She was actively groping one of her breasts now. The other hand had been rubbing harder and harder against her pussy. Now she slid it under the waistband and into her trousers, without even undoing the waistband. I couldn’t tell if her hand was inside or outside of her panties, but the expression on her face told me her fingers were rubbing her lips. At first, I was shocked that Yetunde was touching herself before me. Then I realized that I was standing naked in front of her, getting a blowjob.
Adaeze released my dick with a final kiss and stood. She looked at me but I was still in such a daze that it took me a moment to realize what she wanted.
“Oh, yeah,” I smiled, sinking to my knees. I found myself facing her pussy, the panties starting to show a wet spot between her legs. She was so beautiful, wearing only that one garment. I kissed her slit through her panties, inhaling the fragrance of her juices. Yetunde now all but forgotten, I turned my attention to the woman in front of me, the love of my life. I wanted nothing else at that moment other than to give her pleasure.
With my lips still pressed against her pussy, I pulled her panties down. The elastic waistband moved across my lips like a rubber band, pressing my lips against her dark bush. I could feel the texture of the fine curly hairs and I could smell her wetness. I tentatively pressed my tongue into her slit, parting her lips, as my hands finished pushing her skimpy panties down her legs.
I felt her step out of them as I started licking up between her lips. She was wet, really wet. I wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to be fucked so badly or because Yetunde was watching, but she really wanted it. I used my fingers now to part her lips fully so my tongue could push into her hole. The smell and taste of her juices was overwhelming. At that point, I thought that the juices flowing out of her were her gift to me, her love for me pouring out into my mouth.
I felt Adaeze’s hands on my head. They weren’t pressing me harder against her. They were pulling up on me. I looked up, still feeling the curly hair against my face, and she breathily said, “I need you to fuck me. Now.” Her words were insistent and I certainly wasn’t going to deny her that pleasure. Or me.
I stood, but she was already moving onto the bed as I was standing. She slid backwards onto the bed until her head was on the pillow. She spread her legs for me as I crawled into position on top of her. Her hand was between her legs, guiding my dick to the place it knew so well. I moved lower, onto her body, as I felt my dick insert into her warm, moist channel. Our bodies were coming together at a point where they fit so perfectly.
At this point, I didn’t care if we were being watched. There was only Adaeze and I, joining together as one in this ultimate expression of love. The feeling of being next to her, inside her, as close as we could become, was the nicest thing in the world. This wasn’t having sex. This was making love. I looked into Adaeze’s eyes, seeing my passion mirrored there. When a motion caught my eye, I looked over and saw something I was unprepared for.
Yetunde’s clothes were in a pile on the floor and she was leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. Her legs were spread a little and one hand was between her legs; the other hand held something I couldn’t see. I was seeing her naked for the first time. I loved Adaeze, but I lusted for Yetunde.
I can’t deny that. She was young and trim. She was very cute. She wasn’t someone I was in love with, but it was fun to look at her. She saw me watching her and smiled. She moved to the bed and settled into a spot right next to us. She put a pillow against the headboard with her left hand, then leaned back against it and spread her legs.
At that moment I could finally see what she had been carrying in her right hand – the dildo I had found earlier in the bed. She was going to use it while she watched us. I was surprised but curious. I had never even seen one before that day. Now I was going to watch a woman use one. Yetunde positioned it at her opening.
“Don’t you need some lubricant with that?” Adaeze asked. She had apparently been watching Yetunde as well.
Yetunde smiled and turned slowly to regard us. “That’s not a problem. Watching you has made me wet enough.” She turned back to her pussy, pressing the plastic head against her lips and moved it around a little, wetting the tip. She reached down to a red knob at the base and twisted it.
The dildo, or should I say the vibrator, began buzzing. As she pushed it up into her, her head lay back onto the pillow. She didn’t lift her head, but instead turned her head to look at us. It appeared that she was having as much fun as we were. Her hips began thrusting up, at about the same pace as ours. I could see that the dildo was glistening with her juices as it came out, before plunging back in. I was fascinated with watching the lifelike shaft penetrate her blonde-haired lips.
I felt Adaeze’s hands caressing my ass and knew I should pay more attention to the woman I was making love to at the moment. She was smiling when I turned and focused on her.
“I thought you might have forgotten about me,” she said pleasantly.
“Not a chance. I was just looking. I know who I’m supposed to be inside of.”
“Good, don’t forget it.”
In answer, I began thrusting more vigorously, causing her to grunt on the in strokes. I wanted to last a long time, to really impress Yetunde with my stamina. Alas, it wasn’t to be. I could have handled the feeling of Adaeze’s pussy around my dick.
