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My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment.
‘Us’, was Karen and I. It was Mike’s 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be…
The threesome idea started when I ran into Karen online not long ago. She had been me and Mike’s neighbor years ago, when we were all in our 20s and before Mike and I were even married. Back then, blonde bombshell Karen was the hottest thing on two legs. She was nice enough, but I never got close to her because I was admittedly jealous. And when, one day all those years ago, Mike had confided in me that his fantasy was to have me and Karen in the same bed, I politely said ‘no way’. And he’d been fine with that.
In fact, he’d been so great about it that when I saw a picture of the older, 40-something Karen online, I decided to finally give Mike his wish. From the picture, Karen looked like she’d put on a good deal of weight, and while still quite attractive, I had the assurance that my body was now the better eye-catcher between the two of us. It gave me the confidence I needed to invite her into my little party. I was thrilled and terrified when she accepted.
Things started to change when I finally saw Karen in person, just moments before my husband was expected home from work to find his ‘gift’. Yes, she was bigger than she used to be, but somehow no less sexy, and as I watched her undress, the more clothes this woman removed, the better looking she became. And this coming from a strictly heterosexual woman.
The plan was to get naked and surprise Mike, but Karen and I ended up being the ones getting the surprise. As we undressed in the bedroom, I kept stealing looks at her body. Her eternal tan was gone, but her milky skin was smooth and mouth-watering. Her ass increased at least as much in its appeal as it had in its size. The C-cup breasts that used to jut out so proudly from her chest hung lower now, but they were also bigger and looked less plastic, more womanly…More beautiful. And they were tipped by the most astonishing areola–the color was so faint I literally couldn’t tell where it started until she showed me. The weight Karen had put on was distributed perfectly, with no unsightly rolls of flab or cellulite. And her face was still gorgeous, always sporting an effortless smile. But it was when Karen showed me her fuzzy strip of vanilla-colored pubic hair, the real hypnotizing began.
She caught me staring at it, then offered me the chance to touch it, as it was her feature she was most proud of. When I put my fingers into the warm fur, I understood why. Her pubic hair was as soft as the down of a little bird. I petted her for a long time before I realized what I was doing.
This led to a kiss, which led to more, which ended with us intertwined, rubbing our bodies together on the bed, climaxing together. When I was done, my body felt like it had experienced something from another reality. The pleasure I felt seemed impossible. I had done this with a woman; that thought kept running through my head. But overshadowing it was my body’s demand for more.
As my husband took his time making his way to the bedroom, Karen and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Or our lips. I kissed her more deeply than I’d ever kissed a man. I’d never been so fulfilled, yet so needful for more at the same time. Without words, I knew Karen felt the same way. She went down on me. Finished me with her mouth. I cried out as I held her to me.
And then we heard my husband, Mike, approaching.
I didn’t want him to know. I told Karen that. She understood. And I understood when she told me she wasn’t ready for Mike anymore. She wanted to continue this impossible thing we’d discovered. And so did I.
But there was no hiding it. Mike was seconds away from finding two women on his bed, naked, sweaty, desperate…but not for him. There was no time to call this off. Either he would know what we’d done, or we would cover it up and just go through with this threesome as planned.
I knew it wasn’t the best of options, but I had an idea. And I told Karen to trust me…
…and now Mike was here, naked and a little wet, having just gotten out from the shower.
“Happy Birthday!” I said, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. I wasn’t unhappy, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure I could make this transition when my body had made it so abundantly clear what it wanted. I was afraid Mike would notice.
He asked the obligatory questions, making sure this was real, and that I was really okay with all of it. I nodded as best I could. I really was happy for him. It was just hard showing it after everything that had happened. I expected to have to fight through a little jealousy this evening. I just hadn’t expected it would be Mike who I was jealous of. And knowing that Karen shared my thoughts made things even harder.
For a daring moment, I wondered if I should just confess and tell Mike I wanted Karen to myself. I’d be ruining my marriage and changing every aspect of my otherwise typical life. It was insane. But for an instant I considered it. And I didn’t go through with saying it only because I knew I would need more time to make that kind of decision. For now, I had to pretend Mike was the only person on my mind.
Mike climbed onto bed. I offered him a glass of margarita. Karen and I had been drinking too much of it in the last moments before Mike came in, hoping the alcohol would mask the flavor of woman that lingered in our mouths. He declined the drink. Wanted to get down to business. I couldn’t blame him.
It felt hot, and I hoped it was the room, not just me, because there was no other way to explain why Karen and I were covered in a light film of sweat. Thankfully Mike didn’t seem to notice. He and Karen chatted. He tried to make normal conversation, but his straining erection gave his real thoughts away.
Mike leaned in and kissed me. It felt so weak, so cold, compared to the way Karen had kissed me just seconds before he opened that door. But I knew he was putting love into it. He whispered a thank you into my ear with a trembling voice that I barely recognized. I couldn’t help but love him right then. I wanted him to be happy, and his tremendous appreciation, now evident, helped me to finally get into it. Karen and I would come later. But right now, this was about Mike.
I gave Karen a nod, letting her know it was okay to begin. Okay to touch my husband. As soon as I did that, I knew everything would be all right, because the nerves I felt about sharing my man came back. The feelings were faint, but they were there, and growing.
Karen took my husband’s erection in her hand, wrapped her delicate fingers around it, and stroked him slow and firm. The head of his penis grew so purple-red and big that I feared he’d lose it right then, but he held on. He took Karen by the shoulders, half following and half guiding her as she bent over, bringing her face down between his thighs. She stopped just short of him, puckered her lips, and then blew a gentle breath across his pulsing head. His whole body shivered. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and gasped.
