Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep15

The immediacy of the experience didn't come from just watching Tara having sex. It was how Brian was fucking her. Animal. Raw. The pretty redhead was getting used, like her body's only purpose was for taking dick. And she was clearly loving it. Lost in what looked like one long, rolling orgasm. Body shaking. Head lolled back. Green eyes wide and bright -- like her brain couldn't encompass what she was experiencing.

If Tara noticed the open door -- the people standing on the other side of it -- she didn't show it. She was locked in the universe of cock and cunt, captivated by her lover beyond conscious thought. I could have fired off an air horn and I doubt Tara would have even blinked.

Back in the hallway, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Vanessa was standing next to me, smiling proudly, like this was some strange art installation she had conceived and now completed. Suddenly, the circumstances of what I was watching, of where I was, collapsed over me and I raced from aroused to horrified.

This was Tara. My wife's adorable baby sister. The married woman who had unintentionally started all of this because she didn't want to experiment beyond her husband, was now laid lewdly in front of us, getting fucked like a slut by a stranger. My urge to interrupt became overpowering. Vanessa must have sensed it, because she gripped my shoulder tighter. Dug her nails through my sweater and into my skin. The beautiful blonde's eyes went cold as she shook her head, 'no.' How did I keep ending up in these situations?

"That's my sister-in-law," I whispered harshly. "She's married, for God's sake."

"And this is her choice," Vanessa said. She tilted her head at me, like realizing something, herself. "But you have a choice, too."

At first, I didn't understand what she meant. Then, slowly, Vanessa dragged her hand down my chest, over my waist, and right to my crotch. I was achingly, embarrassingly hard. Of course. Vanessa gave a little giggle when she got to it.

"Tara just needed a little help to get going," Vanessa said, slowly caressing my cock through my khakis. "Now, let's see about helping you out, too."

I'd been in almost the same position. Only that

someone I cared about acting out of character with a strange man, while

as she mapped the outline of my erection with

loop. There was none of the usual building crescendo, the standard rise and fall. Brian simply rutted into Tara, a perpetual plowing machine, as if nothing would ever stop him -- not even the laws of

me a pretty smile, turning on the full wattage. It was amazing, seeing this striking woman stroking my

tear my attention away from what was happening in front of me. Tara's pretty face screwed up with pleasure. The smatterings of freckles and sweat across her torso. Something about seeing my wife's little sister this way -- I felt a sickly mix of aroused and jealous. Angry and anxious. It made for an intoxicating cocktail, and

hot blonde goddess like her was supposed to rank higher than a fuck from a regular, earthbound woman. But no matter what Vanessa

dropped my dick and shimmied up, straightening her dress. I braced for her to berate me. After all, you don't turn down the best of an attractive woman without getting the worst from her. Instead, however, Vanessa gave me a knowing grin, nodding as if she understood my dilemma. Almost empathetic. She took my hand and

could smell Tara's arousal now. Could see the little crinkles in the corners of her eyes as she endured her ecstasy. The strain in Brian's muscular

shoulder. Impressively, Brian paused mid-stroke. He hung right on the precipice of burying himself in Tara again. It was

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meaningfully at the petite redhead lying prone on the bed like she was strawberry

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