THE RESTING ROOM

As we prepared for our evening out, Lisa and I were not really
looking forward to it. We didn't go out much since our children were
born and had become use to our evening in enjoying each others
company. Whenever we where invited to friends or family it always
seemed an imposition on our time, but we normally ended up enjoying
ourselves.

But this particular evening was different as we were not going to
friends for dinner or a small social gathering, we were going to a
party. We had tried to get out of it but our friends were insistent,
encouraging us with exotic tails of people, drink and dancing. It
seemed more of an incentive not to go, a fact that brought amusement
to my wife and I after they had gone, appreciating how old we had
become even though we had only just turned thirty.

But forced into a corner we had accepted and unable to think up any
excuses in the week before the event, our friends arrived to pick us
up. We tried to be as excited as they were on the way but the more they
described the evening ahead the more despondent Lisa and I became
about the whole thing.

When we arrived it was all they had said it was. An old house had been
taken over and converted into a Party house, each room had been
cleared and allocated for the one night. It was only friends and
friends of friends that knew about it but the whole house seemed to be
heaving with people.

The house shook with the beat of the music that blared from the open
windows but as all the buildings nearby were boarded up and empty
there seemed few people who would complain. The main room of the
house was the dance floor with the disco equipment and DJs set up in
an adjoining room. The Kitchen had been set up as a sort of bar where
you could buy cans of beer if you hadn't brought your own.

As our friends disappeared into the crowds of gyrating people,
Lisa and I propped ourselves up in the kitchen unable to talk over
the noise of the music and quickly downed a few cans to try and loosen
ourselves up. We eventually headed for the garden where a bonfire had
been lit with party goers standing around and talking. This seemed more
our thing and we were soon making polite conversation with a group of
people as we watched the hypnotic flames and drank our beers.

I was talking to one bloke, who must have been about my age, how this
wasn't really our scene and we preferred a little more quite and
sedate style of party. We laughed about it for a while talking of
getting old and how we now sounded just like our parents did when we
were young and how we would laugh at them swearing we would never end
up the same. As the conversation drew to it conclusion he said we
ought to check out the 'restroom' and pointed to a hole in the fence
that lead to the next door garden. He said we could grab a seat and
'chill out' till our friends were ready to go.

As the group broke up and wandered back to the party, I grabbed Lisa
and headed through the hole in the fence. The next door garden was
deserted, the only light from the back door of the derelict house. We
wandered over and looked in as a lamp attached to a car battery
brightly lit the way ahead. Halfway down the surprisingly clean
hallway a heavy curtain covered a doorway and with no other obvious
entrance, we ventured in. The room was dimly lit with candles on
shelves and tables around the room, the floor covered in large
cushions and soft music floated round the room. There were five people
stretched out around the room, two young lads lay sprawled across the
middle of the floor in what looked like a drunken sleep, to one side an
older man, with a drink in one hand and a half smoked joint in the
other, stared blankly into space, and a couple were over in the far
corner tightly tangled together kissing passionately, but not so one
would feel uncomfortable.

This looked perfect, so we took our place on two large cushions in a
darkened corner of the room. We both sat in silence listening to the
melodic music taking in our tranquil surroundings. The room was warm
and cosy without distraction or intrusion. The couple kissing just
carried on oblivious to who may be around them and the other guy
seemed much the same, lost in his own thoughts. We both felt
exceptionally mellow and eventually were in each others arms in a long
and passionate kiss. We were both a bit more drunk than we thought
which heightened our arousal, the wonderful sensation of kissing
electric as we explored each others mouth with our tongue. But our
fondling hands were subtle, never forgetting were we were even though
everyone else seemed rather preoccupied.

As we kissed my mind was working overtime with thought of sliding my
hand up my wife's skirt and between her legs. I could feel my
trousers begin to bulge and conscious of its possible appearance moved
my wife onto her back then lay my body beside her with my crouch
firmly pushed into the cushion below me. This position also had the
advantage of allowing me to fondle her breast through her top without
anyone seeing, as I lay across her at an angle to kiss.