I made my move, and I made it fast. I knew if I wasn’t quick about it, I would miss the chance. I reached between Karen’s thighs and rubbed a finger up along her wet lips. She wasn’t expecting the touch, but she knew it was me. She thrust her hips back, pushing against my finger, and as she did this she rose, speeding up Mike’s stomach and chest, licking him the whole way. His eyes were still closed and his head was still back. He couldn’t see what I was doing. So I kept my finger against her. She licked up his neck, over his chin, and then they kissed.
At the moment my husband’s tongue swirled into this other woman’s mouth, I pushed my finger inside of her, and her reaction was instant. Karen rose up and away from me, then back down hard, urging me deeper as she took out her frustrations on my husband’s lips. There was the passion I’d missed when Mike kissed me. And I took a deep breath as I realized Karen’s passion was for me.
As they made out, Mike rose up on his knees, and so Karen had to follow. So did I, keeping my finger inside her and scooting up beside the both of them, hoping Mike wouldn’t steal an unexpected glance and catch me.
But Karen wouldn’t let him. She was enjoying what I was doing to her too much to let the kiss die. I fucked her deep, trying to go slow, reveling in the feel of her hot, wet, velvet interior clenching my finger.
Mike had been busying himself with Karen’s gorgeous breasts, holding the heavy white flesh in his hands even as they squashed against his hard chest. But then I saw his fingers gliding across her sides, around her back, toward her butt. Karen had a beautiful ass, large and full, but firm and smooth. Her crack was deep, and Mike worked the tips of his fingers until they disappeared in between those two hugging globes. He gripped her tight, squeezed her, and though his fingers were still safely away from bumping into my hand below, I didn’t dare risk that he wasn’t moving there next. I pulled my finger out of Karen and she stopped kissing Mike immediately, desperate to catch her breath.
Her face was flush when she looked at me, and the look told me that it was all because of my doing.
She sunk down, eyes on me the whole way, but Mike was too excited to notice. From his perspective, all he saw was Karen’s head moving down, down. Her chin bumped into his shaft, and then she licked it, swirled her tongue around it, teasing him.
I jumped when a hand grabbed me, palming one of my breasts and kneading it. It was Mike. He groaned and groaned, looking at me only occasionally. Otherwise his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the pleasure, and even more on not succumbing to it completely.
I loved the feel of his big hand on my tit, and I pushed my body to it, but I would’ve given it up without pause for the chance to touch either of Karen’s. I leaned to him, kissed his arm, trying to imagine it was Karen’s flesh, but to no avail. Still, he felt good. Hard and manly. I rose up on my knees right next to him, kissing my way up his shoulder and to his neck. The top of my thigh pressed the side of his. My chest squeezed against his ribs. His hand rounded my body to my butt, which he grasped and squeezed just like he had Karen’s, fingers buried in my crevasse. It felt great.
But even better was feeling Karen’s eyes on my pussy, which is where I knew they were now that I had lifted myself right next to where she continued to lick and tease my husband’s cock. I hoped she knew what I was thinking, but to be sure I made it obvious and spread my legs a little further apart.
Karen read me perfectly. She covertly slipped a hand between my legs, cupping me fully for a moment before inserting a single finger. I tried not to be too obvious when I pushed myself against her hand. I was very nervous about being caught, and it occurred to me that Karen might not know Mike’s fingers were on my ass just inches away, so I couldn’t risk letting her finger linger inside me for long. But while it was there my body clamped onto her with a death grip, and even when I told myself to loosen up, my pussy held her tight. Karen sensed I needed to let up, and she withdrew, flicking my clit lightly before bringing her hand to Mike’s testicles.
I licked Mike’s ear, relieved that he hadn’t looked down at Karen with open eyes until now. She stopped teasing him with her tongue and finally wrapped her lips around him, sucking and bobbing, her lips wet but his shaft dripping. As Karen went down on my husband, she looked up at him–at us–and I was so excited by the gaze of her gorgeous brown eyes that I knew I just had to have more of her. And soon.
It was getting dark outside, and with the shades closed, the room was getting darker. But it wasn’t nearly dark enough for me to get away with anything even remotely obvious. I worked my lips up, kissed Mike deep and hard, and tried to think of a way to get my mouth off him and back on Karen.
“Oh thank you so much for this, baby,” he panted while our tongues wrestled. He continued to squeeze and rub my sweaty ass, the tip of his pinkie an inch away from my tingling anus, while he brought his other hand to my chest, kneading my left breast. As we kissed, Karen worked her magic by sucking him, causing him to pull his mouth away from often so he’d have room to gasp. Every time he broke away for a breath, after catching it, he’d tell me again how thankful he was and how much he loved me.
Odd that those words didn’t give me an ounce of hesitation in my mission for Karen.
“She said you could cum in her mouth,” I said. “She said she would swallow.” It was treatment he would’ve gotten from me, anyway, but I wanted him to know so he didn’t have to worry about it when the time came. Then, “But she also said she loves getting cum on her face.”
Telling him that might have been too much for the moment, because he groaned as loud as he had since it all started, and I honestly thought he was cumming right then. But instead he pulled away from me, leaned back onto the bed, trying to control his breathing and holding back the orgasm I was expecting. I let him go, but Karen stayed with, making her own muffled, sexy noises as she sucked and slobbered all over him.
