Chapter 7. Round 3. Friday Night - Hunger In The Night

My husband got in about four hours of sleep with me before the persistent erotic dreams firmed him up into something we could both work with.

For me, after sleeping a good deal of the day, I was never more than half-asleep during those first four hours, and as he stiffened I was already awake and feeling frisky. Maybe lightly stroking his friendly handle and rubbing my bottom against him helped things to firm up, speeding his path from deep sleep to a more entertaining state of awareness.

Okay, I may had made a few little noises, a quiet “Umm” or a deep sigh, which might have helped. Darkness would soon give way to the approaching false dawn. There was enough light so I saw a bit of the reflection from where Roger’s eyes were looking at me from the other bed. The rest of his face and body remained in deep shadow, but his eyes reflected bright desire in the night. I made a little bit of a slow ruckus turning my body, carefully exposing all my front and back curves to our guest in the darkness. His eyes in the dark followed my every move.

As my husband became aware he knew that I had an idea. He rolled on his side, slightly on his back, his erection was visible standing stiff. “What ... mischief ... do you desire, honey sweet?” he whispered. Well, that was a little like asking a child in an ice cream store to pick one. So many flavors, how could she decide what she wanted as the first scoop on a two-scoop cone? Especially if she was a bad girl?

In this case I decided that I was eager to make a bit of a spectacle of myself. “Umm ... I had something in mind that would not take much adjustment.” I purred, “You have had such a long hard day dealing with all those mulish bean counters and obstinate ops droids, I want you to just stay where you are. Enjoy ... and leave the nasty work to me. Since we have an audience I thought to put on a bit of a show, I so rarely get such a chance to let the bad girl out in front of company. Do you mind?”

“Of course not honey, that sounds very tasty.”

“‘Tasty?’ Well, maybe that is the plan for a very saucy act two. Maybe, if you just do the half-nelson thing, you know how I like you to hold me close ... then leave the rest to me. Okay?”

“Such a sexy, clever wife ... and so considerate of a friendly audience.”

“Close friends darling, very close ... special ... intimate fucking friends.”

My husband was on his right side. I rolled to my right side, then backed up my butt like that until my back, bottom and right leg were all pressed tight against him. He is tall enough, and we are both limber. I was wet enough, and he was hard enough. After I moved we were in contact from his chest to his right knee.

I lifted my left leg over and around Tracy’s left thigh, hooking him and pulling him tight to me. Lifting my leg opened up my crotch so his cock popped out from between my legs. With an undulating hip movement and the clever use of my hands I slipped the head of his cock into my body from behind. The shaft followed. Once I had him in he shifted his left arm to embrace me like a python, slipping under my left armpit, up the front of my left shoulder then back along my neck to the side and back of my neck, drawing my body tight to his in a wrestling move: a half-nelson. He made this move slowly, like a snake slowly encircling my body, embracing me. At the same time I widened my thighs and canting my hips, putting my pussy more on display with the cock inside. As his grip tightened his cock nosed in deeper. As the hold of my leg tightened I was pressed against him so we both leaned back. Meanwhile his sneaky right arm tunneled under my body and set about boldly molested my tits, squeezing and mauling them, it looked right on the edge of abuse but he knew my limits, despite looking abusive it felt good to both of us. It took a few moments, but now we were both leaning back at a slight angle. I was on display a little like a bug or moth pinned on a base. My husband took the opportunity to indulge his lips with my neck and, burrowing into my hair where he found my delicate ear.

This position was unusual, it was not too deep but that worked well with slow, steady movements, like a constricting snake slowly tightening on its prey. I am sure that the arrangement was great in the dim light, it was strange, alien-looking, but it was kind of ‘out there’ sex as far as what Roger could see.

I liked it now because, the way the small night lights were arranged, my body was very explicitly on display as I was clearly getting fucked to those piercing eyes across the room, I was exposed as I was being fucked in what suggested a very “used/abused” position. Roger’s eyes were drinking the sights like he was burning a memory, something to keep in mind to warm him as the cold Arctic winds of Canada tore across Lake Erie to freeze his home in northern New York.

Roger was probably too short to pull this move off with me. But the memory of seeing me being fucked this way, shown off for his eyes in the night, would last. Besides, someday he might find himself in bed trying to make a memory with a shorter, slimmer female.

There was a liquid, squelching sound as Tracy’s cock began to move in the increasing juices of my pussy. With my right hand I touched myself where Tracy entered me, just a touch to spread my fleshy folds and focus Roger’s attention on where we were joined to make ourselves one body, as a loving couple should.

Roger’s eyes were eating up the sight of my body’s carnal delights. He knew that soon I would come to him for more of the same. My husband was almost entirely out of sight behind me. Mainly Roger could see just see his right hand ravishing my breasts, his lips feasting on my neck, and his cock’s shaft drilling into the opening between my labial lips.

The position was pretty shallow penetration, but we discovered early on how shallow movement stimulated my entrance and some nerves at the head of my passage, so the foreshortened motion cycle was very good for me right at my entrance.

For just a moment I flashed at that little bit of our joining that was exposed. I imagined lovely Ariel on her knees next to the bed, her tongue extended as she licked along the Tracy’s exposed shaft between my labials, as well as my lips and my clit exposed, waiting for the tip of her tongue so they could dance. Ariel and I talked every three days or so, and sex came up often as the topic of conversation. She was still a virgin, but she was working on her Father to allow her to change that with somebody he could trust and respect. I got the feeling that she was winning him over to the idea based on family participation after the fact. After all, how many American girls of 18 and a half years are still virgins? I saw a report that in the US the average age of giving it up is around 16, give or take 3 months based on gender.

Then my mind wandered to what would come next to my aroused privates. My pleasures were doubled as I thought of strolling over to the other bed and plopping my sloppy dripping pussy on Roger’s face as Tracy watched. I would enjoy pleasures from both men. Absent-mindedly I used hand to display my open pussy and then moved to lightly cup my tit. This was in contrast to Tracy’s rougher play, as he mauled and pulled on my other breast.