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Lesley and Denny do a threesome.Lesley and Dennis. True story!My wife met Lesley at Primary school walking our boys to school, often walking there and back together. Later, I met her, then her husband Dennis. Lesley was not a very attractive woman, overweight, rather like a ball! She did not try to look good and had a huge chip on her shoulder about men in general. One evening, we had a small party to try out some homemade beer I had brewed; my first! Dennis, my inspiration, had made it before and his beer is quite pleasant. The problem is that home brewing makes strong beer!Lesley, on this occasion wore her hair loose; naturally curly and long it looked nice and I told her so. This time, she did not return a cutting comment and so we chatted for a longer time than normally. When Dennis joined us, we talked about beer making and in particular, the brew he has going at home now.“You must come down and try it later Bruce!” he said, as he usually does imitating an Ozzy and calling me Bruce. (A la Monty Python)Later that evening I felt that Lesley was becoming quite flirty with me and this was something I enjoyed. When she left with Dennis, I gave her hug and she responded positively; no negative, anti-male comments all evening!Many months later, I visited their home, close to mine where Dennis and I shared a glass of his latest brew; Lesley joined us after putting the k**s to bed. She has lost a lot of weight and looks very different. She still cuts men off when they talk to her, so my compliments to her were given with some reserve.“Thank you!” she said smiling back to me when I told her that she looks so good.“She is fantastic!” Dennis said, joining in the praise for his wife.She responded well to all of this and it made me feel comfortable.“You look very sexy Les’.” I said the words that Dennis uses when he flirts with her, usually when I or other friends are around…Many weeks later, Lesley asked me over to see her new darkroom. I also had a darkroom and she has extended her interest in photography to developing, using B&W. Dennis was chattering excitedly about the work he has done to convert an old cupboard while she and I went inside to check that it is lightproof. Dennis has to remain outside, as there is no room for him.Lesley and I stand by the bench and prepare to turn off the lights. It often takes five minutes to get accustomed to darkness. After this time, we may see light leaking in. While we wait in the dark, Dennis cracks jokes about what we might be doing together in the dark. We make jokes in return and I made some comments that were not jokes! I reached out to her and pulled her close to me.Lesley did not resist, nor did she respond when I pulled her chest to mine and enjoyed the feel of her breasts on mine, soft now after loosing so much weight. She whispered to me, “Don’t start anything you can’t finish!” but remained in my arms, floppy, like a doll. Instantly, my tool started to tingle. I sensed the meaning in her words, even though we could not “finish” in this situation. I held her still for a few seconds, allowing my fingers to slip through the very loose-knit wool of her old, too-large jumper. My finger tips stroked her back softly, I whispered to her, “I haven’t started anything yet!”I felt stupid after saying this; it was a spontaneous thing but senseless. After a minute, we began talking to Dennis about the standard of the light seal around the doorway. Then we opened the door and joined him, over doing the response of our eyes to the brightness of the kitchen. I felt it was obvious to Dennis that we had been flirting in there.“She’s a lucky woman!” He said to us, “having a darkroom to play in!”I was ready to own up but he did not proceed with this chat. We went on to the cellar area where his beer is maturing. Lesley joined us in a glass of strong ale, after a few sips, Dennis went on to tease his wife about her appearance as she has lost so much weight.“You gotta say it mate,” he nudged me, “she is looking good lately! Her clothes don’t fit anymore but it is worth buying new for her.”I nodded and heartily agreed with him, my head full of passionate possibilities about her. I looked closely at her as she stood before us, lifting her arms and spinning slowly, as if to allow us to inspect her.Her woolly jumper used to fit her but now it is too loose, but it still looks good. I can see her bra clearly under the woolly material, through the very large holes in the knit. Her belly still has a swell as do her hips, thighs and buttocks. Strangely, it is her bust that has lost so much weight. Her breasts used to stick far out in front of her, firm and raised, but now, much smaller they have a natural shape.She wears a long skirt, as usual not ironed. “I do not do ironing!” she often proclaims, “if you want ironed clothes, do it yourself!”Many months went by and often, when we meet, Dennis tells me that Lesley has a bit of a fancy for me. Today, he says that he and Lesley have been chatting about things.I let the comment go by; hoping he meant that they had been talking about letting Les and I share the darkroom again, but he says no more.This evening, I have been called over to share a drink of homebrew and watch a smut video that he had brought home from work. We often do this and this film is supposed to be special. Not the usual Lesbian film, but one about couples sharing.