Now on his back with Karen between his legs, Mike was able to relax a little more, but I wasn’t about to let him. His new position gave me an opportunity. I leaned over him, licked one of his nipples, then caught his eye and smiled devilishly.
“How ’bout you give me a real ‘thank you’?”
He knew what I meant, and I knew I didn’t have to ask or wait for a reply. I moved up to his head, threw a thigh over his face and lowered myself to his mouth. My clit was in line with his bottom lip, as if we were in a sixty-nine, so I had full view of Karen sucking him and the delicious dual mounds of the top of her ass swaying ever so slightly just beyond. I knew from past relationships that, unless you’re doing a sixty-nine, the natural position to get eaten while on top was clit to nose. But doing it backwards was normal for us when Mike went down on me, and I insisted on being on top when he did it. The reason is a little bit of a story in itself.
When we first got together, Mike and I were both of the same minds when it came to anal sex. Neither of us was really interested, and he’d said that he’d even tried it. Call us prudes if you want, but hey, look at what we’re doing now! Anyway, exploring that region was never an issue, and we were both fine with that.
But one time when we were in the midst of a particularly long sixty-nine session, I grinded my cunt against Mike’s mouth so fiercely that, over a span of about five seconds, I bumped my little puckered star right against his nose, and twice he inadvertently licked it with an out of control tongue. I almost came right then. The sensation was so unexpected, but also unexpectedly good. It was like someone had pushed a button that electro-shocked my whole body. The sounds I made when he touched me there had to have relayed my feelings, but rather than go with it and see where this new experience took us, Mike pushed me away, positioning me so there was no chance his tongue (or nose) would find anything but pussy. He even used the sheets to wipe his face, an overreaction to be sure, but the signal was sent. I was so disappointed that I wouldn’t have come at all if I hadn’t already been driven so close.
There were other signs that he wasn’t into it that I won’t get into. But the fact is that I loved that little moment, and so I told him I preferred to be eaten out with my clit at his bottom lip, when the truth was I liked that position because, even if he wouldn’t touch my bud again, I could still feel the breath from his nose puffing against it.
Never would I have guessed that such a little white lie would help me begin to make love to another woman. Doing it backwards like this opened a window for me. Being in good shape but still at best average in my weight, my ass was very nice but thick, and I had to spread my legs wide to open my crack enough to feel Mike’s breath there. In this position, my thighs made a veritable wall blocking his vision, even if he craned his neck to look around the curve of my butt. Unless he threw me off of him, he’d never see what I was up to.
Already Mike was into it, eating me out as good as ever, if not a little too eagerly. I thought to myself, even at his best, he’s not as good as Karen. Obviously driven by Karen’s exceptional cock-sucking skills, Mike plunged his tongue into me, sucked me, kissed me, puffed hard up my crack and across my begging anus, and despite him not being Karen, I was still swimming in pleasure before I could even make my next bold move. I had to consciously tell myself to stop moaning so he wouldn’t know where my head was from the sound.
Karen was taking him good. I was actually quite shocked. Mike has a pretty big dick, about eight inches long and fairly fat, with a very soft but very bulbous head. It was the biggest I’d ever had, anyway. When I deep throated him, I had never been able to sink down all the way, and could only hold him in my throat to the count of three before the gag reflex came in. But Karen had her lips at my best mark already, the tip of her nose lost in his pubic hair, and she hadn’t backed up off him since I’d been watching her. The breathing coming through her nostrils blew hard against what little of his shaft remained to be inhaled, and somehow that strong sound and the force and concentration I knew was behind it made me worried that perhaps her little fling with lesbianism was already dead and forgotten.
But then Karen reached up for me, found my breasts, and held one, flipping her thumb back and forth over my nipple. I was so relieved I moaned a very loud “Yes”, then added, “Oh, Mike” to conceal the truth of it.
I arched my back, pushing my chest against Karen’s hand. I never took my eyes off her as she throated my husband. And even though I wanted it be my pussy instead of that cock in her mouth, I found what she was doing terribly arousing. I wanted her to kiss me like that; I wanted my tongue to gag her like Mike’s prick was. I wanted her to suck my tongue, squeeze it with her lips. Just kiss me till I came from it…it, and nothing else.
“Oh God…Oh God…” Mike said from beneath me, from practically inside me. There was an extra tension in his voice, like he was getting too close but couldn’t say stop. Karen read this too, and she gagged right off of him, a long, thick string of saliva webbing from her mouth to his glistening, beet-red pole.
Keeping the one hand on my tit, fondling me, she stroked him with her free hand, the sound very wet and squishy. She looked right at me. She hadn’t yet bothered to wipe or lick away the long string of spit that hung from her lips. It was nasty yet irresistible. I leaned forward to kiss her, shocked but pleased that she was already on her way to meet me.
I had told myself not to moan so as not to tip Mike off, but I just couldn’t help it. The moment our mouths met, I was crying out and moaning so loud the sound overwhelmed every other noise in the room. It was for that reason Karen did close her mouth around mine. She’d later tell me that she feared my moaning, too, and our actions would be more obvious if my sounds were muffled by anything other than Mike himself. So we shared a loud, messy, frenzied kiss. Our tongues lashed out and curled at each other. Our lips rubbed together but never pressed. It was the most heart-breaking tease ever, and I loved it.
I was moaning out loud and out of control through the whole thing, throwing in Mike’s name whenever I had the mind to. I caught the string of spit that had clung to Karen, noted the surprising dominance of my husband’s pre-cum in the flavor, and used my tongue to fling it back against her chin, then lapped it off her face.
