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Caught Masturbating...PART 8

The sexual tension really only builds if you start at the beginning (it's worth it!):

Part 1: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/90334.html
Part 2: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/91053.html
Part 3: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/91706.html
Part 4: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/94676.html
Part 5: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/98873.html
Part 6: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/105335.html
Part 7: http://xhamster.com/user/rocketstud/posts/115311.html

And so let us continue with...PART 8:


After our hiking trip-turned skinny dipping-turned voyeuristic handjob, things seemed different between my wife, her s****r and I. The fact that my wife, Samantha, had openly jerked me off until I ejaculated right in front of her s****r, Tara, injected an element of sexual tension into our shared household, and the momentary lapses of modesty – like when I dropped my towel after a shower, or Tara and Samantha would go topless around the house while getting ready or bathing – seemed to be increasing in frequency and boldness. Now that we had all been openly naked around each other at the creek, it didn’t seem like such a big deal when my wife and I were naked in bed and Tara would have to pass through our bedroom to get to the bathroom, or when Tara herself would sl**p in the nude with her bedroom door slightly open, no doubt to allow me to catch a peek of her sl**ping on top of her sheets baring her supple body to the cool summer night air.

Tara and I hadn’t been alone for a mutual masturbation session since the incident at the creek, and I was getting hornier by the day and wondering how we could take it one step further.

One evening about a week after our hike, Tara wasn’t yet home and my wife and I took advantage of an empty house. We started kissing and fondling on the couch, and soon I had Samantha’s top pulled off and was caressing her soft, B-cup breasts and pinching at her big pink nipples as she stuck her hand in my shorts and stroked my growing erection.

We quickly took things into the bedroom, where I stripped off my clothes, then my wife’s sweatpants and panties, running my finger along the slit of her hairy vagina and along the crack of her ass. I was now rock hard, my erection sticking straight up (and slightly to the left). I gently turned my wife around and eased her down onto her hands and knees.

The sight of my wife’s plump, white ass bent over and spread in front of me was a beautiful sight. The curves of her hips, the dimples above her cheeks, the protrusion of her hairy labia below her asshole, and the slightly open pink lips of her vagina were too inviting to resist. I licked my hand, rubbed it on the tip of my cock, and then pushed my erection down to guide it toward my wife’s hole. She was already dripping wet, and my 7-inch hard penis slid in and out of her warm cunt, going deeper with each thrust.

I grabbed her chubby hips and sped up. Samantha buried her head in the pillow and moaned, and I felt my orgasm coming on quickly. Suddenly, from behind, I heard my s****r-in-law’s voice.

“Oh…shit…sorry…” Tara stammered. My wife lifted her head and looked back at the doorway, and I glanced behind me to see Tara standing in the doorway, her mouth open, staring at both of us.

I realized that Tara saw us in the doggy-style position, butt naked, and my cock was deep inside her s****r’s vagina. It was more than I could take, and at that moment, I shot my seed deep into my wife’s pussy. The flush of warm semen inside my wife pushed her over the top, and she shuddered and moaned as she had her own orgasm. I let out a grunt and pulled my wife’s ass closer to my groin, emptying the last drops of cum into her.

Tara stood in the doorway without moving, watching the entire orgasmic climax.

It wasn’t until I finally withdrew my dripping penis and flopped down on the bed next to my wife that Tara finally, silently, turned around and left the room, shutting the door behind her. My wife laid on her side and looked at me.

“Whoops!” Samantha said. “I guess we should have shut the door!”

“Well, no one told her to just keep standing there,” I said, relishing the moment but trying not to let my wife know that it turned me on. “She could have just turned around and walked out right away.”

“I think she liked watching,” my wife said, surprising me with her frankness. “I think she gets turned on by it – just like she did at the creek the other day.”

It was then I realized my wife, also, was turned on by the idea of being watched. My groin surged with the excitement of the discussion, and I wondered where it would lead. “You think so?” I asked, playing stupid.

