Message-ID: <3748eli$9709051116@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MyFrThAl@aol.com Subject: REPOST: Mark Aster: Kayla and Martin (MF, MF, spousewatching) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970904225417_907236306@emout07.mail.aol.com> It occurs to me that most of my stories haven't been reposted since a.s.s.m got going, so here's some picking up where I left off: Episode 41, "Kayla and Martin". Comments eagerly sought. This and 60 or so more stories can be found at http://users.aol.com/myfrthal/ .. Mark My Friends the Allens -- Kayla and Martin by Mark Aster = = = Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home! = = = It was a small table, and the four of us sitting around it were close together. Pat, on my left, was round and gorgeous, her breasts full and luscious, our twins curled safe in her womb. I slipped my hand under the table now and then and ran my fingers along her body between her stomach and thigh. She would turn and grin at me, but mostly she faced the other way as she flirted outrageously with Martin Newhouse to her left. That gentleman, his sharp bespectacled face framed by wooly black hair with a touch of white at the temples, was enjoying himself enormously, devouring Pat with his eyes. His wife Kayla and I exchanged amused glances and made smalltalk, and our knees brushed now and then under the table. I was very aware of her closeness, her scent, the very short tight skirt covering her round dark thighs. I knew Martin vaguely; his law firm did some business with the plant. The four of us had been chatting while waiting for tables in the hotel restaurant, and when a table for four had opened up, we'd decided to take it together, rather than waiting for two two's. "You'd better keep an eye on Martin," Mrs. Newhouse whispered to me, leaning over and putting one hand on my leg, "When I was pregnant with Lyle, he couldn't keep his hands off of me." Her large brown eyes glittered. I smiled back. Her hand stayed on my thigh, and my cock began to swell alarmingly. "And where's little Lyle tonight?" I asked. "He's with his Gram and Gramp for the weekend. The WHOLE weekend!" Her lips were full and fascinating. I put my own hand casually down on my thigh, just touching hers. Her fingers were long and warm and soft. She moved her hand over mine. For a moment our fingers twined together under the table, and her smile widened, and then she took her hand away to sip at her drink. Across the table, Martin made some egregious joke, and we all laughed. Then the entrees came, and conversation grew a little more mundane, politics and business, arts and letters. Kayla's knee stayed in pretty constant contact with mine, and across the table I saw her husband find more than one excuse to touch Pat's taut abdomen through her thin dress. Waiting for dessert, I turned to Pat, took her chin in my fingers, and kissed her mouth. She smiled and purred and stroked my arm. "Some men," she said to Martin when I released her, "are just SO aroused by pregnancy. Isn't that odd?" "Oh, I don't think so," he replied. "Not at all. I can understand the feeling perfectly." And again he touched her belly lightly with his fingers, brushing her breasts gently with the back of his hand. His wife leaned close to me again. "Isn't he terrible? You don't mind it, I hope?" "Oh, no," I replied, "it's sort of... arousing." And I patted her leg lightly in reassurance. Receiving no further orders, my hand settled down on her thigh, just at the hem of her skirt. Her flesh was soft but firm, ample and yielding. Very warm. My cock pulsed in my pants. She looked into my eyes very seriously, and then slightly, just slightly, she spread her legs farther apart. The waiter brought dessert. I moved my fingers in small circles on Kayla's thigh, and watched her eat her sherbet. She was wearing sheer thigh-high stockings that ended just above the hem of her skirt. My hand slipped up over the slick material, in under her skirt, and I touched the smooth bare skin of her inner thigh. As I stroked gently, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips beautifully around a spoonful of sherbet. She spread her knees apart another inch. I ate my pie slowly, one hand nestled between her thighs, just below the moist warmth of her pussy. She finished her dessert, and dropped her hand to her lap, gently touching the backs of my fingers. "Would you and Pat like to come up to our room for a drink?" she asked, loudly enough for Pat and Martin to hear. "A wonderful idea, my dear!" said Martin. Pat looked at me, her eyes large and happy and excited. I grinned, "We'd