Sitting on the floor I watched as his cock slid easily in and out of her well lubricated hole. Her moans were soft, mostly stifled by the fact that her mouth was locked onto his. She bounced up and down on his lap taking the full length of his cock into her soft velvety womb each time. I could see the muscles in her ass flex when he was buried inside her trying to milk the cum out of his cock. There was no doubt that she would succeed soon as his moaning matched hers.

They had not even noticed me since I got his cock hard and her pussy wet with my tongue. I could have been a piece of furniture or a statue. She pushed me out of the way once he was hard dropping me like a hot rock once my duty was fulfilled. The unbridled fucking went on for almost 15 minutes more before both lovers exploded in a mutual orgasm that rippled through both their bodies.

With a huge sigh she lifted off his cock still semi-hard coming to rest against his thigh. They both looked at me and the unspoken order lay there waiting for me to follow it. There was nothing ambiguous about my part in this play. Looking into his eyes for guidance he flicked then down toward her well fucked pussy. Taking my cue I moved in between her legs and began to lick and suck the cum out of her that he just deposited.

There was no doubt that I was good at licking a woman because soon I had her moaning and groaning in pleasure. Grabbing my ears she pulled my head tight against her pussy forcing my tongue deeper inside. Her juices flowed into my mouth mixed with the taste of his cum. Finally her orgasm detonated like a bomb in her body. Her pussy pulsed with joy pushing the rest of their combined juice in my mouth. It was almost too much to swallow but I knew that the punishment for losing any would be too harsh to bear so I worked double time to get it down.

When she finally pushed my head away I turned my attention to him. His cock was thick with their juice. Knowing what he liked I used my tongue and lips to clean him. As good as I was at eating a woman I was far better at sucking cock. Lots of practice makes anyone good at anything but the truly exceptional learn to use that skill with enthusiasm. I love sucking cock and it shows.

Once he was clean his pole was standing at rigid attention. This time it was him that pushed me back choosing to slide himself between her open legs. Their lips met as the tip of his cock toyed with her outer lips. The passion he was bringing to the teasing manifested itself in her moaning and pleading to fuck her.

Again I melted into the background as he finally moved his hips far enough to let just the head of his cock penetrate inside her again. Moving back and forth allowing just a little more than the head to tickle her clit had her begging even harder, pulling at his hips urging him deeper. He finally acquiesced but not the way she wanted. Slowly centimeter by centimeter he moved forward taking his time as she writhed on his cock.

Her lips seemed to swallow his organ as he finally entered her with his full length. My pussy actually began twitching as I watched. I knew how good that felt and I wished it could be me. Or at least I could do something about it but there was no way for me to relieve myself. The chastity belt they had put in place earlier made sure that no sexual release would be coming anytime soon for me. I settled for pinching and pulling my nipples. While the touch was pleasurable it only added to my frustration, I needed to cum, badly. To add to my problem the little vibrator inside the top of the belt took that moment in time to turn on. The vibrator was not near strong enough to make me come but in this situation it was enough to drive me crazy with desire.

I watched as his pace remained excruciatingly slow, each stroke completed to the full extent possible. Her pussy lips riding in and out on the hard shaft. Her moans and groans coming faster and louder as he stroked his cock in and out of her velvet tunnel. By changing the angle of his hips down the upward curve in his cock starting rubbing directly against her g-spot. I knew the signs, her body began to shake and quiver telling me he was hitting the right spot.

Another minute of his stroking brought her to a thundering climax. I could see her pussy pumping sticky fluids all over his cock and balls. There was so much that it flooded the couch below them. He knew exactly how to drive her insane with desire stopping his major motion to slowly rock back and forth stimulating only her g-spot as she came. This extended her orgasm even farther.

The sounds coming from her mouth had degenerated from words to unintelligible sounds. So animal and primitive that if you didn't know they were human you could not be sure. Finally gathering herself she begged him to stop but there was no force in her protests as he started again in exactly the same pattern as before. He was really going to drive her tonight. That thought set off a fair amount of jealousy in me but I knew that this was their night.

There was no way I could let those feelings start again. I had worked so hard to control them that I had to do something, anything so I let my mind wander. Back to the beginning of all of this. So many small things, so many small steps that led me to this spot. If I could do it all again would I make the same choices? Could I ever see my way not to end up here? Would I want to? If I thought about it long enough I could still smell and taste the stale air in the bar where it began...

From my perch in the booth we selected when we arrived you could see the entire bar. My focus was on my friend Ginny, Virginia to most that knew her but Ginny to me. We had been friends since grade school. She was dancing with the man she came here to meet tonight. Although I'm not sure dancing is the right term for what they were doing. Ginny had molded herself against his strong muscular frame. His hands roamed her body leaving no portion unexplored. It was easy to see that she had no complaints about his advances as her head rested on his shoulder while her own hands seemed permanently hooked to his tight jeans.

Anyone that cared to watch them could predict how this night would end for them. The only question would be whose bed it would be happening in. But who was I to judge? Ginny was a single woman again. Her divorce from Joe was final weeks ago but they had been separated for almost a year. Besides she deserved a little fun after the way Joe treated her. She remembered how many times she held Ginny's hand while she cried about Joe. That little weasel started cheating with a girl half his age and ended up getting her pregnant. God that was such a mess, Joe running off with her leaving Ginny to fall apart. But watching her on the dance floor I realized that she was back together. Maybe going a bit wild but she deserved it.

Carl, her current dance partner, was a handsome man and at least fifteen years younger than us. He had a sweet smile and an engaging personality. I liked him right from the start. She confided to me earlier that he was as great in bed as he was out of it. She knew that he was in this for fun that a serious relationship would not be possible and she was OK with that. So if she was Ok then so was I. Besides it was plain to see that they both enjoyed each other's company and there was some serious sexual chemistry between them.

The song ended and they reluctantly broke apart as the music picked up tempo but they remained on the dance floor enjoying each other in a way that made me just a little jealous.

Ginny could have her wild and crazy fling but I could not. I was still married to Mark, good old dependable Mark. I immediately scolded myself for that thought. Mark was a good man and our marriage of 23 years was the one thing in my life that was always rock solid. Mark would do anything for me. He showed me how much he loved me almost every day. Even after 23 years he still brought me flowers for no good reason. Yes he was a great man, a great father to our son Jason, and a great husband to me. So why would watching Ginny and her younger man make me think something like that? Was it boredom? Maybe a midlife crisis?

I was the same age as Ginny at 45. Fighting that slow process of aging was a battle I took up a while ago. The gym was one thing that started a few years ago when the weight started to come. Today I was in better shape than I was when I was 20. My figure was good, my breasts stood high with little sag and my butt still seemed to defy gravity. Heads would still turn when I entered a room but not as many as they used too.

Getting older for a man was OK; they become more distinguished, worldlier. For a woman it's the opposite, things sag, wrinkles appear, a few gray hairs are enough to send any woman screaming for a nearest hair salon. Fair, no, but it's just the way it is.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I jumped when a voice appeared in my left ear.