September 27, 2022

Edymaniac: Threesome for Dummies III (18+)

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Edymaniac: Threesome for Dummies III (18+)

We broke. I started breathing once again, desperately trying to get my eyes back into focus. Damn, that girl could kiss. She held my chin directly over my husband’s swiftly disappearing erection and cat-licked every single drop of his semen from my face. Then she just held still, mouth slightly open and eyes lightly closed. Waiting. So I did the same for her.

On the bed below us, he groaned all over again. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot…”

I just loved making him feel like that. If it took another woman in our bed, well, maybe it would be worth it. Once.

I scooted up to rest my head on his shoulder, she followed along to the other one, and he got his arms around us both. We lay there, three very happy people. Every now and then, his eyes would close, and his grin would widen. Remembering, I guessed. Maybe planning? We would see.

He kept looking at her in the rearview mirror all the way home. Speeding way more than usual. He held my hand most of the way, stroking my thigh the rest of the time. But imagining her firm and supple body in our bed, I had no doubt.

At least, I know that’s what I was thinking about.

Driving past her house, I noticed the lights were all out, even though it was still early. She probably saw my head turn.

“My parents won’t be home until like tomorrow afternoon. So we’ve got all night. And the morning too.”

We stroked his chest hair for a while, the two of us. Glancing, smiling. Giggling at each other like a pair of naughty schoolgirls every now and then. The two women who had just shared his sperm. We toyed with his nipples, tickled his navel, and played with his balls. Sharing all of him.

He just stared up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused and still gasping a little.

I lay in our bed, watching another woman hold my husband’s naked penis in her hands, and was amazed by how jealous I wasn’t.

All I ever really wanted was for him to be happy. And he was in heaven right now.

He turned his head toward me for a kiss much different than before. Still light, it’s true. But more like exhausted. Or maybe overwhelmed. “Thank you,” he could barely get the words out. “I’ll never forget.”

Grateful to be thanked first, I gently pressed his nose toward the other shoulder.

“Tolani helped, you know. You really should thank her too.” Then went back to fondling him.

He took a huge breath and let it escape very slowly toward the ceiling. “Yes. Yes she did. Yes, she did.” He turned the rest of the way to her upturned face and planted one on her lips. Solid, like he really meant it, but not lingering too long, I noticed. Well, after all, his wife was lying right beside him with his balls in her hand. “Thank you, Tolani.”

She pressed her cheek to his chest and reached down to take my hand in hers, lifting and squeezing it gently. This familiar stranger in our bed. “It was my pleasure,” she assured us both.

She didn’t let go, just pulled me across for another kiss. Once her lips were firmly locked on mine and her tongue in deep, she hooked an arm around my neck and rotated backwards. I eased up and over him, he scooted below me, and now I was in the middle.

Still kissing, she cuddled in front of me. He pressed in again behind. He was still soft, still very wet, but still nicely warm too; it felt good. He got his hands onto my hips and pulled me in tight; his familiar skin felt good against mine. Her brand new skin felt good too, and I stroked every square inch I could reach.

Tolani dipped her head, kissing, licking and sucking my nipples. She must have noticed how I responded earlier. They’re nowhere near as spectacular as hers, but they’re more than enough to fill a bustier full, with a little creamy breast overflowing pleasantly. I had nothing to complain about.

He looked over my shoulder again and down. No doubt admiring the sight of her pink little tongue on my much darker nipples, her pink lipsticked mouth wrapping and sucking while her fingers squeezed. This girl likes to suck, I thought.

She kissed her way back up half an inch at a time, giving my mouth some more attention while still holding and squeezing. Then turned her head and kissed my husband. Her hair draped into my eyes a little, but I didn’t move. I could tell by the stirring into my backside that he was already beginning to recover, just barely. I didn’t want to interrupt that. So I reached up and stroked her taunt tummy some more.

