My wife’s no vegetarian

When you awake, you’re not sure how long it’s been since we had sex – maybe an hour or more, as many of the candles have burnt out and it’s a lot darker. The room of the holiday-cabin seems to be filled with vague, flickering shapes of blackness.
You sense a movement nearby and turn on your side to see me sitting at the edge of the bed where I’ve pulled back the thin, white cotton drape that surrounds us. I’m motionless now and facing out into the room. You follow my gaze and discern indistinct shapes on the other side of the lattice screen dividing the two beds.

You rub your eyes and, as they become accustomed to the light, you can gradually make out more recognizable outlines on the other bed. Two people. You stare, impatient for the details to make themselves apparent. A moment longer and you can make out the shapes of a man and a woman. Candlelight is reflected off their skin to tell you that they are both naked. As you watch, entranced, you feel otherworldly, as if you are part of a novel or a movie.

As your slowly adjusting eyes begin to make out more clearly the shapes in the shadows, you become fascinated by the movements of the couple. They are caressing, stroking, kissing but their motions seem to be all one – a connected symphony of individual notes of passion.
Now you can make out their hands from the shadows, which slide across their bodies, changing shape as they follow the contours. You breathe in as his fingers trace the outline of her breast and circle the areola. You breathe out as her hand spirals down his muscular torso to lay at rest in his pubic hair. You sense the blood rush to your temples as you watch him lower his face towards her breast to take the nipple into his mouth.

You know there are at least ten feet between you and the couple but you can see every detail now as if you were only inches away.
He has one hand under her breast, lifting it slightly to meet his open mouth. His lips encircle the areola and nipple. With his lips closed tightly around her, the man moves his head back, sucking and pulling her small breast until her nipple, now elongated and erect and surrounded by dark, puckered skin, slips from his mouth. Her head too falls back and her mouth gapes open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

You realise you’ve been holding your breath for too long and slowly release it, at the same time feeling an intense buzz of excitement throughout your body. You feel a strangeness, a wild thrill of perversion you’ve never experienced before, being so close to this deeply intimate couple.

The man eases his lover back onto the wide bed and she stretches her arms above her head in a display of supplication, a wicked smile playing across her lips. He kneels between her legs, facing her. Now, for the first time, you see the man’s cock. Standing out in stark relief against the dark surroundings of the cabin, it seems almost separate from him. It stands up at a sharp angle, almost touching his stomach, the light pink of the unusually thick shaft contrasting with the rich, deep purple of the head. You notice how it vibrates whenever he moves. How amazingly hard it must be, you think, for it to move like that.
He edges closer to the young woman and, with his hands under her knees, slowly raises her legs. He holds his member in one hand, points it down between the woman’s legs and eases his pelvis towards her.

You become aware of me pulling at your hand, you resent the intrusion on your intense concentration. It’s like being woken halfway through a wonderful dream. You don’t want the excitement to stop. But I’m insistent, “Come on.” I say and stand up, pulling you behind me as I walk around the end of the room divider and towards the other bed.
It’s only then that you start to think a little more clearly about the situation. What is that couple doing here? Why didn’t they notice us? It’s only as I calmly sit on the end of the couple’s bed and pull you down beside me that you realise I must have set up the whole scenario.

You have only started to wonder how you feel about that when a movement of the bed brings your attention back to the man. The first thing you notice is the single bead of sweat between his shoulder blades. You follow its path as it traces an almost straight line between the muscles of his back. The moisture trickles down in rhythm with the smooth undulations of his spine until it runs into the crack of his ass.
You watch the muscles of his behind firming, contracting, creating small dents in the side where they tense. You see his sack, dark and wrinkled but still hanging slightly with the weight of his balls. Then, almost teasing yourself, you slowly allow your eyes to drift down further, to where his cock is sliding into the woman’s cunt.

He has raised her legs up further now, so that her back is arched and her ass is raised off the bed. He is leaning further forward and you gaze, hardly daring to move, as the whole length of him, tantalizingly, magically, disappears inside her inch by inch. The woman doesn’t seem to have any hair at all around her snatch, maybe she just shaved but you can clearly see the lips of her vulva, as they seem to wrap around the man’s cock of their own accord.

