It had been about three weeks since I had sex with Katie’s mom at my house. It was an hour after a pretty good dinner of lasagna and vegetables and lemon cake at her house. We were sitting in the living room, Jen and me on their leather sofa and Tony, Jen’s husband, on a large chair next to the end table. We’d been drinking wine for a while and the conversation had gotten more risqué, when Jen told her husband, “Lauren saw Toby masturbating maybe two months ago. Can you imagine?”
So I told the story again of how I’d watched Toby masturbate and cum in my bedroom. I skipped the parts about baring my boobs, Lushstories pictures… everything about me. Tony seemed interested, though, and asked, “Weren’t you embarrassed? I can understand walking in on him in your own bedroom, at your laptop, but staying around to see him ejaculate sounds… I don’t know.”
I smiled. “It sounds kinda weird, I know,” I said. “But it all happened pretty fast. I think when a boy masturbates, he’s more about the orgasm and not so much about the foreplay.”
“I think I’m more about the journey than the destination,” Jen said. “A nice, long journey.”
“I think I’m more about the destination,” Tony said. “I generally like to cum about as quick as I can.”
“You masturbate?” I asked. I was astonished I was having this conversation. I generally didn’t talk about sex. I suspected I was a little strange that way, but whatever.
“Sure,” Tony said. “And especially now…”.
“Tony and I haven’t fucked since, well, you know,” Jen said, referring to an earlier episode. “We’ve masturbated together a few times, though. It’s… different.”
We were in Jen’s house, a place I’d been to maybe three times in ten years. It was about two miles from where Toby and I lived and I’ll admit it was nicer than our house. It even had a pool out back. The living room was centered around a huge TV over the fireplace, maybe 80 inches, although it was off at the moment. There were lots of small touches, Jen’s hand no doubt, family pictures and flowers and birthday cards. It felt like a home.
“I can imagine,” I said, for lack of anything inspirational. I sipped more wine. It was a Cabernet and it tasted better the more I drank. “Well, I can’t really imagine it, but I’ll take your word for it.”
Jen looked at me for a minute and began to unbutton her blouse. She looked me in the eyes while she did it, her fingers moving from button to button until her blouse was open and she took it off. I started to say something, then stopped when she undid her bra and threw it on the floor.
“Your mouth is open,” Jen said, her grin wide. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
“Well, I guess I didn’t expect it and… Tony is sitting right there. Hey, you’ve been exercising or something. I can see an outline of your abs. You make me feel fat.”
“You’re hardly fat, Lauren,” she said. “Maybe you’re two pounds overweight, which you could lose tomorrow. And as for my tits… they’re well known to Tony,” Jen laughed.
She moved over so she was right next to me on the sofa and put one leg on top of mine. I had both feet on the floor. Her skin felt smooth. And warm. I put a hand on her knee and slowly rubbed downward. Then back up to the bottom of her shorts. I leisurely stroked her thigh, my hand working its way up the inside, over her shorts, stopping just short of her groin, and moving back down her leg. Softly, up and down.
Tony was watching us as casually as he could. He appeared relaxed and sipped his wine. He said nothing. He was a pretty good-looking guy, his brown hair neat, striking blue eyes, and a nose that was almost cute.
Jen rubbed a nipple. She massaged her boobs. She was getting herself aroused and I wasn’t far behind. The next time my hand worked its way up her thigh, it kept going and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She shuddered and her body tensed, then relaxed. One of her hands joined mine between her legs and we rubbed her pussy together. Tony’s eyes got a little wider, but he didn’t move. Jen’s nipples were hard.
“I think I’ll get more comfortable,” Jen said, taking off her shorts and panties. She was naked, while I was fully dressed, well, except no shoes.
Jen sat back down, one leg over mine, one foot on the floor. Her hand found her pussy and began to rub.
It was strange, watching Jen masturbate, watching Tony looking at the two of us. He was still looking relaxed, but his shorts tented to hint at an erection underneath. I didn’t comment.
I watched Jen as she masturbated. She had one hand slowly rubbing her pussy, one hand caressing a breast. She looked very hot. Her hair was messed up a bit, in a good way, and she showed a bit of a tan. She had just the faintest blush on her chest and, as I already noted, her tummy was pretty tight. The small bush covering her pussy glistened with moisture. Her legs were long and lean and I was unconsciously stroking one of them.
Jen continued to rub herself, fingers together, massaging her clit. She did it slowly, almost thoughtfully, her legs spread apart. I stood to take off my clothes.
It was a tricky call. On the one hand, who doesn’t relish an orgasm or two? And I could hardly discount Jen’s nakedness or her willingness to masturbate like that in front of me. On the other hand, well, there was Tony, who still sat in his clothes with a cock that must have been growing tired of being hard.
I was wearing a blouse and skirt. I lifted my skirt and pulled off my panties. I raised my skirt again, showing my cunt, and spun in a slow circle. I might have blushed a little, but I ignored it. Still, showing my shaved cunt to Tony…
I dropped my skirt and reached under the back of my blouse to unclasp my bra. I pulled the straps down over my hands, grabbed hold of my bra and pulled it out from underneath my blouse. I tossed it on the floor midway between Jen and me. She was rubbing her pussy more quickly.