“Lesley loves this bit!” Dennis teased as we watch two guys undress a woman, she making feeble attempts to stop them. Lesley grins derisively at him, “When did you ever bother about what I like?”“There’s the Lesley we all know and love!” I thought, smiling to myself.Dennis brushed the remark aside and whispered, “She would really like to try it with two men!” he grinned at her as she pretended to be offended at his candid comments.I felt confident and burst out, “I’d love to try that too!”Dennis grinned and looked at her. “I told you!” is all he said.“Don’t start what you can’t finish!” she said to him seriously. I recalled the time we spent in her darkroom many months ago. It must be her favourite phrase.We did nothing else after this but watch the film and joke about how many cocks this woman gets. We also drink lots of Dennis’s beer.Later that night, I lay in bed thinking about what had happened. I realised that I was too reserved. “It’s obvious that she fancies me and that they have been chatting about it together. The next time, I am going to urge things on a bit!” I think.Two days later Dennis comes to my house and chats away in his usual manner and declares that “this next batch of beer is the best ever!” and I should come over this Friday evening to have some.Later, when alone he whispered excitedly, “Lesley says that if you are good, she’ll put on a fashion show for us!”I recognised this as my chance to set the scene. “I hope she doesn’t wear too much!” I joked, hoping it is not taken as a joke.“You’ll see!” he replied grinning in his boyish way, his nostrils flinching as usual when he is close to laughing.On Friday, I went alone to Dennis and Lesley’s and soon Dennis and I are sitting in the lounge watching yet another video and drinking our first glass of beer.“Lesley’s upstairs getting her clothes ready and having a long soak in the bath. You’ll love her tonight!”“Is she going to wear something sexy and see through?” I joked. This time I am confident that we will do more than flirt.“You’ll see!”I felt sure that we could go a lot farther tonight and I am determined not to sit back waiting for things to happen. I intend to push things.Half an hour later, the film finished along with the large container of beer.“Hey Bruce! Put another film in while I get us more of this heavenly juice.” He said using our pretend Australian names; we both call each other Bruce!“Sure thing Bruce!” I reply in the correct mode. Ignoring the titles of the smut films I put one in the VCR. I fast-forward it to avoid the adverts and watch some good action until Dennis returns. This one is about a mature woman (in her 40s), my favourite blue movie, one that Dennis borrowed again just for me.We sit and enjoy the scene as this lovely woman showers and gets into her bed.Lesley joins us at last after more than an hour.“Hell, you must have had a long bath!” I joked at her. “I wish I was your flannel!”The lounge is dark, the thick curtains drawn to block out the summer evening light. Lesley wears a heavy, thick dress, something she had purchased from a charity shop. It was very old fashioned and smelled of mothballs! Dark blue, the heavy cloth hung from the tight waist to her feet; it also went up to her chest, disappearing under a short cloak with a hood. The hood hung loose over Lesley’s hair and framed her face. She walked by us and stood in the centre of the room, blocking the action on the screen, something we had both stopped watching.She stood still and allowed Dennis and I to make comments about her. As all the things were complimentary, she rotated slowly for us. I felt such excitement in my belly, hoping, yet somehow knowing that this could become such a sexy event.Dennis filled the room with adoring compliments to her; I nodded and agreed with all of them, which, I am sure she discarded with all of the usual things that we say to her. This time though, the atmosphere is very different.Lesley smiles at us and slowly walks over to her man. Bending toward him, she picks up the beaker of beer and pours some into his glass. I see him grin at her as he looks down to her chest. I can only imagine what he is seeing.She stands up and turns to me offering me more beer. I drink what is left and nod to her. As she bends forward, she brings out her other hand and clamps the front flaps of the cloak over her chest. I let out bahis firmaları a sigh that showed my disappointment looking at Lesley as she grinned back to me, magnificently superior.I know I am being teased and I thrill at the frustration this causes me.I drink from the glass and Dennis and I look up to Lesley who steps around the room as if she were inspecting the contents. I feel brave as well as cheated. I stand and approach her.