Summer Discoveries No. 2: Party Dream free porn video

During their recent date night at the Creekside Inn, Jack and Steph Flanagan had experienced a series of thoughts, feelings, sensations and desires that were eye-opening for Steph, a relatively shy and conservative housewife.

While Jack and Steph had been heading back to their car after running into Steph’s best friend, Amy, and her new boyfriend, Phil, at a local restaurant, Jack and Steph had peeked into Phil’s backyard. They had been intending to check out his new deck to get ideas for a deck of their own. Instead, they were surprised to see Amy and Phil in a heated sexual liaison.

Upon seeing them, Steph’s initial instinct had been to hurry away as quickly as possible. If she had been asked how she would react to seeing her best friend sucking her new boyfriend’s cock and fucking him, Steph would have said — with what she would have believed to be one hundred percent certainty — that she would move quickly away. 

But Steph hadn’t walked away. She almost couldn't.  It was an irresistible compulsion that she couldn’t resist, almost like the compulsion people feel to watch the aftermath of an auto accident — something you might later be ashamed of but somehow can’t control.

Something about the raw sexual images and events playing out in front of Steph’s eyes touched a part of her that she didn’t know existed, or maybe somehow knew existed but refused to acknowledge. Although Steph had always been shy and conservative, what she saw — and her instinctive response to it, facilitated by alcohol that probably diminished her inhibitions — awakened something inside her. 

Steph had been curious when she’d first peered through the gate to see Amy’s legs spread apart and Phil going down on her. But she had been entranced when Amy unfastened Phil’s pants and his penis quickly swelled to a hard dick and then a powerfully raging cock. There was something insistent in that image that provoked an instinctive and immediate desire in her. To be frank, she wanted it. 

And Jack saw that. In fact, he had asked her that night in Phil’s backyard if she had wanted Phil’s cock, and she had said no, lying to herself as much as to Jack. Regardless, Jack had asked her to show him how she’d suck Phil’s cock, and she did so, gladly and greedily. She couldn’t remember having been more turned on.

Afterwards, they took turns engaging in a role play of sorts about how Phil would fuck Steph. First, Jack had shown Steph how he thought Phil would fuck her. And then she showed Jack how she’d fuck Phil. Suffice to say she had an intense orgasm. 

In the following days, Steph contemplated whether she had been honest with Jack when he had asked her if she had wanted Phil’s cock, and she had said no. Truthfully, she had wanted it. But if she had been actually given the opportunity, she probably would have declined.

Wanting it and actually doing it are two entirely different things. But she did feel a bit bad for having misled Jack — for not having been more transparent about her true desire — and she thought about if she should tell him, and how. 

Steph had also thought about what she and Jack had done — watching Amy and Phil and then fucking in his backyard — and wasn’t entirely sure what she thought about it. It was certainly unlike her — she and Jack had never done anything like it. She wasn’t sure if it had been the alcohol that had lowered her and Jack’s inhibitions, but she had definitely thought about it through the following days and continued to be turned on by what had happened.

She hoped she could be honest with Jack about that, and that he’d accept it. All indications were that Jack would be happy with a more sexually adventurous and imaginative wife, but it was still different from how things had been for them for the past twenty-plus years, and she was understandably fearful about starting down a new path. 

Standing in the kitchen on the Thursday evening following that special Friday night, after the kids had gone to bed, Steph said to Jack, “Sunday is the 1st, Canada Day. Want to have a party?” 

“It’s supposed to be a gorgeous day,” he replied. “That sounds great.”

“Why don’t we invite the neighbourhood friends and my sister and her boyfriend?” Steph suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied. “That would be Andy and Susan, Bill and Janet, and Tom and Ellen?

“And how about Amy and Phil?” Steph suggested.

“Of course,” Jack answered. “I forgot Amy is back in town. And I guess Phil is in the neighbourhood, too.”

“”He could give us some suggestions on the deck?” Steph added.

“There you go with the deck again!” Jack laughed. “So that’s your ulterior motive?”