Next, I unbuttoned my blouse, one deliberate button at a time. When my blouse was open, I stroked the cleavage between my boobs. Then, slowly, I pulled the sides of my blouse apart and put my hands on them. I could have used some stripper music.
I kneaded my boobs with both hands, pulling them away so my fingertips surrounded each nipple, twirling my fingers and pushing my hands back over my breasts. I did this several times, then, finally, took off my blouse. I stood naked except for my skirt.
Jen was watching me closely and fondled her clit with her fingers. I reached under my skirt and felt my cunt… it dripped drops of moisture down my leg. That was more than enough of a hint and I took it off. I sat on the other end of the sofa, facing Jen. We each had a knee raised and a foot on the floor. Dueling pussies.
Tony finally spoke. He said, “Jesus, Lauren, you are totally hot. Maybe not quite as hot as Jennifer, but really close. Your pussy…,” he said, and stopped. He stood and took off his clothes. His cock jutted out, very hard, and with the hint of cum at the end. I was sure he’d dribbled pre-cum into his boxers.
I was torn whether to turn toward Tony and decided it didn’t matter. He sat back down and touched his cock, but didn’t stroke it. It bobbed as he fidgeted in his chair, pointing up at his chin.
Jen was rubbing he clit pretty fast now, four fingers together sliding nearly up and down over the top of her pussy. I’d just begun, using my middle finger to circle my clit. She and I were looking at each other, smiling, and taking in each other’s body.
I wasn’t that pleased with mine, a little pudgy, I thought, and pale compared to the tan lines Jen was showing and the muscles that were hinted at in her abs. My cunt was cuter, though, shaved smooth compared with Jen’s, which wasn’t. We both rubbed our cunts.
Tony had started stroking his cock, although he couldn’t decide which of us to look at. His eyes kept going back and forth, looking each of us up and down. Jen’s fingers looked like they were halfway inside her swollen pussy, although they probably weren’t. She was rubbing really fast now and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed, thinking about… what? Being fucked by Tony? Eating my cunt?
Her hips swiveled back and forth, up and down… she had to be close. I kept masturbating and watching her hand on her clit. She was still picturing something none of us could see that had her moaning. Whatever it was, she suddenly came with a loud squeal. Her hips jerked and she clenched her tummy muscles. It looked like her clit was sending jolts of energy through her body. Finally, she subsided and her shoulders slumped.
Tony, meanwhile, had started stroking his cock faster. Pre-cum seeped out and he used it to moisten the end of his dick. His balls bounced.
I was using most of my hand to rub my clit. I spread my legs further, opening myself, wanting Tony’s cock and knowing that wouldn’t happen. Jen sat comfortably, her neck and chest red, her hand caressing her tummy. It moved down to her pussy. She started rubbing again, well, not so much rubbing as massaging the lips of her labia. Long strokes. She was so wet I could hear the sounds her pussy made.
I glanced at Tony and saw he was playing with his balls as well as his cock. He looked at me as though waiting for an invitation to fuck me. I rubbed my clit harder. I was, in fact, getting closer to cumming. I watched Jen as she got into it, touching her clit, stroking it with a very light touch.
I thought about Derrick, my last great fuck. He was over a year ago, someone I’d left because he was also a great asshole. I thought briefly about his cock, average in length, much thicker than the others I’d known, but I focused on how sweetly he licked and sucked my clit. I masturbated more quickly and might have whimpered a bit.
Watching Jen’s boobs, I thought about leaning over to suck a nipple. I’d enjoyed it before and so had she. But this seemed like an evening we’d each spend alone, watching but not touching, seeing but not embracing. Her breasts were firm, bouncing a little as she masturbated.
Tony’s strokes were now very quick, his hand almost a blur. He must be close, I figured. I speeded up myself, feeling the wetness between my legs, rolling my clit between my fingers. As I watched, Jen came again, not quite as long this time, but squeezing her hand with her legs and moaning softly. Maybe it was seeing his wife cum… Tony came, too.
A thick rope of cum burst from his cock and splattered near his shoulder, leaving a long trail behind. A short squirt was followed by two impressive surges of thick white cum. More dribbled out, covering his hand in sticky goo.
About the same time as Tony shot his third bullet of cum, I realized I wouldn’t be able to orgasm for a little while. Rather than be the only one still masturbating, I yelled, “I’m cumming!” even though I wasn’t.
I arched my back and raised my hips, brought my legs together, closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, clenched my cunt and butt muscles and heaved my shoulders. What else? I tensed my leg muscles and curled my toes. I arched my back, tensed my leg muscles and clenched my cunt several more times. I even twitched my leg a couple times. I breathed heavily after that for maybe ten seconds and said, “Wow.” It might not have been a real orgasm, but I was pretty sure it looked like one.
Tony had a goofy smile and appeared to be completely fooled. Jen, on the other hand, tilted her head and looked rather skeptical.
“That was pretty good, right?” I asked her, figuring she could either say yes to the orgasm or yes to my acting.
“Yeah,” she said, “peachy.”
But Tony said, “Yeah, that was great! Thanks, you guys.”
I hadn’t cum, but I’d enjoyed the journey.
