Exposed

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She stood at the window watching the sun set and the city come to life before her. The dark, muted browns and greys that were so unremarkable during the day would soon be unrecognizable. Edges blurred and lights twinkling against an inky backdrop. Like a woman shrugging off her sensible work clothes and slipping into a sexy dress, the city was ready to let its hair down.
Mrs A was a city girl. She loved the contrast between power and passion, serious intellect and flirty seduction, business and pleasure. These were the qualities that also drew her towards people. While she was quite capable of mixing socially with just about anyone, it was those that captured her mind that received the most attention.
 "So deep in thought, Mrs A," her husband slipped behind her and whispered in her ear. He handed her a glass of champagne and wrapped his arm around her.
"Just admiring the view," she smiled and leaned against him.
 "I was hoping for a different view," he laughed. "I admit that I snuck up here expecting to catch you just out of the shower. All naked and wet."
"Perhaps I was waiting for you to join me," she teased. "I've decided we need to save water and shower together from now on."
"Somehow I think sharing the shower with a naked Mrs A will lead to longer showers not shorter ones," he kissed the top of her head. "But I am certainly open to testing it out. We've got an hour before we have to leave for dinner..."

 She finished applying her make-up in the taxi on the way to dinner. An hour had proven to be enough time for many fun activities, albeit at the expense of any complicated beauty routines. Her hair was still slightly damp underneath and worn loose and flowing over her shoulders. Luckily, the energetic romp under the hot shower had left her with a decidedly rosy glow that required only lipstick and mascara.
"I'm looking forward to introducing you to Max," Mr A straightened his tie and held his wrist out so that she could put his cufflinks on. "I think you will find him very entertaining."
 Her husband had worked for Max in London many years ago and he had recently moved to Australia.
"And by entertaining, I hope you mean a naughty man with a wicked sense of humour," she grinned. She had heard a few stories over the years and knew this was exactly what he meant.

 They were the last to arrive and made their way to the end of the table where Max had saved seats for them. He stood, smiling as he welcomed them. She had seen pictures of him but they didn't do him justice. He was older than her husband, but the only sign was a smattering of grey amongst the deep chestnut hair at his temples. He was tanned after spending several weeks sailing through the Whitsundays and even through his slim fitting black suit, Mrs A could tell he looked after himself. She felt a little tingle as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.
 Dinner was lovely, a perfect combination of good wine, great food and interesting people. By the time coffee was being served, most people were making plans to head home. Mrs A, however, was feeling more like heading out and working off a bit of pent up energy. Sitting between her husband and Max all night had meant lots of flirty tension and her body was buzzing in happy anticipation.
 "Why don't you two come back to my place for a drink," Max suggested, as if reading her mind. "These people may be ready to turn in but I'm only just getting started and I'd hate to be all alone." His deep brown eyes danced as he grinned and Mrs A couldn't help but laugh.
"I seriously doubt that you have ever had any trouble finding someone to keep you company," Mr A smirked. "I know you better than that Max."
"True," Max shrugged. "I do have a lovely French girl staying with me this weekend but her English is limited and I'm in the mood to chat. Besides, I haven't had nearly enough time to get to know your gorgeous wife with all of these people around."
 She felt her husband's hand slide up her thigh and under her dress and her breath caught for a moment. "What do you think, Mrs A? I will warn you that this man is undoubtedly up to no good..." his fingers had found the soft silk of her panties and were tracing light circles as he innocently finished the last of his coffee. "But I can also vouch for the fact that he has excellent taste in both wine and French girls." 

