Listening after the Seduction
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 7:43 am
Prelude: In this follow up to Watching a Seduction, you may recall that on this occasion I did not follow them into the bedroom. Instead, I remained on the couch in his living room in a mild state of relaxation. Watching one's wife drop her defenses and accept a lover’s seduction can have a similar effect. I remained calmly seated as he led her under his spell to the bedroom.
As the footsteps grew farther away I sensed the direction they were going even before I heard the soft creak of the bed springs as he lay her down. Her breath suddenly draws in and I sense that her head lifts to watch as his tongue parts her labia and finds that swollen button of her clitoris. For the next several minutes the sounds ebb and flow with spikes of guttural gasps as he hits the spot at intervals that cause he juices to flow freely. This goes on for an amazing length of time. It is not wonder that she enjoys this man, yet there is more to come.
Squeaking springs once more, only more this time, and it is evident that he has positioned himself in the center of the bed. More squeaking and I know that Mrs. Butterfly has mounted him for a sixty-nine. Her lasered pussy will soon he riding his face and her hand, by now, has gripped his thick shaft. Her fingers do not quite reach and she playfully strokes it to full erection as she gazes at this plaything in her hand. From memory of watching her do this I see that she is getting herself ready for what comes next. She does this thing with her tongue, rolling it around the head and coating it with her saliva then plunging down on it.
The next several minutes lapse into an indeterminable amount of time as the springs keep rhythm to the slurps then grunts and the moans. A quiet quiver of the spring signals her first orgasm, then the audible sigh, and I know that she has pulled her mouth off his cock until her body relaxes. He speaks soft reassuring words to her as she rides the waves of orgasmic pleasure, and the words spoken at just the right tone bring her deeper into his influence. As the waves subside, she regains her tenacity, the magic tongue circles his head once more, and once more the sounds of her bobbing head squeak the springs in that gentle rhythm. The cycle repeats, but I do not count them.
More heavy springs, lots more and by now I do not have to guess what happens next. I hear her legs spread across the sheets and more squeaks, soft voices and a nervous giggle from my beautiful wife just before her long slow moan of penetration, then nothing but the soft sounds of her breathing, coming from the far end of the room. He has settled into her, and he lets her decide when it has been enough time. His masculine chuckle tells me that she has already that she has already orgasmed again, even before he starts his thrusts. Then I hear the long slow expressions of the bedsprings as he begins fucking my wife. The sounds of her passion thrill me, and this is not the last time I will bring her to him.
As the footsteps grew farther away I sensed the direction they were going even before I heard the soft creak of the bed springs as he lay her down. Her breath suddenly draws in and I sense that her head lifts to watch as his tongue parts her labia and finds that swollen button of her clitoris. For the next several minutes the sounds ebb and flow with spikes of guttural gasps as he hits the spot at intervals that cause he juices to flow freely. This goes on for an amazing length of time. It is not wonder that she enjoys this man, yet there is more to come.
Squeaking springs once more, only more this time, and it is evident that he has positioned himself in the center of the bed. More squeaking and I know that Mrs. Butterfly has mounted him for a sixty-nine. Her lasered pussy will soon he riding his face and her hand, by now, has gripped his thick shaft. Her fingers do not quite reach and she playfully strokes it to full erection as she gazes at this plaything in her hand. From memory of watching her do this I see that she is getting herself ready for what comes next. She does this thing with her tongue, rolling it around the head and coating it with her saliva then plunging down on it.
The next several minutes lapse into an indeterminable amount of time as the springs keep rhythm to the slurps then grunts and the moans. A quiet quiver of the spring signals her first orgasm, then the audible sigh, and I know that she has pulled her mouth off his cock until her body relaxes. He speaks soft reassuring words to her as she rides the waves of orgasmic pleasure, and the words spoken at just the right tone bring her deeper into his influence. As the waves subside, she regains her tenacity, the magic tongue circles his head once more, and once more the sounds of her bobbing head squeak the springs in that gentle rhythm. The cycle repeats, but I do not count them.
More heavy springs, lots more and by now I do not have to guess what happens next. I hear her legs spread across the sheets and more squeaks, soft voices and a nervous giggle from my beautiful wife just before her long slow moan of penetration, then nothing but the soft sounds of her breathing, coming from the far end of the room. He has settled into her, and he lets her decide when it has been enough time. His masculine chuckle tells me that she has already that she has already orgasmed again, even before he starts his thrusts. Then I hear the long slow expressions of the bedsprings as he begins fucking my wife. The sounds of her passion thrill me, and this is not the last time I will bring her to him.
LOL Fantastic writing Mr. B! 
Usually I join in at some point, and I think Mrs B prefers it that way.
Sorry I missed the posts. I've been absent.
