04-03-2022, 02:46 PM
The light went on, I was confronted with the sight of Stacy and an older man smiling as my eyes adjusted. He cleared his throat.
"Excuse me, Mark is it?" he said. "Hope you don't mind, but Stacy invited me up to offer you and her some advice on your impending evening together." My heart began racing again. I said nothing. "I believe your having a difficulty relating to each other." I sat upright.
Stacy spoke. "I was actually hoping that Clive could demonstrate what we were talking about before Mark."
"Well, eh, perhaps there is no need for a demonstration," Clive laughed, looking nervous at her comment.
"Please Clive," Stacy now said. "I think Mark would appreciate if you did." She looked towards me. "Wouldn't you Mark?" If this was the only way I could get to have sexual contact with my new wife then so be it I thought. I doubt this old guy could really be a treat in any way. I nodded. "Yes Sir," I said, " if Stacy thinks it would be best, then I think it may help us."
"Well I wasn't exactly expecting this," Clive replied. "But how could I turn down such an inviting offer." He smiled, turned towards my wife, clearing his throat again. "If you two are sure then."
"Oh yes I'm sure," Stacy said. "Just relive your own wedding night. Pretend I'm your wife, please Clive."
A sparkle entered Clive's eye. I found myself growing erect beneath the covers. The situation was beginning to appeal to me - the growing lust inside demanded gratification.
Stacy dimmed the centre lights and stood by the room door. I grabbed the courtesy bath robe next to the bed to conceal my excitement and moved to the easy chair.
"Carry me to the bed darling." She spoke directly to Clive. He moved to her, lifted her up with ease and proceeded across the room. Placing her gently onto the bed, he stepped back to take in the view.
"Your wife is so beautiful Mark," he said, removing his suit jacket. "More beautiful than mine ever was."
"Tonight I am your wife," Stacy whispered, as he lay down beside her.
They lost themselves in a kiss, both of them moaning in acknowledgable delight at the way it was going. I watched, trembling as I noticed him slide a hand under the hem of her brides dress - the place I had earlier only viewed from a distance. Her moaning grew louder. I couldn't discern exactly what his hand was doing - only imagine how she felt to him; touching her soft pale skin for the first time. I observed her raise her knees, which forced the dress to elevate slightly, allowing me a brief glimpse of the patterned tops of stockings. Her legs gradually eased open, more of his arm disappearing from my view, still concealed by the dress.
His free hand roamed atop her bosom, kneading the swell at each side of her cleavage. Even with Stacy positioned on her back, her breasts maintained their position with ease, firm and prominent, pouring through the tightness of the constricting bra she still wore. Many times I had seen her wearing only a bikini, always aware of all the admiring glances she drew from men as she did. Her breasts were possibly her best feature, and now, I was the one indulging in the resplendent sight. My manhood ached beneath the robe, pushing the material upright. I grabbed it tightly and continued to watch my wife enjoy her wedding night.
Clive began to raise the dress completely. They momentarily ceased kissing, and Stacy aided him in pulling it over her head. It lay abandoned on the pillow above their heads. The full splendor of Stacy came into view. It was a strapless bodice that held her breasts so perfectly. Clive kissed the uncovered areas before continuing back up towards her lips. A hand slid down her bare tummy and worked its way through the waistband of her panties. It still continued downwards not coming to rest until it was right between her legs. She quickly assisted his intentions by spreading them widely. They broke off from the kiss, Stacy suddenly consumed by a low lingering moan. I knew where his fingers were touching, but could only imagine how it felt. Her eyes were closed tightly, her tongue licking her lips in a delicate fashion.
He continued the movement of his hand as she offered some assistance in removing his upper clothes. A few more minutes, and he disengaged his hand completely from between her legs. One of Stacy's own hands was placed where his had vacated. He eased her onto her front, kissing her neck and the small of her back. He then glanced briefly towards me - a serious consumed expression over his face - before I heard a belt unbuckle. Stacy continued gyrating her crotch upon her own lost hand.
As Clive removed his trousers, the weight of keys and small change forcing them to fall heavily to the floor, I parted the dressing gown to expose my aching penis. I jolted it up and down, knowing full well he would soon be inside her. Once free from the trousers completely, he lay astride her, massaging the tightness of her bum. I would never have attempted it this way as a first time, and was surprised at his decision to do so. It made the moment more erotic to me.
He slid down her panties, taking an age to pull them over her ankles and beyond her feet. She still wore the bodice on top, and his hands grasped both of her sides resting on the clinging material, arching her back slightly. From the gap in the front of his boxer shorts he exhibited his cock. It startled me to see just how long and thick it appeared, compared to my own that I continued to agitate with both hands. I looked down at my uncovered lap, only forcing myself to look up again when I heard Stacy suddenly give out a shriek. I let out a whimper of my own as I witnessed him plunge right into her from the rear. Her back bucked up, she raised herself onto her knees, allowing him more access. Her shriek steadied off into a continual clamor - her breathing rapid and uncontrolled. My mouth dried up totally, I winced and let go, allowing an orgasm to finally emerge.