When I finally took a little control of myself and stopped moaning, I took Karen’s face in my hands and kissed her deep, open mouths closed together at last. We both held our breath completely, afraid of making a noise. We kissed as long as we could hold those breaths, until I heard the faintest, most erotic whimper from Karen, her signal to stop.
She took her hand from my breast and put it to her own. I hadn’t noticed until now that, during our kiss, she’d moved up and suffocated my husband’s dick with her big, pale, meaty tits. Now she pushed them together, clenching him with her substantial cleavage. My whole body felt the vibrations as he moaned into me from this latest sensation. I groaned back, this time the sound genuinely for and because of him.
Karen used her hands and her body to fuck Mike with her tits, but his hips were doing most of the work. This kept her face relatively level, allowing us to kiss with even greater abandon than before. Though I couldn’t disregard the tongue-lashing my husband was giving me below, I still felt that Karen’s was the most erotic kiss I’d ever had. We tore at each other like it was the last physical contact we’d get to share. I held her face in my hand, and then moved my fingers through her hair, holding her to my lips, mauling her as much as she mauled me. Finally, reluctantly, I had to take a breath.
I gasped out, very seriously struggling to catch my breath. “Oh God, Mike, yes,” I panted, again masking the truth.
Karen was out of breath, too, but that didn’t stop her from bending over a little further, tucking away Mike’s pumping cock even more between her breasts, and then put her mouth to my chest. She licked and kissed and sucked me, her tongue coiling around the nipples, her teeth gently, then not so gently, nibbling them. The salivation that confirmed her hunger dribbled wetly and heavily down my sweaty, glistening stomach and to my cunt where it was thoroughly but unconsciously lapped up by Mike. I didn’t pull her hair, but I gripped handfuls of it tight, just for something to grab onto to help me keep myself from screaming.
“Oh shit!” he suddenly yelled. “Oh shit, oh shit! I’m gonna blow!”
Mike pushed me off of him, obviously so he could watch his sperm shoot all over Karen’s big boobs. Despite my greater desire to just suck on them, I was excited to see this, too. As his hips pumped and as Karen brought her full concentration to fucking her chest against him, I covertly wiped my own breasts clean of Karen’s saliva, just in case. After the attention she’d paid me, the slightest touch gave me shivers, and the only reason I didn’t keep touching myself till I came was because I was dead set on getting that pleasure from Karen.
Mike’s body became as tense as ever, but he kept his eyes glued to her chest as he grunted and finally released his load. His cock head was buried in her flesh initially, so the first spurt seemed to have become lost between her heaving mounds. But the second–or maybe it was still the first, for all I knew–found a narrow path of escape and sprayed out from Karen’s pressed cleavage like water from a thumb-blocked garden hose. Some of it sprayed back onto Mike’s belly, but most of the droplets scattered and plopped all over the tops of Karen’s tits.
She continued to smother his cock, forcing another surge of sperm up and out the top of her cleavage in a thick stream that hit her throat. One last airborne glob even clung to the bottom of her chin. Finally Karen released Mike from her chest and stroked his soaked cock with her hand. I quivered as I watched the massive river of cum that had caught between her breasts flow down her tummy and drown her beautiful patch of vanilla muff.
Mike was still recovering, gently bucking and swearing while almost hyperventilating, as Karen carefully stroked his slippery, softening cock. I didn’t worry about his stamina. I knew he still had two more shots in him before he’d pass out, and it wasn’t like we had a deadline. Karen had planned to stay the whole night and leave early the next morning, so if Mike got a good little rest in there, he’d probably find the strength for three or four more orgasms.
What did worry me was what happened next. I was looking at Karen, wanting her but knowing I couldn’t have her, at least yet. And I knew Mike was looking at her, transfixed by the sight of those remarkable breasts dripping and plastered with his cum. He was still trying to find his breath, still fighting to form clear words, when he reached for my hand, took it, and said my name in a tone that told he wanted something very important.
“You’ve already done so much,” he said, looking desperately into my eyes. “And I can’t ever repay you for this, my love.” He swallowed hard. “But I might never get another chance at this, so I have to ask…Will you lick it off of her?”
I was already trying to decide how to react, even before he asked it, because I knew that that was exactly what he wanted. I made myself look doubtful and strained. It wasn’t all an act. I wanted to do what he asked so badly I had to tell myself to stay back even before Mike had opened his mouth. But if I did this in front him, I couldn’t trust myself to maintain control. I might go for Karen right then and our secret would be out.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Mike would love to watch us, and it would likely mean we’d all get to share each other often–maybe every birthday, or every weekend! But I wasn’t sure about Karen’s feelings, nor did I fully understand mine. I felt that I needed to experience her alone. The secret needed to stay secret for now.
But that didn’t mean I was going to tell Mike ‘no’. The opportunity was just too fucking good. It was going to be hard, scary, and very dangerous, but I sheepishly smiled and nodded to Mike, agreeing to his request. I caught Karen’s eyes flash fear and sparkle with glee at the same moment when she observed my response.
This was going to be tricky. Mike knew me to be a stanch heterosexual. The tone in his pleading voice when he asked me to do this showed how huge he knew it would be for me. I knew he wouldn’t have thought less of me if I said no, and he probably expected exactly that. And because he didn’t have a clue about the truth of it all, I had to behave in a very specific way to keep the charade intact. Plus I needed Karen to follow suit.
