I may have grabbed her head and shoved myself up into her face, just like I never let my husband do to me, but I can’t be sure. But the shaking seemed to go on forever.
“OhmygodTolani,” I heard somebody rasp faintly, echoing from very far away. It could have been me.
Then just slowly unwound, relaxed, settled. A deflating balloon. And smiled, boy was I smiling.
Tolani sensuously kissed her way up my tummy, back now too soft and slow to lie on top of me, pelvis between my thighs, tummy sliding in my wetness, resting her cheek on my shoulder. Her fabulous breasts pressing in right below mine. Somehow I had the presence to notice her nipples were every bit as hard as I was.
I slowly brought my arms around to hug her close.
“That was fabulous, Tolani,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. She snuggled, getting comfy. My husband is taller than I am, but I’m taller than her. She fit in my arms like a dream.
We cuddled for a long time in the darkness. He politely didn’t disturb us at all.
But after a while, she turned to him, still holding me, and lightly bit his shoulder. “You promised,” she scolded. “You promised to cum in your wife.”
“I’m glad it worked out OK. I’m sorry.” He tried to sound it, but the big sloppy grin on his face said he was having way too good a time to be sorry about anything that happened tonight.
“Does he always forget important things like that?” the other woman in our bed asked me.
“Only when he’s having too good a time,” I huffed up to the ceiling, slowly getting in control of myself. “To pay attention.” A few more breaths. “Usually he’s a pretty good guy.”
“Pretty lucky guy, I would say,” She kissed me, then turned to him. “And you’re a pretty lucky girl.” She kissed him too. Then slipped over to lie in between us, somehow snuggling in two directions at once.
“Fucking just one person, a girl or a guy, is great. I love it. But with one of each, well, there are just so many different ways, you know? Plus you can take a break, rest up. And most beds are way too small for four. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
We lay in the darkness, our tight little threesome, for quite a while. Everyone’s breathing soft and sweet. Everybody is stroking each other in the darkness. It was going to take some time for the third round, but we didn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry. And a fourth? Well, we’d just have to see.
Tolani rolled over, and we kissed for a while. Our lips locked, and hands roaming across each other’s sweat-slick skin, caressing the whole time, her on top of me again. Then we settled in together once more.
“Be right back, OK?” she whispered in the darkness to both of us. She slid down and off me, walking lightly into the bathroom. After a while, the toilet flushed, and she came back to join us again.
This time, though, she went around the bed to my husband’s side, getting in to lay on top of him. They kissed for a while. I watched.
She got her legs inside his, wrapping his limp penis with her thighs and humped, pulling him a little. Nothing seemed to happen.
“Too soon?”
“Uh huh.”
“But soon?”
“Maybe.”
“Well then, let’s see what we can do until then.”
She got her legs outside of his and used the headboard to pull herself up until she was sitting on his chest, nipple high and knees wide, her vulva open and inviting right in front of his face.
“I cleaned out everything, there’s no cum or anything inside me, so don’t worry, OK?”
Tasting his own sperm wasn’t my husband’s favourite thing, but he didn’t have too big a hang-up about it. Unlike some of the guys I had dated before.
His eyes flicked up, “It’s no big deal. But thanks,” he said, then went back to looking right up inside her.
She wiggled her butt forward a little. He opened his mouth a lot. Got his hands around her thighs, gripped her hips, raised his head and pulled her in.
“Oooooo…..” she sighed, petting him on the head, “you watched…”
Actually, he was going about a hundred times faster than she had and straight for the clit with no warm-up. Pretty much as usual. But he kept his tongue in his mouth, using his lips instead of attacking it right off, so he had noticed a thing or two. I eased up in the bed to watch him eat out a woman. I never watched from this angle. Maybe I could learn something.
She rolled her hips hard and pushed forward onto his mouth. Grabbed his hands and pulled them to her swinging breasts, holding tight as he squeezed her tight.
“Tongue,” she whispered, “Down. Inside.” He did as he was told, and she began to thrust herself into him.
I watched for a while, then glanced down the bed. Stirring, at least a little? I thought so, maybe.
There wasn’t much to see up here. Tolani covered his face completely, rubbing her silky soft labia lips across his nose, mouth and beard stubble. I hoped she didn’t scratch herself. So I eased down, pushed his legs apart and knelt. I stroked him for a while. He was definitely beginning to respond to my touch, so I leaned and wrapped my lips around him again. I took care not to pump, it was still too early for that, but I gently sucked. I heard her butt start to slap a little above my head. I heard him begin to moan into her.
He slowly inflated into my mouth, rising as they wound down. I didn’t hear her orgasm, but I didn’t hear her complain, either. Pretty much like when he went down on me. At least she didn’t try to fake anything. I respected that. I started caressing his balls.
He was really getting ready faster now, filling my mouth completely. Then more, making me let some slip out. I started to pump just a little until I was sure he was hard enough to properly screw our neighbour.
I reached up and tapped her behind. “He’s ready.” Then used one hand to guide her down and the other to guide him in and slid my husband’s partly stiff erection into Tolani’s soaking wet vagina without a second thought. Made sure she had him snug, then gave his balls one last tickle. He squirmed, and she squealed. I smiled.
I sat up behind, lifted the guest in our bed backwards from his chest and hugged, stilling her. Pressed my breasts into her back and nose into her ear. Whispered, “I’m tired. He’s all yours. For this time at least. Understand?” She nodded eagerly. I kissed her ear. “Good. Now, make him beg for mercy. But don’t give him any.”