Much to my surprise after a little while of this her kisses become
less intense as she became more distracted by her arousal. I slowly
lifted my head and looked down at her softly lit face. He eyes were
tightly shut and her mouth open, letting out quiet moans as she
breathed with more purpose. I could feel her erect nipples through the
cotton of her blouse but in my cramped position was unable to take
advantage as she thrust her chest into my palm.

My dick now pressed hard against my trousers as I ground it into the
cushion trying to dislodge it from its uncomfortable position. I
wanted to feel my wife's flesh against my hand, to squeeze and tweak
her small erect nipples wishing to aid her as she became more and more
lost. The power of turning her on so much by mealy playing with her
breasts was intoxicating and I wanted to do more, but I was far to
aware of my surrounding to do anything about it.

I turned my head slightly to scan the room and assess my situation to
see if I could position myself for better access. I almost jumped with
fright as I turned to look at the man that had been on his own smoking
and drinking. There he was lying propped up by one arm on the other
side of my wife from me, his head level with her hips looking intently
at his other arm that had disappeared up my wife's skirt. I
immediately turned back to Lisa with some sort of expectation that she
would jump up and.... well I don't know what I expected, but I didn't
expect her to still be breathing deeply with eyes tightly shut and
mouth open wide. It was all so unexpected that it never really
occurred to me that this was probably the reason she was in such
ecstasy and not my attentions to her breasts.  Its funny how your mind
works in times of tension and I found myself grinning that she almost
definitely thought it was me with my hand between her legs.

I turned back to the man trying desperately to take it all in. Lisas
legs were slightly spread and I could see the shape of his hand as it
bulged up from under the material of her skirt near the top of her
thigh. I wanted to see what he was doing, shock and confusion clouding
my ability to rationalise, unable to decide what my next move should
be. The unusual sensations watching this man, this uninvited stranger,
with his hand up my wife's skirt, playing with her most private and
sensitive parts while she moaned softly in my ear.

I moved my position to lay on my side so I could get a better look but
in so doing breaking the strangers concentration and he slowly raised
his head to look at me. I almost felt embarrassed like he had caught
me peeking at a sexual act from my secret vantage point. I could feel
my face redden as his half shut sleepy eyes came into contact with
mine and then mealy moved back as if he was allowing me to watch as he
played with my wife. More as a natural reaction than any conscious
thought, my hand moved to the crouch of my trousers to reduce the pain
my restricted and swelling member was causing me. I caught his smiles
as he watched my movement and embarrassment returned once more. Not
wishing for him to catch my eye I looked back at Lisa's face, her
breathing now short and sharp as she gasped for air. I became
mesmerised by her beauty, her face flush, but my eyes soon returned
to the cause of her arousal. 

The sight that now confronted me was not what was expected. My wife's
small white knickers, removed from one leg, remained wrapped round her
other. Her knees had been rased and her legs spread as the stranger
climbed between them his trousers still on. He lowered himself on top
of Lisa, undoing his zip then pushing her skirt up allowing me a
glimpse of her pubic mound before he climbed between her legs and
blocked my view.

Fear filled my body as it froze, expecting Lisa to open her eyes and
see what was going on as the man fumbled at the front of his trousers
resting on his other arm above her. He stared intently at her face,
her mouth open wide gasping for breath and her eyes clamped tightly
shut. He stopped his movement then very slowly moved his hips forward,
watching as my wife's face changed its expression and her breathing
stopped as she held her breath. She looked like she was in pain, small
squeaks coming from her mouth as small bits of air escaped from her
lungs. Her head suddenly arched back and a deep moan burst from her
lips her arms shooting forward and gripping the mans hips as if to
stop there movements.

I looked down but could see nothing through the folds of cloth that
blocked my view, only his wrist disappearing between their legs to
guide himself. Lisa held his hips tight for a moment knuckles
white from her grip, gasping for breath. Her hands slowly relaxed and
his hips would move ever so slightly forward then she would gasp again
and stop his hips once more.

