Me, You, and Who!
Lise
isn’t surprised at how Ron, her husband, gazes at Keaton but she is damned
surprised how hot it makes her! The very idea of Ron bent over a table,
Keaton’s muscular frame draped over his body taking him hard, fast… Sheesh! Lise can’t breathe thinking
about it. Now to convince Ron and Keaton to do what she wants and let her watch. That is another thing
altogether. Putting wheels in motion is easier than she dreamed when Lise plans
a men’s night of sports on TV and more—much,
much more!
**Ménage with MMF**
Excerpt:
Finished with dishes, Lise moved to the
doorway and heard her husband’s husky voice. “Hell, can’t believe he missed
that.”
Keaton laughed, “He should have crowded him,
right?”
“Stand up. Pretend to go for a shot and I’ll
show you what he should have done.”
Pretending to dribble a basketball, Keaton
turned left, faded right, and when he straightened to fake a shot, Ron stepped
in front of him and jutted his hips into Keaton’s crotch. “Gotcha,” he yelled,
hand high in the air blocking what would have been two points.
Damn. Lise watched her
husband pressed against their muscular neighbor. Oh. My. God! Her panties grew wet and her heart pounded when it hit
her. She wanted to see the men together, wanted to watch them fuck each other’s
brains out. Lise barely resisted shoving her hand into her pants and fingering
her pussy.
“Shit.” Keaton looked flustered. “Well, work
early tomorrow so I gotta run.” He marched quickly to the door, opened it and
looked over his shoulder, “Thanks for dinner guys.” The door slammed behind
him.
Ron stared at the entrance then swiveled
toward Lise, surely before he had time to think, because poking at the front of
his slacks was one huge hard-on! “Uhh, hon, I’m heading to bed. Early meeting,”
he mumbled. He dashed from the living room and she heard feet pound the
stairway.
Lise had no intention of letting this moment
get away. She was so hot and bothered she couldn’t breathe. Racing after Ron,
she caught him entering their guest bathroom where he probably intended to hide
out until he got himself together. She stopped him from closing the door. “Babe,
talk to me.”
“It’s not what you think.” He couldn’t meet
her eyes.
“You don’t know what I think.”
“Lise…”
She pushed the door wider, passed him and
leaned against the counter. “I like what I saw. You don’t think I’ve watched
him since he moved in a year ago? The man’s absolutely hot.”
“You’re freaking nuts.”
Grabbing his waistband, she pulled Ron
closer, touched the front of his slacks. He’d grown softer but a bulge remained
in evidence and jerked beneath her hand. “I see beauty in women all the time
and it doesn’t freak me out.” She massaged until his cock grew hard again.
“Don’t.” His hand gripped hers, yanked it to
his chest. “Look, I don’t know what happened down there.”
“I do, I think he’s one sexy bastard. Why
shouldn’t you?”
“Christ.” One hand shoved dark hair from his
face. “What the fuck, Lise. I’ve never felt anything like that with another
man.”
“Feel me.” She unbuttoned her pants, drew his
hand toward her and pushed it into damp panties. “I’m so wet, so turned on
right now I want you to make me come.” His fingers slipped into the moist
crease of her pussy and touched her clit. “Ron, I liked watching you with Keaton. I pictured him, you with him.”
“Fuck…
Babe!” His breathing grew labored, fast as he yanked Lise’s slacks down and
waited for her to remove them. Ron didn’t stop playing with her pussy but he
left her yearning when he snatched his hand from between her legs to undo his
pants. Shoving clothes off and kicking them away, he grasped his dick and slid
it between her legs.
“Unnhhh, yes,” she moaned as it invaded her vagina.
“Ron…Ron…” Lise hadn’t felt this alive or horny in months and all she could
think about was how it would be to watch the two men screw. “You wanted him
didn’t you?” Ron slammed his cock harder inside her, over and over until she
was ready to explode. “Tell me. Let me hear you say it.”
