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The Gig
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The gig was going to be awesome! I had been looking forward to it for months now. My mate Steve was driving to pick me up at about 7pm and I had been over excited for the last hour. “Will you calm down a bit Rob!” demanded Cheryl with an amused look on her face, she gestured for me to sit down on the sofa. Cheryl had just got home from work and I think my hyperactivity, brought on by my excitement was a source of irritation and amusement to her. It wasn’t like I was a young boy anymore, I was 54 for Christ sake.
“What time is Steve coming?” she asked, trying to begin a conversation that would somehow ground my childish enthusiasm.
“Oh, about 7pm I think but he is always late, you know what Steve is like!” It was true she did know what Steve was like. He was as bigger idiot as I was sometimes but we wouldn’t want him any other way.
Steve was a mate of mine from way back. To tell the truth I can’t recall how we became mates but we have shared a lot of laughs over the years and more importantly, tonight we will be going to the gig together as we also share the same taste in music.
“Come to talk to me upstairs as I get changed out of my work clothes.” Cheryl said in a voice that was a request and a demand at the same time. It was the usual thing she said to me as we loved being in each others company and she also loved me watching her get undressed. We bundled up the stairs and into our bedroom in a flurry of bum grabbing and playful pinching and I flumped onto the bed as she started to unbutton her work clothes and wriggle to a highly amusing and less than graceful state of undress. I applauded enthusiastically from my position on the bed and she launched herself my direction and landed on me hastily planting kisses on my head and face. She pinned my shoulder to the bed and grabbed at my cock through the cloth of my jeans with the other hand. I loved it when she became playful with me, I think it is one of my biggest ‘turn ons’, when she initiates the sex we have. However on this particular occasion I had a nagging doubt in my mind that when I had last seen a clock it told me that Steve would be arriving any time soon and that we probably didn’t have time to have sex before he did. I rolled Cheryl onto her back and spread her hair about her head on the pillow. She looked so beautiful laying naked beneath me that I wanted more than anything to strip my clothes off and make love to her. I kissed her gently on the forehead and promised her that I would make love to her when I got home from the gig. She momentarily looked sad and said she would probably be asleep by then and the sex could wait for another day. At that moment the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of Steve and I quickly reverted back to being over-excited Rob and ran downstairs to answer the door.
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I let Steve in and we spoke for a few minutes in excited tones about the gig and who the support band were and where we were going to park the car. We were just about to leave the house when the previously naked Cheryl came downstairs. She now was wearing her nordic onesie.
For those who don’t know what a onesie is (let alone a Nordic one), it is like a playsuit for grownups. An all in one pair of pyjamas or a romper suit. This one happened to be fashioned out of fake Nordic fur and was complete with a hood which had ears on the top. There was also a zipper that ran all the way down the front of the onesie. Cheryl had the zipper done up about three quarters of the way which showed two things. Firstly it showed that she was probably naked under the onesie and secondly it showed a good portion of cleavage. The onesie hugged her womanly curvaceous figure perfectly and the appearance of her milky white cleavage seemed to be urging us to pull the zipper lower to expose some more.
Steve and I stood, open mouthed, gawking at Cheryl’s wonderful body in this onesie for several moments before she broke the spell by saying “Well if you lads have finished staring at me you had better head off to your gig!”
The drive to the gig was only about 20 minutes and once there we ensconced ourselves near the bar with a pint each. We passed the time before the support band came on stage by people watching and passing comment on some of the more eccentric attendees we could see. After a short pause in the conversation Steve said “I hope you don’t mind me saying but Cheryl looked pretty hot in that onesie thing!”
I smiled and agreed with him, “You should see her out of it!” I joked in reply.
Steve looked taken aback at this retort and you could see him weighing up whether I was being serious or not. “I’d bloody like to!” he replied and he quickly took a gulp of his beer and avoided all eye contact with me.
It was at this moment that I hatched a plan. I chugged the remainder of my beer and sent Steve to the bar for some refills, whilst he was gone I composed a text message to Cheryl. ‘Hi sweetie. Thanks for looking sexy tonight and I’m sorry we didn’t have time to have sex before I left tonight. Steve was impressed with your sexy onesie....I bet you made his cock hard!!!!’......send!
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The support band appeared on stage as Steve reappeared with the beers and we settled into the gig and enjoyed the music. During this time I was reasonably sure that my phone buzzed several times in my pocket but I didn’t look at it. Patience Rob patience.
The support band were soon finished and I made my excuses with Steve and headed to the toilet. On my way I glanced at my phone and noted that there were 3 messages from Cheryl. The first one said ‘Glad you liked my onesie, how do you know Steve liked it too? What has he been saying?’
The second text simply said ‘Hurry home’ and the third was a photo of Cheryl’s cleavage in her onesie. She had lowered the zipper a few more inches and she looked stunning.
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I hurried myself in the toilet, headed back to Steve via the bar for two more beers. “Here you go mate “ I said as a thrust the new beer into his empty hand (he still had half a beer in his other hand).
“Another beer?” he exclaimed.
“You’ll need it when I show you what Cheryl has just sent me!” I replied and held up my phone so he could see the photo she had sent.
