The prestory is they just returned from dinner. It is written from Frank's viewpoint with naration.

New to erotic writing so wanting opinons on how i did. I read a lot of storied online and wanted to try my luck at it.

Thanks

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They retired to the house instead of going to a club, as they all wanted to relax before the next day. Everyone changed into something comfortable. They sat in the living room on the big sofa. The sexual tension was almost edible as they each snuggled together.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of a table lamp and the flickering light of a small fireplace. A bottle of rich red wine sat on the coffee table, along with four glasses, some half-full and others long since emptied. The large, plush sofa was enough to fit all four of them, but the couples had naturally gravitated to their own corners: George and Kelly at one end, her legs draped over his lap, and Frank and Julie at the other, sitting close but still with a hint of propriety.

Kelly, ever the instigator, leaned back against George’s arm, her wild curls framing her face as she swirled her wine glass lazily. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced around the group. "You know," she began, her voice carrying that playful sound, "there’s something about wine and a cozy night in that just... sets the mood."

George chuckled, his hand resting lightly on her thigh. "What mood would that be, Kelly?" His tone was teasing but laced with a deeper undertone of readiness.

Kelly smirked, leaning into him, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke just loud enough for the group to hear. "The kind where the clothes don’t stay on for long."

Julie nearly choked on her sip of wine, her cheeks flushing instantly. She set her glass down carefully, avoiding Kelly’s amused gaze. "Kelly!" she said, her voice soft but reproachful, though a hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

"What?" Kelly replied innocently, though the gleam in her eye was anything but. "I’m just saying what we’re all thinking. Don’t tell me you two aren’t feeling it, too." Her gaze flicked to Frank and Julie, the latter of whom looked anywhere but at Kelly.

Frank shifted slightly, his arm brushing against Julie’s as he spoke. "It’s... a nice atmosphere." His voice was calm but lower than usual, and his fingers fidgeted with the stem of his glass.

Kelly laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, come on, Frank. That’s the most reserved way I’ve ever heard someone admit they’re turned on."

Julie couldn’t suppress a nervous laugh. She glanced at Frank, her hand finding his almost instinctively. "I don’t think it’s something we need to talk about," she said softly, though her body language suggested she was far from indifferent to the topic.

George leaned forward, his hand sliding a little further up Kelly’s leg as he looked at Frank and Julie. "You two are so polite about everything. Don’t worry; Kelly and I can carry the energy for everyone."

Kelly giggled, turning to George and placing a hand on his chest. "You’re not wrong. But let’s see if we can inspire them a little." Her lips brushed against his, a kiss that started slowly but quickly deepened, her body shifting against his as though she couldn’t get close enough.

Frank and Julie exchanged a glance, the air between them charged. Julie bit her lip, her hand tightening around Frank’s as if seeking permission. He met her gaze steadily, his hand lifting to gently cup her cheek. "We don’t have to," he said quietly, though his voice was heavy with longing.

Julie hesitated for a heartbeat before leaning in, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was tender at first but quickly grew more urgent. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her closer, the restraint they’d shown earlier melting away as their bodies pressed together. The tension that held them apart gone from their thoughts. Now, only passion fueled them, the raw emotions kept them pulling at each other’s clothes.

Around them, Kelly and George had become equally lost in their own embrace, their hands roaming freely over each other's bodies as they kissed passionately. The sound of fabric rustling filled the room as clothing was shed piece by piece, abandoning modesty to the sultry atmosphere that had enveloped them. Fulfillment was tantalizingly slow but it was burning bright enough that each person couldn’t resist its pull.

Julie gasped against Frank’s mouth as his hand found its way under her shirt, tracing patterns across her bare skin. The heat between them threatened combustion. Meanwhile Kelly moaned softly into George’s lips, arching herself into him while he kissed along her collarbone.

Across the sofa, Kelly broke her kiss with George just long enough to glance at the other couple, her smile triumphant. "See? Told you it’s contagious."

George laughed, his voice husky as he pulled Kelly back into his arms. "You’re impossible," he murmured, though the way his hands roamed her back told a different story.

