Chapter Nine

 

“Think for a moment and tell me,” Sheena said. “What do you want right now?”

Meredith couldn’t think outside of this moment of pleasure. She wanted nothing more than gratification from Sheena’s expert hand. Taking it in hers, she slipped those smallish fingers into her wet slit.

Ohhhh…

Her pussy lips enveloped their new visitors, coating them in natural moisture. Her clit awakened. “Don’t stop touching me.” That’s what Meredith wanted.

“I will not stop,” Sheena replied, with a hot kiss to her shoulder and another to her neck. Small but firm fingers rubbed warm liquid against her tumescent clit. Her knees weakened. “Oh, you are very wet, Meredith. Tell me about the film strip rolling behind your eyelids.”

Blushing, Meredith admitted to the erotic images captured on the film of her imagination. “I keep picturing Richard and Ash on the beach. Ash is on his knees, sucking on Richard’s… you know, his thing...” She couldn’t get the word out, bashful even after this day of naughtiness.

“His cock?” The hard k sounds exploded in her ear as Sheena pressed a little harder against Meredith’s clit. Mmm… Yes, this was exactly what she wanted.

“If you open your eyes, you’ll see something even better,” Sheena encouraged.

It was indeed a remarkable sight, generating a hundred times the heart-palpitating excitement of finding a new magazine in Jeff’s stash. Meredith’s pussy twinged exultantly at the sight of her favorite blond kneeling on Ash’s low Muskoka chair. Behind him stood Sheena’s darling husband, guiding his gleaming, sheathed cock into the blond. Just the sight of Ash grasping the base of his shaft, directing it into Richard’s twitching hole, had Meredith clasping unashamedly at her own breasts. Oh, to feel a wet tongue licking them, a warm mouth sucking them. The desire was overwhelming, and Sheena was distracted, so she lifted her nipples up to her lips and sucked them herself.

What an excellent view she had from that angle, of Ash’s thick brown cock as it issued its first tentative penetration of Richard’s tight ass. Would that feel as incredible as Richard made it look? Her abdomen hopped like someone was skipping pebbles across it. What luck to have two hunks performing a live sex show right before her eyes. All she had to do was lie there and let the lovely Sheena’s expert hand tease her clit.

Weak in the knees, hobbling backwards, Meredith fell into Sheena’s lap on the bench near Joyce. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, with her mound under ecstatic siege by those frenzied fingers. She wanted so badly to watch Ash’s strong thighs tense with each thrust into his muscular partner. The men’s bodies gleamed in the summer sun. She could have licked them all over. Sheena rubbed her so fast that little hand seemed to disappear into her slit. Meredith’s buttocks clenched of their own volition. Her pussy clasped, and her eyes glazed over. The tangy scent of sex rested on the still summer air.

“There’s nothing hotter than seeing your husband fucking another man,” Sheena gushed. “It makes him look so powerful, don’t you think?”

“Uh-huh,” Meredith agreed, though she wasn’t really listening. Entranced by the smooth, writhing muscles in Ash’s back, arms, legs and butt, she felt an electric shock rising up her spine.

“Rub harder,” she grunted.

As Sheena stroked even faster, Meredith pressed her pussy up against that small hand, alternating between straight and circular motions. Harder! As Ash thrust with increased voracity, Sheena grabbed Meredith’s breast and harangued it with an assault of licks and kisses. Too much pleasure! Impossible to stay put. Lifting her pelvis skyward against Sheena’s pleasure-giving hand, Meredith brought her thighs closer together, compounding her delight.

The more pleasure she felt, the higher Meredith raised her mound, until she was no longer seated in Sheena’s lap. Her hands were flat on the bench. Her lower body was supported by tiptoes and twitching calf muscles. The wet fingers rubbed vertically, in and out of her slit. Her breasts heaved. The harder she pressed her mound against Sheena’s fervent fingers, the more intense was the sensation against her clit. Did June Cleaver ever beat her beaver? The image was too hilarious.

