Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

The Devil With A Deal:>>Ep16

Tara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. Like a fish, gasping for air. There was a wet, smacking sound and we both turned to see Brian and Vanessa making out next to us, like we weren't even there. Vanessa wrapped her hand around her husband's cock. "Ooo, slippery," she said, excitedly.

I turned back to Tara, and she extended her arm, inviting me to pull her up. As soon as I helped her off the mattress, Brian and Vanessa fell back onto it. The muscular man had already gotten his blonde wife's green dress bunched up around her waist. Her body, like the rest of her, was stunning. For a moment, I felt a wave of regret over what I could have had for myself.

I noticed Tara was also watching the couple wistfully. Brian roughly shoved his cock into Vanessa's pussy and Tara gasped, almost like it was happening to her in that same moment. We both shared a strange, knowing look. I kept my grip on Tara's wrist and slowly pulled her out of the room. Brian and Vanessa didn't even pause as the door clicked behind us.

Tara ripped her hand away from mine as soon as we got into the hallway. I flinched, knowing that I was about to get a very different kind of tongue-lashing from my wife's little sister than the one she'd delivered earlier that evening. After all, what was it my business who she got busy with? Especially after everything else that had happened that night, I had a lot of nerve playing chaperone.

Instead, Tara didn't say a word. She just looked at me, like trying to get her bearings -- remind herself of where she was and how she'd gotten there. I became very aware of the fact that little Tara was stark naked, and my own hard dick was hanging out of my pants. I quickly tucked myself away, like that would make things more appropriate.

I tried to speak to apologize or explain or, I don't know, a hundred things -- but Tara shushed me like a naughty child. Instead, she spun around and headed down the stairs. Her pale ass bounced alluringly as she went. I didn't need to be told to follow; I went right after her like we were magnetized.

As I went, I wondered at why I felt so ashamed. After all, she was the one I'd caught fucking some guy she'd met that night, who was very much not her husband. Wasn't Tara the one who'd been embarrassed by Jesse's behavior? Wasn't she, indirectly, the reason we'd ended up at this porny party in the first place? Kate and I both had worked so hard to protect her, but she ended up doing it, herself, anyway.

Brian had taken her so completely. Worst of all, I'd let myself be consumed -- not by

they'd dropped right where they stood, mid-party. Some of them were slumbering, but others slithered around each other, roiling in

deftly dodging the landmines of writhing bodies. We got to the living room. Here it was almost completely quiet. The TV was on, but it was showing snow. Someone nearby

they'd passed out mid-fuck and sat down on the surprisingly available couch in the middle of the room. The cushions were hard as rocks and scratchy. I now understood why no

surprisingly well. Her freckled skin was bluish in the thin light. "I really was heading home," Tara continued, "But then I passed by

"What do you mean?"

her skinny,

dexterously lifted my sweater over my head. I felt it then -- a pull as strong as undertow. A draw as

all that I was in someone else's house, breaking my marriage vows with my wife's sister, while my innocent partner slept undisturbed in a nearby bedroom. I didn't think at all. I acted. I let the moment

Tara from the minute I met her. Kate had introduced us early in our relationship and I'd crushed so hard it had nearly cracked me. It wasn't that Tara was pretty (although she was). It had nothing to do with her personality

her scent while she rapidly ripped off my clothes. I could no more pull away than I could strip off my

Tara the same way. But, of course, she was already naked. My rough hands brushed her

pants. Now both of us were naked on the couch, panting like we were midway through a

for reproduction, might drive the conscious mind into a marital mistake.