“You must be boiling in all these clothes!” I say to her and turn her to face her man. She pulls the cloth tight to her chest again as she looks closely at Dennis. I reach in front and undo the two buttons at her neck that secure the cloak. She holds the cloth tightly; Dennis nods at her to play on.I pull the hood from her head and stand behind her as I smooth her hair back from her face. Standing close to her, I smell the scent of her clean hair. I let out a slight sigh and Lesley leans back just a little into my arms. I whisper to her, “Let go babes!” and try to pull the cloak open.She holds the flaps closed in just one hand but does not try to stop me removing the top. Slowly, I pull the thick cloth apart exposing her shoulders; I can see that her chest in naked and I thrill at the sight of her, still covered but exposed. As I become more persistent, she allows the cloth to fall. I look over her shoulders to Dennis who rubs his hands with c***dish glee, then to her breasts. Heavy, the soft flesh hangs over the bodice of the dress, exposed to our greedy eyes. I stop and enjoy the moment; I pretend that I am giving Lesley time to stop but in fact, I take in the detail of her fine natural shape. My tool is aching with desire and excitement, not solid yet, but in a state that is full of sensuous potential.I look at Dennis and at Lesley. She relaxes more into my arms, her back in my chest, I know things are cool. I whisper to her truthfully that I love her breasts. For the first time, I look at them, nipples long and dark, point at her man in front of us. Bravely, excitedly, I let my hand move in front of her and lift gently the softness of her right breast.“Don’t!” she said to me.“..start anything I can’t finish!” I carried on her phrase.She grinned knowingly at me.“I’ve started,” I said, feeling clever, “and I intend to finish!”I watch her as she looks at Dennis, who nods back to her, lifting his drink and leaning back into the chair, relaxing. His body language said “over to you!”I did not know what to do next. I knew I was ok with her breasts but I wanted to kiss her. As she faced her man, I pulled her back to me so that I could lift and feel both boobs. As she moved into me, my tool rubbed into her buttocks, or at least into the back of her thick velvet dress.I keep looking at Dennis, ready to stop at the first sign of distress or discomfort. I see nothing and continue to enjoy her beautiful breasts. I am no longer able to resist the need to kiss her. I start to kiss her neck and sigh lovingly as I breathe in the subtle scent she wears. She pushes her buttocks into my groin in response as I kiss her neck and the side of her face.Now, I lift the two globes as high as I can and let them slip through my hands until I feel the hard tips in my palm. The feeling sends a shiver through my body and I grip them firmly, crushing her flesh. I love this feeling as the hard tips push into my hands, defiantly, daring me to continue.I want to rip her clothes off and I would do if I did not still feel a little reserved. There is a tension between us, as if we all know what we want to happen but are still afraid to do something wrong. I feel this too, yet it gives a nice edge to my excitement.Instead of taking the lead, I say to Dennis, “I could use a hand here mate!” He gets up reluctantly. I want to get him involved but as he stands in front of us, without coming too close I change my mind.“Hold Lesley’s hands please,” I say, “I don’t want her to trip!”I grip her arms and move them so that I raise her hands in front of her man. As soon as Dennis holds them, I let go of her and step away.“I have to undo these mate!” I say to him “and I can’t see much!”In fact, I just wanted him to be involved and by holding her hands he could stop her from resisting me as I removed her heavy dress. The dress had two tiny buttons at the top, under the back of her neck, followed by many hook and eye clips. As I went down the dress, so it became loose and soon it fell forward, liberating her breasts properly. She stood silently as we gazed at her body, slowly becoming more open to our affectionate eyes.At the last hook, the dress fell from her hips but remained upright, simply supported by the rigid thickness of the cloth, forming a tent shape around her legs. I push it down, and without speaking, Lesley steps from the warm material. Now she stood with just an elegant pair of old fashioned Directorie knickers. Her legs had a pair of calf length stockings, which gripped