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Even though I was the one who insisted to be a part in Elaine's love affair, even though I had steeled myself for this, I wasn't prepared enough.
My wife was moaning behind me in the back seat of my van, embraced by three pair of young, eager hands, and cherished by a shower of kisses. Elaine's eyes were closed and her posture was arched but relaxed. She seemed to have surrendered to her three teenage students. Her young lovers.
The boys, for all their yearning, would glance worriedly in my direction every now and then. But it wasn't like I could do anything. I was driving.
My inaction seemed to embolden them. Desmond and Brandon took turns frenching my beautifully flushed wife, turning her head left and right with their hands to engage their seeking tongues. When they were not holding her chin for a kiss, their hands had free reign of Elaine's breasts which they squeezed and fondled liberally over her dress.
Jeffry was getting left out of the action thanks to Brandon who had leaned in from his right and was pushing him downwards. The boy didn't complain however. His wandering hands just moved lower, seeking new territory. He peeled Elaine's dress upwards, just over her knee, flashing pale white skin, and he started kissing her knees.
Even through the loud pounding of my heart in my ears, I heard my wife sigh.
Jeffry put a hand under Elaine's knee and moved her leg slightly upwards. Her foot moved to place on the storage compartment of the armrest console between the front seats, lifting her thigh at an angle. Her dress slid a little down the slope, revealing more silky smooth skin. Jeffry resumed kissing from her knee, slowly working his way up Elaine's exposed thigh.
I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. It felt like I am coming down with the flu, but I know it's only a symptom of my body heating up too quickly. Without thinking, I turned up the air conditioner.
"Ms. Tan, I need you," I heard Desmond hiss.
My attention returned to the rear-view mirror. Desmond was nibbling Elaine's ear, or whispering in it. I couldn't tell.
"I take it off okay?" Desmond added, his voice barely audible. One of his hand was already behind Elaine's neck, stroking the straps that held her sleeveless shift to her upper body.
Elaine's eyes opened and gazed at him. She didn't say anything, but offered a slight nod and arched her back further off the back of her seat.
Desmond nodded at Brandon who smiled with anticipation. The two boys started working on the straps behind Elaine's back.
Meanwhile, Jeffry had pushed her skirt all the way up on the side of her raised leg to reveal her entire shapely, tapered, thigh. The boy seemed to be worshiping her leg with his face, rubbing it along her silk-smooth exposure.
Elaine was flushed, breathing heavily, and her hair was a little disheveled. Yet for all her semi-dressed state, she seemed to exude innocence. And of course, she was heart-breakingly beautiful. There was something else to the vision of her that I felt claw at my gut. She looked…
Sexual.
That was the only way I could put it.
I'm not sure how to describe it exactly, but what galled me was that I've never seen her like this before, even after having been married for 16 years.
Elaine had always been lovely and immensely attractive. When we made love, it was always sweet, loving, and fun. But it wasn't until today that I found her so terrifyingly sensual. So… naughty?
The straps came undone. Elaine sagged her shoulders to allow the boys to peel the dress forwards. The soft fabric flowed down her graceful, swan-like body like dark fluid off an alabaster statue. Even as Desmond lowered the top of her dress to her waist, Brandon was unsnapping her black bra from behind.
Elaine cast a glance at the rear-view mirror, catching me watching. Her eyes, smoldering with lust. I felt my dick stir. It was a first in many years. But then again, she had never looked at me like that before.