Max's apartment was elegantly furnished without being overly fussy, a perfect bachelor pad thought Mrs A. She settled into her seat, watching her husband as he removed his jacket and tie. The familiar rush of heat warmed her as her eyes travelled to the now exposed flesh just below his neck. Max returned, bottle of wine in hand and beautiful girl in tow.
 "Everyone, this is the lovely Sophie."
Mr A crossed the room and kissed her on both cheeks. "Bonjour Sophie. Enchantée"
 "Bonjour, Daniel," the woman smiled warmly. "Contrary to what Max may have told you, my English is quite good. I have heard so much about you, it is lovely to finally meet you."
Sophie's long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders and down her back, contrasting beautifully against the simple but elegant beige dress. Her tall, slim frame moved gracefully across the room towards Mrs A, who was now standing to greet her.
"And you must be Sarah." The women exchanged kisses and Mrs A's eyes closed briefly, taking in the soft skin and sweet smell of this gorgeous woman. When she took her seat again, she noticed Max studying her.
"I believe you might be a very interesting woman, Sarah." he sipped his wine. "I always said it would take a special woman to get Daniel to settle down."
"Who says I've settled down?" Daniel laughed softly. "I think it's more a case of Sarah being a perfect match for my adventurous ways."
"Excellent!" Max said with a wicked grin. "I was so hoping you would say that. It makes for a much more entertaining evening."
Sarah sipped her wine but remained silent. She wasn't completely sure where this was headed but she was happy to follow Max's lead.
"What is it that you had in mind?" she asked.
"I'd like to get you know you better. Your husband can attest to the fact that I have always been fascinated by women, especially beautiful and intelligent ones. I like to find out what makes them...tick," he said, searching for the right word. "What they think about," his voice was low. "What they like. What they want. How they react to things."
She shifted slightly in her seat, warming under his intense gaze. Her eyes watched as Sophie slipped out of her black pumps and settled next to Max, her feet tucked neatly underneath her and her fingers trailing lightly along his shoulders and back. Her gaze was no less intense as she watched Sarah.
"Would you like to share those things with me, Sarah?" he asked softly.
Her breathing was shallow and she didn't trust herself to speak. Nerves and arousal swirled within her. The fear and apprehension of exposing herself only fuelled her desire even further. She nodded slowly, her eyes locked with his.
"It's interesting, isn't it," he played absently with stem of his glass, "some people are terrified by exposing themselves or being watched by others and this leads them to avoid it out of self preservation. And yet others find pleasure in it, even if it does cause some level of distress." He paused, allowing her thoughts to catch up. "I wonder," he continued, "what is it that you like about being watched?"
She considered it carefully before responding. When she finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly clear.
"I like the idea of doing something forbidden...acting purely on desire and want. Knowing that others are excited by what I am doing and watch even when they know they shouldn't be," she bit her lip, "that's very arousing."
"Yes it is," Max agreed. His hand now rested on the bare thigh of Sophie. "Tell me what things you do when people are watching?"
"I undress. Play with others...or myself."
They were inching closer to the forbidden and she was enjoying this slow and torturous seduction. Saying the words out loud, in a room of fully dressed people, had her pulse racing. She was fighting an internal battle. Any other time, she would be moving to satisfy her urges. Images of kneeling before Max, sliding onto her husband's lap and pulling Sophie in for a long and lustful kiss swirled in her head. She forced herself to remain still, waiting to see where Max was heading.
"You want to do that now, don't you? I can see your mind racing," Max smiled.
She shrugged and smiled in acknowledgement. Studying him, she could see his excitement.
"Do you want to watch me, Max?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
"This is your show, tell me what to do."
They sat for a moment, eyes locked. She had given him control but in that act she had also asserted her own power. When he finally spoke, his voice was low with a slight edge to it. She recognised it for what it was - it was time to play.
