Temptation Through the Window Ch. 02

The rest of the first day of the rest of my life had not been what you may have hoped. It was shocking, at least to me, in how ordinary it was. I imagined this real-life porno where Lauren and Damion joined us in bed, where the four of us caressed, kissed and savored each other for hours, until each of us had given into every carnal desire and were physically spent.
Instead, Damion let Jessica know they probably had to go pick up their kids, and 15 minutes later they were out the door. Lauren and I shared a drink and a quiet conversation, interrupted by my husband texting me they were on the way home themselves. I scrambled out the door, showering, hiding my new bikini in a box in the back of the closet and crawling into bed by the time the SUV rolled into the driveway. He was none the wiser.
Lauren had shared my contact info with Jessica and Damion, and I was so happy to get a text from them the next day. The three of us started a group conversation, and it was flirty and fun and kept my heart full. We never talked about my husband. I never brought him up. They never asked. Lauren told me they knew I was married, but that was my business.
"I should feel bad, right?" I asked her that Tuesday night over a glass of wine.
She shrugged. "That's not for me to decide. Do you?"
"No, not really," I said as I took a sip of cabernet. "Maybe I will eventually. But right now I just ... I don't know ... it feels like I have this whole ass thing that's just for me. And I don't know where it'll go, but I want to see where it does."
Lauren put down her wine glass, gave me a hug and I just held tight to her for a long time. The two of us had done more together than I had ever imagined, but nothing explicitly sexual between just the two of us had really happened. I didn't know if it would, or I wanted to. She was my guide. My advisor. My confidant. She was so important to me, and felt too close to just crawl into bed with. That's strange, right? Or maybe it's not. I don't know. I was just living in the moment, reacting to what felt right or good.
The next morning my phone beeped as I was on the cycle. It was Damion. "Jessica and I would love to meet you for lunch on Friday, if you're available." My heart skipped a beat, and I too quickly responded with a YES Gif.
Twenty-four hours later, I was sitting in my SUV outside the bar and grill in the next suburb over. I had suggested it, knowing that it was very unlikely anyone I knew would be here. It was shortly before noon, and the crowd was very working-class. Lots of pickup trucks in the parking lot, men going in for 15 wings and two beers during their lunch hour. And Damion and Jessica, standing in front and probably wondering if I was going to ghost.
I was not. I opened up my SUV door and strided across the lot, wearing a hunter-green wrap dress that displayed a significant amount of cleavage and a 3" heel. My hair was up in a ponytail, with gold hoop earrings and a matching necklace. I gave both of them hugs, letting my hand wander across Damion's chest in a white dress shirt and wrapping my arms around Jessica's shoulders as we embraced. She looked wonderful in jeans and a black bodysuit, her curves perfectly framed by both. I found myself wanting to kiss both of them, and held myself back.
She took my hand, though, as we walked into the restaurant and were seated at a booth in the back. He ordered an unsweet tea, and black cherry hard seltzers for us girls. They had me sit in between them, leading me to get into a rhythm quickly. Look at him on my left, her on my right, try to quiet my nerves, look around the room to make sure I didn't see anyone I recognize, then glance at my menu for a half-second before starting it all over again.
Fifteen minutes after our first drinks came, Jessica brought up the elephant in the room. Or rather, the missing husband. "We just wanted to know," she said, at a volume elvankent escort careful to make sure only the three of us could hear. "What the situation is. Or what you want it to be."
I took a deep breath, and a long sip of my drink. "I don't know," I say. "It'd be easier if I told him that I wanted something else, right? That I don't want to blow up our marriage and wreck our kids' lives but I also cannot imagine pretending like the last few weeks hasn't happened."
"Like an open marriage?" Damion asked.
"I guess. Or swinging. I don't know. This is all so new I'm not even sure what to call it. What do you all call yourself?" I said, looking up at him.
"We're open," Damion said. "There are rules. Permission to play with someone new. A warning if you may play with someone that we already know. We usually play together, but both of us have done so separately."
Jessica interrupted. "But neither of us has had like an extra romantic partner. A girlfriend for him, boyfriend or girlfriend for me. We do have a small group of people we enjoy seeing, like Lauren."
"And maybe me?" I asked, shocked at myself even as the words were falling out of my mouth.
They both laughed, and Damion waved the waitress over for another round of drinks and to take our food order.
