Free Watching Sin (A Fetish and Fantasy Short Story) by Lori King Page B

at the moment though, as he sat there taking her in with eyes that held green flames of need. Killian had always looked at her with appreciation, but never gave her any sign that he wanted her until tonight.
    Tonight, he’d gone out of his way to lay his hand on her upper thigh during dinner. Doug had been occupied in conversation as his best friend made his desire known, but she didn’t feel guilty about it. She’d seen the looks Doug gave his business partner when he thought no one was watching, and she’d heard him call out Killian’s name in the darkness of their bedroom. So, she allowed herself to accept the pleasure Killian offered without a word.
    His fingers had teased her skin through the thigh-high slit in her dress, and her thighs parted in an instinctive welcome. When his thick fingertip finally found her slit, she bit her own tongue to avoid begging him to finger fuck her then and there. He had only dallied for a moment before they were interrupted by the mass exodus at the end of the meal, but it was enough to light a bonfire in her belly. Even now, her thighs were damp with her own juices, and her clit was throbbing.
    Doug drew her focus back to the present by nipping at her lower lip, and she felt her knees wobble underneath her. God, she loved it when he added a touch of pain. She could almost feel Killian’s eyes on her, and she wondered briefly if anyone else in the room was watching. She felt Doug slide her zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested at the top of her ass crack. The cool air whispered over her skin, and she shivered as the garment free from her body. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in just a strapless black bra and panties, and a black garter belt holding up silk stockings. She held her breath when he bit the tendon at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, realizing that she was now nearly nude in front of Killian. It was a delicious, wanton feeling. She let her head fall backwards, giving Doug the room he needed to suckle and nip at her throat.
    His hand slid over the curve of her belly to the spread of her thighs, and he brushed his knuckles across the lacy crotch of her panties, drawing the first moan from her throat. Blood pounded in her ears, and her eyes drifted closed as his other hand pushed the foam cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to view. Her nipples tightened into sharp points, and he latched onto one sending her senses reeling.
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    Killian…
    Killian couldn’t believe his luck. For months he had rocked a hard-on for Alana and Doug. From the first time they attended one of his Lusty Fantasies parties, he’d always known they were destined to be his, and he was a patient man. He waited, and watched, easing them along the path he wanted them to walk until they were right here, right now.
    With Doug sucking his wife’s tits a few feet in front of him, Killian tipped his glass, emptying the remaining half-inch of whiskey into his mouth and swallowing the burn. It was fortification for the control he was struggling to maintain.   Right now, he wanted nothing more than to call the two of them to his side and force them both to their knees in front of him. After dipping his finger into Alana’s juicy pussy at dinner, he knew she would be more than willing, but how would Doug react? Would he fly off the handle if Killian shoved his cock in his face and told him to suck it?
    One way or another, tonight they were going to find out. He was tired of waiting, and watching Alana with her wide eyes, and Doug with his flushed cheeks, as they explored their exhibitionist sides. It was time to up the ante, and expose their submissive nature, too.
    Doug had tossed Alana’s bra completely aside so he could play with her tits. The long line of her spine and the sexy curve of her ass beckoned Killian, but he held his place and directed Doug to spin her around again.
    His first view of her luscious breasts made his mouth water and his balls draw up tight.