I was nervous, but I exaggerated it in my face to show Mike that I was doing this only for him. Still, I couldn’t look too upset with the idea, because even in his ultra-erotic mental state, Mike would intervene and stop me if he felt I hated it that bad. I moved over to Karen and ducked down, not even giving Mike a hope that we might kiss or otherwise touch unnecessarily. I watched her chest move as she breathed. Cum was still dripping off the full, round bottoms of her breasts. The thick sheet of jizz that still clung on top of them glistened in the little bit of moonlight that escaped through the side of the window shades. I still would’ve preferred her alone and clean, but this was the greatest ‘second-best’ I could’ve hoped for.
“Are you okay with this, Karen?” Mike asked.
I was surprised I hadn’t even thought to say that in my little act. Karen copied my uncertain smile and nod. Agreeable, yet not too enthusiastic. But I could hear the truth in the unevenness of her breath. This was going to blow her away.
“It’s just skin,” I said aloud, happy to have come up with another way to disguise our real feelings. “It’s just the gooey stuff I’m after.” Yeah, right.
The taste I was familiar with, but I was surprised–and enthralled–by the thickness of the seed. I started with a long, slow, broad lick across the top of Karen’s left tit. I had gone there first because it looked like it had the least amount of cum, and I planned to work up to the more heavily coated areas. But I was shocked at finding as much sperm in that first lap as I did. My tongue was completely coated right away, and what didn’t go in my mouth or cling to my bottom lip was ushered into her cleavage, creating a new mini-river that oozed down toward her navel.
I knew I had to get the cum before it went too far down. Mike would buy that I was willing to lick “just skin” on Karen’s chest, but he’d never expect me to clean the jizz from between her legs if it reached there. Problem was, that was where I wanted to lick most of all. Instead I licked at her cleavage, catching the slow cum flow as it seeped between her fat boobs. The cream felt heavy on my tongue. I noisily slurped it up as it ran to me, then swallowed, over and over. I heard Mike groan and tell me how much he loved this and how much he loved me. Then I felt him moving on the mattress and knew he was repositioning for a closer look.
I closed my eyes, knowing I’d be too turned on if I kept staring at Karen’s delectable tits, all lathered in sperm. Plus it helped me stay in control as I licked up and down her cleavage until it glistened only from the wet trail of my tongue. But then the real show began when I actually took to licking Karen’s breasts. My pussy tightened and watered, my nipples ached, and my body tensed to explode as I lapped at the underside of her heavy boobs, catching the last of the cum drips. From there I moved up, licking the nipple but careful not to dwell or even put my lips to her. God, it was killing me. The cum was delicious, hot, and erotic, but fuck, I wanted to suck those tits like nothing else. It actually pained me when I moved up, back to the top of her chest, cleaning the rest of her while leaving those luscious, hard nipples behind.
“Oh baby,” I said, my voice dark and throaty. “Your cum tastes so good. So fucking good.”
And saying those words is actually what spurned me on. I lost some of my cool, maybe too much, and started licking and very nearly sucking Karen’s breasts like I really meant it. Frenzied, eager, hungry, desperate, I came as close to making love to Karen’s chest as I could without actually going all in. I could feel Karen shaking terribly, violently, as she fought to suppress her groans. The only reason Mike didn’t notice was because he was too enamored with the sight itself.
I had to stop. Tried, but I couldn’t. I just kept licking her. I knew the cum was all gone, except for what clung to her neck, chin, and below on her belly and…further down at her vanilla patch. But I couldn’t go there. I’d lose it. I hoped Mike couldn’t tell all of his cum was off her tits yet, because as hard as I tried to pry myself away, I just couldn’t. And then I visualized myself giving in, laying Karen down and spreading my body on top of her, kissing her, working my fingers into her cunt…
I yanked myself away from her and threw myself to my husband. I wanted to, at the very least, release my pent up arousal on him, but that, too, could tip him off on how much I really had enjoyed it, so I bit my tongue and just put my arms around him, took a deep, deep breath, forced a calm smile, and said, “Happy Birthday again, Sweetie”.
I’d never been so sexually frustrated in my life. If Mike had touched my clit right then, I would’ve climaxed. If Karen had touched it, I would’ve exploded. It was a real threat, and when I saw Mike move his hands toward my crotch, I knew I had to play defense. I bent down, happy to see he was already at full strength. I took him in my mouth and loved him with my tongue.
Having been practically bathed in it from the tit-fucking, Mike’s cock tasted strongly of his sperm. But there was also the undeniable, lingering taste of Karen’s mouth. Or maybe that was just my imagination. Either way, I decided that no dick had ever tasted so good. It kept me hot, smoldering even, but it also took my attention away from Karen, who aroused and threatened me most. Fortunately having just cum, Mike would be able to handle a very long blowjob before he exploded again, giving me plenty of time to calm down without missing out. The only problem was that I had no idea how to tease myself with Karen in this position. I’d never be able to tell when Mike was looking.
So as I pondered this dilemma, I sucked, careful not to let my own arousal carry me away to the point where I gave Mike too good of head and shorten his lasting time. I kept my eyes open, though, straining to see just what Karen and my husband might do next.
I felt more than saw the next move. Mike had been sitting upright on the bed, and he started to lay back to make blowing him easier. And, I presume, so Karen could sit on his face. But his head hadn’t even hit the mattress when I heard Karen call him back.
“No, stay sitting up,” she said. “I like to stand.”
