As we prepared for our evening out, Lisa and I were not really looking forward
to it. We didn't go out much since our children were born and had become use to
our evening in enjoying each others company. Whenever we where invited to
friends or family it always seemed an imposition on our time, but we normally
ended up enjoying ourselves. But this particular evening was different as we
were not going to friends for dinner or a small social gathering, we were going
to a party. We had tried to get out of it but our friends were insistent,
encouraging us with exotic tails of people, drink and dancing. It seemed more of
an incentive not to go, a fact that brought amusement to my wife and I after
they had gone, appreciating how old we had become even though we had only just
turned thirty. But forced into a corner we had accepted and unable to think up
any excuses in the week before the event, our friends arrived to pick us up. We
tried to be as excited as they were on the way but the more they described the
evening ahead the more despondent Lisa and I became about the whole thing. When
we arrived it was all they had said it was. An old house had been taken over and
converted into a Party house, each room had been cleared and allocated for the
one night. It was only friends and friends of friends that knew about it but the
whole house seemed to be heaving with people. The house shook with the beat of
the music that blared from the open windows but as all the buildings nearby were
boarded up and empty there seemed few people who would complain. The main room
of the house was the dance floor with the disco equipment and DJs set up in an
adjoining room. The Kitchen had been set up as a sort of bar where you could buy
cans of beer if you hadn't brought your own. As our friends disappeared into the
crowds of gyrating people, Lisa and I propped ourselves up in the kitchen unable
to talk over the noise of the music and quickly downed a few cans to try and
loosen ourselves up. We eventually headed for the garden where a bonfire had
been lit with party goers standing around and talking. This seemed more our
thing and we were soon making polite conversation with a group of people as we
watched the hypnotic flames and drank our beers. I was talking to one bloke, who
must have been about my age, how this wasn't really our scene and we preferred a
little more quite and sedate style of party. We laughed about it for a while
talking of getting old and how we now sounded just like our parents did when we
were young and how we would laugh at them swearing we would never end up the
same. As the conversation drew to it conclusion he said we ought to check out
the 'restroom' and pointed to a hole in the fence that lead to the next door
garden. He said we could grab a seat and 'chill out' till our friends were ready
to go. As the group broke up and wandered back to the party, I grabbed Lisa and
headed through the hole in the fence. The next door garden was deserted, the
only light from the back door of the derelict house. We wandered over and looked
in as a lamp attached to a car battery brightly lit the way ahead. Halfway down
the surprisingly clean hallway a heavy curtain covered a doorway and with no
other obvious entrance, we ventured in. The room was dimly lit with candles on
shelves and tables around the room, the floor covered in large cushions and soft
music floated round the room. There were five people stretched out around the
room, two young lads lay sprawled across the middle of the floor in what looked
like a drunken sleep, to one side an older man, with a drink in one hand and a
half smoked joint in the other, stared blankly into space, and a couple were
over in the far corner tightly tangled together kissing passionately, but not so
one would feel uncomfortable. This looked perfect, so we took our place on two
large cushions in a darkened corner of the room. We both sat in silence
listening to the melodic music taking in our tranquil surroundings. The room was
warm and cozy without distraction or intrusion. The couple kissing just carried
on oblivious to who may be around them and the other guy seemed much the same,
lost in his own thoughts. We both felt exceptionally mellow and eventually were
in each others arms in a long and passionate kiss. We were both a bit more drunk
than we thought which heightened our arousal, the wonderful sensation of kissing
electric as we explored each others mouth with our tongue. But our fondling
hands were subtle, never forgetting were we were even though everyone else
seemed rather preoccupied. As we kissed my mind was working overtime with
thought of sliding my hand up my wife's skirt and between her legs. I could feel
my trousers begin to bulge and conscious of its possible appearance moved my
wife onto her back then lay my body beside her with my crouch firmly pushed into
the cushion below me. This position also had the advantage of allowing me to
fondle her breast through her top without anyone seeing, as I lay across her at
an angle to kiss. Much to my surprise after a little while of this her kisses
become less intense as she became more distracted by her arousal. I slowly
lifted my head and looked down at her softly lit face. He eyes were tightly shut
and her mouth open, letting out quiet moans as she breathed with more purpose. I
could feel her erect nipples through the cotton of her blouse but in my cramped
position was unable to take advantage as she thrust her chest into my palm. My
dick now pressed hard against my trousers as I ground it into the cushion trying
to dislodge it from its uncomfortable position. I wanted to feel my wife's flesh
against my hand, to squeeze and tweak her small erect nipples wishing to aid her
as she became more and more lost. The power of turning her on so much by mealy
playing with her breasts was intoxicating and I wanted to do more, but I was far
to aware of my surrounding to do anything about it. I turned my head slightly to
scan the room and assess my situation to see if I could position myself for
better access. I almost jumped with fright as I turned to look at the man that
had been on his own smoking and drinking. There he was lying propped up by one
arm on the other side of my wife from me, his head level with her hips looking
intently at his other arm that had disappeared up my wife's skirt. I immediately
turned back to Lisa with some sort of expectation that she would jump up and....
