It had been about three weeks since I had sex with Katie’s mom at my house. It was an hour after a pretty good dinner of lasagna and vegetables and lemon cake at her house. We were sitting in the living room, Jen and me on their leather sofa and Tony, Jen’s husband, on a large chair next to the end table. We’d been drinking wine for a while and the conversation had gotten more risqué, when Jen told her husband, “Lauren saw Toby masturbating maybe two months ago. Can you imagine?”So I told the story again of how I’d watched Toby masturbate and cum in my bedroom. I skipped the parts about baring my boobs, Lushstories pictures… everything about me. Tony seemed interested, though, and asked, “Weren’t you embarrassed? I can understand walking in on him in your own bedroom, at your laptop, but staying around to see him ejaculate sounds… I don’t know.”I smiled. “It sounds kinda weird, I know,” I said. “But it all happened pretty fast. I think when a boy masturbates, he’s more about the orgasm and not so much about the foreplay.”“I think I’m more about the journey than the destination,” Jen said. “A nice, long journey.”“I think I’m more about the destination,” Tony said. “I generally like to cum about as quick as I can.”“You masturbate?” I asked. I was astonished I was having this conversation. I generally didn’t talk about sex. I suspected I was a little strange that way, but whatever.“Sure,” Tony said. “And especially now…”.“Tony and I haven’t Cebeci Escort fucked since, well, you know,” Jen said, referring to an earlier episode. “We’ve masturbated together a few times, though. It’s… different.”We were in Jen’s house, a place I’d been to maybe three times in ten years. It was about two miles from where Toby and I lived and I’ll admit it was nicer than our house. It even had a pool out back. The living room was centered around a huge TV over the fireplace, maybe 80 inches, although it was off at the moment. There were lots of small touches, Jen’s hand no doubt, family pictures and flowers and birthday cards. It felt like a home.“I can imagine,” I said, for lack of anything inspirational. I sipped more wine. It was a Cabernet and it tasted better the more I drank. “Well, I can’t really imagine it, but I’ll take your word for it.”Jen looked at me for a minute and began to unbutton her blouse. She looked me in the eyes while she did it, her fingers moving from button to button until her blouse was open and she took it off. I started to say something, then stopped when she undid her bra and threw it on the floor.“Your mouth is open,” Jen said, her grin wide. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”“Well, I guess I didn’t expect it and… Tony is sitting right there. Hey, you’ve been exercising or something. I can see an outline of your abs. You make me feel fat.”“You’re Çıtır Escort hardly fat, Lauren,” she said. “Maybe you’re two pounds overweight, which you could lose tomorrow. And as for my tits… they’re well known to Tony,” Jen laughed.She moved over so she was right next to me on the sofa and put one leg on top of mine. I had both feet on the floor. Her skin felt smooth. And warm. I put a hand on her knee and slowly rubbed downward. Then back up to the bottom of her shorts. I leisurely stroked her thigh, my hand working its way up the inside, over her shorts, stopping just short of her groin, and moving back down her leg. Softly, up and down.Tony was watching us as casually as he could. He appeared relaxed and sipped his wine. He said nothing. He was a pretty good-looking guy, his brown hair neat, striking blue eyes, and a nose that was almost cute.Jen rubbed a nipple. She massaged her boobs. She was getting herself aroused and I wasn’t far behind. The next time my hand worked its way up her thigh, it kept going and rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She shuddered and her body tensed, then relaxed. One of her hands joined mine between her legs and we rubbed her pussy together. Tony’s eyes got a little wider, but he didn’t move. Jen’s nipples were hard.“I think I’ll get more comfortable,” Jen said, taking off her shorts and panties. She was naked, while I was fully dressed, Demetevler Escort well, except no shoes.Jen sat back down, one leg over mine, one foot on the floor. Her hand found her pussy and began to rub.It was strange, watching Jen masturbate, watching Tony looking at the two of us. He was still looking relaxed, but his shorts tented to hint at an erection underneath. I didn’t comment.I watched Jen as she masturbated. She had one hand slowly rubbing her pussy, one hand caressing a breast. She looked very hot. Her hair was messed up a bit, in a good way, and she showed a bit of a tan. She had just the faintest blush on her chest and, as I already noted, her tummy was pretty tight. The small bush covering her pussy glistened with moisture. Her legs were long and lean and I was unconsciously stroking one of them.Jen continued to rub herself, fingers together, massaging her clit. She did it slowly, almost thoughtfully, her legs spread apart. I stood to take off my clothes.It was a tricky call. On the one hand, who doesn’t relish an orgasm or two? And I could hardly discount Jen’s nakedness or her willingness to masturbate like that in front of me. On the other hand, well, there was Tony, who still sat in his clothes with a cock that must have been growing tired of being hard.I was wearing a blouse and skirt. I lifted my skirt and pulled off my panties. I raised my skirt again, showing my cunt, and spun in a slow circle. I might have blushed a little, but I ignored it. Still, showing my shaved cunt to Tony…I dropped my skirt and reached under the back of my blouse to unclasp my bra. I pulled the straps down over my hands, grabbed hold of my bra and pulled it out from underneath my blouse. I tossed it on the floor midway between Jen and me. She was rubbing her pussy more quickly.