"I'm in the quest room next to Heather's room. She's got her music on pretty loud. Should be plenty of privacy for a little bit of ...phone sex...." She whispered suggestively.
"Hold on, just let me take my clothes off." He croaked. Their sex life was good, but perhaps a little conservative...still, Libby could surprise him with a little kinkiness now and then...
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Gethsemane smiled. Libby had responded to her suggestion just as John had yesterday, and had no idea she was playing a part in Gethsemane's twisted plans for her husband.
She watched as John started to strip off his clothes. As she'd suspected his chest was a masculine mix of solid muscle and a thick carpet of dark hair. A nice hunk of a man. She pictured herself running her long red fingernails over his chest and down his flat stomach.
A shiver of delight ran through her.
"I'm just taking off my pants." John informed his wife, as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He pushed his jeans to his ankles and kicked them off.
'Mmmm, nice package." Gethsemane murmured to herself as the viewing bowls focused on the man standing in nothing but his boxer briefs. He had a very nice bulge indeed.
It was so exciting to watch this man strip, completely unaware of his audience watching this private intimate moment.
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"One hand is at my chest, stroking my breast through the lace...my other one is caressing my thigh. I'm imagining you...you're kissing my skin and touching me..."
"Is it turning you on? Thinking about it is making me hard..."John growled, and it was. His cock was beginning to tent his boxers. Soon he'd have to take hold of his straining manhood. "I want you to take off your bra...slowly..." He instructed. "Tell me how they feel...."
"I'm a little shy...but I'm doing it. I'm taking one strap down now...and now the other...the clasp is at the front....it's off now and my nipples are so hard..."
John exhaled as he pictured that image. He couldn't believe they were doing this but it felt right, doing it with someone he loved and trusted so much. Raising his hips he pushed down his underwear to free his erect cock. "I'm naked now...holding my cock as I think about bringing my lips up to your breasts."
"God..." Libby panted. " I wish I could feel your body pressed against me. I'd wrap my legs around your waist and pull you in. Your cock pressed up against my wet panties...."
John moaned. He was masturbating slowly, because he was so aroused, so horny he didn't want to cum too quickly.
"I'm playing with my clit now. It feels....hmmm....hmm..."
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Gethsemane had three fingers inside herself now, frigging herself off at the sight of John jerking off his long hard cock. He was even bigger than she'd hoped, about nine inches and thick. He was a perfect specimen of manhood. Nice muscles, strong manly arms, hairy chest and stomach, leading down to a thick masculine crop of pubic hair. She imagined what his body would feel like to touch, his smell, the taste of him...Her pussy was sopping as his big fist pumped up and down on his meat.
'You don't think.... Heather...will be able to...' Gethsemane whispered and heard respoken by Libby as if the concern had been her own.
"Are you going to cum?" John asked, his cock twitching. "Can you do it quietly?"
"what if Heather can hear?" Gethsemane whispered. "What if she's touching herself too...playing with that tight teen pussy....? Wouldn't you rather be in her room...?"
