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She complied and I was face down on top of her. I reached under her to hold her by her breasts as I thrusted. We continued our conversation, but our voices were more strained because of the position.
“So you’re really OK with Lisa and me, you know?”
“Yeah, I’m really OK with you and Lisa, you know.” I was grinning as I said that.
“Good, ’cause I am, too. I want to do it again with her.”
“How about all three of us at the same time?” I was hopeful, but I’d take what I could get. I was already living every man’s fantasy.
“Yeah,” she panted. “Three at once. I like that.”
Thinking about that made her cum. She pushed her face into the bed to muffle her voice because she came really hard. I was close behind her, images of having sex with her and Lisa at the same time running through my mind. I came so hard that I had trouble standing. I was leaning on her, my hands resting on her ass. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, recovering.
Megan finally pulled away, freeing my softening dick from her pussy. She rolled over before sliding to the floor. Grinning wickedly, she reached for my dick. It was coated with the remains of our lovemaking. That’s why she wanted it. She had sucked my dick on a few previous occasions right after it had been in her pussy. Now, with what she had done to Lisa, she had no hesitation about tasting it. She even sounded like she enjoyed the taste, or maybe the naughtiness. Regardless, she sucked me back to life. Even though it took a while, she didn’t mind. She was playing with her pussy and sucking my dick. I didn’t feel guilty about taking so long to get ready to go again. I had a busy day, after all, what with satisfying Megan and Lisa. Not that I was complaining.
When my cock was hard enough, Megan moved onto the bed and I got on top of her. Our first encounter had been quick, almost frantic. The intent was to satisfy her pent up need. This time was romantic. I reached under her and held her upper body up off the bed in my arms as we made love. We took our time, savoring the closeness. Through it all, I couldn’t help thinking about how I had just done the same thing with Lisa in the same bed. Strangely, I didn’t feel guilty. It had been with Megan’s knowledge and permission. She had wanted it to happen as much as we had.
As I looked deeply into Megan’s eyes, all thoughts of Lisa were banished. It was fun with Lisa. I was in love with Megan. There was no doubt about that. I could never feel with Lisa what I felt with Megan. Maybe Megan knew that. Maybe that is why Megan was comfortable with letting me be alone with Lisa.
In contrast to what other things we had done, that time was so loving, so romantic. There was a closeness felt that can only exist between two people committed to each other for a lifetime. It probably reassured us both that there was no risk with inviting Lisa into our bed. We took each other time and again to the very brink, but not over the edge. By the time we were both ready to cum, we were covered with sweat. I looked into Megan’s eyes and could see it. We each knew what the other was feeling. With mutual assent, we didn’t stop at the brink that time. We drove each other over to orgasm, crying out and holding on to each other.
When we finally returned to the beach, Lisa had gone swimming. We joined her. In the water, out of earshot of others on the sandbar, we caught up to her. She was all smiles.
“Did you have fun?” she asked. “As if I had to ask.”
“Does it show?” You could clearly hear the smile in Megan’s voice.
“Yeah, it shows. I’m jealous. I didn’t look like that after my turn,” Lisa told my wife.
“That’s because you’re not married to him like I am.”
I spoke up next. “Did you decide to go swimming to cool off?”
“Well, kind of.” She looked sheepish. “I was hot – in another way. Like Megan said, I was lying there thinking about what you two were doing. I got so wet that I was afraid it would be obvious to everybody how horny I was. So, I got wet all over.” She swung her arms in wide arcs as she said the last part.
I pulled her off the sandbar into deeper water and gave her a full body hug. Her warm slippery body felt great in the cool water. She reached behind me and grabbed my butt. Megan joined us, behind Lisa, and we shared a three way hug. We were in our own little world. The crash of the waves over the sand bar and the sounds of the other people a distant murmur in our private world.
Megan noticed that the waves were getting bigger. Jolted out of our reverie, we saw that clouds were moving in from offshore. The sky that had been blue earlier was now a gray, turning darker by the minute. We swam back to the beach, arriving as the raindrops started falling. The crowd was scrambling back to their rooms to escape the gathering storm.
