At the top of the stairs, I got a better look at this girl. She said her name was Liz. She was slim, petite, with clear skin, blond hair, and big black secretary glasses. Her boobs didn’t appear to be big, but I could tell they were at least a handful, and her legs seemed sexy. All in all, I was pretty pleased and turned on. She invited me in, and pointed down the dimly lit hallway to the living room. As she closed the door and I started to walk that way, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a guy in the living room, putting the TV remote on the coffee table! I stopped, turned to Liz, and asked her what the hell this was all about. I was pretty pissed. She gently touched my back, told me to relax, and said it was her fiancé, and that he just wanted to watch. I hesitated for a few seconds, then decided to just roll with it, so I headed into the living room. The guy was actually really cool, introduced himself, shook my hand, apologized for the deception, and said that he loves to watch his girl in action with strangers and tell her what to do while he watches and jacks off in the corner. The idea turned me on, because it was exactly what I liked to do with Aimee.
I was invited to sit down next to Liz on the sofa, and her fiancé, Jack, sat in an armchair across the room. The lights were dim, some porn was playing softly on the TV, and a few vibrators were lying on the coffee table. Jack had a beer, and Liz had a yellow drink of some kind. She seemed nervous, but both of them seemed like really cool people. Anyway, after about 10 minutes of idle and somewhat boring chit chat, Jack took control, and told me to kiss Liz. I took her head in my left hand, and pulled her towards me, my tongue finding hers. My right hand ran down her back, realizing that her robe was silk. She smelled so good, I could feel myself getting hard. She was wearing fishnet stockings, too, and high heels, which I hadn’t noticed before. We kissed for a minute or so, and then Jack told me to slide off her robe, which I did. She looked so sexy in revealing black lingerie and fishnet stockings. I loved it! As I was drinking in the view, Jack asked me what I thought, to which I simply replied, “Very sexy”.
He then told me to start rubbing her pussy through her panties, and as I did so, she started breathing a little faster. She was already wet, and I could feel how moist she was as soon as my fingers made contact. Very soon, she was gently pushing up against my fingers, then she took my hand and placed it on her left boob, which, as I said, was a nice little handful. She then leaned in an we started to kiss again, and her left hand found my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans. I was hard and could feel myself pulsing against the resistance of my clothes. As I pulled away from the kiss, I glanced at Jack, and realized he had taken off his pants and was slowly stroking his cock. I knew how he must have felt, as excited as I was to watch my wife fucking someone else. Jack’s next instruction was simply, “Go for it, guys”.