her legs just under her knees.I’ve never seen a woman in such clothing, the panties show her large buttocks and thighs to perfection. As I kneel behind her, watching her step out of the dress, I feel the heat from her body. I feel so many impulses, which I curb in each case. Now I want to kiss her large buttocks and legs, so attractive are they. I resist, sure that I will be able to enjoy her in full later.As she stands before us, Dennis, still holding her hands, whistles crudely at this new, strange woman. I stand beside him and we gaze at her. She has a classic shape; still losing weight; she has a moderate tummy and thick thighs and buttocks. She does not feel coy or shy in front of me, confident by my response that she is being appreciated as well as adored.Crudely, I grip my solid tool and shake it, making sure that both see me. “I have such a stiffy for her Bruce!” I say using our Oz chatter.“Me too mate!” he declared to us both.Lesley grins at us; the type of negative response she often makes to men would be impossible here. She smiles and looks at the two men before her with lumps in their trousers.“It’s a good job I know what to do with those!” she joked.Instantly, Dennis starts to undress. I follow him and naked, I quickly stand beside Lesley with my knob pointing at her belly. She looked down to my tool and I followed her gaze to see a large glob of clear fluid oozing from my tip. As I step close to her, she grips it and bends it away from her panties giving me such a thrill. I move closer now and as I do, she rubs her fingers over the slippery end, spreading the sticky fluid over my helmet.Dennis joins us and stands predictably beside her, mirroring what I do. I lift her breast again but now I want to explore her panties. I caress her breasts for a while and soon allow my hand over her soft belly. The elastic is tight around her waste but that is ok, I move over the silky smooth cloth.As I move down her belly, she sighs and squeezes my cock in her hand. I am shocked when my hand goes down to her sex. The knickers legs are so loose that my fingers find their way into the confines and into the mass of hair Lesley has; her final protection. Her thighs part for me, yet her feet remain unmoved. My fingers find her moistness instantly. As I slip my middle finger along her slit, she sighs, lets go of my tool and wraps her arm around my neck. Her right leg raises and she opens herself to my greedy touch.I forget Dennis, but I see that he is watching me while his hand lifts her soft breasts; he is awed at what we are doing.I slide my fingers along her slit without penetrating, feeling the sticky liquid coming from her, making me feel powerful, as if she were mine. Crudely, I remove my hand and look at the shinny mess on my fingers, shinning in the glow from the tv, something we have long ago lost interest in. Dennis sees the goo on my hand and breaks away from our action.He pulls her arms to the side and suggests that she lies down. Lesley obliges eagerly and lays on the soft mat in front of the TV. The screen light shines on her body, blue and red at times, making her glow with colours. Dennis makes his way straight to her panties and pulls the material to one side exposing her mass of hair to our eyes.Before I can kneel down, he has his face buried in her hair. Instantly, Lesley sighs. Not once, but continuously, gasping even as he drinks from her hidden hole. I kneel beside her and she grabs my tool, pulling me along her body. I know what she means and I walk on knees to her shoulders. As soon as she can, she rams my cock into her mouth, her tongue flicking furiously over the tip making me gasp with delight.She pushes me deep in her mouth and then slides me out; when at the right position, she flicks her tongue over me sending shivers into my balls. I want to ram it into her throat, but, as is my intention tonight, I allow her to control the action. I watch her as she sucks my tool into her greedy mouth and in turn, I watch as Dennis laps at her hole. He holds her thighs, one in each hand and pushes them as wide as he can. Crudely, Lesley lifts her knees, her feet by his shoulders, so that he can have full access to her sex.I see her shudder silently; “is she cumming already?” I wonder. Her tongue stops moving for a few seconds and she lets out a long sigh. I think she did cum. I feel so excited now. My knob is tingling with so many thrills generated by the mood, by what I see and what I feel.A few seconds later, Lesley resumes her action on my tool, this time holding the shaft with her hand. She gently squeezes the shaft and I feel more clear ooze dribble into her mouth. I don’t know if she can taste the weak flavour of my precum, but she continues to enjoy what we do. Dennis growls in a lewd manner as he devours youwin giriş her dripping sex.I watch in awe as he moves her thighs so that her feet now rest on