In one graceful movement she stretched, twisted lightly away from me, settling once more up against his chest and looked purposefully into my eyes. He looked out onto an imaginary view as though nothing had happened. If silence could be taken as consent that moment held us all in common agreement as to the potential of what might unfold. Potential held its breath to see what would happen next. With a poignant sigh her body relaxed satisfyingly into his. He began to stoked her hair - he couldn't help himself - and sought out even more distant views. I lay between my wife's legs, her pelvis receiving the weight of my head, and closed my eyes. Silence and Potential spoke loudly with one another as Stillness joined with light caresses. My figures traced messages up her thighs, beneath her dress. The electricity that danced through her skin calling me further up until the tips of my fingers found its epicenter pulsing through cotton pants. I teased lightly, imagining my tongue parting her lips beneath all those layers, yet maintaining the appearance that nothing was happening. Reveling in the subtle responses of her body, the inappropriateness, I secretly hoped he could feel this indiscretion and the arousal in her body. Almost imperceptible moans whispered into Silence to the great delight of Potential. Needing to see I glanced up at them. She, eyes closed as she took in her pleasure, reached out to stoke his face and Stillness gave in. He looked slightly alarmed to have his views dissolved. Unconcerned, she slipped her fingers behind his head and guided his face towards hers, calling him to participate in an urgent embrace of lips and tongue as her body began to arch with eros. Discretion slipped off with Stillness and I opened my desire, exposing her juicy, engorged pussy, taking her with my mouth. Silence watch on in awe and Potential look smugly satisfied... ...to be continued...