Chapter 26

*Natalie*

Her lips are so soft and plump, her tongue sliding deep into my mouth… our lips undulating together like ocean waves… I am getting wet kissing her, heat rising in me… kissing her building my desire like steam in a pressure cooker…

I slide my fingers down her body, feeling the soft cotton of her turtleneck, grazing over her nipples and breasts and down to her tiny waist...

Zane stands and walks to the other side of me, slipping in close behind me. He glides his hand up my arm, and then hooks his fingers into the collar of my sweater and slides it over my shoulders as I kiss her, slipping it down my arms to my elbows… I turn and look back at him and smile, dropping my arms down as he works it over my wrists and fingers and pulls it off, letting it fall to the couch... He slides his fingers up my bare arms, caressing my shoulders and neck…

I turn back to Sophie, smiling at her and sliding back into a kiss, our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths, my pussy throbbing. I slide my fingers back to her waist, slipping them inside the waistband of her soft leather pants. I feel a zing through my body, the intensity rising... I pop the snap open and gently slide the zipper down. My heart is pounding. I pull up on her shirt, wiggling it from her pants and up her smooth bare waist, sliding up over her breasts and her silky black bra… her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth… I pull back and slip her shirt over her head and toss it on the couch beside us. She smiles at me and I smile back, staring into her gorgeous face, and she leans back into me slipping her lips deeply into mine again…

I feel Zane sliding the zipper of my top down in the back. Sophie pulls it down my arms with him from the front and drops it beside hers on the couch, exposing my bare breasts. Zane reaches behind me, squeezing my tits, rolling over my nipples as Sophie leans back into me, slipping back into our kiss… My pussy throbs with his touch and her wet lips undulating into mine.

I reach around her back, feeling the satiny back of her bra, quickly finding the metal hooks and slipping them out of the eyelets… Her bra slides down and I pull it off her arms, tossing it aside.

Our nipples graze each other’s as our tongues follow into each other’s mouth… I am getting so wet, I could come just kissing her… Zane’s fingers slide down my waist and to the front of my jeans… He unbuttons them and slides the zipper down… Sophie leans forward, pressing into me, pressing me back into the couch, and then she slides onto the thickly carpeted floor, yanking my jeans down from my hips, working them from underneath me, staring intensely into my eyes.

I feel my eyes widen, and I cannot take in enough of her. She slides my ripped jeans over my ankles and tosses them aside, smiling at me.

She leans in close and slides her fingers into the sides of my panties, and slowly, agonizingly slowly… pulls them down. We move together as I lift up and she glides them over my ass, slowly, slowly working them down my thighs, that smoldering gaze still focused on me… she slips them over my knees and ankles and tosses them aside.

I look over at Zane, and he is rubbing his hand over his jeans, watching us, burning with pleasure.

I reach over and slip the leather of his belt out of the belt loops, and pull hard, releasing the prong. The belt slides open. I pull it all the way out of the buckle and reach over to the button of his jeans. I push the button through the buttonhole and slide the zipper down.

His cock bobs out of his pants. He has the perfect cock, big, and just the right width and upward curve… Sophie looks at his cock, eyes widening ever so slightly.

She looks back at me, and slides her fingers up my thighs, she looks up at Zane, and then deep into my pussy again, leaning in, dropping her sweet fluffy lips open, grazing my pussy lips with them, and then she stares up into my eyes and then drops her tongue down and glides slow and flat over my clit…

*Fuuuuck…*

Sophie’s beautiful face between my pussy lips so fucking hot… Her eyes on me too fucking intense…

I look over at Zane, and he meets my eyes.

He is stroking his cock with his hand, hard as a rock, his jeans already worked down to his ankles.

I glance down his toned chest and six pack abs to his perfect cock…

Sophie moves into soft circles with her tongue as she licks my clit, and I press into her as I lean into Zane’s lap, grabbing his cock in one hand… I lower down and slide my lips over the head, looking up into his eyes. He throbs, his cock twitching as I suck it into my mouth. I slide back up, kissing the tip. Zane exhales, shaking his head at me.

Sophie presses harder into my pussy with her face, and I turn to look into her intense eyes. I almost can’t take it. I moan, pressing my pussy up into her tongue and then turning back to Zane, sliding my mouth over the tip of his cock again. I apply some pressure with my lips, gliding up and down over the top couple of inches, and then sliding down to my hand, taking it all the way into my mouth. And then I slide my lips up his shaft again, popping off the tip.

Sophie pulls back from my pussy, looking at Zane’s rock hard cock and then at me.

“Can I have a taste?” She asks with a pouty look.

My eyes widen. My heart thuds.

