Grinding of a different kind.

"Hey Jen, you should sit facing me. That way, you can cuddle me as well." I tell her, wanting to feel that pussy and tits now.

She takes a second to process as usual before complying. She climbs up onto my lap and sits down, her knees resting on either side of me. But more importantly, her black lace, panty-clad pussy is resting right on top of my underwear-covered cock. A couple of thin layers of fabric are all that stood in the way of me fucking my crush.

While that was ideal and going as desired, I can't say the same for the other half of the plan. Specifically, me having a close time with her breasts. See, I forgot one not-so-little thing when I asked her to sit in my lap like this.

She was still wearing the stupid hoodie.

But luckily, this is a simple fix. I look up at Jennifer as her natural height and how she is sat puts her a bit above me. "Ya know, it's already pretty hot in here. We cuddle like this and it will only get hotter. You- WE should really take off our tops." I say, realizing mid-speech that it would be far better to feel her on my own naked chest as well.

She tilts her head a little, thinking about it before nodding again. "Alright, hold my beer for me?" She asks, holding her drink out to me. I gladly take it and watch in anticipation. Her hands hike up the hoodie first before she grasps each side and pulls it over her head. Once it passes her chest, her perfect boobs bounce hypnotically behind her white tank top. So mesmerized I am by their dance, I only just come back to reality in time to see her lifting the tank top overhead next.

If I thought her tits were beautiful before, they were a heavenly dream now. Her large, perfect mounds were held in a black lace bra that matched her panties. The near-transparence of it allowed me to not only see most of her chest, but the edges of her two nipples peeking out from behind the thicker parts.

When I hand her back her beer and let her hold mine for me, I almost rip my shirt to get it off as quickly as possible. Now we were both down to our underwear and cuddling on the couch. I wrap my arms around her midriff and lean toward her ear to give her one more order.

"Now grind your pussy on my cock Jennifer," I growl into her ear. There is almost no hesitation as she wraps an arm around my head to steady herself and starts gyrating her hips on me, a sign that my control over her is getting stronger with every order.

Any form of coherent thought is lost to a new haze of pleasure. I can feel her hot core roughly stroking against my shaft through the fabric. It may not have the same level of cushion as her ass, but the heat and sweat combined add their own enhancement to the act. Adding on to that, I can feel the folds of her pussy spreading around the sensitive underside of my cock. It's like it is just begging to be fucked right now!

I push my face into her chest, enjoying the pillowy boobs now with almost no barriers. She has both arms around my head now, holding onto my head as she grinds into my cock. This must be doing something for her as well since she has started lightly panting. Another sign that she was getting off on this was the feeling of my crotch getting wetter, obviously from pre-cum.

This makes me grin. I love the idea that I am getting her hot and bothered without actually ordering her to become so. Turning my head to the side, I notice her hardened nipple mere centimeters away from my face. An idea occurs to me and I immediately act on it.

Now while I definitely want to wrap my lips around that nipple and suck on it till milk impossibly comes out, I don't think I could convincingly say nipple sucking was just a part of cuddling. Besides, I have a far better idea next time Marcus speaks up...

Moving on, while I can't suck on her tits, there is something I can do. I bring my face over to the stiff nipple and start nuzzling into her breasts. Except for every little motion, I would 'accidentally' brush the areola lightly. The first time it happened, she gasped and jolted a little mid-grind. She didn't stop grinding though and subsequent brushes on her nipple brought out light moans and gasps of pleasure.

I let my hands slide down her back and take two handfuls of her perfect ass. I grind with her, matching her rolling hips with my thrusts. All this was incredibly erotic as we are each teasing the other towards a climax. Every little movement we made seemed to cause one of us pleasure. Heck, with all the pleasure we were feeling and how it must look from an outside perspective, we could likely fool someone into believing we were having sex.

"Uh, guys?"

In fact, maybe we did fool a certain someone.

With all the attention I focused on Jennifer, one could assume I'd forgotten Marcus was there. But I didn't. I knew he was there and I was hoping he'd watch and draw the conclusions I desire. And from the confused and angry look on his face, I succeeded.

"Are you...are you guys having sex?" He asks, starting to get angry and fight off the mind manipulation.

I decided to turn this around immediately. I take my face out of Jen's boobs and glare harshly at Marcus. "What the fuck Marcus!? How can you ask something like that?! We're friends and Jen is your wife?! How could you even suggest that?!"

Jennifer is either just as offended or was affected by my reaction as she agrees with me. "What the hell Marcus!? Did you really just ask me that?! Do you really think that little of me to not only betray your trust but to do it like a slut right in front of you? Is that really how you see me?" She rants at him.

Marcus is shocked at our outbursts, but soldiers on with a still angry and suspicious look on his face. "No, that isn't how I-!... Look, what the heck was going on then?! Cause it clearly looks like Jennifer is riding your dick Dustin, and it looks like Dustin was sucking on your boobs Jen! So explain that!" He shouts back, believing he had the high ground in this argument.

Oh, my poor, mistaken friend. You don't stand a chance.

"I'll tell you exactly what it fucking was Marcus! In case you forgot, we were cuddling. And as one might do while cuddling, I was nuzzling myself against Jen's chest. With how wonderfully soft her breasts are, there was no way I couldn't." I say matter-of-factly. "As for her supposedly 'riding my cock', I'll have you know she was doing the same she has been doing since she first sat in my lap: grinding. And like we both told you before, it's perfectly normal!"

His face drops, confusion and nervousness coloring his face now. "B-but...you were..." He stutters.

Jennifer loses her patience and chooses to get up to crush his accusations permanently. I briefly mourn the loss of her sexy body before shaking it off and getting up myself. Jennifer and I stand before Marcus, towering over him as he realizes his error. After all, ya can't really have sex when both partners still have their parts covered.

'Damn sure made an effort trying though.' I think to myself.

Jen is glaring down at her husband, foot tapping on the ground in impatience. "As you can clearly see Marcus, all our underwear is still on. So it is physically impossible for us to have been having sex, asshole! What do you say to that, huh?!"

He is pale now and clearly horrified at the situation his assumption has gotten him into. "I-I'm sorry! I just- It looked like...it just...I'm sorry..." He struggles to apologize and explain himself.

I shake my head sternly. "Sorry isn't gonna cut it, Marcus. You made such a heinous accusation, not just against me, but against your wife man! And to make it worse, you knew what we were doing beforehand and still accused us. Marcus, after what you did, you need to be punished. Severely."

Jennifer nods in agreement, still glaring at her husband. "Absolutely!"

Marcus nods despondently, ashamed of himself. "Of course. Anything to make up for what I did."

I inwardly cackle. What a perfect opportunity.