Worth a Tri

Worth a Tri

Sitting outside the cafe, he watches and wonders. How does he approach her? Does he just ask?

His wife has tasked him with finding a third person. Someone to fulfill her fantasy. She has given him no specifications, only that he finds a third, for one time only, no attachments.

He watches each passing woman, noting things he hadn’t before. The way they move, the feminine characteristics each carries. While they are made of all sizes and shapes, each is unique and beautiful in their own way. He’s never been much of a people watcher but now sees the appeal. The mysteriousness of it, the ability to catch each unawares, with no filter, no hidden thoughts. Each is transparent in his subtlety.

What type of woman will his wife be interested in? Someone thin with perky breasts and narrow hips? A bigger woman with voluptuous curves and plenty of spaces for handholds? Does she prefer brunettes or blondes? Maybe the cute redhead in the corner. She’s alone, nose buried in a book.

He watches as she slowly turns each page, her long fingers tipped with red nails gently caressing the spine. Watches as she lightly touches her cup, to pull her hand back, as if she’s savouring each sip and doesn’t want to finish before it’s time. He watches as her eyes follow along with the writing on the page, how her lips turn up and her eyes crinkle at the sides when she finds something humourous. He watches as she pulls her hair off her collar, letting the breeze brush over her neck. Her glorious, long neck.

He licks his lips at the thought of running his tongue over that elegant column. What will she sound like, as he discovers her hidden spots? Will she stay silent, or release whimpers and moans as he brushes along each space. Will she prefer his wife? Her long fingers delving into each sensitive place. What will it look like to see their tongues entwined? Their hands wrapped around each other’s bodies, their naked breasts pressed against the others? The thought has him adjusting himself under the table.

He watches her until she picks up her cup and drains the remaining liquid, placing her book in a bag. Catching him staring she gives him a bright smile, her pearly whites lighting up her face, taking her from merely pretty to truly stunning. He smiles back, hiding his disappointment at not approaching her.

He orders another coffee, adding sugar and a touch of cream. Revolving the spoon inside his cup, he watches as a dark-haired beauty settles in the previously occupied seat. Her skin is pale, adding a striking difference to her raven black hair. Her features are delicate, dainty, her pert nose turned up slightly.

He watches from behind the rim of his cup as she orders, placing one slender hand on the waiter’s arm, ensuring he is fully engaged with her. The movement is subtle, but he sees it for the act of confidence it is. He wonders what her hands would feel like if they were to wrap around his hard shaft. Would they be soft and silky? Her hold firm and confident as her other gestures? Would she take his wife for her own? Showing her all the best ways a woman can love another? His head fills with visions of this ebony-haired beauty burying her head between his wife’s legs and his cock agrees, that is a fantastic idea.

He continues watching as her order arrives, her words of thanks low and throaty. Her voice sending shivers throughout his body. He watches as she creates the perfect mixture in her cup and takes the first swallow. Her eyes closing as she savours the bitter taste, the creamy texture of the liquid. He watches, captivated, as she takes a second sip, her pink tongue slipping out to remove frothy white foam from her top lip. His mind drifts to images of her licking his cock, her tongue sliding over the head, swirling around to gather his musky seed. He closes his eyes to shut out the visions, his arousal becoming hard to conceal.

Shifting his gaze, he focuses on a curvy brunette. The dress she’s wearing sitting like a second skin, highlighting her form and numerous assets. He wonders what her breasts would feel like when they’re squeezed in his tight grip. Will they spill from his hands, or mold to his grasp? Does she enjoy being taken from behind, her head held in place where his wife’s thighs meet? He squeezes himself to relieve the pressure mounting in his balls.

She watches him as he watches them. The women of all types. She wonders what he thinks when he sees each. The petite redhead with the smile of a thousand suns. Does he think of her ruby lips stretching to accommodate his girth, her smiling eyes lighting up with wonder as she gets the first glimpse of his considerable size? Does he think about his wife’s fingers probing her feminine flesh, coating them in her fragrance? Suckling her tiny pink nipples, flicking each with the tip of her tongue? She feels a recognisable tingling in her sex at the thought, notes the increase in her heart rate and shifts in her chair.

Maybe he prefers the woman with ebony hair and ivory skin. Her delicate features giving her a softness her movements deny. Does her husband think of this woman pinning her down, taking what she wants, and leaving nothing for him? Does he contemplate stroking himself as he watches their limbs entwine, unsure who is which and not caring in the least? Their bodies molding together in soft caresses and playful nips. Does he foresee their mouths exploring each crevice, running along each peak? She crosses her legs, arousal coating her thighs, her nipples hard within their confines.

She watches as he adjusts himself and his eyes drift to a full-bodied goddess. Her long chestnut hair spilling across her back. She thinks of her husbands’ hands fisting that shock of locks, using it as a handhold as he pumps fiercely into her mouth. Her own hands exploring each round globe, plucking her nipples and teasing her vulva. She envisions breathing in this woman’s scent as she pushes her tongue against her own, they’re bodies slick with exertion. She groans under her breath and pushes her chair back.

Blond tresses cascade over his shoulder, an arm grazing over his chest to take a handful of his engorged cock. A warm breath caresses his ear, preceding a whispered, “I need you.” 

 He smiles at his wife’s familiar voice, her declaration full of lust and promise.

“Thank God.” he replies as he stands.

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