1. Micheal's Choice


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: rebecca23, Rating: 28, Source: LushStories

    coerced her into opening her stance. She spread her gorgeous legs apart, just enough to allow Mark to accomplish the task. When Rebecca finally felt his thigh press into her pubic area, she got a strange look on her face. She told him, "Mark, I mean it." She placed her hand against his chest and tried to push him away. Mark pressed into her even harder and told her, "I mean it too, Rebecca." She frowned at him and looked into his eyes, meaning to tell him to back off. She saw something there in the way he looked at her. It made her pause and obviously change her mind. Maybe she saw his determination to bend her to his will. Maybe it was an overwhelming lust for her or his need to take her. The look maybe was just how much he really wanted her. Whatever she saw caused her to stop pushing against his chest and slowly move her hand back to his shoulder. It was right then, that very second, some very intimate, silent message passed between them. It caused Rebecca to look confused. As if someone pressed a button, without saying a word to each other, they stopped dancing. Mark stepped into her applying even more pressure with his thigh to my wife's nether region. Rebecca noticeably pushed her crotch back against him. Their joint movements caused Rebecca's short dress to ride up. Now Mark's thigh pushed directly on the crotch of Rebecca's panties. Again, she looked shocked at how intimate things had suddenly gotten. She said, "Mark I can't." She pulled back for a few seconds. Mark ...
    had other thoughts and told her, "Yes Becca, I think you can. I think you want to" and pulled her back against him. His thigh once more pressed tightly against the crotch of her panties. Rebecca closed her eyes and her face flushed. She again pushed against him. I could tell by the look on her face that she was rubbing her clit against my best friend's thigh. Strangely, it bothered me more than I thought it would. The whole scene looked like a remake of Dirty Dancing. They stayed like that for several minutes. They pushed against each other, taking tiny steps into each other. They moved not attempting to match the rhythm of the music. It looked, as if they stumbled into each other. If it hadn't been so sensual and erotic, it would almost have been funny. Suddenly, the sexual tension in the room was palpable. Mark slid his thigh against my wife's groin area. Rebecca slid her crotch against his thigh. I knew Rebecca's vagina was already lubricating profusely. It never took more than a little stimulation from me to get her wet and ready. I wished I could walk up behind her, run my hand up under her dress, pull the crotch of her panties aside and finger her wet pussy. Occasionally, Rebecca would look at Mark's face and then glance at me. There was a faraway look in her eyes, as if she were saying, "Don't you see how dangerous this is Michael. I don't even know what I'm doing." I watched Rebecca's face take on a red glow of embarrassment and excitement, which added to her growing ...
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