my leg, and when I recognized where his hand laid, I froze. He was gently rubbing my leg right below the opening of my bed time shorts, along my skin, high on my leg. His left hand continued to massage my foot, and his right hand continued to gently rub my upper leg.
The movement of Ray’s right hand became more deliberate. Longer firmer movement along the bare skin of my leg, along the length of my leg. Movements such as long glide up the outer thigh, just shy of my shorts, over the leg, and back down the inside of my thigh. I felt the tip of his fingers explore past the leg opening, gently caressing the skin under the shorts.
These shorts, the shorts I was prepared to go to bed wearing, were baggy…loose….comfortable casual leg openings. There was no tight fit that would denture his fingers from moving beyond the leg opening, and, this is a big ‘’and’’, I was ready for bed. That top and matching shorts was all that I had on. No panties. No bra. Bed time for a warm summer night, light cotton top and shorts.
When his hand did probe deeper under my shorts, stopping at my bare upper thigh, just short of my crotch, I took a noticeable deep breath, only releasing my breath as his hand move back down. Ray's hand moved back up, just like I anticipated he would, and further up my shorts, slower along my skin, across my upper thigh and further down my crotch, as far as my closed legs would allow. I felt his fingers tract the fold created by my two thighs pressed together. The movements continued, up under my shorts, across the pelvis, exploring the smooth hairless area.
He expressed his approval of my smooth body with a soft moan. I then turned my head and looked Ray right in the eyes, and as his hand moved up and under my shorts again, I gently raised my hips up against his hand, and took in a soft breath.
This time, Ray did not move his hand from out of my shorts. He had confirmed, I was panty less, I was shaved smooth, and I was enjoying his touch. His hand explored my covered region. When his fingers pressed gently against the folds of my closed legs, my instinct was to move my right foot to the floor and allow my thighs to separate.
His hand moved down, his pinky finger following my pussy’s opening, feeling how hot I have become to his touch, and preceded by a few long strokes against my opening, releasing my fluids, I felt his middle finger glide the length of my wet pussy, and making his contact with my clit. From there, his experience with a woman’s wet clit took over control of my mind and body. His hand rubbed, glided and probed as my body needed.
I was moving my hips gently to his rhythm. My hips encouraging his finger deeper in me. When his hand cupped my pelvis and his finger petted my clit, I arched my back, pressed my head back, took in a deep breath and muffled my moan. At this time I noticed my right leg was pressing outward, offing him as much access possible under those circumstances.
Stroking my clit, he was moving close to making me cum. I reluctantly closed my legs, placed my hand on his to stop him, moving my head back and forth, not allowing him to take it that far.
His hand pulled out of my pants, surprising myself how disappointed I felt, moved his hand up my body, finding my hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton fabric. It was a very bold move and I loved it. He proceeded to massage my breast through my top, with attention placed on my aching nipples. One side getting attention, then the other, and back.
The sensitivity of my nipples were the result of his previous movements. I wanted both his hands on my bare breast, but it was too dangerous, obvious even in my high state of horniness. I did look over viewing the sleeping figure in the big chair, confident his brother was still asleep, I then reach to one center placed button, and released it, grabbing his hand, directing it through the opening to my bare breast.
His warm firm hand against my breast and hard nipple was electric. I did not look at him the entire time he played with my nipple, keeping an eye for any concerning movement from his brother. Ray then reached to play with the other bare breast, but one button did not allow access at that angle.
He moves to remove another button, but sensibility kicked in and woke me up from my sexual world, and I stopped any attempt to remove another button. I could excuse one missed button, but not two.
Ray moved to give my other breast attention but with the nipple under the thin fabric. Ray changed tactics, moved his hand back down to the bare skin of my left leg, then slid under my shorts once again. He followed this by grasping the ankle, bringing it in, placing my left foot directly on his crotch.
My foot easily felt the outline of a hard-ridged cock under his shorts. While I was lost in the moment, Ray returned to fingering my clit, but now with my left leg bent up, and my right foot still on the floor with the right knee leaning out, my pussy was opened up for a proper finger fucking by his right hand.
His middle finger working along the slit, deep in my pussy, and up along the clit. I was lost in the fingering I was receiving. Keeping an eye on his brother, I could not refrain moving my hips and noticed my heavy breathing, struggling to keep the volume to a minimum, at least quieter than the forgotten movie playing. Then without any warning, his left hand entered, from the opposite leg opening, and soon he had his left hand fingering me deep while his right hand fingered and petted my clit.
It was too dangerous, it had to stop, but I couldn’t. Convincing myself I could catch his brother before he would have a chance to see what we were in the middle of. Ray’s fingers moved faster and more deliberate. My hips moved and pressed against his hands. I was lost between the fingers on my pussy and my foot on his hard cock. My foot pressing harder against that cock as my hips moved more animated against his fingers. It was a proper finger fucking.
Then, music started on the movie, the credits running. The movie ending, but I was not ready. When the credits stopped, so would the music, and the room will be filled with silence, denying me of the pleasure I was feeling. I wanted to cum, I needed to cum,
Ray had to finger fuck me to my waiting orgasm, the same one I stopped him from completing earlier. He had to finish what he started.
