Conflagration by Matthew Lee Page B

a lot on this room. I felt better about my decision to come up for a drink.
    I stepped down into the sunken living room but no one was around. Chris's sport coat from earlier was draped across the arm of the couch and his shoes and socks were beneath it. On the screen was a sexy movie I didn't recognize but everyone was naked and hot and seemed to be celebrating something.
    “Probably being naked and hot,” I muttered.
    Off to my left was a bar with a small kitchen area but both were dark. As I cut across the room I glanced back at the screen. A hot, big-breasted Persian girl kissed a hot Asian girl and played with her small firm tits. Nice.
    Both doors on the far left wall were partially open so I picked the closest and headed for it. I heard the spray of water.
    The bathroom was huge and completely tiled in mottled green and tan travertine. The back half of the room was a glassed-in shower area with nozzles all over the walls. All of them were on.
    Outside the shower stall, Chris stood behind Tiffany, kissing her neck and running his hands down her sides and over her hips. Her head was back against his chest, her eyes closed, her arms above her head and coiled behind his neck. This was not something a brother should see and certainly not something a brother would interrupt.
    Chris untied the knot at the small of her back and her top swung a little loose. What should I do? As he kissed her shoulders he worked on the knot behind her neck. The top fell away from her body to the floor and her gorgeous breasts rose. He kissed her nape as his hand came up her sides and cupped both, lifting them to feel their weight, denting them with his fingertips. She breathed through her open mouth. He ran his fingers over her nipples until they stood straight up and I heard Tiffany moan over the jets.
    Chris nibbled an earlobe. He placed his hands on her thighs and started moving them up. She curled the arms behind his head to pull his mouth around and they kissed over her shoulder. His hands made contact with the hem of her skirt and kept going, taking the skirt with him, revealing more and more of her tone legs. I was paralyzed. She looked so sexy I wanted to watch what happened next but in the back of my mind a voice shouted at me. I ignored it for now.
    Her skirt got caught on her bubble-butt and he had to tug it to get it over. It bounced a little and then her skirt was just a band of material around her waist. Her fit body was revealed to his eyes. He kept going until he pulled the skirt up and off over her head. Now she stood nude except for her knee-high black boots and frankly, somehow those made her look more naked. They accentuated her body and made her so much sexier.
    My wife turned to face him. I was partially hidden by the door but she saw me anyway, but she acted as if she hadn't. Chris looked from her face down her body to her feet and back up again, and Tiffany shivered from the intensity of his gaze.
    The room started to fill with steam when Tiff unzipped the first boot and then the second, pulling them off and tossing them aside. She lost about four inches in height and now only came up to his chest. His hands found her big globes and he played with them as she leaned in for more kisses. Chris ran his hands all over my naked wife, cupping her firm ass and spanking her twice.
    She turned his head away to kiss his neck but really it was so she could lock eyes with me. I held my breath. She gripped his shirt and pulled it off over his head and sent her mouth back to his throat. Her hands worked on his belt and zipper and holding my eyes with her own, bent over and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. His big cock came swinging up next to her face, looking bigger than ever next to her.
    She'd given me a chance to stop her but I'd sent us all up here. She knelt and helped him step out of his clothing as his fat semi-erect dick bounced off her shoulders and ear. He looked down at my wife on her knees. She took him