Mike excused himself to use the washroom and Liam suggested they move to the living room to finish the rest of the wine. Kayleigh brought her glass over and sat next to her husband on the couch. He lifted his arm and gestured for her to snuggle next to him. She curled up her legs and leaned into him, turning her face up for a kiss. She was a bit surprised when it morphed into a passionate mingling of tongues. She heard herself moan softly and could feel him smile against her lips.
He idly brushed his fingers along the curve of her breast and murmured, “So what would you think of taking care of Mike’s needs?” He kissed along the length of her neck, whispering, “It makes me so hot to think of you with him, Kay. I want to watch you with him – see him make you come. Does that turn you on, too?” His tongue drew a line up towards her ear and she shivered as it reached a particular sensitive spot.
Kayleigh could feel her nipples tingling from the kisses and the featherlight caresses of his fingers through her dress. She thought of Mike kissing and licking them and a slow ache began to grow between her thighs. Liam’s hand dropped to her thigh, tracing the hem of her skirt. She found her own hand drifting almost involuntarily towards the bulge in his jeans when she heard the bathroom door open. She snatched her hand back, flustered and aroused as Mike walked into the living room.
Kayleigh cleared her throat and blushed as she noticed Mike’s eyes stray to Liam’s hand on her breast. She stood abruptly and moved past him, muttering, “Be right back.” Her bare feet padded quickly along the wooden floorboards to the washroom. She closed the door and leaned against it. I want this, she thought and brushed her fingers across her nipple, hard beneath her clothes. She used the facilities and stared for a long moment at herself in the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink. Her flushed face and shining eyes told her that she was more than a little tipsy but perhaps that was for the best. Despite what Kate thought, Kayleigh knew she was inhibited when it came to sex.
She opened the door and stepped into the hallway, hearing quiet murmurs from the two men. She wondered if Liam had a plan for this because she had no idea how to proceed. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest; she was sure it must be audible from the other room. Her skin tingled, feeling tight and sensitive and she recalled the signs of arousal she had noticed in the washroom. She had discovered that she was already wet, her clit engorged. She walked slowly into the living room, noticing that Liam had dimmed the lights. Her husband stood as she entered and moved towards her. Mike was sitting on the couch, one foot resting on the other knee, with a rather intent gleam in his eye.
Liam’s arms folded around her confidently and she relaxed into his familiar embrace, raising her lips to meet his and closing her eyes. His hands stroked and kneaded her buttocks, pressing her pelvis into him. She could feel the hard bulge of his cock through his jeans. The kiss was deep and long, his hands exploring her hips and back, moving up towards her breasts. She felt him push aside a fold of her wraparound dress, exposing her bra. She thought to herself, this is really happening, and forced herself to stop thinking. She tensed for a moment but was quickly distracted as her husband slipped his thumb into the cup of her bra, reaching for her nipple. He pulled her breast free and bent his head to the hard nub, licking and sucking at it until her head fell back and she gasped. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and Liam always gave them appropriate attention during their lovemaking.