I could have even handled the sounds she was making in response to my dick. What I couldn’t take was having Yetunde there. The buzzing of her vibrator kept reminding me we were not alone. The novelty of being watched had a definite effect on me.
Whenever I looked her way, I saw Yetunde’s blue eyes watching me intently. On top of that, she had such a sweet way of moaning as her own orgasm approached. And, I have to admit, a few thoughts of sexual contact with Yetunde did creep into my mind.
As much as I love Adaeze, I couldn’t keep thoughts of Yetunde away. All of this was just too much. Far sooner that I had hoped, I felt my dick throbbing. I was approaching the point of no return. I was planning to slow down my thrusting, maybe even change position for a while. Then, Yetunde gave a great moan. Adaeze and I both looked her way.
I saw her shove the vibrator deep inside her pussy and hold it there with her right hand while her left was a blur across her clit. Yetunde’s orgasm triggered mine and I was helpless to stop it. All I could do was thrust as deeply into Adaeze as I could, and squirt.
I reached underneath her and dug my fingernails into her ass cheeks as I came harder than I had in a long time. Maybe it was Yetunde being there. Maybe it was knowing Yetunde was cumming at the same time. Maybe it was watching Yetunde using her dildo. Whatever it was, it was good – for me. Adaeze loves feeling me cum inside her, but it was too soon for her to cum. I was spent but she wasn’t quite there yet.
“Aww,” she said in desperation when she felt my spurts. She knew I was done. “I didn’t get to cum,” she continued, realizing she was the only one in the room who had been denied an orgasm. I was lying on top of her, our faces inches apart. We were both panting and I could feel the incredible wetness of her pussy surrounding my softening cock.
At that moment, I longed for her to cum. I would do anything to make her feel what I had just enjoyed, what Yetunde and I had just enjoyed. Adaeze looked at me. Maybe there was a twinkle in her eye, or it was the pleading in her voice, or maybe the guilt I felt for taking so much enjoyment from her body and not giving her as much. “Please eat me.”
Ordinarily, I love to go down on Adaeze. I love eating pussy. I love the taste, the smell, the sight of her pussy. I love looking up from between her legs and seeing the orgasm wash across her face as she plays with her breasts. But now, with her pussy full of my sperm, I wasn’t so sure.
What would it taste like? She had tasted my dick before, right after it came out of her pussy. She had to be tasting her own juices. Now she was asking me to taste my sperm as it leaked out of her. My wife was asking me to do the same. I should also taste her juices, but the thought of eating sperm was turning me off.
Looking at Adaeze, I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. I hated letting her down like that, especially because thoughts of Yetunde made me cum so fast. There was only one thing I could do – one thing I had to do. I took a deep breath as I pulled my now soft dick out of her and positioned myself in front of her pussy.
I was getting excited again just by being so close to her open cunt. Then I saw the white remains of my ejaculation start to slip out between her lips. It’s mine, I told myself. If I expected her to taste it when she gave me a blowjob, the least I can do is taste a little of it myself. I looked up at her face, seeing anticipation.
That did it. I loved my wife more than I feared tasting my own cum. I pressed my face into her wet lips. The scent was definitely her, but there was also a trace of sperm. I almost had to force myself, but I extended my tongue and made contact.
I had kissed her a few times after I came in her mouth, after she had swallowed. That taste was here, in her pussy, where my dick had just been. I stopped thinking about sperm and concentrated on pussy. I focused on what I was doing for Adaeze and moved my tongue against her most intimate parts.
She instantly enjoyed my tongue running over her clit. She wasn’t that far from orgasm, in spite of the pause. I moved my tongue lower, between her slippery lips, to her opening. I could feel a lot of wetness coming out of there. I sucked it into my mouth and swallowed. The taste was definitely sperm, but flavored with her.
It wasn’t as bad as I expected. I didn’t gag, and I didn’t choke. It was just a different taste. I knew what I was tasting but I wouldn’t let myself dwell on that. I was thinking about what I was doing for Adaeze. I concentrated more on the feel of her pussy than the taste.
She was moaning now and moving her hips. I felt pride at what I was doing for her. I was going to give her the orgasm she deserved – the one I had denied her. I slid my hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly. Each time my tongue moved up to her clit, I could look over her bush and see her face.
The sight warmed my heart. She was starting to cum, enjoying herself totally. That encouraged me and I moved back lower with even more vigor. I really got into it. I could still detect my own flavour, but I was thinking of what I was doing for her.
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