Consequences Ch. 10

"You're getting hot, aren't you Baby?" he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive nerve endings inside.

"Mmmm-hmmm," she sighed heavily.

He softly kissed her ear. His hands squeezed her ass, pushing her crotch at his.

Rubbing against him Julie felt her fires burning hot, felt her lust rising within her, and her pussy growing wetter. Whimpering and panting she rocked her hips, pushing her crotch at the bulge beneath his pants, humping herself at him. She crammed her tits into his chest, rolling and shifting her shoulders to rub the mounds against him. She kissed him, then pulled away, only to lean back in and give her neck to his lips. As he nibbled on her she grabbed at his shoulders, her fingers clawing even as her hips rocked harder. She felt cool air on her ass cheeks and knew the dress had hiked-up all the way. After another couple minutes she felt Frank's hands grab her hips and push her away. She did not want to loose her contact with him so she clung to him, making him have to nearly lift her off his lap before she would let go.

She stood before him, her dress and hair disheveled, her breath panting past open lips, her eyes smoldering beneath heavy lids.

"I think it's time we see what's under that dress," Frank grinned. "Take it off before you refresh our drinks again."

From the others came a chorus of "Oh yeas".

For just a second she wondered what the other men must be thinking about all of this, about her. About this woman who was letting them kiss and fondle her in front of her husband, who was about to remove her dress in front of them. Glancing over she saw their hungry stares aimed her way and a wave of desire washed away her curiosity. Then she turned her eyes to Frank and the pleasure and excitement she saw on his face made her blush with her own excitement.

Figuring she should give them all the best show possible she took a few steps back, moving to the center of the area in front of the TV. Wearing a coy smile, she took another look around at all of them as she gingerly reached down to the hem of her dress. Slowly she raised it, revealing the tops of her thighs, then the bottom of her panties, where they dipped between her legs, and then on up to her hips and the straps rolling over them. Continuing, she next bared her stomach. Then her bra-encased breasts. As her arms lifted higher to pull the dress up and over her head, her exposed body was pulled straight and erect.

Afterwards she stood there a minute, the dress dangling from her hand. Her swollen nipples were clearly outlined under her bra while a small dark spot appeared in her panties where her pussy was growing damp. Tossing the dress aside she stepped back up to Frank and took his glass. As she walked between the men and the bar she made a point to sway and roll her hips, to turn slowly, and to bend over carefully. Back beside the TV she posed herself as attractively as she could, using her own glass as a prop.

Moments later, although Frank restarted the movie, it was obvious it was not being watched.

Again she anxiously awaited the next intermission, and again it seemed to take forever. When it did come and she moved across the room to straddle Ken's lap, she eagerly pushed her crotch toward his unmistakable bulge. His hands filled themselves with her breasts, closing on the mounds and massaging them. The bra's lace brushed at her hard nipples, sending sparks shooting through her body. She felt herself growing more aroused with each swirl of their tongues, more excited with every plying of his fingers on her tits.

Moving to Jim's lap she found that he was more interested in nibbling on her neck and shoulder than in kissing. His lips roamed across her flesh, his teeth nicking at her, his hot breath caressing her nerves. She grabbed at his shoulders, ran her fingers through his hair. She wiggled her body on his lap. At first he was also content with cupping her breasts through the bra, but then his hand slipped around her back and unhooked the clasp. The two of them slid the straps down her arms and removed the garment. Jim's hands covered her bared tits. The sensation of the flesh-on-flesh contact, the feel of his palms brushing across her engorged nipples, made her whimper and sigh. Julie once more grabbed at his shoulders, her one hand slipped into his hair and pressed his face against her throat. Arching her back slightly she crammed her crotch at the bulge she was straddling. She maneuvered around and made it press against her swelling lips. Her hips jerked. Rubbing and humping herself at him she felt her pussy getting wet. Like her last session with Frank she had to be pushed away when Jim's time was up.

Instead of standing and walking to Chuck, she crawled down the couch to him, slithering into his lap and folding her body against his. They planted their lips together, drove their tongues at one another. Moaning, Julie rubbed her breasts against his shirt. Again her hips slid around, shifting her crotch in search of the throbbing bulge she knew was there. Before she could find it though, Chuck broke their kiss and pulled away from her. She stared at him questioningly. Without a word his hands dropped onto her thighs and slid up to brace her hips, holding her still. His thumbs stretched out and brushed at her crotch millimeters from the edges of her sex.

"Ohhh," she sighed in response to the touch's teasing promise, a promise that remained unfulfilled.

Kneeling there, her flesh trembling, she wanted to jam her hips forward so that her pussy could rub against his cock. Since he was keeping her from doing that she reached down between them and instead found the bulge in his pants with her hands. Her fingers grabbed at it, scratched at it, tried to wrap themselves around it.

She sensed someone stepping up behind her. Instinctively she turned to see who it was, leaning back as she did. Bill's hands slipped between her and Chuck to cup her tits. His palms covered her nipples, flattened them. His fingers squeezed and plied her mounds. She leaned back further, resting her shoulders against him. His cock throbbed within his pants. She felt her fires roar up, felt them blast with the heat of her fueled passions. Her body reflexively shoved her chest forward, pushing her tits into his grasp. She sucked in her breath, her bottom lip quivering.

As she knelt on Chuck's lap for the next few minutes the two men fondled her. Chuck's hands continued to hold her hips, his thumbs brushing across her panties, teasing her sex. Bill's hands moved so his fingers could twirl her nipples, could tweak the aching little nubs between them. She sighed and panted as their hands fueled her desire. Her head lulled, her hair swaying. Her own hands continued to grab at the bulge between Chuck's thighs, digging at it hungrily. Whimpering and sighing as their hands caressed her she felt her loins burning with her fires, felt her juices wetting her sex. She became lost in her passions, lost in the lust filling her body and mind. She forgot about the world around her, the others in the room.

But a moment later Bill released her tits and stepped away.

"Ohhh," she moaned.

Chuck stopped rubbin g his thumbs at her crotch and started to push her away like Frank had earlier. Glancing around she saw her husband standing a couple feet away, a pleased grin on his lips and a hungry sparkle in his eyes. Someone, she assumed it was Bill, slipped their hands under her arms to help her stand up. Reluctantly she allowed him to do so, whimpering as her hands lost contact with Chuck's hidden cock. Once she was on her feet, warm hands encircled her waist, holding her up on unsteady legs. She leaned back, resting her shoulders against Bill's chest. One hand instinctively reached behind her, searching for his crotch and the bulge it held. Upon her chest her swollen nipples were prominently displayed atop her heaving breasts. Her abs quivered with her labored breathing. Where her legs came together her panties were dark, her puffy lips clearly outlined under the wet material.

"You're definitely enjoying yourself," Frank commented, stepping toward her.

She was gently pushed forward to fall into his arms. Her hands reached up to his shoulders. Her breasts smashed against his chest. She raised her face to him, lifted up on her toes to kiss him. His arms reached around her so that his hands could cup her ass. Pulling her into him he pressed her body against his cock, throbbing within his pants. Their tongues swirled together, her body melting against his.

Breaking their kiss a moment later he leaned back. Lost in her desire her head fell onto his chest, her eyes closing with a sigh.

"What do you think guys?" Frank sang out. "Think we've had enough of a show? Think it's time we get the real party started?"

A chorus of agreements rang out. Thoughts about the group and what they were preparing to do to her body raced through her mind. Her legs grew weaker. She began to slide down along Frank. Then she was lifted off the floor, picked up into her husband's arms. She folded into him as she was carried toward the bedroom.

To be continued...