“I know so,” she said. “She’s told me before that she looks at porn.”

I knew my wife hated pornography (which is why I had to hide it from her), but didn’t realize it was a subject she had discussed with her s****r. “She does?” I asked, wanting to keep the topic going. “She told you that?”

“Yeah. So I guess watching us is probably the same thing as porn,” Samantha said, hesitated, then added: “probably better than porn, since it’s real.”

“Well, you seemed to have a pretty big orgasm right there at the end when she was standing in the door,” I said, “So I’d say you liked being watched yourself.”

Samantha smiled bashfully. “It was just…kind of…exciting,” she admitted. “I felt the same way the other day at the creek. Is that wrong to be turned on by that?”

“No,” I said. “It’s normal. I think it’s sexy.”

“Even if we’re s****rs?” Samantha asked.

“Why not? It’s not like you guys are lesbians or anything – it’s not i****t.”

“And what about you?” Samantha asked directly. “Do you like her watching us?”

“What do you think?” I asked rhetorically.

***

When we came out of the bedroom, Tara had locked her self in her own room, probably out of embarrassment. We didn’t want to embarrass her further, so that night none of us said anything – we all just ignored it like it never happened. But it was in the back of my mind – especially the fact that my wife admitted getting off on it – and I kept wondering how I could take advantage of the situation.

The next evening the three of us sat around the living room, having a couple of drinks, and lounging around casually. My wife Samantha was wearing her comfy linen shorts and a t-shirt around the house, without any bra or panties. Her hard nipples occasionally poked out through her t-shirt, and when she lifted her arms the t-shirt also shifted up showing off her smooth stomach. Her s****r, Tara, was wearing jean shorts and a sleeveless button-up purple blouse. I was in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, sitting on the couch next to my wife; Tara sat across from us on a reclining chair.

Eventually, Tara brought up the previous day’s invasion of privacy.

“So, guys, I’m really sorry about yesterday…” Tara trailed off and turned red, embarrassed by the subject.

My wife dismissed it. “Don’t worry about it, s*s,” she said. “It’s no big deal.”

“I really didn’t mean to walk in on you guys – I didn’t know….uh…well…”

Samantha cut her off: “Don’t act like you didn’t mean to,” she said. “If you didn’t mean to, you wouldn’t have stood there that long!” she laughed.

Tara turned even brighter red. “What??? I was just so stunned that—“

“You weren’t stunned – you were watching – we know that!” Samantha said, teasing her s****r. “It’s okay, we don’t care.”

Tara fought back: “If I can’t say I didn’t mean to, then you guys can’t say you didn’t care,” she said, looking at me and making me feel embarrassed. “You DID care – in fact, you liked it – don’t think I couldn’t tell what happened the minute you realized I was there!”

Now it was my wife’s turn to be embarrassed. “What do you mean? You just happened to be there at the EXACT time that we were…well, uh…finishing.”

“Bullshit,” Tara said. “You guys got off on being watched – I know it.”

I loved the direction the conversation was going and stepped in: “How do you know?” I asked.

Tara lowered her eyes a little and then said sheepishly: “Because I was watching longer than you know.”

“WHAT?” my wife said, giggling from embarrassment. “What do you mean?”

Tara was getting bolder: “I mean I was watching for a while – and it was only when you both looked at me that you guys ‘finished’ – to use your words.”

“You little pervert!” Samantha said. “I can’t believe my little s****r is such a perv!”

“If I’m a pervert for watching, then you guys are perverts for liking it,” Tara retorted.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll admit it – I liked you watching us,” I said, then added: “and so did Samantha – she told me afterward.”

“Oh, you are so busted!” Tara said to her s****r. “I knew it!”

Samantha turned to me smiling and hit my arm hard. “Fucker! Why don’t you keep your mouth shut?”

“Well, we’re sorry to have traumatized you,” my wife said to Tara. “How come you didn’t talk to us about it last night? You just locked yourself in your room and acted like nothing happened.”