We were plastered by rain by the time we gathered up our things and got inside. We were sandy and salty. Megan suggested we try a three-way shower, but the shower/tub combination just wasn’t big enough. It was fun being sandwiched in there with all that female flesh, but there wasn’t room for anyone to rinse off. Being in the back, I gallantly stepped out, letting the women clean up. I finally peaked behind the shower curtain to see what all the giggling was about. Lisa had taken the showerhead off the hose and they were taking turns holding the stream of water against each other’s clit. I watched as they played. Megan finally let me have a turn with the water (and Lisa). We all ended up wrapped in towels and sitting on the big bed.
“It looks like the rest of the afternoon will be a washout. What do we do now?” Lisa asked.
Megan raised her eyebrows. “Only one thing we can do. What everybody else is probably doing.” Lisa and I looked at her. She stood on the bed, dropped her towel and exclaimed, “Have sex!”
Our towels joined hers and we were a heap of flesh, kissing and fondling. It didn’t matter who was touching whom.
Megan interrupted the revelry with a serious tone. “Gary, can Lisa and I try something else, just the two of us?”
“Sure, what do you have in mind?”
Megan looked to Lisa but held my hand tightly as she spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “I want to try a sixty-nine with Lisa.”
The expression on Lisa’s face told us both that she was interested. My dick had been slow to respond after all it had done so far that day, but the rest of me was still interested. I would wait my turn. For now, I would watch. I nodded my consent and moved to the side, much as Lisa had done that first time Megan and I had made love in front of her.
Lisa leaned forward, offering herself to my wife. Megan reached out, brushing back Lisa’s blonde hair as she touched her face. Their lips joined. I could tell their mouths were opening and their tongues were getting into the act. They pressed their bodies together and my tired dick tried to throb as I saw their nipples touch. Their kiss ended and they moved an inch or so apart, opening their eyes and blinking as they looked at each other. It was a look of tenderness, not lust, that they regarded each other with. No one spoke. There was something special in the air that no one wanted to disturb. A magical spell was covering them and I watched breathlessly.
Megan pointed to a spot right in front of me and Lisa understood, taking up her place on her back, her head on a pillow. Megan looked to me, smiled unabashedly and leaned forward onto her hands and knees. Turning to position herself, she daintily put one leg over Lisa’s face, turning to face Lisa’s feet. I watched the lovely sight as Megan lowered first her hips then her face until she was lying on top of Lisa, the two shapely bodies merging into one curvy form. Lisa’s hands reached for Megan’s ass, pulling her even lower. Megan, for her part, had reached around Lisa’s thighs and parted her lips. Megan looked at me to see if I was looking. This gesture meant a lot. She was including me in the act. She smiled before putting her face between Lisa’s legs and taking a taste.
I had eaten pussy countless times but seeing my wife do it was a novel experience. OK, it made me horny beyond belief. There is something about seeing a woman touch another woman there. The gesture is more delicate, softer somehow, than the way a man does it. I suppose only a woman can give another woman just what she wants from oral sex. Only a woman can understand what a woman wants and needs from the act. I watched with rapt attention. Not only did I enjoy looking at every man’s fantasy in the flesh, but I wanted to be able to please my wife better. Watching how she did it might give me insight into what would give her the most pleasure.
Being there, on the bed, with those two naked female bodies locked together in passion, was better than any porn movie I’ve ever seen. It’s different seeing it happen in person. There are the soft sighs, the delicate movements, that slight sound when she swallows, all little things that you can’t get from watching a movie. And the fact that it’s my wife doing it. It wouldn’t be right to sound all philosophical about the experience. My dick was finally getting hard again, about as hard as it could possibly get. I could feel it throbbing, desperate to get in the act. I wanted more than anything to join in. Well, more than almost anything. I didn’t want to break the spell. Megan and Lisa needed this time alone to share the act for the first time. I felt privileged that they even let me watch. I was going to be content to watch until they invited me to join in.