When Sheena took Meredith’s sensitive nipple into the warmth of her mouth, it all became too much to bear. A streak of lightning emanated from her nipple and struck her clit with an electric surge. Oh, to preserve that sensation. She scarcely moved a muscle for fear all the good feelings might slip away. That’s it, hold perfectly still.

Meredith gripped the bench, her body motionless, arms and calves shuddering and shaking. All the sparkling tingles of pleasure centralized in Meredith’s clit as she held her body frozen. Her cheeks clenched, followed by her pussy, until the tension in all her muscles were feeding that one small spot, which Sheena rubbed so fast her hand was a blur.

Then, pop!

Like glittering confetti, it was everywhere. The strain of her entire body was released through her clit. The cry stuck in her throat came out as a high-pitched squeal, like a kitten in pain. It was sort of funny, because this climax was the exact opposite of pain. A screaming endorphin trip, more like.

But why hadn’t Sheena stopped striking her tender clit? Oh, it was too much. Too, too much. She couldn’t handle the pleasure. The intense, centralized feeling was so good it became physically unbearable. Only with a leaping bound from Sheena’s lap could she escape it.

Meredith’s propulsion landed her on her knees before Richard and Ash. What luck! A front row view for the grand finale. Sheena joined her, cross-legged on the deck, in awe, like a kindergartener at story time. The toned husband offered his wife a wink as he drove his cock into Richard’s ass.

“That is my man!” Sheena squealed, throwing her arms around Meredith.

Ash’s face began its contortions. Seizing Richard’s core in a tight bear hug, Ash ploughed him violently. Just watching this, Meredith’s heart beat as rapidly as the thrusting. The muscles in Ash’s thighs flexed as he released a thunderous howl. Meredith had never heard anything so primal. Ash was a lion, roaring with pleasure, allowing his spent cock a few more deep plunges before pulling out.

Richard’s turn to come. Turning to sit on the Muskoka chair, he jerked on his large cock with fierce brutality. The image of a well-built man touching himself caused Meredith’s pussy to fill with juice, which leaked from her slit to wet her ankle. Oh, she was just too sore for any more action. Watching would be just as good. And, anyway, Richard was pulling so hard on his rod that he must be close to climax.

The motion was frenzied, like Sheena’s as she’d rubbed Meredith’s clit, and centered upon the gleaming head. Didn’t it hurt him, to grasp his rigid cock so firmly and to beat it so hard? It seemed almost cruel. Eyes closed and nose scrunched like he was expecting to sneeze, Richard came with a canine yelp. Isn’t an orgasm a funny thing, when it belongs to somebody else? That was the very same noise her husband made when she tore a sticky bandage from his arm. He never could work up the courage to take off a bandage on his own.

Goodness gracious, her husband!

Today was his birthday and there was Meredith, fixated on the spurts of cum shooting from Richard’s cock, dripping down his muscled chest. In fact, she’d chosen to push all thoughts of Jeff out of her mind. This one day of pleasure had been handed to her by fate or chance or…who knows what? Just one day to open her mind and her body, to watch a pair of gorgeous men mess about, to be fondled by a lovely woman with skin like maple syrup, to be fucked by a sexy muscle man. Resistance was not futile, but it was not much attempted.

But there was June Cleaver gently reminding Meredith she had yet to bake Jeff his birthday cake. She’d not even found her poor husband a gift! It was time to go.

Now, where had her clothes gotten to? Scrambling to her feet, Meredith collected the slip that had blown against the deck post, and unrolled the blue dress. Out fell her granny panties. Her cheeks flushed at the tattered garment, and she kicked it into the ravine below. Hopefully nobody was watching her. Of course, once she’d started dressing hastily, she found that everybody was.

“I have to go now,” she stammered. “My husband…it’s his birthday today.”

Half hearing goodbyes and invitations to return, Meredith ran across the deck in a haze. That familiar buzzing pain returned to her frontal lobe. At the front door sat her purse and her apron. Darting for them, she tripped on a black cord and something crashed to the floor behind her. No time to investigate. Must get home.