“Fuck me that is so hot Rob, you lucky bastard!” he moved his head to look more closely at the photo.
“Lets hope she is still up and awake when we get home later!” I said with a knowing look on my face.
Two hours later. The gig had finished and it was awesome beyond belief, we were full of adrenaline and sweaty from the heat of the crowd. Steve and I were shuffling in amongst the crowd as we funnelled through the exit and out into the night. We found the car and belted in.
“Ok lets see if Cheryl is still up for us!” I said and Steve gave a nervous laugh, still unsure what his role was in tonight’s flirting.
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“Ok lets see if Cheryl is still up for us!” I said and Steve gave a nervous laugh, still unsure what his role was in tonight’s flirting.
“Do you think she will be?” he asked.
“I’ll just text her to say we’re on our way.” I replied.
Within 20 seconds my phone buzzed through her reply....’good hurry home, I am waiting for you both!” Well this was a turn up, I wasn’t sure what was on Cheryl’s mind but clearly the evening wasn’t over yet.
We pulled into the driveway and I invited Steve inside. The house looked dark and I wondered if Cheryl had waited up after all. Steve slipped his boots off and made a bee-line for our downstairs toilet whilst I made my way through the dark hallway till I found the lounge door. I creaked the door open and was relieved to see Cheryl laying on the sofa still wearing her onesie, complete with zipper lowered to reveal her sexy cleavage.
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“Hi, where’s Steve?” she asked.
“I think he is just taking a piss.” I said blurting out more information than she probably required.
“Good!” she said and she got up from the sofa and kissed me passionately and fully on the mouth.
Her tongue forced into my mouth as her hand grabbed my crotch. We broke from the kiss but her hand still held my ever hardening cock through my jeans. Her hand twisted and pressed against my cock as we looked each other in the face. Steve chose that moment to make his appearance in the lounge and stopped dead when he saw Cheryl’s hand rubbing the obvious cock shaped bulge in my jeans.
“Oh sorry, I’ll go.” He said but Cheryl told him to “Wait” in a command that made me and Steve jump simultaneously.
Cheryl turned her back on me to face Steve and slightly leaned back so her shoulders and head were resting on my chest, she took hold of the zipper between her tits and lowered it by 3 inches. The room was silent but my heartbeat was crashing in my ears. The tension was unbearable and Steve looked utterly panicked.
“Do you want to see more Steve?” asked Cheryl in a voice that oozed calmness and sex appeal.
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Steve simply nodded 5 or 6 times and a grunt of encouragement passed his lips. Cheryl lowered the zipper another 3 inches. The zipper was now half way between her tits and her navel and the milky white sides of her tits were exposed but her onesie still covered her nipples, just!
Cheryl now let go of the zipper and placed both of her hands behind her to grab my now fully erect cock, she fiddled with the buttons on my jeans and opened a few of them to allow her fingers to grasp my bare hot throbbing cock. This was the moment of opportunity for me and in one movement I looped my left arm through Cheryl’s arms behind her back and with my right arm, reached around her and lowered the zipper on her onesie down to below her navel. This caused her beautiful pert tits to pop out of the onesie and finally be proudly on display to Steve.
Cheryl wanked my hard cock with both her hands behind her back and she turned her head to kiss my mouth with all of the passion that she could muster. This kiss had wetness and tongues and teeth and heat. I felt her moan into my mouth through the kiss and I opened my eyes to see Steve sucking on one of her tits. His hands stroked her stomach and down the front of her onesie and onto her soaking wet shaved pussy. I could smell her hot wet aroma rise out of her onesie and hear the soggy squelching of Steve’s eager fingers inside her....
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That was the moment. The push over the threshold. All my senses felt numb and yet so sensitive at the same time. My cock was fizzing and on fire as Cheryl's hands manipulated it but my legs felt leaden and detached. My eyes and ears felt exhilarated by the sights and sounds of Steve 'working' Cheryl's tits and pussy but my head felt woozy and befuddled. My body scorched hot, roasting hot yet parts of me were shivering.
I decided we needed to lose some clothes as Steve was performing admirably but was somewhat hampered by the onesie. Whilst it was unzipped right down to Cheryl's crotch, I could tell he wanted further access.
Cheryl was more or less leaning back against my chest, lost in the ecstasy of the moment and whilst still supporting her weight I scooped the onesie off her shoulders and down her back. As a threesome we all swayed and stumbled as she stepped out of the legs of the onesie. I don't think Steve's mouth left her breasts once during this moment.
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A brief hiatus in the proceedings occurred when Cheryl let go of my cock so i could remove my t-shirt and jeans, kicking them idly in the corner. Cheryl had wrestled Steve's mouth from her breasts and guided him into the sitting position on the sofa. The tent in his jeans displayed loud and proud for Cheryl's indulgence.
