Cynthia Gets Naked

Cynthia sat up with a smile for Jessie. She noticed Jessie's eyes were glazed over with lust and Cyn felt her heart leap. She doubted that Jessie even knew her husband just a few feet away.

Grabbing the bottom of her dress, Cynthia slowly raised it over her hips, her lips pursed at Jessie, letting her know this little show was only for her. Jessie reached down and ran her hands along Cynthia's tanned thighs, marvelling in their firmness.

As Cynthia's dress crept up further, she revealed the red lace g-string she was wearing. Jessie's hand immediately covered the tiny patch of lace, rubbing Cyn's mound with the flat of her hand. Cynthia moaned slightly as she pulled the dress even further up, showing her tiny waist. Jessie's hands followed the indent of her waist, amazed at the body being revealed to her.

Finally, Cynthia's face disappeared briefly as she pulled the dress over her shoulders and head. Both Jessie and Sam gasped at the sight of Cyn's breasts. Full, found, large, with large areola, and nipples the size of the tip of Sam's pinkie finger. Jessie's hands found Cyn's breasts, and immediately began to squeeze and knead the flesh. Her fingers ran over the nipples, stiff and hard. And Jessie ran her tongue over her lips.

Reaching behind Cyn, Jessie pulled her down just as Jessie rose up. Jessie lightly licked Cyn's breast, and then circled the areola, feeling it pucker slightly under her tongue. Cyn moved her body so Sam would have a perfect view, and she smiled at him.

But Sam wasn't looking at Cyn's face. His eyes were glued to his wife's nuzzling another woman's breast. His hand was stroking his cock, his eyes watching every flick of his wife's tongue.

Jessie felt lost in time and space. The only thing that mattered was the beautiful breasts before her. She grabbed one and quickly wrapped her lips around the hard nipple, amazed at how much it filled her mouth. Sucking lightly, she felt Cyn's hands on the back of her head drawing her closer.

"Harder, Jessie. I love to have my breasts played with, sucked, bitten. C'mon, you can do that!"

Jessie started sucking harder, her tongue flicking over the sensitive flesh, her moans escaping. Gently, Jessie bit down and heard Cyn gasp in pleasure. She bit down harder, and kept applying steady pressure as Cynthia encouraged her. When Jessie had Cyn's nipple clamped firmly between her teeth, she began to shake her head, and was delighted with the way Cynthia arched her back, giving her more access to her lovely breasts.

Cynthia reached down and grabbed one of Jessie's nipples, squeezing it firmly, twisting it, pinching it. Jessie cried out softly, but Cynthia paid no attention. Her attention to Jessie's nipples became harder and more brutal, and Jessie pressed her breasts into Cyn's hand as she eagerly sucked at her breast.

Sam was amazed at his wife's actions. She was slowly allowing herself to become this woman's slut, Cyn's whore, and Sam knew he was close to exploding at the sight.