Her bottom rose below me; I slipped my hands around and below, grabbing and lifting, pulling her onto me, tonguefucking our neighbour right there in our bed.
Lips glued to lips, feeling her flex, feeling her squeeze. Her taste changes, and starts to overwhelm his, deeper, muskier, more like me afterwards. Mouth open somehow even wider. Push into her hard, keep the beat.
In circle out in, circle out, in circle out keep it up in circle out and she’s cumming up into my face.
I held her to me, pushed in hard and drank deeply as she shuddered in my hands, downy soft thighs lightly squeezing my ears and moaning somewhere far above me.
He’s a great guy, and he’s been a terrific husband, I had thought as I switched off the bedroom lights. I could never have asked for a better one. He wants this so much. And I’ve promised it to him so many times.
It wouldn’t be right to deny him now, I had thought. Then tried to keep that as the last thing I thought about for the rest of the night.
I didn’t succeed. But it worked out all right. Eventually.
The fourth one took some doing.
After snoozing for a bit, and then lying together some more, I reached down to my husband’s tummy to check things out in the darkness. The precocious Tolani’s hand was already there ahead of me. We giggled together again, then both moved down our bed for a closer look.
Meeting over his center, she whispered, “I call cock, it’s my turn. You take balls.”
That seemed like a good plan, so I reached between his legs and came up from below fingernail tips only. Giving her plenty of room to work.
She slurped his limp penis in and started working her jaw along the underside. Eventually, he started responding, but even slower than last time. It had to be hard on my poor baby.
I tried to get my head down and around to lick his balls, but it was just too awkward a position. She had things going well, it was just a matter of time and biology, so I let her work and slid back up to rest my chin on his shoulder.
Whispering into his ear as he just stared straight up, unfocused, breathing in raspy gasps, trying hard to get hard.
“Me and the very, very sweet little cutie pie Miss Tolani are going to fuck you dry, big guy, fuck you dry. Then lick each other’s dripping wet pussy, taking turns back and forth. We’ve barely begun to ride your stiff cock, suck the cum right out of your balls.
And from here on out it’s going to hurt a little. Sorry about that big guy, but you did ask for it you know.”
I was back to teasing him, but this time it was about something that was actually happening. He was concentrating way too hard to do anything but nod.
This was familiar stuff for us, talking to him hard again. Although it hadn’t been for a fourth time in a while. But the fundamentals don’t change.
“Now, I want you to get that great big steel-hard tool of yours slamming into that poor little girl’s tonsils quick like a little bunny, OK? There’s a lot of night left, and you’ve got two very horny women who want to share every spurting drop of your steaming hot cum.”
His eyes popped wide, and he gasped hard, head jumping a foot or more above the pillow. I do great dirty talk, but that was ridiculous.
My eyes flicked down to see if she had bitten him or something. Instead, I thought I saw his shaft, his entire shaft, the whole damn thing, emerge gradually from between her tight lips. It glistened, dripping wet in the moonlight all the way to his balls.
Her hair was in the way, so I might have been wrong. But I didn’t think so.
I watched the next suck-in very closely. Back to normal, nothing different. Except he was still wet to the root.
And hard enough to start, at least.
She pushed him toward me; I pulled him over on top and spread, missionary because you can’t beat the classics, and I liked feeling him up there.
Tolani reached between us and slipped him inside me, and I gave him some solid time, then eased my great big stallion down to soft and sweet. It was late, but this time, it didn’t take long. Then I handed him over.
Tolani flipped him to his back and rode him straight to slamming, hands jammed into her crotch and having another shuddering orgasm on the way; where does that girl get the energy?
Once she had truly worn him out, I got him back for a very sweet, nice, sweaty conclusion, politely declined Tolani’s offer of another lick, and we all fell asleep for a while arm in arm.
“I’m no cum dumpster, OK? No kind of slut. I’ve got rules. Not like some girls.”
“That’s important. I guess?”
Somewhere way past 3 a.m. Tolani and I sat leaning against each other on the sofa, both still naked, smiling wide and very sweaty and flagrantly fragrant. I inhaled our threesome’s combined scents while feeling her impossibly soft and smooth skin on mine, amazed all over again by how good she felt.
Both of us still dribbled a few last drops of sperm onto the cushions. I have to get them cleaned before we had guests over.
He snored in the bedroom.
I had gotten us a half gallon of Cold Stone Ice cream and two big spoons. We ate straight from the carton, adding a chocolatey layer to the rich tastes already in our mouths, on our lips. I was going to really hate brushing her and him out in the morning.
Tolani ripped a great big hit of ice cream and let it slowly melt, eyes closed and savouring. Then passed it to me as she swallowed.
“For example, I try to be real polite, fucking husbands. I don’t want to suck any deeper than their wives, buttfuck unless she does, or do any kind of weird kinky shit unless she likes doing it too. Because I don’t want to spoil things, you know? Between them.”
“You deepthroated him, didn’t you? Your hair was in the way, but I thought you did.” I scooped a spoonful and passed it back. With a warm smile, I hoped. I wanted her to understand that I wasn’t upset.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m trying to say, OK? Trying to get to. I wanted to tell you I’m real sorry about that. I said I tried. I didn’t say I always remembered, OK? I get carried away sometimes.”
“We all do, it’s OK. We’ll be OK.”
“But I could teach you if you want? When I come home. It’s not hard. And boys, they really like that. Believe me.”
“Hmmm…” Something to think about. After all, Christmas vacation was practically around the corner.
The End
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