That seemed to break up any lingering nerves I had, the rest of the date spent chatting about our kids, our lives and mild flirtation. The fact I was on a date with a married couple almost was forgotten until I felt a hand on my knee, and looked underneath the table to see Damion's right hand exploring my leg. I grinned up at him, and then at Jessica, who knew exactly what her husband was up to.
He left it there for the rest of the lunch, only lifting it when it came time to pay the bill. I tried to hand him some cash, but he refused it. "Maybe a kiss at the car instead?" he asked, and I winked.
We walked out the three of us side by side, my eyes still looking around the room and wondering if anyone had any idea what was going on. If they did, they didn't care, too busy downing Bud Lights and watching the 45 TVs.
As we walked out the door Damion took my hand and Jessica slid hers along my back, as I followed them to the car. I don't know if my heels hit the ground, and before I knew it I was leaning against the side of a SUV in the far corner of the lot, my lips grazing against Damion's as my eyes stared into Jessica's. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, his hands at my lower back, as I leaned into his chest. A tingle went down my spine, my whole body desperate for more. I felt another hand against my hip. Jessica, feeling my dress fabric bunched up in her hand, as she joined her husband. She draped her hand across his shoulder, and he effortlessly slid from the kiss with me and let her take over. I moaned as I kissed her again, the combination of desire and a hard seltzer buzz making me want them to put me in the back of the truck and take me right then and there. Instead I kissed her for a bit longer, and then him again. And then watched as they kissed each other.
"Don't open your marriage," Jessica said, as we all realized the time and the need to get back to our lives. "It'll just end in disaster. But if your husband screwed around on you, why can't you screw around on him?"
***
"Fuckkkkkkkk," I purred as I felt his hand along the inside of my thigh.
It had been two months since my first date with Damion and Jessica. We did not have sex that day, but I had sex with both of them two days after that. Then with Damion by myself. Then Jessica. Then Damion and Jessica. Then Jessica. Then watching from the window as Lauren fucked one of her many suitors. Then listening to her as she said I should broaden my horizons, try out more fantasies.
But I still was not ready to put myself on a dating app, so here came my favorite couple with emek escort a man for me. Javier was tall, handsome, single and age-appropriate, and now he had his hand on my tanned thigh as he sipped a bourbon neat. We were at a table at the rooftop bar of an upscale hotel, Damion and Jessica across from us.
"Told you that you would love him," Jessica said with a knowing laugh, having experienced this Hispanic man's charms a time or two herself.
I was so much more comfortable now than the last time you saw me, leaning into Javier's chest and leaning up, playfully kissing at his neck as the four of us drank and passed around a weed pen. We had all night for this, including a room on the 24th floor with a view of the city. I was into it, so much so that I didn't hesitate to kiss Javier when he went in for a smooch, opening my painted red lips and letting his hand move from my thigh up to my breast, barely covered in a black bodycon dress. I felt a hand slide through my ponytail, and leaned off of the kiss, knowing Jessica was waiting for me. Her tongue slid easily into my mouth, before she took my hand and told the guys we'd be right back.
I was high, buzzed and ready as she and I walked to the restroom, me leaning against the vanity and adjusting my makeup as she went into a stall. "What do you think?" she asked over the door. "He's so handsome," I said, as a pretty 20-something walked in and stared at my ass in a dress made for someone her age. The stall door opened, and Jessica leaned into my ear as she washed her hands. "And he fucks as good as he kisses," she whispered.
"I'm up for anything tonight," I said in a sultry tone, as we strided out of the restroom hand-in-hand, finding the men back at the table. I walked up behind Javier, dragging my arms across his chest and pressing my breasts into his back. Kissing at his earlobe, speaking into it, "Ready to go?"
He bounded out of the chair, and Damion did the same. The four of us off the rooftop and to the elevator, walking into an empty lift and immediately attacking each other. Javier lifting my dress over my booty as he held me in his arms, his tongue down my throat. Damion pressing Jessica against the wall, her leg wrapped around his. The elevator dinged, the doors opened, and a senior citizen couple got a great look at my ass. I could hardly care, so eager to get into the room.
Damion slid the key card and opened up the door, leaving it open for the rest of us. Jessica and I already had a plan in place, so we immediately went into the bedroom. "You two just make drinks," I called out. "We'll just be a minute."
