She bent back up at last, kicked jeans and shoes from her feet and pushed her hair mostly in the back of her ears. Then turned to face us in the cutest, laciest bra and panty set I’ve ever seen. The purest virginal white imaginable, she simply glowed in the moonlight.
Little pink bows at her hips and cleavage. “Great undies too,” I mouthed and got a wink as a reward.
When she reached behind with both hands, her breasts pushed out even more. Once freed, the ends snapped around to her front, they had been pulled tight. She shrugged it off and away.
Shoulders back and chin up, she cupped her breasts and pinched the nips even higher than they already were. Lifted each one in turn to her mouth. Her tongue slid out, and she gave them both a long, slow, slurpy lick. Just like I always wished I could do.
My husband’s hipbones pressed even harder into my butt, poking himself all the way through my thighs and out the other side.
Thumbs into the waistband, she pushed her panties over and off her wonderfully round buttocks. Then she stood there in front of us, hands in her hair, and wiggled, jiggled and giggled them to the floor.
“Ta da!”
She gracefully opened her arms wide and shook all that hair, mostly behind her shoulders. Got one knee slightly up and rotated her hips, just like beautiful girls are born knowing how to do. Standing there all naked, gorgeous and eager to get laid.
I didn’t know whether to admire her or hate her. But I knew one thing for certain – I envied her to pieces.
She skipped over to our bed “Ooo! You started without me!” She was watching a small drop of semen gather at the dark head poking out from between my thighs. It sparkled in the bedroom’s moonlight.
She reached out, touched, and then licked him off her finger.
“And you too!” she giggled; she ran her wet finger across my wet thigh, then licked that. “Yummy!”
Gracefully sliding in to lie beside me, Tolani looked at him and snapped the elastic of my panties. “These have got to go. Don’t you think?”
Our neighbour, nude and nubile, was in our bed and casually discussing the state of my undies with my husband.
This is going to take some getting used to, I thought.
I had been teasing him terribly about having sex with another woman. But it was all part of the game. I never thought I will actually do anything like that. Just sexy conversation about wanting to stroke her soft skin, kiss her ripe lips, suck her firm nipples. Lick her glistening clitoris, slide my tongue into her wet and swollen cunt. I knew all the words, and phrases.
Porn clichés. And I had used them all. Shamelessly and with lusty enthusiasm.
Now I was going to have to decide exactly how much of that was just talk. I really didn’t know how far I wanted to go.
“May I?” She was already pushing on my hip, rolling me to my back as he pulled out from between my legs, my bottom and thighs suddenly missing his familiar, comforting warmth.
“Go ahead.” He eased to the edge of the bed with a great big grin, giving her room to position me.
But first, she leaned down, opened wide, and sucked my husband into her mouth. Deep.
She held him inside, looking straight up and into his eyes. He just froze, transfixed at the sight. Goodness knows we had talked about another woman sucking him plenty of times before. But I don’t think he ever really believed it would happen. And I wasn’t sure how I felt about seeing that either. At least not just yet.
Her eyes flicked over to me. Judging my reaction, I thought. At seeing my husband inside her. I tied very hard to smile at her, at least faintly.
It must have been enough; she sat back with a loud ‘pop!’ Flashed a quick, bright, eager smile at me, then up to him, then crawled in my direction. Lifting my ankles, she pointed my toes to the ceiling, got my calves against her breasts and leaned forward.
Bending me double and prying my butt from the bedspread. Grab, tug, lean back, up and over her shoulder with a flourish, and I was now as naked as they were. She’s had practice getting a woman out of her panties, I thought.
But she didn’t let me lower my legs. Instead, she leaned forward again, bending me in half once more, and laying down on top of me with my toes behind her ears and her tummy pressing into the back of my thighs.
Hair tumbled down all around us as she leaned in for a huge wet kiss, her tongue probing and her pelvis pushing into my butt in an unmistakable sex beat.
She tasted like semen. He’s getting ready to cum was the last thought I remembered. We floated together, lips locked together, for I don’t know how long.
Breaking, at last, she allowed me to unfold, riding my calves upwards. Sat back and motioned for me to move a little over.
“He’s almost ready to cum, you know?”
I nodded, unable to talk for a few moments while I got my breath back. Well, that settled the kissing question. I liked it. A lot.