And so Mike sat back up, and I stopped gulping him only long enough to see Karen stand, step over Mike’s lap and my head, and present his face with her ass. I hadn’t warned Karen about his qualm about that area, and was about to say something when Karen then leaned forward, putting her hands on my back, bending her body at an angle I couldn’t believe she was possible. In the end, her head was just above mine, but she was practically upside-down, her breasts hung heavy and low and toward her neck. Her body was a narrow triangle with her ass as the apex, the bed as the base. Her cunt was spread and in line with Mike’s mouth, and her hands held in this position by bracing against my lower back.
Mike groaned and groaned, and I could tell the exact moment he buried his face in her pussy because his voice became muffled, and Karen shrieked in pleasure. She egged him on, becoming vocal for the first time that night, telling him how good her pussy felt, how much she wanted him, how horny she was. And then, though I can only imagine, I think he must have licked down past her clit, where so much of his own cum had collected in that beautiful vanilla bush of hers, because Karen’s already high level of enthusiasm jumped up a few notches as she exclaimed, “Holy shit! Fuck yes! Eat that shit! Oh my God…”
I knew how he liked to taste himself that way, though only that way. He’d often cum on instead of in my pussy before going down on me because he enjoyed it so much, and it turned me on as well. But hearing Karen experience this reminded me of how hot it used to get me, before I began taking that move for granted.
“Oh, eat it. Yes! Eat it all! Oh, God, that is so goddamned sexy…”
I, meanwhile, was still sucking Mike, strangling his puffy cock head with my tongue and then taking it deep and squeezing it with my throat muscles. He pulsed and he raged, and I felt it all on my lips and tongue. Though I loved the essentially nonsexual touch of her hands to my back, I couldn’t understand why Karen would take up such an odd position when she just as well could’ve been sitting on his face. And even as I was pondering that, I found out why.
Karen had composed herself a little more now that Mike had collected all of his cum off her and went back to simply, but no doubt skillfully, eating her. This allowed her to go through with the plan she’d put into effect when she took the awkward stance. One of the hands on my back moved down, a finger leading right through the deep crack of my ass. Excited as all hell, I increased my sucking intensity without even realizing, while I purposely raised my ass to her. Karen’s finger rose out of my crack just before she would’ve touched my rosebud, and thought the near-miss was arousing, I was terribly disappointed.
She moved it out and under, reaching for my pussy, and I tried to thrust my hips up even higher to help her reach it. But it just wasn’t happening. She rubbed the bottom of my ass cheeks, confirming the failure, but then Karen dipped her finger back into my sweaty crack.
I moaned hard onto Mike’s dick, letting her know I wanted–no, needed–her to proceed.
Karen’s fingertip touched my anus ever so gently. I tried bucking against her, wanting to feel her in me, but she wouldn’t allow it. She just circled my tiny star, driving me absolutely fucking crazy. I couldn’t stop moaning on Mike’s cock, and I was sucking him faster than I knew I should have. If he came, it would mark the end of this position. I had to slow down, but I wanted this so bad my legs were shaking under me. My rosebud burned for attention, but all Karen did was tease it, poke it, pet it. I stopped breathing for I don’t know how long, anticipating the insertion I couldn’t even beg for.
Finally I just fucking snapped. I pulled Mike out of my mouth and screamed, my voice shaky and hoarse with desperation. “Oh, God! Just fucking do it!”
Bad move. Mike was going to wonder…
“Just cum already!” I said, amazed I could think that fast under that kind of pressure. I sucked on his cock head hard and jerked him with my hand, trying to show him I was serious about my false demand. I was afraid he’d cum, for his sake, as there was so much more to be done, but I honestly didn’t care if it allowed me to feel…
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” The screams were muffled, formed around Mike’s cock. Karen had pushed her fingertip inside me. I came, an unspeakably intense climax. I felt like my body was being shattered like glass, as though orgasm had hit and cracked every nerve ending before setting them all on fire. I would’ve cried my eyes out if Karen had pulled out that finger, so I was beyond Heaven when she kept it in, despite all the risk, as I exploded over and over again.
I hugged Mike to me, actually to the top of my head, because I was still sucking him. Only now I fucked him with my mouth like a mad woman, no longer urging but now prying that cum from his cock. I heard him shouting as he continued to eat out Karen like the trooped he was. I screamed onto him, was still screaming when he came, the first shot so thick and bullet-fast and strong that it zipped right down my throat and I choked on it. But I didn’t dare cough or open my mouth. I sunk on him all the way, swallowed his cock even as I swallowed his sperm, moaning like crazy the whole damn time.
Karen gently but intently wriggled her finger in my tight ass, amplifying my climax and drawing it out longer. Tears streamed from my eyes. Hot cum pulsed deep in my throat. My arms and legs were shaking as though I were a hypothermic rag doll. This must have continued for ten solid minutes. If felt like an hour. And yet it wasn’t nearly long enough.
Karen pulled her finger from me an instant before taking her pussy out of Mike’s face. I was glad she hadn’t given in and confessed, because I had come up with a cover for my actions.
Mike lay back, waiting for me to stop sucking him. He had long since stopped cumming, of course, and his dick had softened in my mouth, but still I held it between my lips, enjoying the hot, spongy feel of him. I was already collapsed on the bed, between his legs, and when I went soft, I turned my head and laid it down between his thighs at the base of his penis. I laid there even after I let his warn out member flop from my mouth and rest on my cheek and against my nose. We both rested, catching our breath, but he recovered ages before I did, so I was still panting heavily when he finally asked.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” I lied. “Just sucking you…and knowing what you were doing…” I hoped he was as convinced as I’d planned on, because out loud it didn’t sound like all that great of a cover after all.