“Sure,” Steph answered.

They hadn’t talked about the previous Friday night, and maybe they were just going to let it go unspoken. But on the other hand, Steph felt like they should probably talk about it.

“So you don’t feel weird about them after Friday?” Steph asked.

“Well, I suppose it might feel a bit awkward for a moment,” Jack replied, “but we can’t blame them for doing what comes naturally. It’s not their fault we stumbled upon them.”

“I know,” Steph answered. “You’re right. Amy’s my best friend. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“Besides,” Jack suggested, “I have to admit that it will be kind of exciting next time we see them.”

“You think so?” Steph replied.

“Don’t you?”

And here Steph was again, with a question she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to answer honestly. Could she be honest with herself and Jack about how turned on it made her, to think about what had happened last Friday? Jack was certainly being honest with her about it.

So, after a pregnant pause, Steph decided to be honest, looked Jack in the eye, and answered, “Yes.”

Jack was watching her. Steph feared for a moment that he’d be upset or disappointed with her answer. That even though he had encouraged her in the past to be more daring and adventurous, maybe he didn't really want that for real? Maybe he just thought he liked the idea of it? That he really wanted the shy woman she had been her whole life? 

He pulled her close, hugged her, and said in her ear, “I think it’s sexy that you think so. I think you are sexy.”

So there they were, finally talking about Friday. 

“Have you thought about it?” Jack asked.

Steph paused, again slightly uncertain about giving a totally honest answer, before answering, “Yes. Have you?”

“Yes. I’ve thought about what we saw. And what we did.”

“What did you think about?” Steph asked, needing him to vocalize what they were talking about, so she could be more open about it.

“Well … ” Jack said, as they remained in an embrace, “I’ve thought about how sexy it looked watching Amy suck Phil’s cock and the powerful way he fucked her. I feel like they encouraged us or showed us how we could be. Maybe how we wanted to be. Or maybe it somehow gave you permission to be less conservative, having seen your best friend that way.”

“And, to be honest,” Jack added, “I’ve thought a lot about how you showed me how you’d suck Phil’s cock, even though you said you didn’t want to. And then how we showed each other how you and he would fuck.”

Steph could feel Jack getting hard through the exercise shorts he was wearing against her through her pyjama pants. And Steph was aware that her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric of her cotton top, against Jack’s chest.

He paused. “Are you okay with this?” 

“Yes,” Steph answered.

“So it wasn’t just the alcohol on Friday?”

“Not entirely,” she admitted.

Jack’s hand moved between their bodies and spread over her thin top, grazing her nipples.

“Have you thought about Phil’s cock?” Jack asked, eyeing her, and lightly squeezing her nipple.

“Maybe,” Steph answered.

Jack surprised her by pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it onto the kitchen island, so that her bare breasts pushed against his chest.

“Are you thinking about it now?” he asked.

With him talking about it, how could she not be? Somehow emboldened by her newly-discovered sexual courage, even without alcohol, Steph slid her fingers into Jack’s shorts, wrapped them around his hard cock, and answered, “Yes.

“I think you weren’t entirely truthful last week, dear,” Jack said, looking at her playfully. “I think you did want Phil’s cock.”

Here was Steph’s chance to be honest with Jack where she hadn’t been before. 

Somewhat shyly, she answered, “Maybe.”

“Maybe, eh?” Jack responded. “That’s not what you said Friday night!” 

“It was really hard to admit,” Steph answered. “Even to myself.”

“I understand,” Jack answered, caressing Steph’s bare nipples. “I can’t for the life of me understand or explain why I find it so hot.”

“Because you’re a pervert,” Steph answered, squeezing Jack’s cock as she said so.

“Maybe,” Jack answered. “Maybe a little.” He leaned into Steph and whispered in her ear, “So tell the truth, then. Did you want his big cock?”

Hesitating, Steph still had to ask one question that worried her a bit, but needed to know, “Did you want Amy?”

“Sucking my cock?” he asked. 

