A Wager With Sadie: 021

Sadie’s stroking slowed, and Teddy’s eyes wandered upward. The kissing had become something else. They took turns whispering in each other’s ears. Quan was caressing her neck again, and Sadie looked at him questioningly. She got close and whispered in his ear, her grip rotating and pleasuring him still.

Quan nodded, put his mouth near her ear and said something. Sadie thought about it, Quan separated from her again and she stroked him. But now he leaned closer to her, their knees touching. He rested a hand on top of her bare and muscular thigh. He caressed her, cupped the point of her dainty knee. In the angle of the light, Teddy could see Sadie’s skin go to goosebumps. What the hell had they been whispering?

She whispered to Quan again, and now Quan pivoted toward her and stood, stooping over with his arms extended to her. Sadie reached up, put her hands around his big biceps and Quan took her by the waist and hoisted her right up onto him. Sadie let out a constricted laugh, then hooked her calves around behind him. They stood now sideways to Teddy, his wife held in the arms of another man, her legs straddling above his waist, his huge and definitely fully erect cock sticking almost straight outward. Sadie’s cheeks were rosy, her neck flushed. She looked incredibly beautiful. But he had no idea what it was they were doing.

He was eager to find out…

***

Quan’s body between her thighs felt hard and incredibly strong. She felt very light in his clutch. Safe, like no matter what, this guy wouldn’t drop her or fumble. His hands on her back felt incredible. And she kissed Quan now, amazed by the thrill of being manhandled this way.

Now she looked to Teddy, saw her husband rising tentatively from his papasan throne. The man in charge. She smiled to him, so worried she’d already gone too far. But that was impossible, she’d only done the thing her husband was sure she’d already done. But what was happening was outrageous. Every synapse and her body was firing messages of full steam ahead. But it was her brain trying to apply squealing brakes on this. For her benefit yes, but for Teddy’s the most. This was too much. Too crazy. He couldn’t be serious…

Teddy returned her smile, she hid her bashful face, sucking on her lower lip for a second, hugging Quan’s thick neck then meeting her cheek against his. She said to Teddy, “I think the bedroom is more comfortable.”

Teddy’s eyebrows bounced, and there was no flash of anger or hurt. He nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

Quan turned with her held in his arms, and she kept low so she wouldn’t hit her head on a doorframe, but Quan was careful and considerate, dipping as the entered the hall that would take them to the bedrooms.

She said, “On the right,” looking over her shoulder, seeing where they were going.

She returned her gaze behind Quan to see Teddy following. She mouthed, “You’re crazy.”

Teddy smiled wide in the dim, lights reflecting on his teeth in the dark of his beard. He mouthed, “I know.”

She rolled her eyes at him, finger-waved at him with her wedding ring hand, and then Quan brought her in to their bedroom.

***

Sadie looked beautiful in the same way she had the first night he’d made love to her. She still held that same expression. And she was flushed with sexual excitement. Pupils dilated, eyes wide and disbelieving what was happening. Only tonight, there was also a small measure of intimidation. It wasn’t like that night with her Teddy Bear, so long ago, when they’d tumbled into his apartment bedroom, nice guy Teddy, sure a bit burly but otherwise a friendly and companionable person. And while Quan was friendly and personable, he was also built to sexually menace. A human powerhouse with fully engorged sexual equipment of gargantuan size. And his muscles were full and swollen too. Shoulders bulging, hunks of triceps at the back of his arms, skin gleaming, veins raised against his tight black skin.

Quan had laid Sadie out on the villa bed, an almost circular mattress set in a wooden frame, tented with a canopy of netting. The setting was beautiful. The spectacle on the stage was also beautiful. Sadie laid back, eyes wide and wet, mouth slightly agape, chest rising rapidly with her breaths as this magnificent male loomed naked above her.

Quan prowled over Sadie on the bed, and she caressed his arms. They kissed again, Sadie with her knees pressed together, her high-heeled feet hanging off the foot of the bed, her slinky dress riding high, bunched just below her buttocks. The muscles in her long, strong legs flexed as she writhed under Quan.