"I'm going to send Sophie over to undress you now. She will move you as she needs to but you are not to touch her."
Sarah nodded, waiting. Her senses were in overdrive, every touch magnified. The feel of fabric and soft fingers moving across her bare skin had her holding her breath. Sophie's long hair brushed across her stomach as she knelt to unclip the stockings and remove the last scraps of silk and lace. Sarah closed her eyes momentarily, lost in the sensations. When she opened them, she was aware of all eyes on her. She sought out Daniel and relaxed seeing his sexy grin and gleaming eyes. Her attention turned towards Max who was now leaning against the heavy wooden desk.
"Gorgeous," his said softly as his eyes took in the bare skin and soft curves. "Please make yourself comfortable," he nodded towards a large armchair and waited for her to sit down. "I wonder, Sarah, if you also like to watch. Would you mind if I watched you while you watch Sophie and Daniel?"
She shook her head, then realised she probably needed to speak. "I don't mind."
"You are, of course, free to touch yourself if you need to."
She had a perfect view as Sophie eased herself onto Daniel's lap and moved in for a slow, deep kiss. She watched as Daniel reached up to unzip the beige dress, unwrapping her layer by layer. Transfixed by the sight of his large, strong hands stroking and kneading the creamy skin of Sophie's bottom, she was only half aware of her own hands as they moved to squeeze her breasts and hard, erect nipples. Daniel laid Sophie gently down on her back as he removed his shirt. His muscles tensed as he lowered himself over her for another long kiss and this time it was Sophie's hands that caressed him, pulling him closer. He travelled down, intent on his destination. His lips lingered every step of the way until he was kneeling on the floor between her legs. Sarah held her breath, waiting for that first taste. When it came, both women moaned together. Sarah knew the feel of that tongue swirling and dipping inside. Her fingers moved between her own legs, sliding easily along the wet folds as she watched Sophie's face and listened to her soft cries. She hadn't noticed that Max was now standing behind her until she felt him kneel down and whisper in her ear.
"You know exactly how that feels don't you?" his voice was low and raspy. Her fingers continued to work as she imagined Max's mouth on her. "She's so close now," Max whispered. She bit her lip knowing she was also close. "I want you to wait Sarah. Slow down and wait until you have everyone's attention. I promise it will be worth it."
His breath was hot against her already overheated skin but she forced herself to relax and breathe. Her pace slowed as she turned her attention back to the scene in front of her. Daniel's fingers were working their way in and out of Sophie and she had one hand in his hair and one gripping the cushion. Soft little pants gave way to a sharp cry as she arched her back in ecstasy. Sarah had seen women orgasm before, but she had always been active and involved in some way. This was so much more intense. She had waited long enough now; she needed to feel hands and lips on her. She turned her head to look at Max, still kneeling beside her.
"Max..." her voice was tight with need.
"Shhhh," he pressed his finger to her lips and then leaned in. His lips brushed hers lightly and it was like a jolt of electricity running through her. She wanted to make this last, but she knew it would be impossible. "Close your eyes and relax," he murmured against her lips before sliding his tongue along them. "I'm going to move you now, just keep your eyes closed."
She felt herself being lifted up and placed on a soft, thick blanket on the floor. Just as she was about to open her eyes to see where the others were, she felt soft lips seal over her hard nipple and silky hair brushing her stomach. Heat spread through like flames, warming her from within. She felt someone moving between her legs, lifting her knees up and apart, then a hot mouth covering her. She groaned loudly as the tongue explored her.
"Oh god," she panted, feeling the heaviness spread deep within her. She felt the last set of lips press against hers just as she was tipping over the edge. She knew those lips well, eagerly welcoming Daniel as she let herself go; and it was those lips that remained when the others had slipped away.