I became detached from the whole scenario questioning thoughts going
through my mind that seemed to have little rational logic to them. I
found myself wondering why she was acting this way like she was in
pain. Why hadn't she realised it wasn't me or maybe she did. My
thoughts were broken when he pulled his hand out from between there
legs and very, very slowly pressed his hips forward. His now spare
hand unbuttoned Lisas blouse and pushed it back to reveal the
breasts that I had so wanted to touch before. He took one in his hand,
its tanned hairiness contrasting with the soft silkiness of her flesh
his hips now pumped gently and rhythmically back and forth. Lisa
gasped and moaned openly grabbing the cloth of his trousers as she
helped him with his movement. I felt faint and a little sick as the
knot in my stomach became tight, I felt like an intruder like I wasn't
welcome and as he lowered his head to cover her lips with his I felt I
had to get out of there. I stood up and staggered to the door, a
drunken like dizziness making walking hard.

When I got to the curtain I looked back, stopping for a moment to take
in what I saw. The man seemed fully dressed his trousers still on as
his hips now pumps faster and faster, Lisas naked legs spread wide
ether side of him with her skirt pushed high onto her stomach. His
hand had moved and was now grasping at her naked buttocks pulling them
roughly as he slid in and out of her sweet and tender body.

I stepped out the doorway and ran for the fresh air of the garden
gasping for air. My legs felt weak and I half sat, half fell onto the
dry grass. I lay on my back breathing deeply, trying to remove the
sickness I felt in my stomach, images of what I had just seen flashed
through my head. My body shook slightly with tensing, every muscle
pulling, confusion clouding my thoughts as I tried to rationalise my
feelings. My breathing became easier and my body slightly more relaxed
as my mind cleared and as it did so formed the true realisation that
my emotions were not of revulsion or fear but of intense and
overpowering sexual arousal.

I had to return, I had left my wife alone with this stranger while I
had sorted my own emotions. A slight feeling of panic crept up on me,
images of Lisa struggling to push this man off as she realised who he
was. I ran back in but as I pushed back the curtain I was confronted
with quite the opposite. The other couple must have left earlier as
there corner was empty, one of the two sleepers was still passed out,
oblivious of the going on around him. To my surprise the man that I
had left on top of my wife now sat back in his original position puffing
on a fresh joint. He didn't even look up as I entered the room but lay
back, shut his eyes, blowing clouds of smoke from his mouth.

Lisa was still in the position I had left her but this time the other
boy that had been asleep now lay between her legs. His trousers were
down to his knees, as his young bottom flashed up and down as he pumped
with desperate thrust between her legs. Lisas knickers lay discarded
on the floor by her feet and her blouse was fully open, her small naked
breasts moving slightly as he drove himself into her. Her eyes were
open and staring up at the boy above her, he looked so young and
almost out of place as his boyish body leaned over the woman below
him.

Lisa gritted her teeth and started pulling the boys hips hard into
her never taking her eyes from his face. With one final thrust he
arched his back and loudly moaned a low deep scream as his body
tensed. Lisas eyes clamped shut and her mouth opened wide as the boy
fell to rest on top of her. After a few seconds he picked himself up
pulled up his trousers, tucking his wet limp penis into his jeans then
bumping into me,and staged out the door like he had just woken up and
remembered he had forgotten something.

Lisas eyes stayed shut, a look of tranquillity and peacefulness
across her face.  She slowly put her legs together and stretched them
out, flat, in front of her, her blouse was fully unbuttoned and her
breast stood firm and erect, her skirt was bunched up on her stomach
and the neat trimmed strip of pubic hair disappeared between her legs.

I moved forward and knelt down beside my wife, placing my hand on her
thigh, her eyes dreamily opening and looked across at me. A smile
coursed across her face then her eyes shut, her head rested back on
the pillow as she slowly spread her legs once more. I moved between
her legs and gently pressed my penis to the entrance to her
vagina. Liquid oozed over its head, feeling strangely cold as it lay
exposed to the air.  Lisas entrance seemed very open like she had
been stretched to an extreme and her elasticity had not yet returned
her to normal size. As I pushed she winced slightly but I soon was
engulfed with ease, the unbelievable heat that surrounded my dick
enhancing it arousal. I put my lips to hers and she wrapped her arms
around my neck, kissing me back with passion. I lay still between
her legs not wishing to move against her tender skin, I came and there
we stayed entwined as one.