well I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect her to still be breathing
deeply with eyes tightly shut and mouth open wide. It was all so unexpected that
it never really occurred to me that this was probably the reason she was in such
ecstasy and not my attentions to her breasts. Its funny how your mind works in
times of tension and I found myself grinning that she almost definitely thought
it was me with my hand between her legs. I turned back to the man trying
desperately to take it all in. Lisa's legs were slightly spread and I could see
the shape of his hand as it bulged up from under the material of her skirt near
the top of her thigh. I wanted to see what he was doing, shock and confusion
clouding my ability to rationalize, unable to decide what my next move should
be. The unusual sensations watching this man, this uninvited stranger, with his
hand up my wife's skirt, playing with her most private and sensitive parts while
she moaned softly in my ear. I moved my position to lay on my side so I could
get a better look but in so doing breaking the strangers concentration and he
slowly raised his head to look at me. I almost felt embarrassed like he had
caught me peeking at a sexual act from my secret vantage point. I could feel my
face redden as his half shut sleepy eyes came into contact with mine and then
mealy moved back as if he was allowing me to watch as he played with my wife.
More as a natural reaction than any conscious thought, my hand moved to the
crouch of my trousers to reduce the pain my restricted and swelling member was
causing me. I caught his smiles as he watched my movement and embarrassment
returned once more. Not wishing for him to catch my eye I looked back at Lisa's
face, her breathing now short and sharp as she gasped for air. I became
mesmerized by her beauty, her face flush, but my eyes soon returned to the cause
of her arousal. The sight that now confronted me was not what was expected. My
wife's small white knickers, removed from one leg, remained wrapped round her
other. Her knees had been raised and her legs spread as the stranger climbed
between them his trousers still on. He lowered himself on top of Lisa, undoing
his zip then pushing her skirt up allowing me a glimpse of her pubic mound
before he climbed between her legs and blocked my view. Fear filled my body as
it froze, expecting Lisa to open her eyes and see what was going on as the man
fumbled at the front of his trousers resting on his other arm above her. He
stared intently at her face, her mouth open wide gasping for breath and her eyes
clamped tightly shut. He stopped his movement then very slowly moved his hips
forward, watching as my wife's face changed its expression and her breathing
stopped as she held her breath. She looked like she was in pain, small squeaks
coming from her mouth as small bits of air escaped from her lungs. Her head
suddenly arched back and a deep moan burst from her lips her arms shooting
forward and gripping the mans hips as if to stop there movements. I looked down
but could see nothing through the folds of cloth that blocked my view, only his
wrist disappearing between their legs to guide himself. Lisa held his hips tight
for a moment knuckles white from her grip, gasping for breath. Her hands slowly
relaxed and his hips would move ever so slightly forward then she would gasp
again and stop his hips once more. I became detached from the whole scenario
questioning thoughts going through my mind that seemed to have little rational
logic to them. I found myself wondering why she was acting this way like she was
in pain. Why hadn't she realized it wasn't me or maybe she did. My thoughts were
broken when he pulled his hand out from between there legs and very, very slowly
pressed his hips forward. His now spare hand unbuttoned Lisa's blouse and pushed
it back to reveal the breasts that I had so wanted to touch before. He took one
in his hand, its tanned hairiness contrasting with the soft silkiness of her
flesh his hips now pumped gently and rhythmically back and forth. Lisa gasped
and moaned openly grabbing the cloth of his trousers as she helped him with his
movement. I felt faint and a little sick as the knot in my stomach became tight,
I felt like an intruder like I wasn't welcome and as he lowered his head to