She laughed right out loud. Then kissed me again, hard but quick.
I patted her on the behind, then flopped down onto the bed to lie beside my husband. I stroked his chest, heaving as she was already starting to move on him. “And you,” I whispered, “I want you to be a gentleman. No cumming until she does.” He nodded. “I’ve got to go pee. But make me proud big guy. Promise me you’re going to bang that tight teenager’s pussy ’til she screams. I want to see you fuck that gorgeous girl’s brains out, got me, you great big stallion?”
A hoarse “I’ll try” was all he could manage. I kissed his cheek and hopped from our bed as they began moving together. As I said, I knew all the clichés.
I peed, then got a washcloth soapy and did my face and armpits. I thought about wiping my crotch but decided to leave it alone, at least for a while. I liked the feeling of being dripping wet, having been wet for hours and looking forward to hours more.
This was his great fantasy, what we talked about so many times. Screwing another woman in our bed, with my permission and participation. I was sure over the years he had plenty of chances to cheat but certain that he never had.
So tonight with Tolani, in a way, was his reward for being faithful. My present, I realized. I got comfortable with the idea. I wanted him to really enjoy it.
So I puttered around in the bathroom, giving the two of them some ‘together’ time.
I got out the good towels and a few extra because there would be three to shower in the morning. Made sure the toilet paper roll was full, there was soap in the dish, sponge on the counter so she wouldn’t have to search. That kind of thing. Listening all the while to bedsprings singing sweetly in the next room. Surprisingly comfortable.
I turned out the light before opening the door, trying not to disturb them. In the darkness of our bedroom, I gathered some stray clothes from the floor and then sat in the same chair she had sat in earlier this evening, watching him undress me. That seemed so long ago now. It had been quite a night and nowhere near over yet.
Back then, I had been trying not to think. But I had some thinking to do now.
She had gone down on me. So it was only fair. But of all that slutty girl-on-girl talk I indulged in, turned him on with, even turned myself on by, cunnilingus was the one thing I really had issues with. Issues that went way back to my very first period, no doubt. Putting my mouth ‘down there.’ I had always cringed inside at the thought.
I silently mouthed the word, watching Tolani sweetly screwing my husband in our bed. Cun Nee Ling. Us? Hmmm… Her and me? And him added to the mix, I really hadn’t considered that. I had always talked about, thought about, fantasized about, just her. Some other woman. Going down on a woman. Maybe having the familiar taste of his semen would help? Act as a bridge or something? I didn’t know. Really didn’t know if I was going to be able to do it at all. ‘Do’ her. Right there in front of my husband. In our bed.
Despite my very specific instructions to bang each other senseless, they were moving slowly, very sensuous. Sometimes while I was in the bathroom, she slid back down to lie on his chest, her lovely round breasts pushing in and squeezing out from between them. Her knees were wide, holding her lushly round bottom off him as it rolled in a quiet, gentle rhythm. He stroked smoothly up into her. Her face moved over his chest, lightly licking his nipples. She’s shorter than me. She got to them more easily.
He was running his hands through her hair, over and over and over, it flowed glistening through his fingers. Eyes closed and breathing easy. Both settled in for a very long and pleasant haul, I hoped.
Watching them screw, I made up my mind that I was going to try. Going down on Tolani. Wanted to try, I decided. OK, I had issues. I handle them when the time came. I was going to try as hard as I could to make her very, very glad she had a big, dripping load of my husband’s semen inside her. I knew him more than well enough to see he was very, very glad to be working on putting it into her. The bastard owed me, big time.
And I guess I owed him, too, just as much. Maybe even more?
We will work that out later and in great detail over many, many nights to come. His erections to cum, my clitoris to cum. I was getting a little giddy just thinking about it.
As gradual as rainfall, she pushed her knees down and tipped to her side. Got him on his. Straightened up, arched, and brought his head to her breasts, all without breaking rhythm. I was impressed. It’s hard to be that graceful in bed with a stranger.
Her hair had gotten below her shoulder. She tried to get it out while still moving down below. I eased over, reached, helped her tug it out, and they went back to screwing, this time side by side.
It gave me a closer look at my husband’s face. Completely transported.
I slipped into the bed behind Tolani, hugging my husband around her. Pushing my tummy into her bottom, feeling him stroke and her sway. It was good.
She got her hand down in front. I watched over her shoulder as she fingered her clit in long, slow circles, matching the timing of his erection into her and her bottom sliding on me.
After a nice, slow screw that seemed to go on forever, he began to speed up just slightly, and his breath dropped an octave, moving into a gasping territory. Again, I remembered the signs. I let go and eased back to give them some room.
She seemed to recognize the signs too, turned, pulling him on top. Then got her legs up and ankles next to his neck and helped him get his arms wrapped around everything. Then lay back on the bed like she had done with me earlier, supporting him on her calves and thighs.
Just like before, this got her butts up off the bed so that when he began stroking in harder, he hit her firm round butt like before, but without her having to hold it up. It also left some space between them, which she used to get those fun little fingers deep onto her crotch. It was dark in there, so I couldn’t see where. But I could sure guess.
He started up again, Slowly again but gathering momentum, grunting with each push inside. She gasped as he shoved in. I helped keep hair from her eyes.
Once she had my husband banging into her good and solid, Tolani reached over to take my hand, holding and squeezing while her other one flicked away down below.
Their breathing rose together, their skin flushed together, their sweat beaded together as they fucked away in the night, building rhythm steadily. Working hard together toward banging each other senseless.
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