Page 5 of Meet Me Halfway
“No, babe. Let us look. You’re so beautiful. We just want to see you.”
Giving a small nod, she leans back against him. He runs his hands over her breasts, from shoulder to waist. Reversing direction, he takes one in his palm, as if testing its weight, while reaching out his other hand to me.
Taking it, I allow him to place my hand over the other breast. I fight the urge to squeeze to see if it’s as soft as it looks. But man, do I want to. Reverently, I run a thumb over the responsive little bud tightening under my touch.
Cal pops the front release on Vivi’s bra, and those glorious orbs tumble free, making my mouth water.
Vivienne
Through the haze of lust and alcohol, I can hear rain lashing against the windows of the cabin. Yet, with the fire going and Cal’s warmth surrounding me as I lean into his body, I feel cocooned. Safe, yet vulnerable. I’m half dressed in front of a stranger, her hands on me.
I’m hesitant to admit it, even to myself, but it feels good.
Cal pops the front clasp on my bra, and I close my eyes as the last barrier, scant as it was, falls away. My top half is fully exposed to someone other than my husband. Fay’s smaller hand leaves me, and almost immediately Cal’s larger, calloused hands are there, lifting my breasts up like an offering to the gods.
I love the feel of my husband’s hands on my naked skin. The rasp of his work-roughened skin causes sensation to streak through my body, making me want to arch my back and purr like a cat.
Unexpectedly, the wet warmth of a tongue lapping at my nipple has me moaning out loud. A puff of air blowing on the wet bud has it pebbling tight in response. I open my eyes to find Fay staring at it, a look of wonder on her face.
Leaning forward, she encloses the tightly furled nipple with her mouth and sucks, gently at first, but then increases the pressure. Lust arrows straight to my core. Cal drops little kisses up and down my neck, causing me to shiver in response.
He shifts me to the side, whispering in my ear, “Lie here a moment. I’ll be back.”
Lying me flat on my back, he gets to his feet but is obscured from sight as Fay leans over me, worshiping my breasts with her mouth. Her soft hands stroke tenderly over the skin of my shoulders and belly as she explores.
It takes me a moment to realise that I can no longer feel Fay’s touch, and I open my eyes to see a shirtless Cal standing over me, smiling down at me as if I’m the most precious sight in the world.
“Up you come, my love,” he says as he bends his knees, scooping me into his arms.
He carries me over to the fireplace and gently places me on a blanket he’s unearthed from somewhere. Going to his knees at my feet, he leans over me and hooks his fingers into the elastic of my leggings and underwear, pulling them down and off.
I feel at a disadvantage since the other two are still dressed, but even as the thought forms, I notice Fay start to undress. As the items come off, one at a time, I’m fascinated by how different we are in shape.
She’s taller to my short five foot two. She’s less curvy than I am but no less feminine for it. Just different. And now I want to touch her, see if she’s as soft as I am. It’s heartening to see her pause a moment before removing her jeans and underwear. I’m glad not to be the only self-conscious one.
But that’s the last chance I get for thought as the two of them join me on the floor once more. Cal, usually the take-charge-and-seduce kind of guy, seems to be taking his cues from Fay and allowing her to set the pace.
Taking her time, she explores my body. She starts at my neck, her hands touching and teasing, caressing and petting, igniting a slow burn of desire the likes of which I’ve never experienced before. I’ve always enjoyed sex with Cal. We’re compatible in every way sexually. But this? This is far different than anything he and I’ve shared in the past.
She uses her mouth to explore my taste, kissing and sucking her way to my breasts where she lavishes attention on my nipples before resuming her exploration of my body. When she reaches the junction of my thighs, she pauses, nudging my legs apart. Hesitantly, I open for her, shy and embarrassed.
It’s been a lot of years since anyone other than Cal’s seen me this way.
Fay reaches out a hand, and that first touch is tentative, as if she’s afraid of hurting me. The light brush over my engorged clit elicits a moan. Soft as the touch of butterfly wings, but powerful in its effectiveness. My pussy is drenched from desire, and I long for her to slide her fingers inside me, touch me. Something. Anything. Just to relieve the need.
I feel like I’m coming out of my skin here, waiting for her to touch me.
And then she does. My back arches off the floor as she ever so slowly pushes first one, then two fingers into my soaking channel.
“Hmm,” she hums, in approval or desire, I can’t decide which. Don’t care really as long as she keeps working me with her fingers.
Leaning forward on her knees, Fay blows on my wet lips, and the muscles of my inner wall clench around her fingers. She grins up at me, delight clear to see. Then leans forward and puts her mouth on me, clasping my clit between her teeth and flicking her tongue over the trapped nub.
Sweet mother of mercy. Without warning, an orgasm rips through me, leaving me a breathless mess on the floor.
I hear Cal murmur something but am deaf to his words as wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure takes me under. I feel like I’m drowning in the sensations, too caught up in them to care what’s happening around me.
I’m barely aware of being rolled over and being pulled to my knees. My body pliant, I simply go with the movement. And just when I think the pleasure has peaked, I feel Cal’s cock push into me, and I see stars as he begins to power in and out. But nothing could have prepared me for the sensory overload when I feel, simultaneously, the pull of Fay’s mouth on my clit and her slipping the tip of a finger into my untried back hole.
