It’s my own damn fault -3

“That was hot wasn’t it? Listening to mom’s story?”

“Yes…it…was,” I just managed back, Stella slowly moving up and down my cock, the slickness of her pussy already threatening to make me come, though the image now of Chris on the TV wasn’t helping much with that. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as she stood there, thinking herself safe perhaps. I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off. I could almost visualize her tossing it onto the kitchen table where we’d been only a short time ago listening to Mia’s wickedly delicious story. She then did the same with her bra, freeing her breasts, now fondling them as she stood there spying on us.

“Hard to believe…mom did that, fingered another woman,” she moaned softly, still riding me up and down, my hands now holding onto her breasts, fingering those taut hard nipples of hers as she did that. “Have to ask her sometime…soon, if they….oh fuck this feels good, if they…ever did anything more than that!” I knew Stella was speaking loud enough that if her mom was indeed watching us from the top of the stairs,

she’d have heard that. Though at the moment, my eyes were still peering into the TV set. Chris had now bunched up the short mini-skirt she’d been wearing, her panties being pulled a short distance down her legs, though not off. I am sure she had purposely kept them there in the event of having to make a hasty retreat. But her hand now was definitely between her legs as she stood there fingering herself, still watching us.

“Oh yeah…she’s there,” Stella moaned, whispering softly now, once again leaning forward in order to do so. “I did see movement that time…so I’m pretty sure she’s watching us. Let me know when you’re getting close,” she then added. “I want you to squirt on my tits…just the way those boys did to her that night, maybe that will really get and keep her aroused after seeing you do that!”

I knew however, the moment we did that…Mia, if she was indeed watching this, wouldn’t be the only one who did.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come myself!” She suddenly announced. Obviously the pent up arousal and pleasure she’d been earlier giving herself, and now this…had brought her closer to the edge than even I was, though I know as I felt her pussy suddenly liquefy around me, I wasn’t far behind her. “Oh yeah! Yeah…I’m gonna come baby! Gonna come!” She literally screamed out, doing so, thrashing wildly about on top of me now.

It was all I could do to hang on, though even as I fought for control, still losing ground, I glanced over towards the TV once again, Chris’s hand a blur between her legs as she stood there frigging her clit wildly.

It was too much for me, the entire night had been.

“Fuck babe…” It was all I managed to say. Like a shot, she jumped off me, taking my hands.

“Stand up baby…give it to me, give me your cream, squirt it baby! Squirt it! All over my tits!”

To say I merely drenched her, would have been an understatement. Even I was surprised at the copious amount of semen that I stood there pumping out onto her tits as she knelt there on the bed in front of me, Thomasing and working my cock.

“Holy fucking shit!” She actually exclaimed watching me squirt, watching me splurge each one of her breasts as she passed my cock back and forth between them as though working a fire hose.

Unfortunately, as I finally managed to pry my eyes apart, looking down at the white sticky mess clinging to my wife’s breasts, I no longer could see Chris’s image in the TV set any more.

She had disappeared obviously and quietly heading down the stairs to her room. We both heard however the soft ‘creak’ of the floorboards in the upstairs hallway, confirming them once and for all…Mia had indeed been watching us from the upstairs landing. That then was followed only moments later by the equally soft click of her bedroom door closing.