“OK, so you over here,” Tolani said to my husband and pointed to the centre of the bed, “And we’ll get the first one out of the way. Means you can start on the second one that much sooner.”
He scooted, eyes wide and a big, stupid grin splitting his face. She settled in between his thighs, pried them wide, and leaned over onto one while leaving plenty of room beside her. She patted his hairy skin, halfway between his knee and erection. Unnecessary, but I was still a little stunned from that kiss, a head full of fog and moving kind of slow.
She flipped her flowing hair around so I wouldn’t lie on it and adjusted herself a few inches higher on the bed. Held him in her hand, way down low, pointing the black dick head straight toward me as I eventually got into position. “Your turn,” she smiled.
I moved my head to the right level, got my elbows below, worked up some moisture in my mouth and leaned toward him. I opened wide and she guided him into me.
Salty, he really is only minutes away, I thought as I closed my lips around the head, got him tight, then sucked in hard. I felt him scrape over my teeth and his dick slid inside me. I trapped it between my tongue and roof, generating some nice friction while pushing down onto him, getting as much as I could inside, all the way to the back on the first stroke. Trying to show off for the visitor in our bed.
He put his hand on the top of my head, but he knows damn well not to pull me onto him. I broke him from that ugly habit very early on.
I felt her squirm a little beside me as I let him slip back out, then sucked in again very hard and every bit as deep. Holding him in this time, just like she had done, waiting for the tears to gather in my closed eyes. Then started stroking my head in earnest.
I reached up to tickle his balls, found another hand already there, so I got my elbow back below me without missing a single beat. I suck a mean dick.
Her hand came up, tugged some of my hair behind my ear, then continued across my back. Down, very slowly, fingertips only, feather-light feeling each and every bump on my spine on the way to the base, and then again on the way back up. I felt marvellous, firm breasts press into my arm. “You’re even prettier than I thought with his dick in your mouth,” she sighed.
His erection throbbed inside me, hard and hot. I sucked him in and out, pumping smooth and easy, feeling his thigh tense next to my shoulder. Tighten. Moments now.
I really do like to swallow the big mouthful he always produced, but I wanted to be a good hostess. So I slowed, stopped and slipped back. He popped out and groaned piteously.
I reached up and pushed my husband in Tolani’s direction.
She smiled a quick thanks at me, took a deep breath and slid him right in, but not all the way this time. Didn’t pump at all. Just held him in medium, the centre of her tongue right behind the tip, and worked her jaw back and forth, sliding it side to side.
Extending him for a few extra seconds. “You’re very pretty like that too,” I returned her compliment while stroking all that sumptuous hair. Surprised to suddenly realize that I didn’t mind sharing him with her at all. She smiled at me around my husband’s erection.
I let my hand slide down and tickled his balls, my turn now, very gently, fingernails only. He groaned again, harder. Deeper.
I checked carefully. My lipstick was maybe a few millimetres closer to the base of his erection than hers. I’m not competitive. I didn’t think I would have minded if it wasn’t. But it was, and seeing that make me feel good.
Her jaw kept on working, but her eyebrows arched suddenly at me. I knew the question, of course. I had decided the answer when I handed him over to her. “I’ve had him plenty of times,” I whispered.
She grinned back at me again, let him slip out until the base of the head was clearly visible between her white teeth, then closed her lips and sucked him in slow but hard once, twice, and he was cumming into her mouth on the third plunge.
She held him in at the very bottom, took the first spurts, then quickly pulled her head back and off, pointing him over at me. It took a second to register, I was very new at sharing a cocksuck, and a lot of his semen dribbled down the shaft. I got him back into my mouth and kept my lips wide all the way down, chasing after it.
He didn’t seem to mind. He groaned again, but this time in pure bliss as I sucked hard at the bottom, gathering up the last few drops with my tongue.
I held him inside until I was sure he was done, then a little longer then pulled still sucking hard until I held the head just behind my teeth. Licked the final drop from the opening, smiled up at his closed eyes and finally let him out. Both of us gasping for air.
As he collapsed into the bed, Tolani reached around my head and pulled me in for another open-mouth kiss, my husband’s sperm glittering on her lips and chin. Her tongue pushed some of him into my mouth, and I tried to do the same for her, evening things out.
We both swallowed together, holding the kiss long after it was all gone.
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