I can picture you.
By Letsshare

I can picture you laughing and flirting as you make a second round
of Margueritas in the kitchen for the three of us. You make his and
mine strong, because you want this so much, and feel the need to
make sure we won't be able to rein ourselves in. You and I have
talked about it for so long, and tonight could be the night. He
barely suspects.

I can picture you, looking surprised as you follow us back into the
den, drinks in hand, when I take the armchair, leaving only the
couch for you and him to share. You laugh and say "I'll just have to
cuddle Mark then." He sits way back in the corner of the couch, you
lean back against him, both of your legs along the length of the
cushions, so that the only way he can be comfortable is to put one
arm, the one not holding his drink, around your shoulders. He would
have been nervous, but the first round of drinks was strong too, and
it's loosened him up. His upper arm rests on your shoulder, and his
hand hangs down over it with nothing to rest on, except your breast.
He's not at that stage yet: he still doesn't know what's going on,
and so his hand hangs strangely in mid air. You wriggle and rub your
back against his slender frame. You sigh and propose a toast to good
friends and tequila. The two of you clink glasses, carefully, and I
raise mine in salute. The room is lit only by candles on the
mantlepiece and the flames from the fireplace.

I can picture you as our eyes meet across the couple of yards that
separate us. The look is electric, suddenly we both KNOW it will
happen. Mark's hand is sagging, and he's having trouble keeping it
from falling across your chest. I mention how much my drink reminds
me of lemon gin - an old joke between us, it was what we drank that
night years ago when we almost but not quite managed to fulfill a
similar fantasy. Then our friends chickened out. Tonight will be
different. You laugh, and Mark excuses himself for not getting the
joke. You explain that lemon gin once led to a great game of poker
with friends of ours. He's smart, and I can tell he's really
starting to catch on. His hand unconciously drifts a bit lower.
"High stakes poker?" he asks, with an amused and suggestive grin.
"Yes," you say, "but we never quite managed to collect our
winnings."

I can picture you wriggling a bit, saying "Hang on a minute, this
isn't quite comfortable." You snuggle your shoulder into his armpit,
so far that you no longer support his arm, and pull his hand down
diagonally across your chest, pressing it flat against your ribcage
on the side opposite your trapped shoulder. His elbow is between
your breasts. "Hmm, much better" you say. He hmmms agreement. "Looks
comfy" I say, and take another sip of my drink. You each do the
same. "But it was a fun game, anyway" I say, to return the subject
to poker.

I can picture your eyes following me as I excuse myself to use the
washroom and check on some things upstairs. Sure that he doesn't see
me, I wink at you as I leave the room, then I walk into the darkened
hallway and up the stairs. I can hear you telling him more about the
poker game as I reach the stairs. I do my errands, and five minutes
later I creep downstairs, so that you can't hear me approach. On the
way I grab soft blankets from the hall closet. You and he are quiet.
I inch forward until, just around the corner from you, I can hear
the small wet sounds of a passionate kiss, a muffled moan. He says
something I can't quite hear. Then I hear you whisper "Yes. I do. As
long as he can be there too." He mumbles something again, you say
"no, he only wants to watch, and to share me with you." He mumbles
something again, and then the kissing sounds return. Moans, some
heavy breathing. After two minutes I hear the whisper of a piece of
clothing hitting the floor, and then the brief buzz of a zipper.
More moans. I tiptoe away, undress in the dark of the living room,
and walk back, naked, not quite so stealthily as before.

I can picture you as I reach the den again. You are standing
together, kissing, side-on to me. You are still wearing your
underthings, pressing your body hard against his nakedness in the
candlelight. His hands knead your ass. I toss the blankets to the
floor. You both notice me, and break the embrace, turning to face
me. His cock is long and hard, ready for you. A drop of precum
glistens in the un-rhythm of the fireplace flames. You smile at me,
not quite sure of my response to finding you this way. I smile back
and walk up and embrace you. As we kiss I taste his saliva in your
mouth. I whisper "Happy Birthday, my love". I turn back to our
friend, "Here, Mark, let me finish unwrapping her for you." I turn
you to face him, and with your back to me I undo your bra and toss
it away. You are breathing deeply, in the thrall of lust as I expose
you to him. He reaches out to hug your naked chest to his. As you
kiss again, I reach down and tug your lacy white panties to the
floor. You kick them off, and now you are naked against his
nakedness, his cock standing hard against your belly.

I can picture you continuing to massage his back and ass, and he
yours, as you continue your hug and kiss. I turn and spread the
blankets on the floor in front of the fire. You turn away from him
to lie down on them legs slightly spread, and beckon to him with
your arms. He lies down , but not in your arms, for he has other
things to explore. Gently, he parts your legs with his hands, and
leans down.