He laughed. “I know what you mean. I almost came when I watched you licking her breasts, and I wasn’t even touching myself. But Jesus, Trish. You never came like that before!” Not only had he bought it, but he was happy for me and no doubt proud that it was partly a blowjob, partly the threesome, that had done this to me. He had to be thinking I would be all for making threesomes a regular arrangement if I could react like that just by the thought of one.
And though I’d told him a lie, that assumption wasn’t necessarily far off. I still wanted Trish alone, but it was hard to believe I could climax with that kind of power without a dick somehow involved. Hard to be believe, but I was definitely going to try.
For now, though, I just laid on the bed, so knocked out I barely managed to flip onto my back. Mike picked me up a little and moved me out of the center and to the side of the bed, but he had lost a lot of strength himself, and finally just accepted his new, now quite level position. And by that I mean he laid down on his back, but he didn’t have enough room to rest his head fully on the mattress. Instead, his head hung down over the edge. He kept it up for a while, watching as Karen crawled between he and I, between his legs, and nibbled at his ball sack. But then he gave in to just experiencing the pleasure, the need to see it long forgotten. He wasn’t hard, of course, but I knew he was going through quite an experience as Karen tenderly, lovingly kissed his testicles and penis.
Mike needed time to get hard again, and Karen understood. She also understood what a big deal this was for him, and so she wasn’t about to sit around and make him waste his time. She eventually moved up to him, kissed him, then made her way down to his nipples and sucked each one. But then she came back to his crotch, took both of his balls completely into her mouth, and sucked them. And sucked them. I could hear Mike groaning weakly, but couldn’t see his face. He was relaxed, head hanging off the bed, just enjoying the touch.
Karen spread her legs, pushing Mike’s legs, which were outside of hers, to spread further, too. I looked at her ass, admired it and fantasized about it. Just as I had finally calmed down, ready to pass out and sleep, studying Karen’s large, round, sexy ass was getting my heart to flutter and my breathing to quicken. The tops of her globes were the palest white in the moonlight, wet with sweat but otherwise smooth and fresh. A deep, crescent shadow outlined her crack, with her mound all but invisible in the darkness below.
I knew what I was going to do even before I saw her hand reach back and beckon me.
Slowly and carefully, I moved across the bed. It was so dark, and Mike was seeing nothing but ceiling or the back of his eyelids in his position anyway, so all I had to worry about was alerting him by movement on the mattress. But he didn’t suspect a thing as I positioned myself between Karen’s spread legs and scooted under her gorgeous, delicious cunt.
It smelled greatly of sex, even though she hadn’t been fucked yet. It was instead from her arousal, which had been so extreme that her inner thighs were wet when I touched them. She also smelled of cum, the gooey treat that Mike had consumed from that vanilla bush of hers. God, how I wanted that. To feel it on my tongue. It was her muff that I went for first.
I licked it, tasting only a faint trace of sperm, but I was more interested in the texture of her silken, down-like pubic patch. It was to die for, and I could have. I kissed it and buried my face in it and cherished it as though it were a separate entity, a lover that provided a sexual intensity that no other could even imagine. You might think I’m over exaggerating, but I climaxed again just from feeling and tasting those soft vanilla-colored hairs. They were so good I convinced myself they even tasted like vanilla. But the actual taste was something completely different, a flavor only Karen could give, and no one could describe.
We didn’t get caught, so I can’t really confirm this, but I know I would’ve given up everything–even Mike–if he had sat up and saw me. Even if he didn’t make me choose, I would have anyway, because I wasn’t going to share. I wouldn’t share Karen with anyone else, and I would give myself to her fully, forever.
Because her clit was basically buried in the divine fur, I brought Karen to two extended orgasms and had another myself before I finally moved down to the sopping, burning folds her delicate pussy.
Much time had passed by then. I’m talking hours. Karen would later tell me that Mike did get hard, and she’d sucked him for quite a while, but he just couldn’t keep it up after all he’d been through. I blamed myself for being to rough on with my blowjob. Karen blamed herself, saying she purposely drew it out so I wouldn’t have to stop pleasing her. Whoever was to blame, neither of us really cared. Mike fell into a light asleep, and Karen kept licking him hard, then letting him go soft. By the time I put my face into her pussy and really started to eat her out, Mike was awake again, hard again, and Karen sucked him as vigorously as she dared, which wasn’t much. He knew he was going to ask to fuck her at any moment, and the sooner he felt close to cumming a third time, the sooner he’d make the request. She did her best to keep him subdued.
Meanwhile, I did my best to give her the closest orgasm possible to what she had given me. It was hard, though. I couldn’t finger her or suck her hard without making obvious noises. But then I remembered the technique that had worked on me. I drew my index finger up and down along her ass crack, stroking her and teasing her. Her cheeks hugged my finger, and she was so wet with sweat that I didn’t even need to lube it when I pushed just the very tip of my fingertip inside her.
I used a similar but opposite approach to Karen’s ass as she had used to mine. I teased her anus by going in right away, but only a pathetically little at a time. I took almost fifteen minutes just to work in to the first knuckle, and by that time she was moving her hips, clenching her ass cheeks, squeezing her sphincter, moaning and moaning and gently bucking against me for more. I pulled my finger out, then teased the rim, rolling the edge of her little star carefully with the tip of my nail.
