“All right,” Laura said at last. “Enough. Kiss me.”
Molly nodded. She then leaned forward, craning her head down a bit. Her lips touched Laura’s. They held the kiss for a few seconds and then pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes again.
“That was nice,” Laura said.
“Yeah,” Molly said. “It was.”
“Should we do it some more?”
Molly nodded. “Yes,” she said. “Let’s do it a lot more.”
They did it a lot more. They put their lips together again and this time the awkwardness seemed to slip away, letting some passion replace it. Soon, the tongues came out and they were exchanging deep, saliva sharing kisses while they slid their lips back and forth. They pressed their bodies closer against each other, their hands now starting to roam a bit, Laura’s sliding up and down on Molly’s back, Molly’s finding their way to Laura’s neck and twirling through her hair.
Okay, Jake thought enthusiastically, his manhood now turgid in his pants, this is pretty fucking hot. And it was. It was perhaps the hottest thing he had ever witnessed. He had seen women have sex in front of him many times before. He had participated in threesomes, foursomes, even the odd fivesome on a few occasions, but none of that compared to simply watching Laura and Molly kiss each other. Laura was his wife! And they were not performing the act simply to entertain him, they were really getting into it, really enjoying what they were doing! A little groan escaped him and he sat down on the padded chair next to the dresser. He adjusted himself in his pants a bit but otherwise resisted the urge to touch further. He needed to save himself.
Jake discovered one thing almost immediately. Women made love with each much more slowly than a man and a woman (or a man and two women) made love. They kissed for the better part of fifteen minutes, their hands stroking, their tongues probing in and out. Every once in a while, Molly would move her lips down and kiss the side of Laura’s neck. And every once in a while, Laura would crane herself up a bit and nibble on Molly’s earlobe. And then they would go back to the tongue-twirling kisses while their hands stroked each other over their clothing. Jake continued to keep his hands on his leg and his pants fastened. It was hot what he was watching, and he could have pleasured himself with just this scene alone, but he knew better things would eventually be coming.
It was Laura who finally moved the game to the next inning. They broke the kiss at last and looked into each other’s eyes, both of them flushed and passionate. “You know,” Laura whispered, “I really like having my boobs sucked.”
“Do you?” Molly breathed.
“Yeah,” Laura told her, nodding. “Do you like sucking on boobs?”
“I do,” she confirmed.
“Well, then maybe I should ... you know ... let you see them. Maybe you’d like to suck on them.”
“Maybe,” Molly said with a smile. “Let’s make the experiment.”
Laura pulled off her green t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. She then removed her white bra, baring her apple-sized breasts to Molly and Jake’s gaze. Molly looked at them hungrily and licked her lips.
“Well?” Laura asked her softly. “What do you think?”
“They’re beautiful,” Molly said. “Lay on the bed for me.”
Laura laid on her back on the bed. Molly climbed aboard after her, after kicking off her shoes. She climbed atop Laura and kissed her again, a passionate, lustful kiss. She then began kissing her way down Laura’s neck, onto her chest, and finally reached her left breast. She rubbed her face across it a few times, moaning as she did so, before finally attaching her lips to Laura’s nipple and starting to suckle.
“Oh yesss,” Laura moaned happily, her fingers playing with Molly’s hair now. “That feels so good.”
Molly suckled on Laura for another ten minutes or so, switching from one breast to the other, occasionally going back up to kiss her mouth and neck for a bit before diving back down to the boobs. It was Laura who upped the game again.
“Let me suck on yours,” she told Molly. “I’ve been dreaming about them.”
“Okay,” Molly said nervously. She brought herself up into a kneeling position on the bed, her knees between Laura’s spread legs. She reached for the top button on her blouse and undid it. She then moved quickly down the row of buttons, opening it up all the way before throwing the garment on the floor. She had on a white bra as well. She reached back behind her to unsnap it and then hesitated. She turned her head and looked over her right shoulder at Jake, who was still sitting in the chair, his pants buttoned, his erection screaming at him. It was almost like she had forgotten he was there, but now remembered.
Jake gave her a smile of encouragement.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Molly whispered, speaking more to herself than anyone else.
“It’s pretty kinky, isn’t it?” Laura asked.
“Yeah,” Molly agreed.
“But are you turned on by it?” Laura asked next.
“Yeah,” Molly said without hesitation.
“Then take those boobies out and put them in my mouth,” Laura told her.
Molly moaned a little and then unsnapped the bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders and tossed it on the floor, giving Jake and Laura their first look at her mammaries. They were quite nice, about the size of softballs, obviously natural, capped with fat nipples that were standing erect and begging for a mouth to be put upon them. They didn’t have to beg long. Laura reached up and pulled her down and up, craning her head upward and sucking the right nipple between her lips.
“Oh my God, yes,” Molly breathed. “Suck my tits. Suck them!”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Laura moaned around her mouthful of nipple.
The boob sucking, like everything else in this encounter, went on for a long time. They took turns licking and slurping each other’s nipples, squeezing each other’s breasts with their hands, occasionally taking a small break for a session of hot tongue kissing and neck suckling. Through it all, Jake remained in his seat and kept the buttons on his pants fastened, although he could not help touching himself now and then through the pants.
Finally, Molly began to kiss her way downward from Laura’s breasts, across her tummy and down to the waistline of her jeans. Laura encouraged this motion with moans and sighs and strokes of Molly’s bare breasts. At last, Molly let her fingers go to the snap on Laura’s jeans. She popped it open and then slowly slid the zipper down.
“Let’s get your pants off,” Molly told her.
“Yes!” Laura agreed, kicking off her shoes (sending one of them flying across the room where Jake had to duck to keep from being hit in the head). “Let’s do that.”
They did it, Molly pulling the pants and panties down over Laura’s legs, leaving her completely naked except for her socks. Laura let her legs fall open, revealing herself to Molly’s gaze.
“Wow,” Molly whispered.
“What?” Laura asked.
“That is the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” she said.
“Really?” Laura asked.
“Really,” Molly said. “It’s like a work of art.”
“Uh ... thank you,” Laura said. “Maybe you’d like to ... you know ... taste it?”
“I think I would,” Molly said.
She tasted it. As soon as she started licking and kissing Laura’s sex, Jake was unable to take it anymore. It was time. He quickly stood up and kicked off his own shoes. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and the underwear down in one swoop. He stepped out of them and kicked them over into a corner of the room. He then sat back in the chair and continued watching the show, his hand now occasionally grasping himself and giving a stroke or two.
She ate Laura’s pussy slowly, gradually building up in intensity, doing a lot of teasing. Jake admired some of her moves, but also had some criticism on a few of her techniques (which he kept to himself, of course). He tried desperately not to touch himself much, knowing that he was on a hair trigger, but it was difficult. Laura was fully into what she was experiencing, but she did keep glancing over at him, her eyes looking at his erection.