She reached shyly for my shirt, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the floor. I had left my jeans in the other room so I was now wearing nothing but my favourite blue lace Victoria Secret bra and matching panties. I had pulled my hair into a loose ponytail to keep it out of my way. I am nothing if not practical.
I moved closer to her, sliding my hands under her shirt to lightly stroke her back. She closed her eyes for another kiss and I pulled her towards me, pressing our lips and torsos together. I lost myself for a moment in the play of our tongues, my fingers feeling for the buttons of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin against mine.
The last button undone, I pushed open her shirt and moaned softly when I felt her naked breasts graze my chest. I cupped them in my hands, brushing against her nipples while we kissed, her hands resting on my arms. She gasped when I squeezed her nipple and I moved to her mouth again. She tasted faintly of mint toothpaste and her tongue felt hot as it twirled along my own. She reached around my back and I felt her unclasp my bra. She slid it down my arms and then our breasts were pressing together. I bent to suck at one of her nipples and she let out a low moan. I flicked my tongue at the other before running it up her neck to bite gently below her ear.
She ran a hand along my hip to my bum pressing our pelvises together and we kissed again more passionately, all tongues, teeth, and hands, gasping softly when either of us reached a sensitive spot.
I suddenly remembered the other person in the room and chuckled as I broke the kiss. Liane opened her eyes, looking at me questioningly. “Matt,” I said simply. “I forgot about him for a second.” I shrugged apologetically and told her, “Kissing you is rather distracting.”
She smiled and looked over to her husband. Though his blindfold was still secure, his cock was now hard against his pelvis and his hands were stiff at his sides. I guess we hadn’t been particularly quiet.
“Were you enjoying listening to us, Matt?” I asked, grinning cheekily at Liane.
“I’d love to be able to watch,” he replied somewhat wistfully.
“Now, don’t be greedy,” Liane scolded him, though she walked over to kiss him briefly on the lips.
“Hmm,” I began thoughtfully, “perhaps we could give you a bit more to listen to. Liane, why don’t you go lie down next to him?”
She moved around to the other side and lay on her back next to her husband, their hands barely touching. I slipped out of my panties and climbed on the bed near her feet.
“Let’s see if you can imagine what I’m doing to Liane just from the sounds,” I said to Matt. I spread her legs slightly apart and positioned myself between them. I blew gently on her hair and bent to kiss her inner thigh, running my tongue along it, moving slowly towards her pussy. I could smell her arousal and see that she was already wet. Looking up the length of her body, I could see that her eyes were closed but her head was turned slightly towards Matt.
Using my thumbs, I opened the folds of her vulva and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I moved my tongue softly towards her clit. I teased around it, first along one side and then the other. From the corner of my eye, I could see her hand clutching Matt’s.