"Excuse me, Mark is it?" he said. "Hope you don't mind, but Stacy invited me up to offer you and her some advice on your impending evening together." My heart began racing again. I said nothing. "I believe your having a difficulty relating to each other." I sat upright.
Stacy spoke. "I was actually hoping that Clive could demonstrate what we were talking about before Mark."
"Well, eh, perhaps there is no need for a demonstration," Clive laughed, looking nervous at her comment.
"Please Clive," Stacy now said. "I think Mark would appreciate if you did." She looked towards me. "Wouldn't you Mark?" If this was the only way I could get to have sexual contact with my new wife then so be it I thought. I doubt this old guy could really be a treat in any way. I nodded. "Yes Sir," I said, " if Stacy thinks it would be best, then I think it may help us."
"Well I wasn't exactly expecting this," Clive replied. "But how could I turn down such an inviting offer." He smiled, turned towards my wife, clearing his throat again. "If you two are sure then."
"Oh yes I'm sure," Stacy said. "Just relive your own wedding night. Pretend I'm your wife, please Clive."
A sparkle entered Clive's eye. I found myself growing erect beneath the covers. The situation was beginning to appeal to me - the growing lust inside demanded gratification.
Stacy dimmed the centre lights and stood by the room door. I grabbed the courtesy bath robe next to the bed to conceal my excitement and moved to the easy chair.
"Carry me to the bed darling." She spoke directly to Clive. He moved to her, lifted her up with ease and proceeded across the room. Placing her gently onto the bed, he stepped back to take in the view.
"Your wife is so beautiful Mark," he said, removing his suit jacket. "More beautiful than mine ever was."
"Tonight I am your wife," Stacy whispered, as he lay down beside her.
They lost themselves in a kiss, both of them moaning in acknowledgable delight at the way it was going. I watched, trembling as I noticed him slide a hand under the hem of her brides dress - the place I had earlier only viewed from a distance. Her moaning grew louder. I couldn't discern exactly what his hand was doing - only imagine how she felt to him; touching her soft pale skin for the first time. I observed her raise her knees, which forced the dress to elevate slightly, allowing me a brief glimpse of the patterned tops of stockings. Her legs gradually eased open, more of his arm disappearing from my view, still concealed by the dress.
His free hand roamed atop her bosom, kneading the swell at each side of her cleavage. Even with Stacy positioned on her back, her breasts maintained their position with ease, firm and prominent, pouring through the tightness of the constricting bra she still wore. Many times I had seen her wearing only a bikini, always aware of all the admiring glances she drew from men as she did. Her breasts were possibly her best feature, and now, I was the one indulging in the resplendent sight. My manhood ached beneath the robe, pushing the material upright. I grabbed it tightly and continued to watch my wife enjoy her wedding night.
Clive began to raise the dress completely. They momentarily ceased kissing, and Stacy aided him in pulling it over her head. It lay abandoned on the pillow above their heads. The full splendor of Stacy came into view. It was a strapless bodice that held her breasts so perfectly. Clive kissed the uncovered areas before continuing back up towards her lips. A hand slid down her bare tummy and worked its way through the waistband of her panties. It still continued downwards not coming to rest until it was right between her legs. She quickly assisted his intentions by spreading them widely. They broke off from the kiss, Stacy suddenly consumed by a low lingering moan. I knew where his fingers were touching, but could only imagine how it felt. Her eyes were closed tightly, her tongue licking her lips in a delicate fashion.
He continued the movement of his hand as she offered some assistance in removing his upper clothes. A few more minutes, and he disengaged his hand completely from between her legs. One of Stacy's own hands was placed where his had vacated. He eased her onto her front, kissing her neck and the small of her back. He then glanced briefly towards me - a serious consumed expression over his face - before I heard a belt unbuckle. Stacy continued gyrating her crotch upon her own lost hand.
As Clive removed his trousers, the weight of keys and small change forcing them to fall heavily to the floor, I parted the dressing gown to expose my aching penis. I jolted it up and down, knowing full well he would soon be inside her. Once free from the trousers completely, he lay astride her, massaging the tightness of her bum. I would never have attempted it this way as a first time, and was surprised at his decision to do so. It made the moment more erotic to me.
He slid down her panties, taking an age to pull them over her ankles and beyond her feet. She still wore the bodice on top, and his hands grasped both of her sides resting on the clinging material, arching her back slightly. From the gap in the front of his boxer shorts he exhibited his cock. It startled me to see just how long and thick it appeared, compared to my own that I continued to agitate with both hands. I looked down at my uncovered lap, only forcing myself to look up again when I heard Stacy suddenly give out a shriek. I let out a whimper of my own as I witnessed him plunge right into her from the rear. Her back bucked up, she raised herself onto her knees, allowing him more access. Her shriek steadied off into a continual clamor - her breathing rapid and uncontrolled. My mouth dried up totally, I winced and let go, allowing an orgasm to finally emerge.
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