Fairground Fun
I wasn’t entirely sure about the whole idea until she hitched up her skirt and slid her bare ass into the leather seat. My pussy literally flinched in anticipation. I flicked a glance at Phil in the rear-view mirror and smiled. His face remained passive, but there was no mistaking the look of hunger in those baby blues.
Without a word exchanged from any of us, I slammed the car into first and pulled away from the bright lights of Longton Beach. The night was perfect. The sky was ebony black with a hue of white surrounding a full moon. Through my lowered window I could smell the fresh scent of the sea and hear the muted sounds of the fairground on the moor.
It was there this whole thing started. She had been standing on the back of a bumper car, whizzing around freely, her tits encased in a tight, fuchsia pink T-shirt. Her chocolate brown midriff was exposed, with a tiny silver ring glinting under the multicoloured lights. I’d noticed her immediately and was pretty damn sure Phil had as well, but as I watched her, the thoughts that were running through my brain scared the hell out of me.
My hands were itching to touch her long, dark hair. I longed to push my finger into her rose painted mouth. Her entire body throbbed with this open sexuality, sending shockwaves through the boom-boom of the music filling the arena. My nipples tightened, and Phil slid his hand beneath my shirt, drawing an imaginary line across my bra strap.
“Hot, isn’t she?”
I jumped like he’d scalded me. “What?”
“The girl.” He nodded in her direction.
I followed his gaze. She stood on the side, a thumb casually hooked in the pocket of her skin tight jeans. She eyed Phil with shameless interest. I dragged my eyes back to my husband.
“Well, it looks like your luck could be in. She can’t take her eyes off you.”
He continued to stare at me. “I’ve never seen you look at another woman like that before. You want to have some fun with her, don’t you?”
A burning heat surged onto my face. A moistness seeped between my legs. “What would you think if I did?”
He leaned toward me and nipped my earlobe. “Jesus Christ, Ellen. The
thought of you and her is giving me the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had. I need to fuck you right here, right now.”
I looked across at her again. She was leaning over one of the cars, her ass sticking up in the air like a plump peach, ready for tasting. I slowly turned to Phil.
“Fuck her.”
His eyes widened. “What? Are you crazy?”
“I’m serious, Phil. I want to watch you fuck her.”
He ran a trembling hand through his short dark hair. “Ellen ... I can’t ... shit, you’re serious ... ”
I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the arena, dragging him behind the hot dog and burger van. As soon as we were out of sight, I pushed him up against a wall and thrust his hand beneath my skirt. His lips came down hard on mine as he ripped the miniscule material away and plunged three fingers deep into my dripping pussy. Again and again he pushed, his thumb rubbing away at the tip of my clit, faster and faster. My orgasm was like an explosion. I screamed out his name and collapsed against him. The release was nothing short of life saving.
Once my heart had stopped hurtling along like an express train, I gave Phil a slow smile and dropped to my knees. He groaned before sliding his hand through my thick blond hair. I pulled down his zipper with my teeth and nuzzled my nose and mouth against his rock hard cock. Phil refused to wear any kind of underwear outside of work. I popped the button on his jeans and slid my hand inside, scratching my blood red nails through his pubic hair. His cock sprung forward like a dog from a trap.
“Ellen, please ... ”
I flicked my tongue over the end, lapping away at his moisture. His fingers pulled tighter on my hair, and I felt my own pussy stirring awake for another helping. My tits were aching with want but, I needed to see my husband fucking Bumper Car Girl while I watched and rubbed my clit over and over.
I pulled back and gave him a long, lingering look. “I want you to fuck her, Phil. Will you?”
“Now? Jesus, Ellen, give a guy a break! I’m fit to burst here.”
“And wouldn’t it be great to shoot everything into her tight, little pussy?”
He dropped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. “You’re killing me.”
Ten minutes later, we were back at the bumper cars. She was still there, racing around on the back of a car. She looked fantastic; my pussy was very nearly screaming to sit on that damn pretty face of hers. I gave Phil a small nudge in the ribs, and he left me to go and talk to her. He waited on the side until the ride had finished. He stole glances at me while puffing out his chest like a peacock on display.
When the ride finished, he whistled to get her attention. She strode over to him and leaned in close. Phil whispered his proposition and the fear of rejection thundered through me. I had to see this. I needed to see this. Sweat gathered on my upper lip as I watched them, but then she smiled and pointed a finger at me. I quickly turned my back, suddenly feeling extremely desperate.
