I widened Matt’s legs and flattened myself to the bed, allowing Liane to continue her attentions on his shaft, while I returned to his balls. I could tell from his breathing that he was enjoying the activity and Liane seemed to be quite comfortable – and aroused, judging from the way she kept pressing her legs together.
I sat up and moved quietly off the bed. Liane looked up at me and I pointed to Matt’s blindfold with a questioning look. She considered briefly, then nodded. I slid it off and he blinked at the light. While still fairly dim, it would seem bright after being blindfolded for so long.
“Never say we’re not accommodating to your wishes,” I told him with a grin. He grinned back, his eyes moving from one naked body to the next.
“Liane,” I suggested, “put him inside you for a moment.” I could see that her cheeks were flushed. She obligingly straddled her husband, positioning him with one hand and sliding down his penis. She closed her eyes for a moment when he was fully inside of her and then started to move.
“Slowly,” I told her and she eased her pace, eyes still closed. Matt gripped her hips with his hands, watching his cock move in and out of his wife rhythmically. I knelt back onto the bed and leaned in to flick at Liane’s nipple with my tongue. She groaned. I rolled the other one with my fingers as I sucked and nibbled gently. I thought she might be getting close and I still had some plans for all three of us.
“Liane,” I said firmly, “stop.” I wasn’t sure if she’d listen to me but she did. She immediately stilled her movements and turned towards me. I smiled and leaned in to give her a kiss. I had intended it to be a quick one, but it turned into a much longer exploration of tongues and roaming of hands. Fingers found each of my nipples, rolling and tugging at them, one hand distinctly softer than the other.
I finally broke away with an effort and said to Liane, ” We should clean him off a bit.” She looked puzzled for a moment but quickly caught what I had in mind. She moved to the other side of his legs so that we were kneeling on either side of him. I leaned towards his cock, holding her gaze and she did the same. We slowly licked his length, tasting her juices mixed with his. Matt was rock hard, pre-cum oozing from his tip. I wondered if he was having difficulty holding back.
I sat up, idly running my fingers along Liane’s back to the base of her spine and back up to tangle in her hair. She had taken his cock into her mouth again and was slowly moving up and down, holding the base with one hand. I needed her attention. I gathered her hair in one hand and pulled gently. She lifted up to look at me.
“Should we put him out of his misery yet?” I asked her.
She considered for a moment, looking first at Matt, then back at me. “Soon,” she said. “But there is one more thing we need to do first.”
Curious, but pleased at her initiative, I told her: “You’re in charge, then.”
Liane had that sly smile on her face that I was coming to enjoy so very much. “Get on your hands and knees, Kate,” she ordered. I moved to the centre of the bed and positioned myself as she had asked, wondering what she had in mind. She placed herself in front of me, legs bent, her head on the pillows and her pussy directly between my hands. Works for me, I thought. I lowered my head towards her, but she grabbed it with both hands.