dreamed of feeling her long blonde hair falling over his naked body as she rode him. He never would have believed that he’d get the chance. The thought had never even crossed his mind that her husband would be there as well.

“I…”

“Its okay” she said getting back to her knees.

“Don’t be nervous, Ian.” Jeremy said quietly. “We’re just going to play. No one’s getting hurt. Just sit back” He stared at Ian with a calm cool sexiness.

“Okay” was all Ian could think to say.

“Don’t be nervous” Susan kissed her husband and he followed her lips to the floor with her. “We are just going to enjoy ourselves.”

Ian watched in silence for a moment, the sound of a husband and wife beginning to make love, thrilling him and terrifying him.

Jeremy pulled his shirt over his head. Ian could see the taut abs and the mischievous sparkle in his eye that had made him the sexiest man alive. He kissed his wife deeply, holding the small of her back, but staring into Ian’s eyes. Susan reached down and pulled off Jeremy’s sandals, as he reached over and squeezed Ian’s thigh before returning to his wife’s lips.

Jeremy, almost unnoticeable, took hold of the bottom of Susan’s shirt as she lifted her arms over her head and let him slowly peel it off her torso, her waist length blonde hair whisping back down over her shoulders. She turned and looked over a naked shoulder and smiled at Ian, then bit her lower lip.

“My husband is so sexy, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Ian said, drinking both of them in, hands on the arms on the chair, feet flat on the floor, afraid to move for it might make the dream go away. “So are you.”

“You can join us whenever you like.” Jeremy said as he took his wife in his arms and pulled her close, her hands wrapping themselves tightly around his him. Jeremy hands slipped down her back, cupping her firm ass and lifting her off the carpet enough to lay her gently on her back and fall into her.

As he began to kiss her neck, Susan looked back and up at Ian in his chair and Ian could see, at last, her small but firm breasts fall gently to each side. She reached back and began to run her hands up and down Ian’s legs, and Jeremy’s mouth traced across Susan’s shoulders. He looked up at Ian, too, and smiled just before he gently parted his lips and allowed Susan’s left nipple to slip in.

From where Ian was sitting he could see Jeremy’s teeth gently biting the hardening cinnamon. Susan arched her back and sighed. He slipped his hand below her back and down into her skirt from the top and buried his face in her breast. With the other hand, Jeremy slowly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her hips, Susan arching as it peeled away, past her knees until his wife lay at Ian’s feet in nothing but tiny white panties.

Jeremy caressed Susan’s inner thigh and then licked a finger on his other hand and began to play with her naval. Susan writhed in pleasure, reaching out and grabbing Ian by the ankles