his shoulders. He lets her thighs go and lifts his back, raising her legs. She allows them to fall apart knees bent, giving her body to him. I see his hands move between her legs, but I do not see what he is doing. It is obvious really as she starts to gasp again when he touches her. Lesley stops sucking as this happens; my tool stuck in her mouth but ignored by her. I reach down to cup her breast; gently, I enjoy the weight of her soft flesh, lifting and squeezing. I can see that her chest and face have a pink glow, beads of sweat cover her brow.Suddenly, she clamps her thighs tightly, forcing Dennis’s head away from her. He knows what is happening and moves proudly from her, lowering her feet to the mat. He moves up to us, the other side of Lesley’s relaxed body and puts his tool in her hand. Lesley moves her face allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth as she looks up at her man.I love it as she smiles up to him, and holds our knobs, one in each hand. Dennis follows my lead and reaches down for her breast; she sighs and rubs her hand up his belly to his chest, a loving gesture.“I want to do that!” I say to her.“Good on yah Bruce!” Dennis grins as he urges me to have a go.As I move away from her, she grips my tool as if to slow me down. I stop my greedy dash and instead bend over her and kiss her gently on her lips. She returns the kiss very briefly so I move down her neck. I see the two mounds of flesh hanging heavily to each side of her chest. I lift both breasts so that they form a small swell on her chest. Two lovely, brown nipples are facing me and I kiss them both in turn. My head is bursting with lust as I nibble the two buds, allowing my teeth to bite gently. I sigh suddenly, as I try to breathe and this sets Lesley sighing too. I want to thrill her body, but in my head I want to make her cum with my tongue. I move down her belly now, crudely licking her skin as I head toward her slit. I push her bent legs down as I move around her, my knob now released by her.I am now in control; I look at her and her man. He smiles at me, urging me to take what I want, she sighing, knowing that I want to taste her intimate body.I crudely pull her ankles apart, the TV shinning its diffuse light over her sex. I see again the mass of black hair, shocking in contrast to her white skin. I love this feeling, I watch her face as she stares at me, knelt between her legs; I stroke my aching knob as she watches me. While I do this, I nudge her thighs wider with my knees, moving slowly toward her open sex.Now, I grip her thighs and crudely push them wide. Pulling the cloth of the flimsy panties away from her, I see that her hairs form two sticky clumps on each side of her slit. I can see her lovely swollen lips clearly now, large and long. I move closer and spend many seconds looking at the detail of her, pulling the lips open by tugging at her wet hair.I can feel her sigh as she tries vainly to close her legs; feeling so vulnerable as my lusty gaze devours her soft sex. I move down to her and breathe in the sweet musky scent of her excitement. I want to keep looking at her but I have to touch her with my tongue. It is my nose that touches her first. Hot and sticky, her slit parts for me. The sensation on my nose is so strangely exciting and now my tongue joins in. Her pussy has very little taste so I let my tongue delve deeply into her hole. I realise that she is gasping as I wriggle my tongue in her tiny sexhole.I lay down now so that I can lick her easily. Her legs drop apart for me as she gives me her most intimate part. As I tease her slit with my tongue and lips, I gaze up at her as she adores her man’s tool. Dennis idly lifts her breasts as he watches me eat her greedily. I realise that I am rubbing my solid tool on the mat, trying to relieve the sensuous ache in my belly.I move my right hand up to her slit, gently, easily pushing my middle finger into her. By its own volition, it curls upward to touch her G-spot, a small patch of firm skin just inside her. As I caress this, I suck her clit and lips into my mouth. I feel the sharp tip of her little bud on my tongue and I repeat her action on me by flicking my tongue over it. Together, my finger and tongue force a gasp from her. Her thighs clamp my head in place as she starts to shake her hips up and down. I feel the muscles in her legs as she tenses, rubbing harder on my face.I thrill at the degree of her response to my sensuous kiss. It thrills me to sense how responsive this woman is. A hand comes down and grips my hair. Thighs grip my head and I feel muscles tighten on my finger. My mouth is filled with liquid as she either cums in my mouth or lets out a jet or two of pee. I hear only the faint, muffled sound of her gasping as she enjoys my kiss.I let out the liquid in my mouth and it pours down her slit, between her buttocks and into her loose panties, spilling out onto the mat. The hand pulling my hair suddenly pushes my head away from her. I lift myself and allow her thighs to clamp tightly on her sex, covering, protecting.I repeat Dennis’s actions and walk on my knees up to her side. This time, she ignores us and curls her legs upward, eyes closed, unaware for a few moments of us two guys.I look at him, almost twins, we kneel at her side, two aching erections hovering over her body. I whisper to him that I have never felt so excited.