His flat was in a new apartment complex, not far out of central London. Throughout the building the flooring was white marble, the walls and ceilings were painted matt white, and the lighting was bright. Inside his flat the main living space, with a kitchen at one end and sofas at the other, had a huge plate glass window looking out on the nearby blocks. My wife and I spent a moment admiring the view while he made us drinks. As he handed them to us I think we all felt in that moment the sudden urgency of what we had determined to do. He put his drink down on the kitchen worktop and beckoned my wife over. She put her drink aside and went to him. They kissed, slow and long, and then he began to grope her tits through her tight fitting top, making her nipples harden. Aroused, she pulled up her top so he could lean down and suckle her nipples, which made her throw her head back in ecstasy. But soon he had something else in mind. Sliding down to the floor, he lifted my wife’s long flowing dress over his head and reached up to pull her panties to one side. Immediately he put his mouth on her exposed pussy and began to kiss and lap at it. While I could not see this directly, I could hear his enthusiastic moans as he feasted on her cunt. She shivered with pleasure with every lick of her sex, and then she motioned for me to come over and take my turn kissing her. As I did so, I wondered if anyone was watching our little scene through the massive windows at the other end of the room, although clearly this was not at all on the minds of my wife and he. Finally, she broke from me and lifted her dress to suggest to him that we should go to his bedroom. He stood up and led her by the hand. |