be glad to." Leaving the restaurant, Pat and Martin went ahead, talking animatedly about copyright issues on the Web. I offered my arm to Kayla, and she took it with a smile. We walked slowly to the elevators, not talking, her body moving gracefully beside me. "Come on, folks!" Martin called, holding the elevator for us. As we stepped in, Kayla turned, and one breast pressed firmly against my arm. I licked my lips, and my pulse pounded. She reached out and took Martin's hand, I put my free arm around Pat, and the four of us rode upwards in a warm and comfortable silence. In the Newhouses' suite, Martin and Pat walked from room to room talking, while Kayla fixed drinks for the two of us. Pat and Martin went into the bedroom and didn't come out. Kayla stood facing me, her back against the bar, holding out a glass. I walked to her, my penis straining in my pants, and took the glass gently from her hand. My fingers slid over hers. I set the glass down on the table and put my hands on her hips, drawing her toward me gently. She looked into my eyes for a long moment, her lower lip between her straight white teeth, then she opened her mouth and tilted her head and kissed me, and pressed her long full body against me. Our mouths clung together, open and hungry, and I slid my tongue into the warm darkness of her mouth. My hands moved over her hips, around behind her, and as she kissed me still more deeply and sucked on my tongue, I pulled up her skirt and caressed her buttocks. The brief silk panty left lots of hot brown skin exposed, and I ran my hands greedily over her flesh. She moaned, and twined her fingers in my hair, kissing my mouth again and pressing her pelvis against me. Her ass under my hands was incredibly erotic, smooth and hot, soft and perfect. My penis throbbed, and I knew that I could easily come just from the feel of that flesh under my fingers. She drew her mouth away from mine, but kept her body in sweet contact. "Shall we go and see what Pat and Martin are doing?" she whispered. I nodded, and reluctantly our bodies parted. She walked slowly across the room ahead of me, her hips swaying. From the bedroom we heard a gasp, a low moan. I reached out and touched her flank, and she stopped and looked back at me, her legs apart in mid-stride. I slid my fingers over her ass, in between her thighs, and up over her soaking panty, rubbing her cunt with my hand. She closed her eyes. I moved the panty out of the way, and my fingers explored the hot naked skin of her vulva. Her outer lips were firm and full, her juices warm and flowing. As I gently stroked the skin above her clit, she gasped, her breasts rising under her blouse. Standing frozen, breathing heavily, her mouth open, gasping with my hand between her legs, she was incredibly beautiful. I touched her face with my other hand, and she sucked my forefinger into her mouth and rocked her pelvis gently. She reached down between her legs and pressed my fingers more deeply into her soaking flesh, and as she made small high sounds in her throat, her muscles tensed, and her body bucked softly against my hand. After a moment, I took my hand from between her legs, took her face in my other hand, and kissed her lightly on the lips. She shuddered and opened her eyes, took my hand, and led me into the bedroom. Pat was sitting on the side of the bed, naked, her clothes scattered on the floor. Her body was exquisite, full to bursting with life, her breasts heavy, nipples large and plump, her belly round and delicious. Her mouth was soft and open, recently kissed. Martin stood before her, still fully clothed. As we watched, Pat undid his pants, and drew his cock, wide and stiff, out into the air. She ran her fingers lightly over it, and looked up at him. I stood behind Kayla; my hands wandered to the front of her blouse. As Pat's wet tongue licked at the head of Martin's cock, I began undoing his wife's buttons. Her breasts were large and high and round. Martin gasped and thrust forward, and his penis slipped into Pat's warm pink mouth. Kayla groaned. I untucked Kayla's shirt, put my hands on her bra, pressed the hot mounds of her breasts together. The clasp came open, and I drew the cups away; her bare flesh spilled out. As we watched Pat's mouth moving slowly over Martin's skin, and he groaned and stroked Pat's head, I took Kayla's breasts in my hands and rolled her nipples between my fingers. She pressed herself back against me, her ass against my trapped cock. I reached down and unzipped her skirt, slid one hand in under her panty, and my fingers moved again over her cunt. Martin's hips began to move rhythmically