After what felt like a lifetime, Phil took my elbow and led me out of the fairground. Neither of us spoke until we were sitting in the car with the doors firmly locked.
“What happened?” I cried. “What did she say?”
He slowly shook his head from side to side before a huge grin spread across his face. “You hit the jackpot, Ellen. She’ll only get down and dirty with me if you join in the fun as well. She doesn’t want you watching, Sweetheart, she wants you fucking,”
My hands clamped over my mouth. Me? Touching her, tasting her? God, the idea sent shivers of anticipation through my body. My skin tingled and my pussy throbbed. But could I really do it?
“God, Phil. I can’t do it. I can’t.”
He grabbed my hands and pulled them on to his cock straining against his jeans. “Do you feel that? Baby, you are going to do this. It was your dirty talking that got all this started. Anyway, it’s too late to back out now.”
“What? What are you doing?”
He clambered into the back seat and peered through the window. I followed his gaze.
“Fucking hell, she’s coming!” I snapped my head around to look at Phil. “Now? We’re doing it now?”
He laughed. “Right now, Sweetheart.”
And that was how I found myself driving home with my husband in the back seat and the horniest woman I have ever seen sitting next to me. When we stopped at a red light, I turned to look at her. The T-shirt and jeans were gone. She had changed into a short skirt and a sheer white shirt with buttons open just enough to allow the orbs of her perfect tits to be seen above a lace push up bra.
When I pulled away from the lights, she slid her hand across my thigh and down between my legs. As she pushed the material close to my pussy, I felt the slick wetness and the pulsing need for her touch. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand away and took a deep breath, sighing with satisfaction. My body had given her clear indication of how much I wanted her, and instead of the expected shame, I felt incredibly powerful.
Once we returned home, Phil led us into the living room and drew the thick curtains closed against the rest of the world. He then walked to the mini bar.
“Drink?” he asked our guest.
She shook her head. “I need to do what I came here for.”
I almost laughed out loud at the reaction in Phil. His cock stood at attention. I glanced across at her to find her eyes locked on my tits. Feeling incredibly sexy, I slowly walked toward her. One by one I popped open the remaining buttons on her shirt and tickled my fingers across the exposed flesh of her tits. She dropped her head back, inviting me in, asking me to taste her. I tugged the cups of her bra down, allowing her ample breasts to spill over, and took one deep brown nipple in my mouth.
Phil had moved to the settee, giving him a ringside seat to watch the action.
I moved my mouth from her breast and ran my tongue down her smooth, flat stomach, twirling the ring in her navel around and around. Her hands were in my hair and a tiny whimpering came from the back of her throat. With my hands on her hips, I eased her onto the carpet. She lay out, spread eagled, her skirt hitched up to her waist and her shaven pussy glinting with juices.
Phil stood up and took off his jeans. Every vein in his cock stood out as he massaged his dick. I reached over and ran my fingernails over his rock hard balls and through his pubic hair before returning to my naughty distraction. I slowly stripped every piece of clothing from my body; every inch of my skin was alive with lust and desire.
I couldn’t wait any longer to stick my tongue in her dripping wet pussy. Easing two fingers inside her, I pressed my body deeper into the carpet and moved back and forth, my clit receiving more and more teasing friction. I smoothed her wetness down her silky thighs and then replaced my fingers with an eager tongue. Her hand pushed my face deeper and deeper into her sexual desperation.
I was so horny, I needed my release right then, and Phil knew exactly what to do. His strong hands flipped me over onto my back. We exchanged a smile. This was a fantasy come true and we weren’t going to wait another minute. Cupping my aching breasts, I watched as Phil turned her over. She crawled on her hands and knees to my throbbing pussy. Her tongue felt like fire inside me, and I didn’t think I could hold off my own satisfaction a second longer. I just had to wait for the fantasy to be complete. Then Phil was behind her and when he entered her, she blew out a warm breath against my wet folds. Her tongue incessantly matched the rhythm of Phil’s thrusts, and my orgasm shuddered through me in endless, blessed relief.
Copyright © 2005 by Rachel Leigh. All rights reserved.
This is my first success in the Erotica genre and will certainly be pursuing it further. I am married with two young daughters under the age of six, so enjoying and writing about sex is an absolute must in my opinion!
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