The heels off

Stuart asked me to let him see the moment I chose to be done with the heels. Not a rush. A decision. I met them in the living room still in the white coat, open now over the black dress, honey bob tucked behind one ear. I sat in the chair. The heels stayed on while Cole stood in front of me and Stuart took the arm of the chair like he belonged there, because he does.

I told Cole to tell me what he saw. He said I looked beautiful with the coat open and my knees apart, and he said it like a fact. Stuart said I looked like his wife having exactly the night he had asked for. The praise went through me hotter than the hands. I let Cole kneel and push the dress higher. My cunt was already bare under it. He kissed one knee, then higher, and waited until I said his name and told him to lick my cunt. Stuart stroked my hair and told me I was lovely. I believed him. I held the back of Cole's head and rocked until his tongue had my cunt shaking in the shoes.

When I was close I stopped him. I wanted the heels in my hand for the rest, the way Stuart had asked. I slipped them off myself, one then the other, and held them by the straps against my thigh. Cole looked up. I nodded. Stuart opened his trousers because I told him he could. Cole worked two fingers in my cunt and sucked my clit while Stuart stroked his cock and kept talking, quiet praise, you are perfect, look at you, I love you. I came with the heels digging into my own palm and my eyes on my husband.

Cole fucked my cunt in the chair after I asked him to fuck me, slow, my dress at my waist and the coat falling off one arm, his cock working. I kept one hand in Stuart's. Cole came on my stomach when I said to, hot cum, and Stuart kissed me through it, messy and sweet. I told Stuart he could have my mouth. He did, standing beside the chair, and I sucked his cock gladly while Cole petted my knee and told me I was wonderful. Stuart came with his hand in my hair, gentle, saying thank you.