Lucia

My fingers are interlocked with hers, our arms outstretched. My other hand rests on the small of her back. With her nod, I wrap my arm around her waist, careful not to touch her butt. Drawing from a confidence I do not feel, I pull her into me, so that our bodies are pressed together, so that her tits are squished against my chest.

Leanne

Paul’s voice was a deep baritone. “Hey, babe.” I heard the slap of skin on skin and a yelp. Then I saw my wife wrapped around a well-muscled guy at least a head taller than me, his hands on her ass, their lips pressed together. He kicked the door closed and pushed Leanne up against the wall, leaning into her as they kissed, his fingers running through the crotch of her panties.

Samuel & Daphne

Daphne nodded at the tent in my crotch. “Your boy’s looking like he’s ready to go,” she said to Annabel, “Do what you want, but we’re not prudes here. I’ll even help, if you want.”