I can picture you, naked in the firelight, as Mark starts to lick
you for the first time. You spread your legs wide, to give his
tongue access to every crevice and fold that I love so well. He
teases you, tracing your lips with his tongue, as his hands reach up
to explore your breasts. When he finds your clit at last you gasp in
pleasure. I can smell your scent. I cross the room, lean down and
kiss you. I explore your mouth with my tongue as he explores your
pussy with his. Shivers of pleasure run through your body, and your
hips start to move of their own accord. Your breathing is ragged. I
break our kiss and move back to sit on the couch and watch. I slowly
stroke my cock as he continues to lick you.

I can picture you as you writhe naked on the blankets before the
fire, Mark's tongue on your clit driving you to a galvanized climax.
You shiver, you shake, your breathing has lost all semblance of
control. You cum, releasing a small flood of fragrant liquid into
his mouth. Every muscle of your body tenses as the wave of pleasure
spreads outwards from your pussy and engulfs you. Gradually you
relax. He continues to lick you gently, savouring every drop.

I can picture you deciding it is his turn. You pull his face toward
yours, and he trails his tongue up your body, between your breasts,
up your neck, as his body slides up between your thighs. He reaches
your mouth, and the two of you kiss deeply. You can taste your own
juices on his mouth. His naked skin is hot against yours as it
presses down on the whole length of your torso, and you can feel a
nudge against the inside of your thigh, an inch below your pussy,
where the tip of his cock is hard and pressing. It is burning hot,
except for a tiny cold wet spot where a drop of his pre-cum  has
smeared on your skin. You slide your hands slowly, slowly down his
smooth bare back as he continues to kiss you. Your hands reach his
waist, and pull him further up. You pull your knees up and further
apart. As he lifts his face further to meet yours you feel the tip
of his cock move too, until even without your guidance it touches
the wet warmth of your opening. Your hands glide down to cup the
muscled tightness of his ass, and again you pull him.

I can picture the rapture on your face as, for only the second time
since our wedding, another man slides slowly, deeply into you. His
cock is long and hard and thick, and he moans as your tight, wet
cunt sheaths it and squeezes it. You can feel it inside you, feel
its pulse and its heat as it pushes deeper, deeper into your body.
Finally  he is all the way in, and you can feel his root pressing
against your clit. I watch from the couch as you lie together, still
kissing, in front of the fire. After what seems like a split second,
and an eternity, you start to fuck.

I can picture your legs spreading even wider as he slowly pulls
back, then pushes into you again. You break the kiss, and grunt as
his cock hits bottom again. You can feel its whole length slide into
you, and then press at your cervix. Back out, slowly. In again. You
are wetter, tighter, hotter than you can ever remember being. You
look at his body as he props himself up on his arms to get better
leverage, to thrust a little harder. A film of sweat covers his
skin, reflected in the flickering firelight. Your hands slide to the
sides of his waist, and you pull him back into you. Out. In. Out.
In. He speeds up, gradually, impaling you faster and faster with his
rigid manhood. Out, until only the head of his cock is nestled
inside your cunt, leaving a space that so badly wants to be filled.
You cup the muscles of his ass, and feel them tighten and flex as he
thrusts back in, all the way, satisfying your craving for fullness
until he reaches bottom, bumping your clit and meshing his pubic
hairs with yours. Out again, and in, and out, and in, and out, and
in. The stimulation reaches a peak for both of you, and as he tenses
and stops thrusting you feel the spasms of his cock inside you, and
the spash of wetness as he cums deep inside your cunt, you are
amazed to find that you are on the verge of cumming too. He
withdraws, you mewl in frustration, but he is replaced in seconds by
me. Your husband has arrived to help finish what Mark has started,
and I slide into you all the way and start fucking you. You are past
worrying about whose cock is thrusting in and out of you.  You need
to cum, and so do I, and in seconds we reach a magnificent climax,
together.

I can picture you as you slowly come down from your high. Mark and I
are doing the same. In just a few minutes we are relaxed, calm,
comfortable, but the sight of your sexy body and the memory of what
we have just done invigorates us again. The rest of the night is a
series of vignets for me.

I can picture you on all fours, sucking me while Mark fucks you from
behind. I can picture us swapping positions so that you suck him
while I slide into your pussy.

I can picture you relaxing into having me in your ass while Mark's
cock gently explores your cunt. Briefly, just so we can say we've
done it. Not that we could tell anyone.

I can picture you waking me up near dawn to the sight of Mark slowly
sliding up into you again for one last, tender time.

I can picture all of these things. Can you?