She wiggled a little higher, bringing those wonderfully full, firm and round mounds to lips high. I felt him lean forward eagerly, heard him grunt as he shoved his collarbone into my shoulder, reaching as far as he could. Her other breast was right in front of my nose. I couldn’t see it in the darkness of the night, and still enveloped in her hair, but I could feel her warmth an inch away. I only had to lean forward, and she pressed into my lips.

So I kissed. I had never kissed a woman’s nipple before. It was amazing. I never felt, tasted, or known anything like it. So vibrant and alive, it quivered beneath my lips, growing and hardening. I felt her twist and push into me a little more. So I sucked too. Licked. Thrilled at the feeling of another woman below my tongue. It surprised me.

I felt her top hand searching between us. She got my elbow, followed it down the forearm to my wrist. She guided my hand lower and around, palm facing her.

I hesitated a little, not sure if I was ready for that. For her crotch. But she pulled harder. Insisting, not asking. My fingers slid across her pierced and studded navel. I felt her knee slide up my hip, she was opening wide and willing for me.

Down her tummy, her skin softer, smoother, warmer than any silk I had ever felt, without warning suddenly over her vulva, the lips wet and swollen and bumping below my fingertips. I spread my hand to cover it all, then cupped and centered, trying to get my palm directly over her clit and press gently. I could clearly feel the hood, she was that open, and I adjusted to it. Still holding my wrist, she eased her bottom forward and guided me in tight little circles, round and round. Rubbing against me.

I felt my husbands hand leave me moving forward. By the angle and reach, I guessed he was sliding it along her skin too, stroking her hip, thigh and back. Still sucking and licking I could hear, unlike me. I had other things on my mind. Stop thinking damn it. Feel. Feel her. Damn she felt good. Silky soft and smooth and oh so very warm below my touch.

She let go of my wrist, moved lower, and put her hand directly over mine. Got her middle finger directly over my middle one and guided me. I absolutely knew I wasn’t ready for that, for inside. I hadn’t expected this, I wanted to back up, think things over. Talk about it with her. But she didn’t give me time to hesitate.

While I was trying to figure out how to gracefully ease out from between my husband and her vagina, she simply pushed me deep inside.

Wet, so incredibly wet. Soft, so incredibly soft. And warm, I couldn’t believe how warm she was around my finger. Comfortable even. I was astonished by how natural, easy, right my middle finger felt inside Tolani’s vagina.

As smooth and easy as inside myself in a bubble bath. I felt the breath I had been holding for I don’t know how long slowly exhale. This was nice, I could do this, it was going to be fine. Wonderful even. Oh god her pussy felt so damned good wrapped around my finger and squeezing me ever so softly.

She got a second one inside her without any struggle from me. Pressed her bottom forward even harder, now in a screwing rhythm, slow and steady in and out, fingerfucking herself on my still hand. Positioned me so the heel was directly over her clitoris, I could feel it rubbing now clear of the hood and in time with her PC muscles squeezing down hard, moving her hips in the opposite circle from my hand.

Using my hand to whack herself off, basically. But I was thrilled she wanted me to help her like that.

She suddenly bent at the waist, pulling breasts away and lowering her head, quickly re-establishing her rhythm around my fingers. I felt her hair drag against my face as she reached up to kiss my husband, her breathing hot, hard and loud.

Instinctively, I began to push back, flexing my fingers inside her, turning slightly on each stroke, rubbing her inside and out. Our bed began to shake.

Her hand shot up to hold his head, pull the kiss tighter. I kept my fingers firmly inside her, my palm turned and fingers now moving in and out. She ground into me as she moaned into his mouth and he stiffened now hard again into my bottom.

With a shuddering heave and a muffled howl, she shoved somehow even more onto my fingers and orgasmed, gushing into my hand.

It was better than I could ever have possibly imagined during all of our teasing talks. Feeling a woman shudder below my hand like that was as breathtaking as if I’d come myself.

I was astonished realizing that. I had no idea. For the first time in my life, lesbians made perfect sense.

“Oh, I fuck married people all the time, you know? But never just husbands or wives. Only together. A girl has to have standards, you know.”

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