Masters & Lovers Box Set One

Another quick swish of the buck's fizz and back onto the other nipple. As she arches back, wailing like a cat in heat, he says, "Swing around, would you. Get her head over-hanging the edge. I want that open mouth handy." My pleasure....

Pulling myself out and free, I take her ankles as Michael grabs her wrists. Between us, we spin her.

"Time to service your husband, Mrs Summerford," I say. "He wants his cock sucked."

He's going to get it. As he shoves his erection towards her she's reaching, jaws wide, begging to be face-fucked.

Think I can leave him in charge at that end....

I resume my position....

Enough lovemaking I think....

.... Let's hear you sing, Green-Eyes....

One hand between her legs, I work her clit, fingering the small, slippery thing as I fuck her. I'm trying hard to make her come. I'm close, but I want to be the one.... .... this time....

.... that gets her there....

She's hot and wet, and slick, easy to finger as I nudge and tease at her bud, seeking out that sensitive spot she has at the base. Wailing and crying out, she's close, and as her cries intensify, my balls tighten.... Imminence....

Michael, one hand around his shaft, is working over her. He's not in her mouth. I think he wants to hear yells as much as I do. His face bright red against his blond hair, he streams sweat, the tendons on his neck standing rigid.... Charlotte screams and goes rigid. With that, I let loose, while trying to hang on to enough presence of mind to keep working her. It's not easy when she throbs and clutches around my cock, pulsing into her.

Michael groans and spurts, splashing over her, and I think into her open, waiting mouth. She's laughing and screaming at the same time. It's a heady mix and my climax lingers, lured by her siren song.

Done at last, I straighten up and withdraw, swiping my dripping forehead, cheeks and eyes. Michael leans over her, wiping her face clear as he recovers his breath. But Charlotte squirms out from underneath him, dripping sweat and cum. "S'cuse me." She makes a run for the bathroom,

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I breathe a couple of times, waiting to regain a more normal heartbeat. Michael joins me, eyes slanted sidelong and offers his palm. We share a high-five and a grin. "You really were worrying, weren't you?" he says.

"Yes, and d'you know, the odd thing. I didn't realise I was worrying, until yesterday when you were told you could 'Kiss the Bride'. And it suddenly washed over me that, at that point, things could be different." But it isn't....

I could fall into philosophical mood, but Michael interrupts my thought. "Hardly. Can you imagine any one man trying to handle her? He'd be dead in six months...." Christ....

There's the truth....

I have to laugh. "Worn to a nub...."

He scratches at his scalp. "And there was me, panicking that Charlotte would back out at the last minute. She was worrying too. Look at us all...."

Yes, all of us....

All worrying....

.... Over nothing....

We all have what we want....

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Practicality takes over. "Um, do you want to postpone that expedition to the basement until tomorrow? I don't know about you, but..."

Michael sucks in his cheeks. "Yes. I'm shagged out. Let's... er...."

"Recharge?"

"That's the word. Let's recharge. Then when we take her down there, the evening goes as it should."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

Clean and pink and still charmingly naked, Charlotte reappears from the bathroom. Her eyes pass between us, then slit. "What were you talking about?"

With my best 'dressing-to-talk-to-the-vicar' voice, I reply, "Nothing much. Just what we might do for the rest of the day. Michael was suggesting a walk down by the lake, and a picnic perhaps." With a stretch and a yawn like a cat, "Oh.... Sounds great."

"Dare I ask how much sleep the two of you got last night?"

She covers her mouth with her hand, eyes dancing green. "Er, not a lot."

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