“Yes. Or anything,” Steph answered

“No,” he replied. “Although to be completely honest, she did look very sexy naked on her knees. But no, I don’t want her sucking my cock. I want you sucking my cock. But,” he added, joking with her, “you can pretend it’s Phil’s if you want.”

Steph felt relieved and turned on. She decided to try a little bit more honesty.

“You know what?” she said. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I”d like that.”

Steph pulled Jack’s shorts off his hips, and knelt on top of them, on the kitchen floor.

“Like what?” Jack said. “Pretending it’s Phil’s?”

“Is that okay?” she asked, looking up at Jack as she held his hard dick in her hand.

“Hell yes, it’s okay,” Jack answered. “More than okay, Like I said, I don’t know why I find it so hot, but I definitely do.”

Steph felt relieved again but also turned on. She leaned forward and licked the head of Jack’s cock. It was crazy to be doing this sober. It was just barely believable what they had done last week when half drunk.

“Well, then, tell Phil how much you like his cock,” Jack insisted as his heated length dangled in front of her.

Steph pumped him in her fist and, looking up at him, said, “Your cock is so hot, Phil.”

Honestly, it felt a little forced to talk like that. Like it was an out-of-body experience and someone else was in her place. But for whatever reason, she was willing to try. And, once the words came out, awkward as it felt, she was actually turned on by it. Jack’s fingers slid to the back of her head, and he pressed the head of his dick to her mouth. As she opened her lips and took him in, he moaned in pleasure.

“Mmm … Steph,” he encouraged. “So good. Play with my balls.”

Steph was quite sure that was something Jack had never, ever said to her. Somehow this pretending, or role-playing, or whatever you wanted to call it, enabled them to step out of their decades-long comfort zone and to try totally different things. And so Steph did as Jack had asked. She cradled his balls in her fingers, caressing them as her lips extended around the glistening head of his cock, and her tongue licked a slow circle around the crown.

“Do you like sucking my big cock?” he asked.

Steph nodded, surprised how much she did like sucking his cock, and not wanting to let him slip from her mouth.

“Does it make your pussy wet to get my cock so fucking hard?”

It did, and Steph nodded again, pulling her mouth off and licking down the front of his rigid length, along the vein. She couldn’t believe Jack was talking to her like this and found it even harder to believe that she liked it. 

“Then take your pants off and let me find out how wet I make you.”

He was demanding in a way Jack had never been, and it made her tingle with desire. Steph tugged her pants off her hips and wiggled out of them, completely naked on the kitchen floor. He leaned over her, his hard dick dangling in front of her, and reached from over and behind her ass to slide a fingertip between her pussy lips.

“You are wet,” he responded. “That is so fucking hot.”

Steph agreed, Yes, it was.

“Tell me how wet it makes you, to think of sucking Phil’s cock,” he demanded.

Steph closed her eyes. That seemed hard. But then she opened them, and looked up at him, and stroked his cock with her hand

Once again she felt awkward playing a role that didn’t feel like herself, but she said, “Oh, Phil, your big, hard cock makes me so wet.” And again, once she had actually said it, she was turned on by what she had said and done. 

He leaned down and played with her nipples, and a surge of sensation rushed through her body.

“Big? Bigger than Jack?”

“Yes,” Steph answered, honestly.

“Does that turn you on?”

Steph looked up at Jack. She didn’t want to insult him. But, right now, it did turn her on. His eyes said he was okay with that.

“Yes, that does turn me on.”

“Wet because you want it inside you?

“Yes!” Steph answered, surprising herself with the intensity of her response.

“Wet because you want it fucking you?”

“Yes,” Steph answered, before sucking on his head again, pulling back off, and continuing, “please.”

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her from her neck down to her breasts, where his teeth and lips tugged upon and grazed at her nipples. Steph was practically panting. Jack turned her around and bent her over the island, her nipples grazing the cool, granite countertop.

“You want Phil’s big cock fucking you?”

“Please, Phil, you’re making me crazy. Fuck me.”

“Deep?”

“Yes!”