Karen’s breathing quickened, and in a very short time she went from high arousal to panic fuck. She needed release, but instead of allowing me to give it to her and possibly revealing our secret (Mike had bought my line of crap, but for both of us to use the ‘sucking you made me cum better than ever’ excuse was pushing it), Karen grabbed my hand and pulled me out of her. I drew my tongue from her pussy, then dropped my mouth from her mound altogether. As soon as I was off, she jumped up and stuffed my husband’s cock into her, fucking him at last. The experiment was over.
*****
I admit I was disappointed and a little hurt that I didn’t get the chance to return the favor. I also feared that maybe this was her signal that she’d made up her mind and just couldn’t go through with a lesbian affair, though I found that hard to buy. But I managed to enjoy myself immensely as I watched this woman I loved–yes, somehow, it was love–fuck my husband’s brains out. They went at it for a while, her starting on top, then taking the bottom, her legs up and spread in a V. Then back to her on top again.
I took part, too. Whenever my husband was on his back, I’d come over and kiss him, let him suck my tits, or even munch my pussy. When he was on top, I massaged his ass or grabbed and massaged his balls.
The first time he came, he was on top of Karen, thrusting between those sweet thighs like a piston. He roared, she wrapped her legs around him, and he came so hard Karen screamed out with surprise. She played with her clit after he pulled out of her, lubing it up with the seed that oozed from her lips.
Then I presented my ass to Mike and he took my cunt doggie style. He pounded me hard for just a few minutes, for all I could do was watch Karen masturbate herself to orgasm, which quickly led to me climaxing on his raging, steel hard cock. I laughed a little thinking that Mike must have thought himself quite the stud to have such an effect.
He climbed onto Karen again and they fucked for a long, long time, rolling all over the bed. A few times when he was on top I didn’t just grab his swinging balls but took them in my mouth. This brought me painfully close to Karen’s pussy, which was squishing with cum and begging for my tongue, but I kept my hands, lips, and everything else to myself. Karen had kind of ended our exploration of each other, and while I was concerned, I didn’t really believe I wouldn’t get a chance later, once Mike was finally satisfied.
The sun was minutes from peeking when that finally happened. Mike on the bottom, Karen on top, riding him rough, he came deep inside her a second time, filling her with heat. She shrieked out again from the incredible force of his launch, but then collapsed onto him, crying out not from his cum plowing into her but from an exceptional orgasm thrashing through her. She kissed him so hard and deep that it made me jealous…of him. They stayed intertwined long after the orgasms had faded, even after Mike had softened up for good and plopped out her. It was like they were the couple, and I was suddenly the third wheel, but I didn’t feel left out. I was just happy they’d enjoyed themselves. I didn’t grow weary until they fell asleep like that, naked in each others arms.
I wondered if I would lose both of them.
And yet, I couldn’t help but feel intense arousal when, after waking up, they made out like fresh lovers.
****
I was, not surprisingly, the first to get out of bed. I went into the bathroom to check my hair. I squinted my eyes against the sun beaming in through the shades. I don’t know how long I was in there, nor did I know how long Mike had been in there with me, just watching me stare into the mirror.
He took me from behind, both of us standing. He entered my tight body easily, wrapped his arms around me, hugged my breasts as flat as they’d go, and fucked me so hard my feet lifted off the tile floor on each upstroke. He watched my face in the mirror, and I watched his. There was only love, sprinkled with the ultimate passion. He might have came again, but his body was too weak. His legs couldn’t support him anymore, and he half collapsed, half sat on the edge of the bathtub.
“Do you know when she’s going to leave?” he asked. “Because I want you all by myself. All day.”
I smiled the most genuine of smiles, so happy to hear him say that, but also sad because I knew he was beat. I saw him look at the bathtub longingly, and I knew what he was going to say next.
“I don’t know,” I said, a plan already formulating in my head. “She’s been up as long as we have. We should let her sleep.”
Mike nodded. “I’m going to go downstairs. Take a bath. Recooperate.”
My heart jumped, and my body would have, too, if I hadn’t stopped myself.
“For how long?” I asked, trying to appear casual.
“For until you come down and wake me.”
Mike had a very nice whirlpool bath in the downstairs bathroom. His bathroom. In the few times he used it, he never spent less than an hour, and that was after a night’s sleep, of which yesterday he’d gotten none.
He kissed me, then turned to leave. I stopped him with a smile.
“You never came on her face last night.”
It was if he hadn’t even thought of it, and that excited me, because it meant he was so blown away by my gift that he didn’t even think to ask for the obvious. It also gave me another opportunity.
He was about to say something when I did for him. “Maybe I’ll let you cum on my face instead.”
He kissed me. Hard. Then went smiling toward the basement.
As soon as he left, I went back into the bedroom, where Karen was already dressed, seemingly ready to leave. But I knew she wasn’t going anywhere, not after I told her about where Mike would be for the next two, three, or if we were lucky, a solid four hours.
“What if he…hears?”
As if on cue, a CD playing tunes of the London Symphony Orchestra boomed from the basement. Mike never napped in the bath without it.
“I’d worry about the neighbors hearing us before I’d worry about him,” I smiled.
Karen smiled back, walked to me, tenderly took my hands. We were both shaking.
“Well, are you?” she asked. “Worried about the neighbors?”
“Not a chance,” I said, moving in for a kiss.
I put my hand between her legs, feeling the dampness of my husband’s cum as it leaked onto the fabric of her pants. I whispered in her ear how excited I was to get to taste her again.
Her vanilla.
This time with cream.
And then Karen whispered something to me which was, somehow, even more exciting.
Her voice strained and breathless, she whispered two simple words.
“Fuck me.”