“I knew she’d be good!” he said back to me, so that she could hear. “We should take a break now Bruce, so that she can prepare for more.”Strangely, a break seemed appropriate, even though I would have happily rammed my tool into her and filled her with my lust.Dennis moves from us and brings back a beer glass from the small table by the chairs. Unlike his normal behaviour, he first offers the glass to Lesley. She nods and tries to sit up. I help her and Dennis greedily gulps beer from the glass.“Save some for us!” she growls at him, for being so impatient.When she is seated between us, he offers her the glass and she sips from it. Holding on to the glass, she takes many sips. As she gains control of her shaken body, she starts to take longer sips. The sweet liquid runs from the glass into her happy mouth. I see that she will finish the last of the beer, so I move over to the table and pick the glass I had been using. Still full of the beer that Lesley had served to me, I take a long gulp. The cool liquid rolls around in my belly, spreading comfort and warmth within me. I guess that Lesley feels this too. I offer her the glass and take the empty from her. I can’t move away again so I place it on top of the TV. As she drinks, I sit beside her and urge Dennis to do the same.We both cuddle her in our arms as we snuggle close. She pulls her knees up to her chest and wraps her arms around them, sitting like a young girl. Our eyes are drawn up to the TV and we see my favourite film female again.Mature, in her forties and very pretty, she is in a room with her husband and another man. It sinks in that they are reflecting us in their actions. I pull her close and whisper to Lesley, “she loves this bit!” The film shows a scene similar to ours where the two men kiss and adore her, undressing her and explore her exposed body.“Maybe I should have paid more attention to his films.” Lesley said, waving her hand in Dennis’s direction. “I might have discovered this ages ago!”“You’ve always fancied two men!” Dennis replied, laughing.“It’s not the sort of thing you do everyday though, is it?” She giggled back, relaxing again.I look at her as she sips more of the beer. I gaze at her breasts, visible between her chest and knees; hanging sexily, waiting for more attention.On the screen, the woman, much slimmer, rolls on top of her husband’s friend as she guides his tool into her. Her man watches, as does the film audiences, as the long rod stretches her cleanly shaved slit. As the tool fills his woman, he kisses her buttocks and slides his tongue over her little bum. The scene plan is obvious.“I don’t want anything like that!” Lesley stated, as if she wanted to get this thing straight. Anal sex had not even entered my head as a possibility here, so I let the comment go. Maybe it is meant for her man!We watched the threesome for a few more minutes and finished the beer. I snuggled up to Lesley, she put her arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to her. Dennis leaned onto her side and wrapped an arm around her knees, still bent up in front of her. I sensed her looking at me as I watched the lovely woman on the screen.Turning to her, she leaned forward and kissed my lips as if to pull me away from the video fantasy. It was a soft and gentle kiss, full of affection yet not inhibited by the presence of her man. I want to kiss her still, so I caress her chin softly and hold her still as I kiss her lips in return. I kiss her many times, short gentle touches with my lips on hers. She sighs, I breathe in her gentle breath, filling my lungs with hers; the hint of alcohol filling my senses with desire.I let my tongue touch her upper lip, slightly parted; I feel her white teeth as I brush close to her. I repeat the move, each time I linger on her lips. Now, I gently nudge my tongue into her mouth. She does nothing but sigh. I smooth my hand on her face, moving toward her mouth from her cheek. As I softly touch the inside of her mouth, she lets out gentle sighs.I know she feels good. Dennis watches the TV, maybe unaware of the affection that we are sharing. In a strange, spontaneous gesture, I push my tongue under her top lip and over her teeth. It is such perabet a strange thing to do, yet it thrills me. I sense her head shudder as I do this, and I do not want to stop.I move beside her so that I can face her. My tongue is permitted to continue, in a