“Hard?”

“Yes!!!”

With that, his hands gripped her hips and he thrust hungrily inside her. Her pussy pulsed around him, squeezing, contracting, throbbing. 

“Cum all over Phil’s big cock,” he grunted, as he withdrew and pounded into her. Fucking her like never before.

Steph could only moan in response. His thrusts were dragging her nipples across the countertop, and the sensations were delicious. When he reached his hand around her hip to stroke her clit as he bent her over and thrust into her, her knees almost buckled despite him pinning her against the island. As his fingertip coaxed her pulsing clit and his hips raged back and forth savagely, sensations rocketed throughout her body.

“Oh!”

“You want Phil’s cum shooting all over you?”

Oh damn, that was naughty. But hot. Steph nodded, unable to speak. Driven over the edge, an orgasm rushed over her body as he thrust one final time, and lingered deep within her. Steph felt him pull out, and she shivered before dollops of cum spurted onto her buttocks and the small of her back. It felt dirty and hot at the same time. 

Jack collapsed against her for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, before he turned her to him, pulled her tight, and said, “Amazing. I love you.”

That’s all he said. And all Steph needed to hear.

That night, like other nights that week, Steph had a vivid dream, her imagination having been awakened. In the dream, Jack and Steph planned the Canada Day party they had discussed. They placed phone calls and texts Thursday night and Friday and arranged the party for Sunday afternoon. The kids were having sleepovers at friends’ houses.

Jack had gone to the grocery store and bought watermelon and burgers, and had gone to a Polish specialty store for sausages. Steph had made broccoli salad and potato salad, and they had plenty of beer and wine. Of the five couples at the party, including Jack and Steph, Amy and Phil were the last to arrive. 

It was the first time Jack and Steph had seen them since that eventful Friday night. And it was not as awkward as Steph had expected.

“You look great,” Amy said. “You’re glowing. Are you pregnant or something?”

“No, just feeling good about myself, I guess,” Steph answered, her newfound sexuality haven given her new confidence.”

Steph ate healthily and tried to exercise, but hers was not a toned body like Amy's, with her runner’s legs. After children, Steph’s breasts were not firm as they once were. Although Steph was not fat or even chubby, she wasn’t nineteen anymore, either. But Steph had a pretty face, or had been told so, and believed she did. And she could still wear a two-piece bathing suit and feel good about it.

“And you remember Phil?” Amy asked. 

“Of course,” Steph answered, smiling and offering her hand.

Amy just didn’t know how much Steph remembered him! As Phil shook her hand, Steph tingled a bit at the touch. Phil was handsome, but not overly-so in a Hollywood way. More real. Of course, the way his penis grew so rigid when aroused was immediately vivid in her mind. Something about it was so virile and insistent and raw. Although Steph had never really been a fan of blowjobs, thinking about his cock made her mouth water and nearly brought her to her knees.

She quickly snapped out of a brief reverie, when Phil said, “It’s good to see you again. Thanks for inviting us. I’m sorry you didn’t make it over last Friday after dinner.”

She paused a moment, thinking, 'Oh, but we did!' Instead, she said, “Sorry. We were worn out and decided to just go home.”

“Another time?” he asked.

“We’d like that,” Steph answered, truthfully.

Steph offered Phil a beer, and he accepted, and Amy made herself at home, opening a bottle of white wine that was chilling on the counter and pouring each of us a glass.

Steph led Phil out to their deck and told him she’d love to hear his thoughts on his new deck, because Jack and Steph were thinking of replacing theirs. He told Steph how much he liked the Trex material and added that he had built a fire pit built into his deck and loved it, suggesting that they do the same. At his mention of the fire pit, Steph couldn’t help but think about how Phil’s and Amy’s naked bodies had been silhouetted by the fire, and about her first image of Phil’s extended cock as it rose upward in the light of the flames.

As Phil and Amy mingled on the deck, Steph returned to the kitchen to help Jack. They stood side by side at the sink, and looked out the window onto the deck. 

