She lay huffing on the bed beside me, one arm flung over her head, eyes closed, dripping with sweat, naked and smiling gloriously in the moon’s soft light. My hand inside her still-quivering vulva.
The picture of pure ecstasy, right there in our bed.
She was gently easing back toward reality, but in no hurry to get there. I knew the feeling and envied her all over again.
My husband reached over me to run a hand across her tummy and heaving chest, up the underside of her taunt breasts, then over to stroke her flushed red cheek. Carefully avoiding the hard and swollen nipples for now. I taught him that mine was painfully sensitive right after an orgasm.
I started to ease my fingers out. “Stay inside?” she asked, not turning, her eyes still closed and her breathing still deep. “For a while?” So I did. She squeezed on my fingers in thanks, all wet and warm and wonderful still.
Eventually, after her breath was back to easy and slow, she lifted my fingers from her vagina to her mouth, licking and smearing her lips. “Ummmmm… that was good…” she softly sighed.
Then turned and kissed me, her lips and mouth now dusky and dark with just a hint of sperm still in the background.
“That was terrific, thanks,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, and I meant it. I had a lot to think about while lying there, my husband pressing into my buttocks and another woman beside me. Still smiling from the orgasm I helped give her. Was thrilled to have helped her.
“I just love watching married people fuck. No really! It makes me feel all good inside to see how nice it can be, people who know just how the other guy likes it, where to put their hands, that kind of thing. Makes me look forward to having a husband someday.
He reached around to take my hand. I rotated into him, his erection bumping across my tummy. He was fully hard again. I was surprised, he hadn’t gotten ready for a second go this fast since his university days.
I tried to pull him up and over toward her. Tolani was a guest, after all.
But she just reached across to stop him right above me. Pushed him back a little, firmly. “Later, tired,” she said.
Then got up on an elbow with her head in her hand and settled to watch my husband screw his wife.
I had been horny as hell long before we had even gotten to the bedroom, but too tense to relax into it. That was long over now. He looked down at me. I looked up at him. We adjusted together. Comfortably. He slid inside me firm and deep and familiar, I always loved the feeling of him on me and in me. Arms around his neck, I hugged him tight above while he got going down below.
He started quickly like he always does. I have to let him blow off some steam before even trying to settle him down. He stroked into me, burying himself all the way inside with quiet, squishing sounds. I got my knees high and open for him, my butt turned up a little so our pelvic bones met when he thrust in.
I lay back on the pillow, squirming just a fraction farther down, letting him just a fraction more inside me, until I got everything he had. I reached across down low to stroke her hip, adjusting to having another body nearby surprisingly fast. Comfortably screwing my husband with another woman in our bed. Watching us.
My eyes flicked over to look at her, suddenly glad she was watching now. I liked the way she smiled at our married people’s sex.
I looked back up to see his eyes were half closed, his hands flat on the bed and elbows locked. Thrusting into me in a solid beat. Breathing quick and easy and full with every stroke. I settled in for a nice, firm, satisfying ride, my hips sliding across and getting my breath in time with his.
He didn’t look at her, didn’t try to touch her. He just screwed me, and I loved it. I let my eyes ease closed, but not out of shyness anymore. Just trying to float along with the nice pleasant tingles rippling up from down below.
I felt her hand, Tolani’s hand, stroke my thigh. I reached out and held it lightly in mine.
After a few minutes of letting him burn off some energy, I began to reign him in a little. I slowed the swaying of my bottom, now not quite in time with his erection pistoning away into me. I tried to move just a tiny bit behind his beat, settling him gradually down to a nice, smooth, easygoing rhythm. Still solid, still in me deep, but not banging together anymore. More like a gentle bump as we met.
It took me longer than usual, especially for his second time. He was raring to go. I wondered how many times he was going to be able to cum. Eight was the most we ever had in one day. I remembered those twenty-four hours well, and thought of them often. He said I inspired him. But that was ages ago. I couldn’t remember the last time he cum into me a third time in one night. A couple of years at least. Usually just a screw, or a suck and a screw, and then sleep.
But he was in good form, I was sure. We talked about this for so long. I thought three tonight, and then at least one more before Tolani left us tomorrow, was very possible. Maybe even two. One each? That would be nice. The poor boy was going to be walking a little funny for a while.
I was glad she was in our bed, I knew he was loving this. My husband and I would have a lot to talk about, to remember, for a long time to come. I squeezed her hand. She squeezed back with another one of her splendid smiles. I looked at her looking at us. I arched my eyebrows this time. She knew the question too and nodded smiling.
I grabbed him with my knees, stopping his humping. “Tolani,” I told his suddenly open eyes. “She’s ready. For you.”
“Ummm… ahhh… Uh huh?”
I looked over at her again. “Your turn.”
“Oh yeah!”
I pushed him up, and slipped higher and off. Crawled out from below. He just held, suspended, in mid-air. She quickly, expertly eased into place below him. My place.
Our place. At least for one night.
“Oooo, so warm,” she giggled and lifted her knees into screwing position.
I reached over and simply guided my husband’s swollen erection into another woman. It was the easiest thing I have ever done. Natural. Surprised all over again at how glad I was to share him with her.
He just pushed forward and was inside a vagina that wasn’t mine for the first time since we agreed to date exclusively. I know my husband, he’s not a cheater.
“Ahhhhh…..” he sighed as he pushed firmly in. We talked about this so many times. And I really, honestly hoped Tolani felt as wet, warm and wonderful squeezing tight around his erection as she had around my fingers. He deserved that kind of happiness.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled in tight. Pushed her bottom up, and adjusted a little to get it to a good spot.
He started to move, but she tapped his neck and looked him in the eye.
“Cum in her, OK? Not me. Be real-real sure.”
“Ummm, yeah?”
“How come?” I asked. I didn’t mind sharing him.
She looked over at me. With her sweetest smile, “So I can lick it out of you.” She didn’t add ‘…dummy’, but I sure felt like one. Of course.
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