cover her lips with his I felt I had to get out of there. I stood up and
staggered to the door, a drunken like dizziness making walking hard. When I got
to the curtain I looked back, stopping for a moment to take in what I saw. The
man seemed fully dressed his trousers still on as his hips now pumps faster and
faster, Lisa's naked legs spread wide ether side of him with her skirt pushed
high onto her stomach. His hand had moved and was now grasping at her naked
buttocks pulling them roughly as he slid in and out of her sweet and tender
body. I stepped out the doorway and ran for the fresh air of the garden gasping
for air. My legs felt weak and I half sat, half fell onto the dry grass. I lay
on my back breathing deeply, trying to remove the sickness I felt in my stomach,
images of what I had just seen flashed through my head. My body shook slightly
with tensing, every muscle pulling, confusion clouding my thoughts as I tried to
rationalize my feelings. My breathing became easier and my body slightly more
relaxed as my mind cleared and as it did so formed the true realization that my
emotions were not of revulsion or fear but of intense and overpowering sexual
arousal. I had to return, I had left my wife alone with this stranger while I
had sorted my own emotions. A slight feeling of panic crept up on me, images of
Lisa struggling to push this man off as she realized who he was. I ran back in
but as I pushed back the curtain I was confronted with quite the opposite. The
other couple must have left earlier as there corner was empty, one of the two
sleepers was still passed out, oblivious of the going on around him. To my
surprise the man that I had left on top of my wife now sat back in his original
position puffing on a fresh joint. He didn't even look up as I entered the room
but lay back, shut his eyes, blowing clouds of smoke from his mouth. Lisa was
still in the position I had left her but this time the other boy that had been
asleep now lay between her legs. His trousers were down to his knees, as his
young bottom flashed up and down as he pumped with desperate thrust between her
legs. Lisa's knickers lay discarded on the floor by her feet and her blouse was
fully open, her small naked breasts moving slightly as he drove himself into
her. Her eyes were open and staring up at the boy above her, he looked so young
and almost out of place as his boyish body leaned over the woman below him. Lisa
gritted her teeth and started pulling the boys hips hard into her never taking
her eyes from his face. With one final thrust he arched his back and loudly
moaned a low deep scream as his body tensed. Lisa's eyes clamped shut and her
mouth opened wide as the boy fell to rest on top of her. After a few seconds he
picked himself up pulled up his trousers, tucking his wet limp penis into his
jeans then bumping into me, and staged out the door like he had just woken up
and remembered he had forgotten something. Lisa's eyes stayed shut, a look of
tranquility and peacefulness across her face. She slowly put her legs together
and stretched them out, flat, in front of her, her blouse was fully unbuttoned
and her breast stood firm and erect, her skirt was bunched up on her stomach and
the neat trimmed strip of pubic hair disappeared between her legs. I moved
forward and knelt down beside my wife, placing my hand on her thigh, her eyes
dreamily opening and looked across at me. A smile coursed across her face then
her eyes shut, her head rested back on the pillow as she slowly spread her legs
once more. I moved between her legs and gently pressed my penis to the entrance
to her vagina. Liquid oozed over its head, feeling strangely cold as it lay
exposed to the air. Lisa's entrance seemed very open like she had been stretched
to an extreme and her elasticity had not yet returned her to normal size. As I
pushed she winced slightly but I soon was engulfed with ease, the unbelievable
heat that surrounded my dick enhancing it arousal. I put my lips to hers and she
wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back with passion. I lay still
between her legs not wishing to move against her tender skin, I came and there
we stayed entwined as one.
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