Quan took Sadie’s mouth, and his hands touched her body. Smoothing a palm up her rib cage, cupping her breast. Sadie gasped. This was becoming very real. More than a hand job. That’s all he’d ever asked for, and now it was turning into much much more. And while Sadie did a little to slow the progress, she didn’t impede it. He was mesmerized by the sight of her familiar and delicate hands squeezing and caressing the muscles of Quan’s arms. Quan tugged down the cup of her dress, and her breast spilled upward toward her shoulder, the fully hard bud of her nipple casting a shadow on her creamy bosom. Quan found it. Sadie moaned and writhed, her thighs practically rubbing together.

Quan kissed and suckled at her neck, her throat, then her collar. He tugged down both cups, pushing the dress to the top of her ribs, both breasts bared, nipples hard, soft flesh jostling. He took each nipple in his mouth, and Sadie caressed the back of his head with both hands, closing her eyes and jutting her fine chin toward the tent top above the bed. She groaned, and a tendon in her long neck flexed.

Then Quan was up, raising on his knees above her, his heavily-hung penis dangling between his thighs, the tip resting against Sadie’s leg. Teddy stepped back, intoxicated, falling back down to sit in the cushioned chair beside the dresser. Sadie didn’t look his way, mesmerized by her lover, their gazes connected, some transmission of meaning zipping back and forth between them. Sadie looked at once pleading but also daunted. She bit her lower lip, enjoying Quan’s gaze on her naked breasts. She was trying to turn him on.

But Quan was already turned on, no doubt about it. It was prominent. And threatening.

Quan smiled, told her she was beautiful, touched her shoulder with a hand, the hand coming down, tugging the dress lower, revealing the hard edges of her ribs pressed against her tanned skin, then her taut stomach and the cup of her shallow navel. With the dress bunched around her hips, Quan ran his hands up and down her body, from belly to sternum and collar, then back down. Marveling at her beauty and fitness.

Then he was scooting downward, putting his feet on the floor, taking Sadie’s dress and tugging it lower, and Sadie let him. Knees still dressed pressed together—she was a lady—she raised her body to accommodate Quan’s removal of her tight, clinging dress. Quan brought it down her thighs to her knees, revealing the very thin and lacy satin panties in a tropical turquoise. Quan chuckled and Sadie smiled, admiring Quan’s naked body with narrowed sultry eyes. Quan pulled the dress off her feet, snagging it briefly on the point of one of her heels. But then he was overtop of her again, giving Teddy a view of his round and muscular ass, the tight but large black pouch of his testicles, and the underside of his cock as it dragged along the bed and then up Sadie’s leg. He was parting her legs, lifting one of his own to get Sadie spread.

“What do you want to do?” Sadie whispered to Quan. Nervous. Like she wasn’t familiar with sex.

Isn’t it obvious, Sadie?

Teddy chuckled and smiled, enjoying the show a multitude better than he ever thought he would.

Quan didn’t answer her, but kissed up the inside of her leg, from her delicate knee to her hipbone, then he mouthed over her panties, moving slowly until his lips were plucking over the fabric between her legs. That got Sadie gasping for air. She arched her back, and her nipples re-tightened to bolts. She ran her nails through Quan’s cornrows, thumbing at his hairline.

While Quan’s head moved between Sadie’s legs—his shoulder muscles flexing, his neck and jaw muscles twitching—Sadie caressed Quan, touching his shoulders and his temples while he mouthed over her panties. Quan brought a finger up, hooked it down the front of those panties and gently lowered the fabric, exposing the topmost portion of her precious shaved mound.

Sadie’s hands punched down into the bedding and grabbed fistfuls of fabric. Her back arched further and her lips peeled back over her pretty teeth. Quan tongued that sensitive flesh, pulled lower the panties, and tongued at the apex of her folds. Then thrust his tongue into her molten sex flesh, diving right down under her panties.