second or two, her hand rests on my arm urging me on. I push my tongue over her teeth to her gums, farther still until I feel where her cheek joins. The kiss is so intimate, that I cannot stop it. Lesley gasps in my mouth repeatedly as I do this and I sense that she is responding to my sensuous kiss.In a while, our mouths close over each other and we begin a slow and long kiss, filled with affection and desire. I cup her face with both hands and kiss her, still slowly, but now fully, with love and passion. Her hand rests on my arm still, mesmerised.We move together, slowly falling back. Dennis looks at us and moves to the side, giving us room. I do not sense any anger at our kiss, so I continue. Lesley pulls me over her body and I part my legs so that my knees rest on the mat at her sides.Dennis moans at the sight of us like this and mumbles something we don’t hear. I go on with my kiss and Lesley holds my neck with both hands. As we kiss, her hips rub into mine, my solid tool squeezes between her clamped legs. I push my elbows to the mat and slide them together, squeezing her breasts up to my chest. As I slide my body over hers, the dampness of sweat between us makes our skins slippery. I rub my hips against hers now and I tease her with my hard rod, nudging it against her crotch.She pulls my head to hers now, as she parts her thighs. I lift my weight to my knees and allow her legs to open by lifting one knee at a time. Now I am between her legs again. I can’t see this, but I can visualise my cock, pointing crudely at her slit. I move forward and feel the protective layer of silk over her.Quickly, I reach down and pull the cloth to one side. I still do not see, but confidently, I move the tip to her sex. Like a marksman, my tip nudges into her slippery slit. I flench my muscles so that my rod flips up and down; it rubs along her wet lips making her gasp beneath me, filling my lungs with her breath.Slowly, I push; my progress is stopped by her pubic bone, but as I push, the tip of my tool slips downward and suddenly fills her entrance as we get closer. The heat from her shocks me; I stop like this, hovering in the air above her, as if the only connection was her sex and my cockhead.I feel her hips shudder and so I lower myself onto her; pinning her down with my hips and my knob. She is so wet that I slide into her effortlessly. As I fill her, so her hips shudder in an uncoordinated movement. I sense the tightness of her hole as I fill her completely.I move in and out a few times and soon, my tool is buried in her flesh. I want to ram her hard and fast, but again, ignoring my own desire, I lie still on her and take in the sensations of our bodies as our excitement grows. In this way, I feel her sex muscles as they twitch uncontrolled by her. In response, my own knob jerks and flenches in her boiling smooth tube.I gradually press into her and feel the wetness around her swollen lips, leaving damp coolness around my stump and hanging balls. As I push, so she meets me and lifts her hips so that our bodies press tightly. I realise that we have been kissing for a minute or two and I start to move my tongue in her mouth.As we kiss like this, our bodies take over the action and slowly, we start to make love. I am aware of the coolness from the air around my tool as I withdraw. We move together again and I concentrate on the feeling of her tiny hole as I slide into her. I enjoy the feeling of my tool, as if it were much longer than normal as I slowly fill her repeatedly.After a few deep strokes, Lesley lifts her legs and plants her feet next to my knees. This allows her to raise her hips in time with my penetrating stroke. Slowly, we both move in time. It seems as if we both want to fuck furiously, but both control our action so that it is deliberate and accurate.As we get our movement coordinated, so we feel each other better. I withdraw completely, knowing that my tool will find her entrance easily. As I lower again, so my tool slips gently into her belly. I feel the swollen flesh of her excited lips around my shaft and then the sharpness of her clit on my pubic bone. I hold my body on hers when I feel this and I know that she is close to her climax. Her hands push my back down on her, guiding me, urging me to crush her flesh with mine. I want to feel her tight hole on my shaft so I pull out again and enjoy the sensation of her inner landscape caressing me; rippling over my rod.I feel her tighten as I fall on her and this time she flips her feet on my thighs. With her hands she pushes me onto her and I thrill at the sensations she can feel. I allow her to hold me down and push a little more so that I crush her sexflesh. I feel her hole ripple and shudder over my tool as I hold it deep inside her. She gasps again and I breathe in her alcohol and sex scented breath.Kissing passionately, we stiffen our bodies as she climaxes. I