I nod my head.

*What? Why would I let her?...*

My thoughts are screaming, but there is something so hot about the idea of sucking his cock with her… of watching her on Zane… Of making out with her while I go down on him…

She is already crawling toward him, looking into his eyes. He is looking into her eyes, a look of excitement, thrill, that I don’t know if I’ve ever seen before… and I want to watch him feel it… Even if it is her making him feel it… She kneels in front of him.

“Can I suck your cock, gorgeous?” She asks him, holding the tension, waiting for his answer.

*Can she just call my husband a nickname?*

Zane looks at me.

I smile at him and nod.

This is just like my fantasy…

*I don’t know… it was a nice fantasy, but…*

He looks back at her and gives her a nod. My heart pounds.

She leans forward, looking into his eyes, and grabs the shaft of his cock in her hand. He looks huge in her tiny, delicate, gold-ring fingered, manicured hand… She leans forward, opens her fluffy lips and sucks the head of his cock into her mouth, still holding his gaze intensely.

I sip in a breath. Eyes wide.

She slides down it and he hardens in her mouth.

She glides her pretty lips up and down his shaft, and I slide in closer again, gliding my hand up Zane’s thigh…

He looks from her to me, shaking his head again at me and smiling, and then looking back to Sophie.

She glides her pretty lips up the shaft of his cock, pulling off, and I slide in closer, kissing the tip of Zane’s cock and looking into Sophie’s eyes. She tips her head to the side, leaning in and making out with me and the head of Zane’s cock at the same time, our tongues grazing over each other’s lips and tongues, licking over his head…

We look up at him…

He is laid back into the couch, his pupils huge, eyes taking us in.

I lick from the base up to the tip and suck the top couple of inches into my mouth, meeting his eyes. I glide down it, taking him deep into my throat and then sliding back up, popping off the tip. Sophie looks at me and back to Zane, sucking his cock into her mouth, taking him deep too, sliding back up and popping off the top, and we take turns sucking and licking Zane’s perfect cock…

“Oh fuck girls, I’m *going to come…”* Zane says, and I pull off and take his cock in my hand, gliding my hand up and down it a few times, and he releases in spurts, landing on Sophie’s and my tits and chest, his stomach, and spilling over my hand…

I gently glide my hand over his cock as his finishes and relaxes into the couch.

I turn back to Sophie. My heart is pounding.

I crawl toward her, burning with desire. I lick a drop of Zane’s cum off her chest, looking at Zane… and then press her back into the carpeted floor... I slide my fingers into the sides of her leather pants, her skin against my hands, hooking the sides of her panties, and wiggle them down over her hips and down her legs, pulling them off and tossing them. I slide on top of her, slipping one knee between her thighs, our pussies sliding into each other’s, Zane’s cum on our tits making us slip together, nipples hard as rocks. She is so wet, and our pussies slide together as our hips circle, pressing into each other. I hear her sweet moan, and I press into her deeper, on the verge of orgasm with her sweet voluptuous body underneath me, our sweet wet petals slipping into each other’s, our soft wet buds pressing together...

I toss my head back in pleasure, and she tips her head up, sucking my pink nipple into her fluffy lips.

*Oh Fuck.*

I am coming. My orgasm flowing, crashing like ocean waves… I press my pussy into her, moaning, looking into her eyes as I ride her body and the flow of my pleasure… and then she throws her head back, a cry escaping her lips, our moans a harmony…

“Oh *fuck yes, I’m coming…”* She says, and thrusts her hips up into me, I feel her body flex and twitch, my orgasm intensifying as she comes under me. She is fucking beautiful when she comes… lips parted, body writhing…

She pulls me into her chest, hard, panting, she holds me as our orgasms subside…

*****

“That was beautiful…” Zane says, shaking his head after we’d untangled ourselves from each other and rinsed off, found our discarded items of clothing, and dressed.

“Let me go see Alexander. Let me talk to him for you…” Zane says suddenly, fastening his belt.

*My heart stops. Zane wants to go to Alexander’s?*

“Trust me. You don’t have to worry,” He looks me in the eye.

“…I don’t know… Alexander doesn’t like you, and he certainly doesn’t like me being around you…” Sophie begins tentatively, “…And anyway, how do you think you’re getting close to *Alexander?* You don’t just *talk* to *Alexander.* You have to make it into his *lair* first…” She says, letting her statement dangle in the air.

“I know Alexander. Let me talk to him *man* to *man,”* Zane looks at her seriously.

She pauses for a long time, considering.

“You’re not *getting in* without *me…”* She says.

"And you're not *going* without *me..."* I say, lips pursed.