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Dee-lightful

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"Remind me again what her name is."

Mr A pushed the button on the elevator and pulled her close as the doors closed. They were alone in the elevator heading up to the penthouse apartment that Jack called home. For as long as they had known Jack, she could never remember him being so serious about a woman. She had met many of his girls over the years, all pretty but interchangeable. The fact that he had invited them to dinner at his place to introduce them to Dee was unusual.

"You know very well what her name is," he nibbled on her ear. "You will like her. In fact, I think you might really like her." 

He laughed softly in her ear and she felt the familiar tingle begin. Partly as a result of his closeness and partly at the thought of what might happen tonight.

Jack was there to meet them as they came out of the elevator. 

"Play nice tonight Mrs A," he smiled at her. "I like this one and she is very nervous to be meeting you."

Mrs A warmed to Dee straight away, she could see why Jack was attracted. She was a gorgeous blonde with brains and a wicked sense of humour, not to mention a set of fantastic and wildly distracting tits. 

After dinner, they moved to the lounge room and Dee joined her on the couch. The boys were entertaining them with stories about their wild pasts. Mrs A had heard them all before but never tired of seeing the two old friends together. 

"I seem to remember a particularly naughty night with you Mrs A," Jack winked at her. "I'm sure I've still got the pictures around here somewhere."

She felt the heat rise to her face as she remembered the night in question. It had been a long time ago, when they were first married. Even so, it was a memory she re-visted often. They had played with Jack and his various girlfriends a few times over the years, but not often. 

"That will do Jack," she shook her head. "Dee doesn't need to hear about that one."

"Oh I think Dee would love to hear about that one," he laughed. "That was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

"It's alright," Dee laid her hand on Mrs A's leg. "You don't have to tell me, but Jack's right, I would love to hear about it." 

Her fingers stroked the bare flesh softly and left a trail of heat in their wake.

"Mrs A made a very sexy friend that night," Mr A jumped in.

He began to recount the story of her first ever experience with another woman. Mrs A closed her eyes, listening as Dee continued to trace circles up and down the exposed skin of her thighs. The music played softly in the background as Mr A took his time retelling the story, pausing for effect to allow everyone to picture the scene. She was aware that all eyes were on her and she felt excitement coursing through her as Dee's hand slid under her dress and brushed against her. Soft lips were on her neck and at her ear.

"Have a dance with me gorgeous. I think these boys are looking for a bit of a show."

Mrs A smiled and opened her eyes. She liked this girl. 

They moved to the middle of the room, coming together easily as they swayed to the music. They lost themselves in the kiss. Soft teasing, gently probing tongues gave way to hungry, insistent mouths. As they kissed, she felt her husband behind her, unzipping her dress, removing her bra and finally her panties. Jack must have done the same for Dee and now when they moved closer, there was nothing in their way. Their hands stroked and squeezed as they danced. She felt Dee's hard nipples brushing against hers and knew she needed them in her mouth. She lowered herself onto the soft, plush rug and pulled Dee down onto her lap. Dee's legs wrapped around her waist and she buried her face into the soft, inviting tits that were now at eye level. Biting and kissing her way around them, until at last she made it to the hard and ready nipples. Her tongue circled them slowly before sealing her mouth over them and sucking gently. Dee moaned softly and began to grind against her, demanding attention of a different sort. She knew just the thing for that. Lying back slowly, so that Dee was straddling her, she used her fingers to continue to tease Dee's nipples. Pinching and rolling them as she let Dee wriggle around until she found just the right spot to grind against. It just so happened, that it was the right spot for Mrs A as well. They fell into an easy rhythm as they played with each others tits and enjoyed this shared pleasuring. 

"Do you mind if I take some photos?" Mr A was kneeling by her side, holding a camera.

She looked up at Dee who merely smiled in response, clearly happy with the idea.

"I'm assuming you already know my answer," she winked at him.

He bent down to give her a long, deep kiss and then retreated back to his seat. He knew how much she loved putting on a show for him and she wasn't about to disappoint him this time. She reached down to gently stroke the rounded cheeks of Dee's ass, taking them both into her hands and squeezing.

"My tongue seems to be getting a little lonely," she grinned up at Dee. "Do you have anything you'd like to put there?"

"Oh I have plenty of things I would like to put there," laughed Dee. "But some of them have already enjoyed your attention."

Dee moved into position so that she was on her knees with her pussy poised right over Mrs A's ready and willing tongue. From there she lowered herself up and down, teasing herself. Mrs A's tongue swirled and flicked each time it came into contact with the luscious flesh. She adjusted herself slightly so that her tongue could slide into the wet folds and heard Dee let out a soft moan as she began to fuck herself on the tongue of Mrs A. When her movements became a lit more frantic, seeking a deeper pleasure, Mrs A moved so that she was kneeling behind Dee. From this position, she had one hand on her tit and the other between her legs. She could tell Dee was very close so she leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Come for me gorgeous. You are going to look so sexy. Open your eyes and look at him taking photos."