You’re lying down on the end of the bed on your side, your eyes only a foot or so away from where his prick is now sliding out of her. You are entranced. You feel a wild thrill of sexual excitement coursing through your body as you breathe in the sweet aroma of the couple’s arousal. You can hardly believe this is happening. This has always been your most desirable fantasy, watching a couple have sex, the scene you always wanted to read in those Penthouse letters, the image that could always get you off when you masturbated but never, ever did you believe it would really happen.

You begin to become more aware of your own body as you watch the woman on the bed being slowly fucked by the athletic man’s massive cock. You start to imagine the weight of it, the smooth hardness of it in your hand, the erotic maleness of that thick ridge of vein underneath it. There is an intense tingling between your legs and, as if bidden by your thoughts, you feel my own cock sliding between your thighs. You raise your leg slightly and I easily drive myself inside you with one long, steady push of my hips.
You are experiencing a strange sense of being, you are in a place you’ve never been before and don’t quite know how to behave or what to expect. A wild mix of emotions clouds your thoughts as your gaze is locked on the sight in front of you.

Your concentration wanders – now you are watching that thick, hard cock driving forwards and backwards – now you are feeling me entering you from behind, an almost disembodied penis, existing only for your pleasure – now you can almost feel the sensations of the woman’s body, the rubbing against her pussy lips, the pressure on her clitoris as he pushes in to the limit.

You know I am watching the woman getting fucked too, as my thrusts start to match his exactly. As you feel me pushing deep into you and my balls slapping against your ass, you see him pushing into her wet slit until his sack presses tightly up against her.
The intensity of your feelings increases, you want to be a part of it all, you want to know what it feels like for her, for him. You reach your hand out, to the wetness, to the thrusting, to the passion.
Your fingertips lightly brush the underneath of his cock, there is an almost imperceptible break in his rhythm. You cautiously explore around his rod, where it’s entering her. An almost hot buzzing starts between your legs as you tentatively spread your hand around the woman’s entrance. You feel the wetness on them and, more brazenly now, you immerse your fingers in it and wonder at the heat coming from them both.

Now you are on your knees between the man’s legs and you can feel me behind you, my hands gripping your hips and pulling you onto me. You try to circle his prick with a finger and thumb, not quite making it, while the fingers of your other hand delve and squirm around the woman’s cunt lips. You squeeze him tightly at the base of his cock while you expertly spread her wetness around her opening.

All your normal inhibitions are gone now as you push your middle finger inside her, directly underneath his cock. Then you draw it out and slide it slowly across her erect clitoris. You see the shiver that goes through the woman’s body and you can’t help but do it again – a finger inside her, around her lips and across her clitoris. The shiver is much stronger and lasts longer this time. You have an aching desire to see the woman orgasm, to thrill her to completion, to display your expertise.

You grasp the man’s prick in your hand and pull it back so that the head is sliding around the woman’s lips and clitoris. Taking it on a slippery journey around her outer lips, then her inner lips and circling the clitoris teasingly until her hips are jerking up in a fucking motion in a vain effort to get her clitoris rubbed.
You stretch out the exquisite torture until you think it’s the perfect moment, when you shove the man’s cock deep into her, at the same time, using your other hand to rub her mound and flick her clit with your thumb.
As you do, you feel me reach around to massage your own nub, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. You manage to keep your eyes open long enough to watch in wonder as the woman’s clit gets suddenly hard and protrudes like a miniature dick and her whole body is racked by a series of jerking tremors, her hips rising up repeatedly to impale herself on her lover’s horn. As you watch her juices gush from around his cock, you feel your own orgasm shoot out from your vagina and sweep up your body in an unstoppable rush. You arch your back for a moment of black stillness when the world stops, then you collapse on the bed, relishing the aftershocks as I continue to glide in and out of you. Your face rests against the woman’s inner thigh, which you can still feel trembling as she slowly drifts down from her peak.

You feel a movement and look up in time to see the man sliding out of his lover’s sopping wet pussy. There is a slurping sound as the slick, swollen head is withdrawn from between her engorged lips. You feel my hand leave your slippery snatch and move up to your face.
You are well aware of how much I love to see you taste your own juices, whether it’s from your own fingers or mine and you give me a good view of your mouth encircling my hand, the tongue swirling around my dripping fingers.
Normally you aren’t too keen on the taste of your own lubricant but there’s something about it this time that just gets you hot and you can’t seem to get enough, licking and sucking at my fingers until long after the taste has completely gone.

I gently draw my fingers from your mouth and slide them up the woman’s thigh to where her own juices have splashed on her.