“Did you feel awkward seeing them?” Jack asked.

“Only a little,” Steph answered. “Not as much as I thought I might.”

“Were you excited to see him?” Jack asked, moving behind her and putting his arms around her waist as they talked and watched their guests.

“A little,” Steph answered. “I don't see how he keeps that thing discreet in his shorts.”

Jack laughed at that.

‘I’m serious!” Steph said, taking a drink of her wine.

“I know!” Jack answered.

“Let’s be social,” Steph told Jack and headed out the sliding doors onto the deck, and their guests. She talked to everyone, including Phil.

He was likeable. Intelligent. He had a sense of humour, and was well-travelled. Steph admired that he had sold his law practice to work with kids. Amy had found a good guy. That big cock that she had seen was a bonus. Steph thought, wistfully, that she probably wouldn’t see it again.

Minutes later, Jack and Steph were both in the kitchen alone again, and Jack said, “I saw you talking to him.”

“Well, of course, I was. He’s a guest.”

“A special one?” Jack asked.

“All of our guests are special,” Steph retorted. 

Jack moved behind her, again, and whispered in her ear. “But they don’t all have cocks like that. Or fuck like he does.”

“Or,” he added, reaching around to her inner thigh and caressing upward all the way to her panties, ”make your pussy wet like he does.”

Steph couldn’t deny it. He did. And she was. Wet, that is. Steph closed her eyes as Jack’s fingers brushed her panties aside and caressed between her moistened pussy lips. A little over a week ago she would have told him to stop. But the new Steph allowed herself to enjoy it. She looked out the kitchen window at the guests, at Phil, as Jack's fingertip grazed her pussy. 

“Are you looking at him?” he asked in her ear. 

As Steph answered, "yes," Jack's finger slipped inside her and Steph exhaled in a gasp. 

"Do you wish this was him," he asked as his finger curled into her. 

Steph just rotated her hips against his finger and gasped again. 

"Tell me," he said. 

Before she could answer, Jack and Steph heard the door open and Jack withdrew his hand. 

Amy saw them pulling apart and said, "You two. More than twenty years and still can't keep your hands off each other. I am jealous."

Little did she know that she and Phil were a big part of the reason Jack and Steph couldn't keep their hands off each other. Amy refilled her drink and headed back outside. 

"No," Steph answered Jack's hanging question, whether she wished it was Phil stroking her warm, aroused pussy. "I like you doing it to me. But the thought does turn me on," she added. "The thought of him wanting me — or just being wanted — with that ferocious passion we saw. And for his ...". She paused. She was going to say "penis," but that word didn't feel strong enough. But she had never really used the word that fitted. Said it aloud, that is. But she was liking the newly emboldened her, so she decided to go with it.

"For his cock to get that hard... that furious... for me.  Yes. I have to admit it’s a sexy thought."

Steph leaned to Jack, kissed him briefly, and turned to go back to their guests, leaving him with these thoughts. 

Over time, some of their guests left, and the sun dropped below the horizon, but the sky was still light and the air was warm. When Jack and Steph stood at the front door waving goodbye to Steph’s sister and her boyfriend, only Amy and Phil remained. Steph walked back into the kitchen to find her best friend cleaning up, having wiped the counters and filled the dishwasher. 

“Thank you,” Steph said. 

Even though Amy was like family and always helped, Steph was still always a little surprised to get help. For all of Jack's great qualities, he was not the most helpful cleaning the kitchen.

"Of course," she said, and then paused a moment. “So, does Phil meet your approval?”

“Yes, he does,” Steph said slowly, wondering how she'd react if she knew how much Steph had "approved" of him — and how much of him Steph had approved — last weekend. Phil came into the kitchen and told Jack and Steph to go relax out on the deck. He would help Amy finish up in the kitchen. Needless to say, Steph was very appreciative. 