Mr A snapped away in front of them as Dee held her breath, caught at the peak, before falling apart in Mrs A's arms. Soft kisses helped her to recover and soon they were wrapped around each other on the rug, lips kissing and whispering softly.

"I want to watch Jack fuck you," Mrs A whispered to her. 

"Only if I get to lick you while he does it," responded Dee as she ran her tongue along the edge of Mrs A's ear. 

Dee moved down slowly, lips and tongue making their mark along the sensitive skin of a very aroused Mrs A. She moved lower and lower, and Mrs A spread her legs in anticipation. When that warm mouth closed over her, she gripped the rug in her fingers. She watched as Jack knelt behind Dee, hands on her hips as he began to tease her with his cock. Dee's tongue was going to work and her fingers circled the opening, ready to slide in at the same time as Jack slid into her. As Jack moved into her, Dee moaned and the vibrations reverberated through Mrs A. 

"Fuck her harder," Mrs A urged, knowing that she too would benefit.

Jack began to drive into Dee, pulling her in with each thrust. Mrs A watched mesmerised and then felt another finger slide into her and begin to work her in the same way. 

"Let me watch your face," she lifted Dee's head up so she had a clear view. 

Her own hand slid between her legs and she began to play with herself as she watched. She held Dee's fingers deep within her as she felt the climax building. In seconds, she was gripped around them, thrusting her hips forward as she came. Dee slid her fingers free and moved them straight to her own clit. Mrs A watched as the two fucked furiously in front of her, chasing down their own climax with relentless speed. 

When they had finished, Mrs A went to her husband and nestled into his lap. She felt his hardness underneath her and smiled at him.

"Such a patient boy, waiting your turn." She sucked on his bottom lip playfully. "I promise to reward you properly. Have you got anything in mind?"

A Second Opinion

I Love your Legs by Louis Loizides Mitsu

Emma watched him as he moved across the balcony, talking into his phone. She sipped her wine and indulged in the opportunity to stare at this gorgeous man without fear of getting caught. His blond hair was ruffled where he kept running his hand through it. They had gone to dinner straight after work and were now back at her place. This was not the first date and she was ready to take it further, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to get a second opinion. She smiled to herself and pulled out her phone, it took only minutes for the messages to be exchanged and she was just putting her phone away when he rejoined her on the couch.
"Sorry about that," he apologised as he topped up their glasses. "I've turned it off now, so no more interruptions. I'm all yours." He smiled at her and she felt herself flush.
"As tempting as that sounds, I hope you're up for one last interruption." She held his gaze, pausing as she let him wonder. "I have a feeling you won't mind."

Mrs A stood at the door in a short black dress and heels, her hair long and loose around her shoulders. She gave Emma a lingering, soft kiss before following her inside.
"This should be fun," she smiled at Emma when she saw what was waiting inside.
When the introductions had been made and drinks topped up, Emma nodded at Mrs A, who turned her attention to the man in front of her.
"Forgive me for intruding on your date. I promise I will leave you two alone soon. Do you know why I'm here?"
"There is no need to apologise, Mrs A. As Emma predicted, I don't mind. In fact, I'm quite intrigued." The slight smile and eyes bright with excitement reminded her of her husband - that had to be a good sign.
"It seems my friend is very taken by you, and I can certainly see why. You may know that Emma and I are quite close. We have a special relationship..." she paused for a moment, "we sometimes like to have fun together." She waited again, letting the words sink in. "Do you think that would be a problem for you?"
To his credit, his eyes never left hers and his face betrayed nothing. The only clue that he had understood her meaning was in his eyes. They burned with heat and she felt her pulse quicken.
"It would be a crazy man that would stand in the way of a gorgeous woman and her equally gorgeous special friend," he spoke softly. "I've been called a lot of things...crazy is not one of them."

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