In this dimly lit living room, the mood had turned to a haven of passionate lovers tangled together letting go. Finally surrendering to their cravings that had been released by lustful declarations. Amidst the deep red wine shared and laughter, flirtatious banter resulted in a perfect moment of affirmation.

Granting permission to explore the lust and freely express each other in the moment. An erotic dance of two bodies moved harmoniously in rhythm as they shared desires known, spoken but unspoken. One where the universal language of love and intimate sharing formed a bond on a deeper level that was accepted and willingly reciprocating.

Sexual lust was exchanged openly and freely. The liberated knowledge left their souls divulging secrets of desires that were but whisper and confessions in the ear of a trusted partner. A night of endless possibilities, the lovers drawing close and embracing in a passionate fire that fully filled their hearts with a caress of a lingering taste which held something more.

Cushions were tossed aside as they were totally engulfed in passion. Julie and Kelly assumed the position on their backs, each had their legs spread wide. Frank and George didn’t wait and plunged full steam ahead. Entering each as if their lifes depended on it. The girls moaned, a hot and meaty moan, one that sent a shiver up Frank’s back.

Here he was enjoying himself with George, something that they had not done in a long time, well not at least until this weekend, he thought to himself. But his thoughts were soon lost as the passion between him and Julie continued.

The girls lying next to each other started touching, then they moved closer and started kissing. George let out a breath, and whispered, “So, hot,” as he stopped his motion and moved to licking and kissing on Kelly’s shaved spot.

Frank pounded Julie; his heart was aching to feel every inch of her body. He too stopped feeling the urge to release coming fast. Going down on Julie causing her to squirm slightly. Julie and Kelly both moaned and cried for more. Frank ran his tongue over Julie’s folds, he relished the taste and the texture of her body.

The two men changed ladies, and the feast continued as Kelly wrapped her legs around Franks head pulling him in tighter. She tasted different but in a good way Frank thought as he continued to lick, adding in his fingers to heighten the mood. Kelly came hard, she grabbed Frank’s head while he mercifully teased her clit. She cried out, “Oh, yes! yes!”

“Fuck me now Frank, I want to feel you inside me, now!” she cried a second later.

Frank came up as she released her hold on his neck. He entered and started to ride the wave of passion that enveloped him. She pulled him closer down as they shifted position on the sofa to him being on top of her. Lost was George and Julie; Frank didn’t hear them at all. His mind was fixated on Kelly as they continued their almost endless ravaging of each other.

“Yes, Frank, oh yes, fuck me frank, harder, harder,” Kelly whispered.

Frank pounded her hard, losing himself in the raw hot passion. Kelly kissed him hard then started scratching his back with her nails. The slight pain from her actions were only added to Frank’s desire to ravage her. She bit him on the chest, catching him off guard. They continued their frantic wildness between each other.

Finally, Frank reached the boiling point as Kelly screamed, “Now! Yes! Now, give me everything.”

Frank released his hold and emptied himself inside her. Her orgasm was strong as she bucked at his movements, the waves of pleasure stuck them both until Frank collapsed on her. Their hearts beating hard, with labored breath they lay there for some time. Both were still pulsing with the heat of what they just shared.

A few moments later they shifted positions to lay next to each other, arms wrapped around in a haphazard way. Still panting but slowly stabilizing.

The room was quiet as the two couples lay tangled together on the sofa and on the cushions strewn on the floor. Discarded clothing scattered haphazardly around the sofa showed evidence of a passion-filled fervor that had engulfed them just minutes before.

George spoke first, “I think I need a drink.”

Another round of wine poured, they all smiled as the glasses raised. A celebratory salute of life, love, and sex. A sensuality filled the room, one of passion that poured out unexpectantly, but welcomely and appreciated.

They were all consumed by the delightful indulgence, one for purely pleasure’s sake and the satisfaction of primal craving. A desire that met their needs and left them feeling satiated from the hunger and lust for at least a moment.

“Again!” cried Kelly, which caused a round of laughter.