Wicked Sinners

[This is, by far, not my best work; but I haven’t done much fictional writing in a while. Trying to turn the gears again, so let me know what you think.]

WICKED SINNERS

It was entirely wrong, but as the finger tips of his calloused hands slipped under the top seam of her shorts and began sliding them down her legs, it felt so wickedly delightful. She leaned against the sink as his warm lips kissed the bare flesh of her legs, her dark eyes trying to avoid the gaze of her husband who sat across the room from them.

It was the first time in 10 years that another man was getting to undress her, and her heart was racing a mile per minute. This was what her husband wanted, and admittedly, so did she. He’d join them in a few minutes, but for right now, she was free of the wedding vows.

Those rough hands, like smooth leather, moved their way up her slender frame. They slipped under her shirt, moving slowly up her sides and towards her breasts. His fingers would soon be around her nipples, and he’d feel just how delighted she was.

Her husband sat naked on the couch across from her, his hand stroking his penis. In a strange way, seeing him enjoying it all was both an insult and a temptation for more.

Warm breath struck the smooth flesh of her back. His hands cascaded down her frame once more, and started to unfasten his belt and jeans. She had felt the protrusion pressing against her, and she was getting heavy between the legs anticipating feeling it in the flesh.

Her husband was stroking his own manhood quicker now. He could last forever without her help, but she wanted to tease him a bit more.

She heard his pants drop to the floor behind her, and she narrowed her dark eyes towards her husband. Her face raging with a now untamable fire.

“Wait,” she suddenly said, “just hold up a minute.”

The sound of her voice took her husband by surprise. He looked at her worriedly. “Is everything okay, baby?”

“Yep.” She said back, unemotionally, and turned her body away from her husband. She lifted off her shirt, standing completely bare in front of her hardened admirer. “I just want you to watch your friend first.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, vanishing out of sight of her husband. With her slender face and dark eyes looking up towards him, she slowly moved her tongue up the shaft of his penis. He was much larger than her husband, but she’d never tell.

Her gentle lips wrapped around the thick flesh of his erection. She started slow, savoring the taste of a once forbidden fruit, and then began moving faster. His expression and breathing revealed that he was enjoying it.

She envisioned what it looked like from her husband’s view on the couch. One of his closest friends, upper torso being the only visible parts of his friend’s body above the counter, knowing that his own wife was down below it…sucking, savoring, loving the taste of new flesh in her mouth. It was going to drive her husband wild, but that’s what he wanted.

Her fingers wet with her own delight, she finally rose above the sink again. She only caught a quick glance of her husband before his friend locked lips with her and pressed her firmly against his solid body.

She hadn’t expected this. Sex was one matter, but kissing was borderline love…and seeing his firm body bare before her own, she wanted more of the sex. She pulled away from his lips, a hand on his hardest part, and turned back towards her husband.

Their eyes locked, as she felt the thick flesh of his friend’s manhood slid up into her. Her husband looked both defeated and triumphant, stroking his own part, holding it snuggly in his palm. He watched her rise and fall, and she moaned delightfully.

The night passed so quickly it seemed. Morning light breaking, coffee brewing, three friends now sitting about talking. Finally their guest stood up and started walking towards the door.

“It was a great night,” he said as he put on his coat, “let’s do it again sometime, huh?”

“Sounds good to me.” Her husband said.

She sipped a bit of her coffee, making her night robe adjust itself tauntingly, and cast her dark eyes at him. “I’m down for another go around.”

There was a brief silence, their friend returning her gaze just as slyly. “Well, we’ll see y’all at eleven, I guess. I think it’s Communion today, isn’t it?”

“I think so.” Her husband answered.

“Good,” he replied, “lots of sins to confess this time around.”

“Yep,” she said as she glanced at them both, “I suppose we’re all a bit…sinful, now.” She sipped her coffee, glancing wickedly at them both.

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