as Pat sucked him, and I slid two fingers into Kayla. Her juices soaked my hand, and she began to moan quietly. "Ohhh... OOoohhh... OOOHH!" She reached up behind her and touched my head as her body began to spasm in my arms. "Oh, oh Martin. Martin!" Her husband's hips moved faster as Pat took him more deeply into her mouth and caressed his balls with her fingers. "Yes, darling?" he replied, his hands closing convulsively on Pat's shoulders. Pat's breasts swayed as Martin's thrusts rocked her gently on the bed. "OOooohhhh, Martin I'm going to come," Kayla breathed as my fingers penetrated her and my hand moved over her breasts. "I'm COMING!" And she came in my arms, her ass pushing urgently back against me, the hot tunnel of her cunt contracting around my fingers, her back arching as I squeezed one dark naked breast. "AAAAHHH!" her husband gasped, and Pat groaned as he came in her mouth, and she moved her fingers and lips over the hot pulsing flesh and milked every drop of semen from him. I felt my own cock leaking tears into my underpants. After a moment of perfect silence, Kayla turned in my arms and kissed me again, happy and relaxed, her mouth soft and gentle. Martin pushed Pat back onto the bed and lay next to her, his hands gently caressing her face, her breasts, her stomach. Kayla's tongue came slowly into my mouth, and her hands began unbuttoning my shirt, unbuckling my belt. "That was wonderful," she whispered as she took my cock in her hand, "now come over to the bed and fuck me." As Kayla was undressing me, her husband had knelt between Pat's spread knees, and began licking slowly at her vulva. His tongue pressed against her perineum, up over her vagina, her swollen clit, and then up in a long line over her mons and the lovely dark line leading up her belly. As Kayla lay down on the bed and spread her thighs to me, Martin gasped with delight. "Someone kicked me!" he said. Pat chuckled, "See? Now you've gone and woken the kids." Then she closed her eyes and moaned as his tongue moved down again, and he began to suck at her clit. I lowered myself over Kayla's lush body, kissing her mouth and sliding my cock over the outside of her wet furry cunt. She smiled broadly and pressed against me. I entered her slowly. As the head of my penis slid into the dark warmth of her, her husband rose up, slid his knees under Pat's thighs, and stroked her belly with his hands. Between his legs, his erection was rising again, and in a moment he slid forward and penetrated her with his cock. Pat and Kayla lay side by side on the bed, our cocks sliding hungrily into them, their faces happy and gorgeous. I groaned as Kayla's body welcomed me in, and waves of pleasure flowed through me. "They're very good, aren't they?" Pat breathed to Kayla as we fucked them slowly and tenderly. "Very OOOHHH very good. VERY good!" Kayla replied, and she reached down and touched Martin's hand where it gripped Pat's hip. Pat grinned and put a hand around my wrist, and then her grip tightened as Martin began to penetrate her deeper and faster. I thrust myself far into Kayla, pulled out, thrust in, pounding against her hips as the rhythm increased. The bed began to creak. Pat's breathing got heavy and fast. Kayla moaned and cried out, and her hips thrust back against me. Martin pushed his thick staff deeply into Pat and held it there for a moment, his hands caressing the fullness of her belly, and pressing against her clit. She moaned and spread her legs even further. I pulled far out of Kayla, teasing the opening of her cunt with the tip of my cock, and rolling one nipple between my fingers. Then I lost control, grunting and thrusting wildly into her as her back arched and she cried out again. "Oh, GOD!" she gasped, and she started to come. Pat's hand on my arm clenched as Martin suddenly shouted and thrust convulsively into her three times, and his cock began to pump semen into her. I closed my eyes, and the pleasure washed over me; I fell onto Kayla's writhing body and groaned into her ear as my cock exploded, and streams of hot cum shot deep into her. The air filled with groans and gasps and the hot smell of sex as all our bodies spasmed and heaved in ecstasy. Around midnight, Pat and I, more or less fully clothed, said goodnight to Kayla and Martin from the doorway of their bedroom. The sweet taste of Kayla's mouth still on my lips, and their home phone number in my pocket, I put my arm around Pat and we crossed the livingroom and went out into the hall. Behind us, I heard the bed creak, and Kayla gave a little sigh of pleasure. 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