I wondered how much he would thank my son if he saw what was going on.
Doug had worked himself around behind Gail and pressed his boner against her butt cheeks so it rode up between them. He encircled her waist with one arm.
She tried to shake him off, but couldn’t while trying to maintain a conversation with her husband.
Doug’s other hand weighed and rubbed each breast, then drifted down her stomach. Gail’s free hand tried to stop him, but he eventually reached her crotch. And Gail’s hand fell away.
Doug’s middle finger worked front to back a few times, then neatly disappeared.
My son was fingering Gail. He had his finger inside her vagina.
Gail’s head went back and her mouth opened but no words came out. Until she said, “Please … please.”
Doug let her go and she turned her back to the camera and finished talking with Vance. Doug reached down to the camera and turned it toward the couch. The coffee table was just a few feet from the couch.
That’s when the video changed shots to another camera that must have been in the bookcase behind the couch. It showed Doug turn the other camera, and gave a shot across the room of Gail.
Doug sat on the couch. You could see him from the shoulders up.
Gail finished her call and lay the phone down on the coffee table. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Come sit with me,” Doug said.
“No. We’re done. That was my husband for God’s sake. I’m on the phone with him and you’re messing around like that!”
“Come sit with me, just for a minute.”
“No.”
The camera switched back to the one on the coffee table and showed Doug sitting there still with a massive hardon.
“You’re not going to leave me like this, are you. Don’t you want to see me cum?” Doug asked.
“I can’t do that.”
“You’ve already had your hand on me,” Doug reasoned. “Just a few more strokes
“Just a few more? Are you sure?”
“Just a few more. Looking at you and feeling you has got me almost cumming. Please finish what you started.”
There was rustling and Gail came into view. She started to sit next to Doug, but he said, “Let me suck your tits one more time and pulled her in front of him. she leaned over and he sucked one then the other, then pulled her off balance so she fell forward and had to catch herself by placing a knee on either side of Doug’s hips.
Gail now was straddling Doug. He continued to suck her tits. She struggled to get up for a second then looked to the ceiling and enjoyed the moment.
Doug reached around and began massaging her buttocks, pulling and kneading them.
“We have to stop. This is dangerous,” she said.
Doug pulled her lower and she slid until she was sitting on his stomach as he slouched. His penis now was nestled between her butt cheeks. The movements of his hips drew it down and then back up. Then again.
“Please … no … don’t.” But she wasn’t trying to get away.
The angle must have been dragging her pussy across the base of his cock, pubic bone, and public hair. Her hips started small movements of their own. These increased in range and speed.
Doug started kissing her again and it became more and more vigorous.