Jack and Steph went out to the deck and, as they sat and had a drink as the sun set. Jack started to light a fire in their fire pit to keep the bugs away. As Steph looked into the kitchen at Amy and Phil, and back outside at the fire pit, Steph couldn’t help but think of the way the fire in Phil’s pit had flickered against their naked bodies the week before. Steph closed her eyes for a moment and, thinking back to last Friday, could see the silhouette of Phil’s engorged cock throbbing in the night air and hear their gasps and moans, and the soft slapping sounds of skin on skin as Phil thrust into Amy. 

Feeling turned on and emboldened, Steph placed her hand on Jack's thigh and dragged her fingernails up inside the loose-fitting leg of his shorts. He looked at her with a surprised smile as her fingers moved inside his boxers and slid around his penis. Because Steph was turned sideways facing Jack on the sofa, her back, which was to the kitchen window, blocked Phil and Amy’s view as Steph felt Jack's penis thicken in her hand, rapidly rising and hardening. Steph wasn’t sure she cared, anyway, but that little bit of cover — and the wine — might have helped further embolden her as she slowly and lightly caressed Jack’s swelling cock.

It was thrilling being outside, in the warm air with a gentle breeze, her fingers wrapped around her husband's hard cock. Not knowing whether Amy and Phil were looking, but, at the same time, knowing that they were a glance away. That they could be watching. Like Jack and Steph had watched them. And that they might react to Jack and Steph as they had reacted to Phil and Amy — with powerful hunger and desire.

Steph didn’t know what was coming over her. She could only guess that it was all of the circumstances combined. Slipping her fingers off Jack's cock and out of his shorts, she brought her fingers to the bottom of her shirt. Watching Jack's eyes widen in amazement, Steph slipped her shirt over her head, her hands reaching behind to unfasten her bra. The bra fell down her arms, dangled on the sofa for a moment, and fell to the ground.

Her breasts were bare to the night air and her husband's eyes. Her nipples tingled and grew taut and eager to be touched. Her back — but only her back — was bared to the kitchen window.

Steph scooted closer to Jack, leaned to kiss him, and slipped her fingers back up the leg of his shorts and around his cock. She slowly stroked him, with her thumb on the prominent vein on the front of his cock, her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft. His flesh was warm, hot, even. Steph pulled away from the kiss as she felt Jack's hand graze her bared breast, his fingertip caressing her areola and painfully briefly brushing her nipple.

Combined with all of the multiple sensations, his touch on her nipple ignited her. Steph pulled his hand to her breast and forced his thumb and forefinger around her nipple, to tug at it. As he tugged on her nipple, sending fire through her body, Steph lost track of where she was for a moment. She tugged at Jack’s shorts and, unable to remove them while sitting, he stood up beside her and seamlessly helped her pull his shorts off his hips, to drop at his feet. 

Jack's cock stood upright, beautiful and powerful and insistent, raised in the night air, just as Phil's had been the previous week.

For a moment, Steph realized where they were and what was happening. Jack was naked waist down. Steph was naked waist up. Steph still hadn't glanced back, but initially hoped — for all that was in her — that Amy and Phil were not looking. And then she decided to dig deeper and be honest with herself. Steph wanted them to be looking. She wanted them aroused. By her and Jack.

And it was so sexy to be doing this outside, exposed to the night air. Shrubs and fencing protecting them, privately from all eyes, except those in their very own house.

Steph reached to Jack's raised cock, wrapped her fingers around it, tugged downward, and for only the third or fourth time in years leaned forward to slip her mouth over the head of his cock. Steph knew he loved it. He'd asked many times. But she rarely did it and never liked it. Not prim and proper her. But she was so turned on and wanted him to feel it.  

Her fingertips brushed Jack's balls as her lips slipped around the crown of his dick, and she licked the head, hearing and feeling him moan in pleasure, his fingers in her hair. She pulled her mouth back, sliding her fingers up and down his heated length, and stood.

Unable to resist, Steph glanced back over her shoulder and, sure enough, Phil and Amy had moved from the kitchen window to the sliding glass doors, watching them, their expressions astonished but encouraging. Steph panicked, ready to cover herself up and run inside, ready to blush and apologize and cry.