Sadie moaned and brought her knees up. Her high-heeled shoes rested on Quan’s muscular back. Then Quan gripped the sides of her panties, wrestled them downward to expose her. And Sadie helped him, clumsily and eagerly lifting her bottom, aiding him by thrusting a thumb in the fabric, and together they whisked them off. They plopped on the floor near Teddy’s feet. Then Quan dove between Sadie’s legs, Sadie spreading them open wide, knees out, hungry to feel this other man’s tongue on her.

***

It was wilder and more incredible than she thought it could be. She’d never anticipated that another man could turn her on this way. Make her this incredibly horny. Quan had. He turned her on so much that when he stripped the dress from her, she thought she would scream if he didn’t touch her pussy fast enough.

What would Teddy want, she’d wondered coming in here.

Would she really jerk Quan off to finish?

That was her thought.

And then more: coming into the bedroom, did Teddy expect this to go all the way? She knew he’d given her the green light. But giving her the green light might not make him feel any better the next day. Buyer’s remorse. If he got what he wanted, she was convinced he would regret it later, no matter how much he thought he desired it right now. But a little foreplay? Some playtime? You could recover from that, she’d figured. So, yeah, they would get comfortable here on the bed, and she would use her hand until Quan was done. And she thought she would allow Quan to touch her breasts.

But, boy, once her breasts were bared, a heavy scorching fever burned between her thighs. Then her brain was doing legal work:

Teddy did want this. We could go one step further. That would be okay. The client was asking for this and she was merely delivering her end of the contract. A bet was a bet, her husband said.

And after Quan’s mouth, she wanted more. Just a little more. There was an orgasm brewing. A powerful and unfamiliar kind. A real freight train rumbling her tracks. This was wrong. Taboo. But so— Just so crazy fucking sexy.

The wrongness, the badness, the incredible sexual prowess of her partner... her husband’s watching eyes... all of this was whirling up a sexual dynamo within her, and when she went off, she knew it would be huge.

What she wanted right now? A little more. Get this orgasm out of me. Get it out and into the air and then maybe I can have a clear head. With a clear head, I know I can get by. I don’t need for this to be any more than what it is... If Quan makes me come, Teddy will have that and be happy.

But for her happiness? She wanted to feel Quan. Not inside her, but over her.

She wanted to be naked and open and wanted to feel the weight of his huge manhood resting on her belly. That was always such an incredible moment. Just before your partner put it inside you, kissing him, feeling him, and feeling the throbbing hot weight of his arousal on your stomach...

“Oh shit,” she groaned, her eyes fluttered open. Quan’s slick tongue furrowed through her flesh, rolling pressure and undulating waves against her clitoris.

Teddy was watching this. Teddy wanted this.

She groaned, gripped handfuls of sheets tighter.

She panted, said, “It’s coming,” gasped, “oh god, it’s coming,” then, “yes, mm, yes, yes...”

Through squinted eyes she watched to the side now, saw her husband fully engaged, sitting hunched forward, eyes shooting between her legs were another man pleasured her, rapt. Enjoying it.

Was he hard? Was her husband hard watching this incredible man bring her to orgasm?

She wrapped her calves around Quan’s back, felt the heat of his skin, and the raised humps of muscle. She squeezed his head between her thighs, and Quan worked faster and faster, knowing she was close.

“Oh god, Teddy,” she said, loud, letting go one hand and draping a forearm across her face to hide the rising measure of shame. Her husband was watching her orgasm. Her husband was watching her with another man and she fucking loved it. Loved it like crazy.

“Teddy, oh god, Teddy, I’m going to come, mm, I’m going to come so hard...”

Quan growled, loving it, hooking hands around her thighs where they creased at her hipbones. He pulled her effortlessly against his tongue, mashed it on her clit, then swirled. It pulled her trigger and she wailed. Wailed, then the wail thinned to a high keening sound.

God, the windows were open, everyone could hear them, everyone saw the three of them out tonight...

She bit down on her lips and snorted through nostrils as pleasure rushed up from her belly like a California wildfire, spreading across her chest and bringing flames to her brain...