I’ll be your superman

Her eyes met Evan’s as she slid her tongue over the tip of Ben’s cock, wetting him with her saliva. She took her time, easing him slowly into her mouth, seeming more interested in her own sensation than his, just enjoying the feel of him against her tongue.

Rubbing him over her lips, she looked over at her husband. “Remember this?”

“Yes.” Evan swallowed and nodded, his response slightly hoarse. “Did you miss it?”

Nodding, she looked back up at Ben, whose eyes were dark with some emotion. Maybe it was lust, bit perhaps it was something else. She took him fully into her throat, then, no hands now, and that made him close his eyes altogether.

Evan watched as his friend’s fingers tangled in his wife’s hair, seeing Ben’s wet shaft disappearing into her mouth again and again. Evan’s hands were gripping the hand rails of his chair as he watched her suck him, seeing her nudge her panties aside to slip her fingers underneath as she did. He knew she was wet-he could hear her fingers working through her pussy.

“Whoa,” Ben groaned, pulling her off his cock. “Can’t take much more of that.”

“Think you can take some of this?” She leaned back onto her elbows, putting her feet up on the edge of the bed and slipping her panties aside to reveal her shaved mound.

Ben let out a pent-up breath in a small “whoosh” as he sank to his knees next to the bed. His hands circled her ankles, running up her calves, over her knees, spreading her thighs with his palms as he leaned in to kiss her fingers and her mound where she had her panties pulled aside.

“No,” Evan whispered from his chair, watching Ben’s tongue finding its way through her flesh. Stef’s eyes were half-closed, watching him. “Not that.” Understanding, she edged back onto the bed, slipping her panties and stockings off as she went. “Get undressed.” She opened her pussy, showing him, sliding her fingers into her wetness.

They both watched as Ben unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a broad chest and back, with arms sharply defined in muscle, all made strong from heavy labor.

Stef played with herself while she watched him drop his shirt and pants to the floor. Then he climbed up next to her on the bed, naked.

She turned toward him, pressing belly to belly, slipping her silky thigh up and down his. They stayed that way for what felt like a long time, and Evan thought, for a moment, of calling it all off, telling Ben to get dressed and go home.

It was a painfully intimate moment, and in spite of all of his emotional preparation for this, he hadn’t expected that.

Then she leaned in and kissed Ben, soft at first, a tender thing, but that didn’t last long. The heat of their bodies together drove them both onward, their hands roaming over each other. Stef reached down between his thighs, her hand pulling and tugging on his cock, and Evan heard Ben groan against her mouth.

Ben rolled onto her, pressing a thigh between hers, and Evan watched as his wife ran her red-painted nails down his friend’s broad, tanned back. Ben’s hands were cupping her breasts, his tongue flicking her pink, sensitive nipples, making her moan and writhe underneath him.

“I want you in me,” she murmured, loud enough Evan could hear the urgency in it.

“Yes,” Evan whispered from his chair, seeing how her hand stroked Ben, guiding him toward her waiting pussy. He had flashes of memory, remembering how that felt, how small and warm her hand was, the heat of her flesh as she slipped him up and down her slit.

Her cry when Ben pressed into her filled the room-a sudden, shocking thing. Everyone and everything stopped for a moment, and Evan saw her trembling underneath Ben, who kissed her cheeks, her closed eyelids, her quivering mouth.

“Are you okay?” Ben whispered, and when she opened her eyes, Evan could see tears glistening there. She nodded, slipping a hand around behind his neck and pulling his mouth to hers, kissing him fiercely, threatening to swallow him.

She wrapped herself around him, arms and legs, shoving herself up into him as he began to move in her. They rocked like that a while, grinding their pelvises together, and Evan could hear her excitement growing, could see it in the way her face and chest began to flush with arousal.

“More.” She moved against him. “Harder.”

Ben grabbed her legs, pressing them back and kneeling up so he could drive harder into her, taking full, long strokes now. Evan could see his cock and how wet it was with her juices. She was moaning, her fingers rubbing her clit, her breasts bouncing with the gentle motion.

“I want it deeper.” Stef pressed her hand to Ben’s hard, flat belly, stopping him. She groaned when he pulled out, and she turned over, lifting her ass in the air. “Like this.”

Evan could see her completely now, her smooth pussy, pink and swollen, glistening with wetness. Ben ran his hands over the soft, rounded swell of her ass, his fingers slipping between her legs for a moment, finding her.