As she had glanced, Jack had pulled his shirt off, and pulled her to him, her back to his chest, her front facing the house — and Phil and Amy — as her husband's fingers found the button and waist of her shorts.

'Oh my god,' she thought.

He tugged her shorts and underwear, together, off her hip, and they slid to her feet. She was stark naked.

Her eyes went instinctively to Phil. She was terrified of his reaction, with her body no longer perfect, her breasts not as firm as they were before children, and her legs not as firm and toned as Amy's. But what Steph saw did not register what she expected. She wasn't sure how she knew he liked what he saw, But she knew. She felt it in the way he looked at her.

Steph closed her eyes. She felt very sexy, exposed outside, aroused, desirous, and desired. 

Jack's left hand slipped around Steph’s body, cupping her breast, his thumb on her nipple. His right hand slid down her belly, and between her legs. Steph leaned back against him as his fingertip parted her lips and grazed her swollen clitoris, her bared body totally exposed to Phil. 

Steph opened her eyes and looked ahead again.

Behind the sliding glass door, Phil's shorts were at his feet. Amy was behind him like Jack was behind her.

'Oh my god,' she thought, again. Phil's dick, that beautiful cock, was thick and full and aroused and alive. Steph’s eyes trailed from his cock, up his chest, to his eyes, and she saw they were locked upon her. Jack's finger dipped between her lips, circled around and against her clit, and slipped inside her warm pussy, as his thumb and forefinger simultaneously tugged her nipple. Amy's slender fingers rose up and down around Phil's massive cock. Which Steph devoured with her eyes.

'Fuck.' Phil wanted her. She could feel it.

Steph turned around to Jack, stroking his cock as his palms spread over her breasts, her body upright but rocking. Steph needed him inside her. Right then and there, immediately. She pushed Jack down to his back on the sofa, and turned, unable to help herself, to glance at Phil and Amy, as Steph knelt, straddling Jack, ready to slide down and swallow his heat. The sliding door was open. They had stepped outside.

'Fuck,' she thought. 'No. Yes.'

Steph held Jack's hard cock upright in her hand, guided it to herself, and slid down, her eyes shutting as she absorbed — or tried to absorb — all of the infinite sensations flooding her brain and body. Steph glanced down at Jack, leaning over him to dangle her breasts to his mouth, and moaned as his lips encircled her nipple. He, too, watched Phil and Amy watching them.

Phil and Amy had lost their clothes somewhere between the door and the deck and were now standing outside on the deck. Steph slid up and down Jack's cock, leaning forward to create friction against her clit as she descended and swallowed him. Unlike last week, when Phil's beautiful cock was across the backyard from her, it was now only feet from her eyes. From her fingers.

She tried to resist thinking about how close he was, and what she wanted. But she had to admit it. Steph wanted him fucking her right then. She rocked on her husband's cock, her hips rotating, and her clit grazing him each time she descended and thrust down into him. 

Steph wanted Phil to move behind her, lift her off Jack's cock, and thrust oh-so-deep inside her from behind. Jack's fingers grabbed her buttocks and yanked her down to him. His fingertip slipped downward, stroked between her pussy and anus, and when his fingertip touched her there — on her anus — Steph came apart. Lost control.

Jack gently bit her nipple and a stream of sensations rushed through her body and set forth explosions. Steph gasped and moaned and shuddered and shook and felt the orgasmic sensations run over and around and through her. She collapsed atop Jack and closed her eyes, slowly moved her hips, squeezing Jack's dick, as the waves of the orgasm ebbed, not entirely over, but slowly receding.

And then Steph felt something. Phil, behind her, his hands on her hips, lifting her off of Jack. And Steph felt blinding heat overwhelming her body as his perfect cock penetrated her core. And then ...

... She woke up.

Indeed, Steph had been having very vivid dreams. This, of course, was one of those dreams she hoped she could resume when she fell back asleep.

This story is a sequel to my previous story, “After Dinner Surprise.” Reading that story first could help put this one in context.