“I locked myself in my room because I had to play with myself,” Tara said, shocking both of us. “Between last week and then in the bedroom, I was a little backed up and needed to release some sexual tension.”

“Oh my god,” Samantha said.

There was some nervous giggling between the three of us, and then a rather awkward silence. No one knew what to say.

It was my wife, Samantha, who finally broke the silence.

“Well,” she said to her s****r, “Do you wanna watch me go down on him right now?”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. My penis twitched in my pants instantly at the thought of my wife giving me a blowjob while her s****r watched.

Tara shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe,” she said. “If I can play with myself while I watch.”

“Are you gonna get naked, too, and masturbate while watching us?” my wife asked her.

Tara nodded. “Yeah, if you guys don’t mind.”

“Fine with me,” my wife said.

She turned to me, briefly looking into my eyes, and then lowered herself to my crotch, rubbing my now growing erection through my shorts. She lifted my shirt, kissing my stomach, and unzipped my shorts. Without hesitation, she reached around my hips and pulled my shorts and boxers off, so that I was sitting on the couch with only a t-shirt on and my hard penis exposed.

I looked over at Tara and was pleased to see her watching intently as she shifted in the chair to get more comfortable. I reached down to my wife, who was now kneeling on the ground between my legs in front of the couch, and she raised her arms as I took off her t-shirt. Her perky, nice breasts hung free and looked fantastic between my knees as my wife grabbed hold of my erection and began to stroke it.

Then Samantha took my dick deep into her mouth and began to suck it, rubbing her tongue along my shaft. I eased back in the couch, enjoying the warmth and wetness of her mouth on my penis.

Tara, who was sitting in the chair off to the side and slightly behind my wife, unbuttoned her purple blouse and pulled it off to the sides, revealing her large breasts tucked into a black bra. Then she unzipped her jean shorts and slid them off, sitting back in the recliner in matching black panties. She ran a hand down between her legs and began to rub her crotch through her panties.

Then my wife stopped sucking my penis and sat down in the couch next to me, topless, looking back at her s****r who was in her underwear.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Hang on, tiger,” Samantha said. “I have to get something out of this, too.” She slid her shorts off so that she was totally naked, revealing the curly dark bush between her legs. Then she leaned back in the couch slightly, spreading her legs and exposing herself more fully to her s****r sitting across from her.

I instinctively knew what she wanted. I took off my shirt so that I was also nude, and got down on my knees between her legs, kissing my way up her inner thigh until my face was rubbing against her curly pubic hair. I knew I was bent over, exposing my asshole to Tara behind me.

I flicked out my tongue lightly, teasing the protruding hood of Samantha’s clitoris. I reached up and spread her lips slightly, sucking and licking her labia and running my tongue from her taint to her pussy. She began to move in rhythm against my face as I buried my lips and tongue deeper into her crotch. I felt her lips begin to get wetter and knew she was really turned on. I looked up at her and saw that she was looking behind me at her s****r.

I got up on the couch next to her and began to rub my wife’s vagina with my fingers, teasing her cunt by starting to push one or two fingers in just a little, and then withdrawing them. I kissed her breast and sucked on her nipple. My wife was intently watching her s****r, and I took the opportunity while I was sucking her tit to look over at Tara across from us.

Tara was now totally nude, her legs spread in the recliner, and was furiously rubbing her vagina and watching me pleasure my wife. The sight of her large C-cup breasts bouncing slightly, her slightly darker nipples, and her trimmed dark pubic hair sent a bolt of desire down my spine. She thrust a finger deep into her pussy, and I began to match her movements as I fingered my wife at the same time.

Soon I was fingering my wife’s warm, wet vagina at the same time that her s****r was fingering her own pussy. Tara was watching carefully as I shoved my middle and ring finger into my wife’s bush. My fingers were wet and slippery, and my penis was hard and ready.