try not to move but instead allow our flesh to rule. As she shudders beneath me, I feel the strong urge to cum, as my balls release their seed into my belly. I feel that I may delay it if I remain still, but my tool is responding to her body and mind, not mine.Suddenly, my tool jerks again, and seems to grow even longer in her; my seed rushes from me and fills her tight hole. I cannot even start to move in her and I realise that we are both immobilised by our lust. My boiling spunk splashes her inner belly and fills her with my love and desire. Her heels dig into my thighs, immobilising, thrillingly painful.I can feel my chest slide over her trapped breasts, both of us soaked in our own sweat. We continue to kiss as we share the most intense sensations. Our bellies are wet and slippery too, as are our thighs; any part of our bodies that touch, are soaked in desire and lust.In a few moments, we both relax, as if given a cue. We did not move when we climaxed, and still we do not move, but we both relax. This seems to amplify the sensations that we have; I am aware that my tool has softened inside her yet it still thrills with her tightness and heat.We stop kissing and I move my head so that I rest on her shoulder. She pulls me close in a maternal way, smoothing her hand over my neck and down my back. As we lay like this, I feel her twitching hole gently grip my softening rod.Slowly, we become aware of Dennis once more and I realise that he will want his turn. I try not to move as I want this to go on longer. As Dennis is silent, I remain still and just enjoy the closeness I feel to this woman.After a few minutes, I sense Dennis as he strokes his woman, his hand reaching between our bodies to squeeze her breast. I start to move, but as I give way to him, I squeeze her shoulders and kiss her cheek as if to tell her that I still want her. Lesley strokes my back as I move beside her, comforting me.As I sit up, Dennis gives me my beer glass, still half full and before I can nod at him, he lies on his wife and teases her with crude phrases. Lesley smiles at him and they kiss, as if I were not here. I kneel comfortably beside them and drink the beer. I hear Dennis comment on the wetness of her body as he mounts her. In a moment he is deep in her body, arms take his weight so that we can look down to her. Her wet breasts hang to the sides of her chest and one hand lifts up to touch his chest.She allows the other hand to fall on my knee and now I still feel part of her. I relax even more and watch as she responds to her husband. I see them move together in an expert, well rehearsed way, him looking down at his soaked tool as he rams it into her. Light from the TV shines on her wet belly and breasts; I take in as much detail as I can.After a few minutes, I sense a change in Lesley’s responses and Dennis recognises what is happening to her. He changes his stroke so that he can precisely match her movements. Her hand leaves my leg and rests with the other, on his chest. Her body stiffens under him and I know what is happening. I look down between them but see little now as his stroke is shorter, but I know that she close to another orgasm.I thrill at this sight but best of all is the expert way that Dennis moves over her as she starts to climax. I hear her grunt wildly now, and Dennis slams into her as hard as he can, very different from the way we made love just a few minutes earlier.Her back bends up and she pushes her groin into his. Eyes closed as if in agony, she shudders into another thrill as her man guides her. Cleverly, Dennis rubs himself deep inside her and pushes at the right moment to maximise her pleasure. They are almost separate now, joined only by their sexes, he pounding on her and she urging him into her gripping hole.Suddenly, she freezes and they both hover in the air, his knees and hands on the mat, her shoulders and heels on the mat. I know I am forgotten by them as they drown in their love sensations. She breathes only in gasps and her fingers dig into his hips where she holds him tightly. Then, she guides him down as her legs weaken. Gently, they land again on the mat and now Dennis withdraws from her, his cock still solid and very long.Lesley lies beneath him and sighs happily. Her face is turned toward me, but her eyes are closed. She breaths rapidly and we watch her chest a she moves in ecstatic after-thrills of love. I move back a little so that I can see the scene clearly. I sit on the floor, my back against a chair and watch this incredible couple.I know I will return to this, and that our games will always be exciting. What I do not realise yet is the way in which we will relate in the future. Appropriately, at this time, the video ceases, and the flesh colours on Lesley’s body are replaced by the harsh whiteness of the picture-less, snowy screen.

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