Seducing Collette

"There's only one piece of that," I reminded him with a slight pout. "How could we have tried it?"

"Oh, sorry," he quickly apologized with that cute sheepish grin. "Let me fix that." He cut a small piece off, picked it up between thumb and index finger and held it out towards me.

I leaned forward, aware of the wide-eyed look in our neighbor's eyes, and wrapped my lips around his fingers, sucking in my cheeks and teasing the piece of lamb from his grasp with my tongue. He was right. I had to fake nothing when I leaned back closed my eyes in delight, slowly chewing the spicy meat. "Wow," I moaned. "That is wonderful!"

"Want to try it too?" John asked Collette, his fork hovering over his plate.

"Uh, I don't know..."

"Come on, you've got to try it," I urged.

"Okay," she relented. I had to admit, John had outdone himself. The lamb looked almost as yummy as it tasted.

I watched with mounting anticipation when he took his time cutting off another piece, and I almost burst with glee when, instead of lifting it up with the fork, he took it with his fingers again.

The emotions running over Collette's sweet face were delicious to watch. Eagerness. Disbelief. Embarrassment. Arousal? Yes, definitely that too! John's hand came closer and closer, and the emotions flickered even faster. Her eyes were wide like a deer's in the headlights.

I put my hand on her thigh, not too far up, whispering, "Open up, honey!"

I could see the internal struggle going on, and I could feel her tremble ever so quickly. Her lips parted as if to say something, but I moved my hand further up and managed to turn her attempt to speak into a surprised gasp. Then John's fingers reached her half-opened lips and she surrendered.

Her soft lips closed around my husband's fingers and her tongue fought to extricate the spicy piece of grilled lamb from his teasing grip. I leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear, "That's so fucking sexy!"

She shuddered, and my heart did a happy dance. We had her.

I picked up a lemony shrimp, and when her eyes opened after she had swallowed her lamb, I held it out to her.

"Have you ever made love with another woman?" I whispered and was answered with a slight shake of her head. "Let me make love to you," I continued, my other hand sliding further up her smooth thigh. "Let us both make love to you!"

Her lips felt incredibly sensuous when they embraced my fingers, warm and soft, and when her silken tongue wrestled with my digits to get her price, my skin grew hot. John's hand had followed my example on her other thigh, and she leaned back, slowly chewing the shrimp with an expression of pure rapture while we rubbed small circles on her thighs.

"What are you..." she started to ask, but John's finger on her lips hushed her, and soon afterwards she was once more allowing herself to be fed a piece of meat by my husband. Then it was my turn again.

I don't think she really noticed when I pulled the dress over her head and unclasped her bra. I'll never forget the aroused and astonished look in her eyes when I wrapped my lips around her stiff, rosy nipple and tickled it with my tongue. We kept feeding her, alternating pieces of grilled goodness with hot kisses, and soon both my and my husband's fingers met inside her frilly panties and softly caressed her moist folds.

"Please," she suddenly pleaded, and I knew quite well what she was asking for. Nodding towards John, I slipped out of my tee and shorts, grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house again. She followed me like a lost puppy, her steps insecure and her eyes shaded with arousal. She was the perfection of innocent yumminess.

"You're beautiful," I told her, my voice throaty and trembling with desire, and pushed her softly down onto the couch. Her eyes were incredibly big when she watched me as I climbed onto it too and stretched out between her legs. She bit her lip, and I lightly nibbled on the soft skin at the top of her thighs, drinking in the sight of her beautiful body, the pert breasts that cried out to be kissed, the heaving chest that betrayed her arousal and the pretty, puffy pussy lips whose delicious scent filled me with giddy excitement.

The moment my tongue delved between her folds, her back arched and her head tilted backwards. Small, high-pitched moans announced how she enjoyed my lover's kiss and spurred me on to worship the center of her pleasure with all my devotion. I licked and suckled in all the ways I loved myself, placed small bites all along her pussy lips and teasingly tickled her clit. John joined in too, naked as well, and covered her breasts with greedy kisses.

Suddenly her moans turned into small wails and her body stiffened. I suckled hard on her clit, and her thighs clenched around my head. Her body writhed and shook, and I had to fight to keep my lips on her pearl and run the whole length of my tongue slowly up and down. Her wails turned into whimpers, but her body kept shaking and trembling, and it took almost a minute until she suddenly grew slack and released her hold.

"God," she groaned, barely above a whisper. "Oh god, oh fuck! God!"

I giggled and John chuckled. I slid upwards until my breasts pressed against hers. The look of absolute satisfaction in her face was one the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

"So beautiful," I whispered, and when I lowered my mouth to hers, her lips parted invitingly.

When we broke the kiss ages later, she looked at me in puzzlement. "How... I mean, this is crazy! You're married, and we've only just met, and..."

I rested my cheek against hers. "It's alright. John and I love to share. You're too wonderful to resist, sweet Collette."

Her arms wrapped around me and I slid one leg outside of hers so my thigh came to rest on her slick pussy. She noticed it and began to rock her hips lightly against it. "Can we do that again?" She whispered.

"That and much more," I promised. "Anything planned for the weekend?"

"Nothing," she replied out of breath.

"Then we have lots of time to have our wicked ways with you. Let's go upstairs to our bed, we've got more room to move there. I want John to take you from behind while you taste pussy for the first time in your life. How does that sound?"

The shudder that raced through her body, the breathless moan and the fiery lines that her nails painted on my back were all the answer I needed.