“Oh, God…” Tara moaned slightly. “I’m gonna cum…fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

Hearing her s****r moan, I felt my wife’s muscles tense up and she bucked against my hand. I realized she was going to have an orgasm, too, and I sped up my movements in rhythm. I felt the gush of warmth flow over my fingers and hand as my wife climaxed, and at the same time watched Tara close her eyes and bite her lip as she had her own orgasm. As Tara slowed her masturbation, I did the same on my wife, letting the two of them enjoy the afterglow.

Tara opened her eyes again and looked straight at her s****r. “I wanna watch you fuck him,” she said.

Hearing my wife’s s****r say that out loud to my wife and I was almost enough to make me blow my load right there.

My wife stood up and I leaned back on the couch. She turned around so that her butt was facing me and she was looking at her s****r, then she bent over and lowered her dripping pussy to my crotch, reaching down between her thighs and directing my throbbing erection into her cunt. I let out a soft moan as I entered her, and her juices allowed me to slide in easily and deep until her ass cheeks were pressed against my groin.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Samantha said as my full 7 inches of erection penetrated her. I reached out and grabbed her hips, staring at her plump ass cheeks enveloping my penis and letting just a little of my own dark pubic hair to show. I glanced over at Tara, realizing she had a full frontal view of my wife sitting on me, and smiled at her. She opened her mouth and breathed hard watching her s****r and I have sex, rubbing her beautiful trimmed pussy lips with one hand and pinching her left nipple with her other.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow,” I said. “I can’t wait much longer.”

My wife started to move up and down, pushing her ass deep into my groin and grinding her hips. “Not yet,” she said. “I want to cum again.”

I watched as Tara, across from us, began to breathe hard and I knew she was going to cum again. I bucked against my wife, reaching up and grabbing her bouncing breasts. “Fuck,” I blurted out. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Don’t cum inside her,” Tara said between gasps, “I wanna see. Cum on her.”

My wife threw in a couple more grinds for good measure, then quickly got up and turned around, lowering herself onto her knees in front of me. I sat upright and drew to the edge of the couch, grabbing my erection and stroking it. I leaned out of her and jacked off while watching Tara.

“Cum on my tits,” my wife said. “Cum all over them so Tara can see.”

A bit of precum squirted out onto my wife’s neck. I kept stroking enjoying the sensation of an oncoming orgasm.

“Oh God, yes…”Tara moaned. “Cum. Cum. Cum on her.”

My wife reached up and grabbed my balls, massaging my testicles and pushing her fingers against my taint. The first thick gob of semen shot out and landed on my wife’s chest, followed by several more that sprayed over her luscious B-cup breasts, running down over her big pink nipples.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh…Tara,” I blurted out, not realizing I had said my s****r-in-law’s name instead of my wife’s. But I couldn’t control myself. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” I exhaled deeply as the last of my cum dripped out onto my wife’s chest.

I sat back down hard in the couch, my flaccid cock still in my hand. My wife sat back on her haunches in front of me, rubbing my semen into her breasts. Tara had slowed her rubbing and was gently running her fingers along her inner thigh, looking at both of us.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” I said finally. “That was…fuck. Fucking hot.”

“I’ll say,” Tara said. “I’ve been living with you guys for like 4 months now, and have been wanting to watch you two the whole time. I had all kinds of tension built up.”

My wife got up and sat next to me on the couch, still covered in my semen. “I admit, it’s exciting.”

“Are you guys both okay with it?” I asked.

Tara nodded. “I’m fine with it. s*s? What about you?”

My wife shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine with it. I mean, as long as it just stays like this – you watching us, I mean. I just don’t want to go too far. I think I’d be jealous if you and Joe went further – physically. As long as it’s just watching, and you know he’s still my husband.”

I looked over at Tara guiltily, waiting for her to respond.

“Of course,” she said without batting an eye. “So does that mean we can do this again?”

TO BE CONTINUED…


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