The muscles across her back are tensing as she slides her hands down her sides hooking her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her panties. She pulls...them clear from her hips, gradually eases them down… deliberately, slowly, as though she’s part savouring the moment and part fighting the urge to cover up and run away. I feel my cock stirring. I’m getting hard and I’m worried about the bulge in my pants but I look across and see that Charles has eyes only for Francine - and they are locked on. She was in another land as nerve-endings in her body that had never been stimulated before pulsed with charge. Her hands clamped on the pillow her head was upon and this was when that I decided that I should push her off the fence.I pulled the vibrator out of her till only an inch was inside her. I waited as she looked down at me, dismayed.I had her attention now since I knew how much even a second can cause to a woman when she is prevented from having an orgasm she was at the brink of.I. “Forever.”“Perfect,” she purred, laying her cheek on my chest, curling like a kitten.I stroked her hair. She’s right. Fetish. Her continued purrs told me she was good with it.“I like being adored,” she sighed softly.“Then you can tell, huh? That I adore you?”“I adore you too, you know, sir...”“I like you exactly where you are.”“That’s good. I don’t know if I can move.” She wiggled slowly like she was nesting atop me. “I’m dripping, though.”“Insufficient reason to move.”“Glad you think so.”I. .”She smiled. “Nothing like it. Truth, though...”“Always,” I said.“Is it BETTER with the three of us? I mean, when he’s in you, I just can’t leave y’all alone.”“We’re still learning, you know,” I said. “But I think it’s better.”“I dunno. I’ve never had ‘im to myself.”“You want that?” I asked.“I dunno...”“I could make sure that I’m not there when he gets home, or go run an errand ... But we have to ask him.”“Ask ‘im?”‘Yeah. I think that the main thing that keeps this from coming apart is that.