The lingerie models

Susan lifted her head and looked over to the other sofa, which of course made me look too. Clare was sitting on Dave’s lap and he was admiring her sexy boots with his hand resting on her knee. She had her arm around his neck and they seemed to be chatting away intently about stuff and totally oblivious to us.

Susan was still kneeling on the sofa between my legs with her knees together and her hands were still on my shoulders. She must have felt that the other sofa was not really bothered about what we were doing because she climbed up onto me with her knees either side of me. Her hands moved round to behind my head and she slid forward until she was sitting right on top of the bulge in my jeans. After another quick glance over her shoulder to see if the others were looking she began grinding very, very slightly with her hips. I responded by matching her movements, pushing back slightly with my hard cock. It was all very subtle and no doubt barely noticeable from across the room.

Out the corner of my eye I saw Clare leaving the room and Dave shouted over that she was going to the loo. Dave sat on the other sofa, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife straddling me in nothing but lingerie. From where he sat she only had very thin straps showing on her back from her bra and her thong and the soft pink material made her look almost naked in the dim light. Susan stared back at her husband and I felt her movements increase as she continued to grind her hips against me. Still looking over at Dave, she grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward so my face was buried between her breasts. She twisted her body slightly so her right boob was right in my face and she held my head tight against her. Her hard nipple was pressed against my check and I turned my head slightly so my mouth was right over it. I licked around it and she gripped my head even tighter. I started using my teeth to nibble on it gently and I felt Susan buck her hips even more. Glancing up I noticed she was maintaining eye contact with her husband the whole time. I bit a little harder onto her stiff nipple and she let out a loud moan. She leaned back and put her left hand on my knee, as if she was trying to turn and show Dave what I was doing. My eyes flicked over to see his reaction and he was mesmerised by what he was seeing. His hands were in his lap and it looked like he was rubbing his cock through his jeans. I was now biting hard on Susan’s nipple and my hands had moved around onto her bottom as she slid back and forward over the bulge of my erection. The song ended and the room was silent except for Susan making little moaning sounds in time to the rhythm of her hips. I released my bite for a second and licked around her swollen nipple before clamping my teeth around it quite hard this time. Susan groaned loudly and arched her back. I looked up to see she was still looking over at Dave and the thrill of being watched by her husband seemed to add to her excitement.