I peeled the dress off of my skin, until I was in my black lace bra and thong panty set, my hard nipples pushing against the lace. Jessica did the same, watching me watch her through the mirror as she slipped off her sultry dress and was down to a lilac set. Then she opened up a bag, and told me to hold up my hair. I turned around and watched as she put a choker on my neck. "HOTWIFE" it read in tiny silver beads. Then she lifted her hair and I affixed her choker across her neck. "VIXEN" it read. We admired ourselves in the mirror for a moment, and then walked out of the bedroom. Damion was sitting in a club chair, Javier the couch. The curtains were open, a floor-to-ceiling window facing out into the city and providing light.
"The two of you," Jessica hissed. "Naked. Now."
I nodded my head with my sternest look, like we were a pair of bad bitches. Both of them complied, standing up and quickly pulling off their chinos, dress shirts, socks and underwear. I had seen Damion's hard cock plenty of times, and it didn't surprise me anymore. So I affixed my gaze on Javier, anxious to see if what I had rubbed through his trousers all night was what I thought it was. It was. Springing out of his boxer briefs, already hard as a rock. "Sit," I told both.
She and I walked towards eryaman escort the men, her to her husband and me to my date. Crawling on top of them, our bare thighs straddling their legs and teasing their erections already.
A long makeout session ensued, my body grinding on Javier as we kissed. I leaned up and fed him my breasts, holding onto the back of the couch as he suckled on my bosoms, reaching back and unclasping my bra, throwing it onto the floor. I looked over and saw Jessica doing the same thing, Damion nibbling on her puffy nips.
I reached down and caressed Javier's penis, feeling it in my hand as he kissed and touched my body. "Mmmm it's so nice," I whispered into his ear. "Are you sure this is all for me?" His groan told me it was, and I let it slide along my lips through the fabric of my underwear, so he could see how turned on I was. I half expected him to push the strip of lace to the side and slide his manhood inside of me right then and there, but instead I felt both of his hands grab my ass as he lifted up. Carrying me to the bedroom, me giggling and gasping at his strength, then digging my nails into his back as he pushed me against the wall.
"Constance," Javier groaned as he held me there, kissing at my neck. "God babe ... wow ..."
"On the bed," I said. "Now. Fuck this hotwife."
And so he carried me to the bed, dropping me on one of two queen-size mattresses, my whole body flopping on the sheets. I looked up at him, and raised my legs into the air. Watching as he slipped his hands down my thighs, hooked my sticky panties in his fingers and pulled them up the length of my legs, through my heels and onto the floor.
He had me there, on the edge of the bed, and I felt his cock press against my glistening lips. I looked up at him, watching him, as he felt me for the first time. "Mmmm baby your cock is so nice," I purred. "I want to feel you inside me."
He slipped it in easily, my whole body on fire as he held my legs against his shoulders and grinded his cock into my married pussy. Eventually he leaned down, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight to me, making out as his cock held still inside of me. Then he rolled me over and told me to ride. I climbed on top of him, and looked back at the sounds of sex in the living room, seeing Jessica's legs up in the air on the couch as Damion's bare ass moved back and forth.
I looked down at Javier, running my hands through my hair and down across my sweaty, nude body, down my hips and along his chest as I rolled my hips down and felt him deep inside of me. I held there, and then slowly picked up the rhythm. Increasing a beat per minute, until I felt both of his hands on my ass and my tits were swaying as I begged for his cum.
"Cum inside of me," I roared. "Now ... please .... CUM FOR ME JAVI!!!"
And then a gasp, and the sensation of his load filling me up. I held there, squeezing his cock, and taking satisfaction in the speechless man underneath me.
It didn't last long, as I heard Jessica behind me, "C'mon Constance, it's our turn." I kissed Javier as I rolled off of him, and joined Jessica on the other bed. The two of us falling into each other, kissing and touching, me sliding down her body and carefully licking her sweet lips, tasting Damion's sweet and salty cum inside of her as both men watched. My backside was facing them, my thighs together but still impressively nude and on display for them. It was there, as I was close to giving Jessica an orgasm, that I felt a hand against my thigh. "Fuck her baby," I heard Jessica squeal as she dug my head into her mound, and then I felt Damion's cock inside of me.
They held me there, in between them, until I had gotten Jessica off, and looked up to see Javier ready to go again. "Can I?" I asked Jessica, and she nodded, crawling over onto the pillows and watching as I got up on all fours and led Javier's cock into my mouth. The two men sharing me, pushing me back and forth between them. I don't know how long it went on, only that I came twice and finally fell to the bed exhausted, Damion and Javier both having finished. The only item of clothing or jewelry on my body the choker. Hotwife.