My left hand grabbed his right arm encouraging his work. My right hand grabbed his bare knee, feeling his leg muscles. With this leverage, I fucked his two hands right back. Staring his brother's sleeping body, hoping he would remain asleep, Ray finger fucked my wet aching pussy, and my pussy fucked back. My orgasm finally released. Holding down my moans and controlling my breathing, I let my release happen.
My body spassimed, as my body and his hand continued to dance under my shorts. The orgasm rolled over and over again. The moisture running down my ass. I remember hearing a faint sloshing wet sound with the movement of his hand penetrating me. I held on to the feeling as long as I could, until the sensation was too much and my clit became too sensitive, and I grabbed his hand, holding it still. He knew then it was time to stop.
I was glowing in the dark, wet with perspiration, and so very content. It was huge, the orgasm, the best orgasm I had experienced in a very long time. It was the danger of where we did it. It was the erotic feeling of the unfaithful event. It was his ability to finger fuck me. My left foot still pressing and rubbing along his hard cock.
It was so ridged, and I felt so sorry for him, but there was nothing I could do for him, the credits were ending, just no time. I did what I could, I sat up, leaned in and kissed him with a short quick open mouth kiss. Then with the silence in the room as the movie ended, I placed the pillow on his lap, to cover his erection, and got up.
I gathered dirty glasses and dishes in the room to take to the kitchen. Ray fumbled with the remote for a show to watch.
The room is situated away from the bedrooms, so a person can watch tv at all times of night without disturbing anyone.
I went to the kitchen, and filled the dishwasher. Ray came in carrying more of what was left behind and placed them on the counter for me. As I finished, I started the cycle and then washed my hands in the sink. It was at that point, I felt Ray walk up to me and press his body against my back. No words were exchanged, just the feeling of is very hard ridged cock pressing against my ass.
His arms carefully wrapped around my body, almost like he was feeling out any hesitation on my part to tell him to stop, but there was none. I stood there, quietly, sandwiched between the counter and his body. His hands cupped my breast, feeling them up though the thin fabric. I did not resist. He leaned in and kissed my neck softly, I tilted my head, allowing him access for his lips to my neck. In the distance, I heard his brother close the bedroom door as he slipped into bed.
His hand reached for my buttons, I did not stop him as one after another came undone and when the last button released,
I felt a rush of the cool air hit my upper body as he opened the top and reached in with both hand, exploring not only my bare breast and hard nipples, but my whole upper body.
It was then I noticed the sound from the tv room. Ray had started another movie before coming in the kitchen. We had background noise again. He caressed my body under the open top. Gently dry humping his hard cock against my ass. Then he reached up, gently grabbed my chin and moved my head, moving my mouth to his. Our lips touch. Our mouths opened, and we kissed deep and long.
The kiss quickly turned into making out, with his hand no longer confined to my upper body. One hand reached down to find my pussy once again wet and on fire. I spread my legs, giving him the access his hand asked for. His other hand took a break from my breast, long enough to grab my and, pull it back, placing it over his shorts, feeling his hard cock pressing the confines of the shorts. There was no undershorts, just his hard cock, my eager hand separated by a thin fabric.
The room was light, but only by the dim light of the under counter lights. it was a warm atmosphere. As we kissed, and he fingered my clit and tweaked my nipples, I tried to reach into his short, wanting to feel that bare cock.
Sensing my lack of success and my goal, his hands left my body and move down between us, the lack of sensation by his hands on my body let me grasp the situation with a clearer head; he was pushing his pants down. I reached to his elastic waist band and pulled the front of his pants down and away from his body, keeping the pants in position around his ass in case of the need for a quick cover up. My right hand grasped his ridged cock, and I remember a moan released from my mouth and his. It was so fucking hard and so fucking warm.
Precum around the cock tip. I took slow deliberate strokes, keeping the situation controllable, knowing how dangerous it was right now if his brother woke up. He leaned in, and we locked in another deep long kiss. His right hand wrapped around my body, and slid in my shorts, grabbing my bare ass, holding me tight. His left hand went back to my unbuttoned top and to my breast.
We were locked in a sensual embrace again. Making out. Feeling each other up. My stroking his cock evolved to stroking his cock and balls, getting as much feel in a movement as I could.
I had to get him off. I wanted to get him off. But I broke our kiss and pulled his pant back up, and re buttoned my top. I put my finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet and wait here. I went back to his brother's bedroom and wanted to check that he was asleep.
I entered the kitchen to find Ray leaning back against the counter, waiting for me. I walked up to him and we embraced in our passionate kiss again. As much as I loved it, and I really did love making out with him, I knew I could not waste time if I was to get him off before some interruption developed. I pulled the front of his pants back down, and reached in with the other hand and resumed my stroking.
At first it was deliberate stoking, with the purpose of getting him off, but as we continued deep long kissing, his hands reopening my top and release of my breast, the passion took over. The stroking was no longer to get him off, it was to pleasure him as he pleased me. Long strokes telling him I wanted his body.
There was the problem of his shirt, though, still getting in the way. Several times I had to move it out of the way. It needed to be held off, out of my way, but my hands were full, one stroking , the other holding open the pants. Ray’s two hands were busy exploring my upper body and making me feel fantastic.
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