Kneeling on the floor and stark naked between Steve's thighs, she began to hastily undo his jeans. Clawing at the belt buckle and yanking at the buttons until she had revealed his hard cock. In one swift movement she grasped his hard shaft in her left hand and plunged two thirds of it into her mouth. Steve's hips bucked as the sudden envelopment of his cock sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Cheryl kept Steve in her mouth and with her free hand wrenched his jeans down his thighs and then off his feet. Now with both hands positioned on his bare thighs she started to bob her head. This was no clumsy, naive suck blowjob. This was a sensual, passionate use of her mouth and tongue to stimulate Steve's engorged, twitching cock. Her mouth was partially open and her lips never closed fully against his cock and she lavished her tongue against the sensitive underside of his cockhead and guided him slowly in and out. Her saliva and undoubtedly Steve's pre-cum glided down the shimmering shaft of his cock to pool and flow around his groin. It truly was a sight to behold.
My attention was drawn to Cheryl's womanly arse poised in the air a few feet in front of me. I cupped my palm and placed it against her wetness and rubbed up and down. With the gentlest of pressure my middle finger was welcomed into her soaking slit and beyond. Removing my hand i massaged her wetness onto my cock and positioned myself to enter her. With a slow deliberate thrust forward I entered her and adjusted my knees around her legs to gain a better stance to fuck her. Cheryl's pussy sucked luxuriously at my cock as I slowly drew in and out of her. I want to keep my motions as gentle as I possibly could because Cheryl was using her mouth so sensuously that I felt a hard firm fucking action would ruin the moment. Thus I proceeded to slide gracefully as far into her as I could, give a slight firm press forward against her arse to punctuate the moment and then withdraw out again. I repeated this motion a great number of times and caressed her arse and back with light strokes of my hands. I could feel Cheryl's wetness spreading down her thighs and transferring to my legs also.
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Steve started to make urgent noises, indicating that he probably wasn't going to last much longer. Cheryl had other ideas, ceased the oral stimulus and with a delicate arse wriggle extricated my cock from her pussy too. With a mischievous glint in her eyes she shimmied herself into a sitting position next to Steve and directed his next move by spreading her legs and saying simply "My turn!"
Steve was ushered to the floor between her spread thighs and eagerly planted his face straight against her sopping cunt, lavishing a tirade of tongue wizardry on her soaking, sensitive pussy. From experience, Cheryl loves the sensation of oral sex and visibly bucks and spasms throughout. This too proved to be the case with Steve lapping at her pussy, as Cheryl's hips thrust to compliment his actions and her body writhed and contorted in response to this barrage of sensations.
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Her chest was glistening with perspiration and her face was flushed with a lusty glow. I took it upon myself to scooch past Steve and settle on the sofa next to Cheryl. She was chewing her lip with her eyes closed, trying to corral her pleasurable sensations into one flow. I knew that one way to send Cheryl 'over the edge' was to suck hard on her oh so chewable tits. With my fingers pinching one of Cheryl's nipples I sucked at her other. Audible gasps of encouragement came from Cheryl and her breathing pattern changed. We were heading in the right direction and within moments Cheryl's body tensed and braced, taught and motionless just for a second or two, before releasing to a whole body shudder that carried her climax to its conclusion. She moved Steve away from her groin as things were too sensitive for any further stimulation.
No discernible words had passed our lips for the past ten minutes due to the intensity of our actions but now the tension had been broken and we all exchanged "Wows!" and "Awesome!" Our grins displayed proudly on our faces. "What now?" I asked, knowing full well that I was desperate to cum and figured Steve was of the same mind.
"One each end again I think!" giggled Cheryl as she reclined on the sofa. Her legs in the air, wrapped around my torso and I moved position to enter her again whilst Steve willingly offered himself to her mouth. This time Steve took control of the oral service and held her head to one side and pumped his cock into her open mouth. She adjusted her breathing, tongue and sucking action to accommodate Steve's thrusts and she looked comfortable with one cock fucking her mouth and another cock plunging deep into her pussy.
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With all that had taken place so far, I knew I wouldn't last long before I would cum as with each pump, Cheryl's pussy was sucking my spunk out of my balls and I was having trouble holding back. I had decided that for maximum visual effect I would pull out of Cheryl's cunt and cum over her pussy and stomach, it was just a matter of timing this act to perfection, despite the ease with which porn stars seem to perform this action, it isn't always easy when you are in the grasp of a shuddering orgasm. The moment was approaching and as I felt that familiar boiling sensation emanate from my cock and spread like wildfire through my body, I tensed my muscles to hold the moment just for a few seconds before pulling out and jerking several pulsating spurts across her thighs, pussy and stomach.
Steve soon followed suit and with a howling grunt began to pump his spunk over Cheryl's face and tits. Cheryl's hands rubbed our cum into her skin, pinched her nipples and licked at her cum covered lips in a womanly display of satisfied bliss.
I left Steve and Cheryl kissing and caressing on the sofa whilst I fetched some towels for us to wipe ourselves down. On my return they were still smooching so I playfully threw a towel at them so it landed on their heads. We cleaned ourselves and then scrambled about the floor hunting for clothes for each other. There in the corner was the crumpled form of Cheryl's onesie. She didn't put it on and remained naked as we said goodnight to Steve.
We don't have any more gigs coming up in our local area for a few months but we have agreed to visit Steve and his wife for drinks at their house in a few weeks!
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