I left them alone and just watched, but I couldn’t keep my hand away from my dick. I stroked myself as slowly as I could force myself to. If I even tried a little, I knew I’d cum in seconds. I could feel contractions on my prostate. If I even thought a little harder about what I was witnessing, I’d probably shoot off. I just watched, a silent witness to the joining of two bodies, two souls.
I was wrested out of these deep thoughts by the sound of Lisa. She was cumming and she was being loud about it. Megan took the cue and now attacked her clit with a vengeance. Lisa moved her face back from Megan’s pussy while she was cumming and moaned out loud. She couldn’t thrash around because her friend’s body was on top of her. She reached out and dug her fingernails into the sheet, managing to pull one corner off the mattress. She was oblivious to everything but my wife’s tongue. Her eyes were open but her gaze was vacant. She was lost in orgasm and the rest of the world didn’t matter. I really think at that moment she wasn’t even aware the rest of the world existed. Her legs tensed as she tried unsuccessfully to lift her hips off the bed. Megan’s pussy was lonely now, Lisa unable to tend to it. I thought of putting my finger in there to keep up her level of pleasure but remembered my promise not to interfere. I got a quick look at the expression on Megan’s face as it turned briefly my way. It really looked like Megan was getting a lot of pleasure from what she was causing Lisa to feel. That touched my heart as I saw evidence of the love she felt for her friend. The sight of Lisa’s juices on my wife’s cheeks was pretty erotic, also.
Lisa was screaming now but Megan didn’t let up. The sheet was off both top corners of the mattress and bunched up around Lisa’s hands. The mattress was exposed, disrupting the white continuity of the bed. Lisa suddenly released the sheet and dug her fingernails into Megan’s smooth ass cheeks. It looked painful for Megan but she still didn’t let up. Her skin was turning red around Lisa’s fingernails. The, suddenly, Lisa hit her peak. The intense pleasure was too much for her clit to endure. Drawing on Herculean strength, she rolled and pushed Megan off her body. On her side now, Lisa drew herself into a ball. She was panting and making a sound like she was crying softly. Her body trembled from time to time as the aftershocks passed through her. Megan and I watched, both silent.
Lisa finally relaxed. She was awake, but still and quiet. She was recovering. Megan got up and crawled over to me. As she pressed her lips to mine, I could smell Lisa’s pussy. The warmth of the kiss was punctuated by the taste of Lisa. We shared her friend’s flavor. I savored it from my wife’s mouth as I also enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed against me, her nipples about as erect as I’d ever felt them. The heat of the kiss grew, our passion now released. Almost as one, as if by unspoken mutual consent, we slowly fell over to one side with me on top of Megan. I felt her legs open and I knew we wanted the same thing. I adjusted my position slightly. My dick was now in front of her pussy. As I pressed, my dick slid home into that familiar place. It was warmer and wetter than usual, a sign of how much Megan had enjoyed what she had been doing. I slid in easily, one stroke only to seat myself fully. Through the kiss, I heard her moaning into my mouth as I filled her. Her legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs to hold me tightly to her. She was lightly scratching my back with her fingernails. We fell into that primal rhythm, our bodies on autopilot performing the act as old as mankind.
I was so turned on by watching them that I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. I did everything I could to not think of what Megan had just been doing because the memory crossing my mind would set me off. Fortunately, Megan had also been on the edge so I lasted long enough for her to cum. When I felt her grip my body tighter, her pussy pulse, and a higher pitched moan, I knew I could cum. I pressed hard down on her, forcing my cock as close to her cervix as possible, and unleashed a powerful spurt. My orgasm seemed to go on forever as the pent up excitement of watching was finally set free.
When I returned to the real world, I could feel Megan’s now sweaty body slowly starting to relax and release me. We fell apart in slow motion, our bodies reluctant to part. I opened my eyes for the first time since I had entered her. Her face was lovely, the cheeks still smeared with the drying remnants of Lisa’s orgasm. I felt so in love with her. I could feel it in my chest, in the pit of my stomach even.
When Megan spoke, it was a kind of strange conversation. We were discussing what she had done with Lisa. The way we talked about it was as if Lisa wasn’t there, even though she was inches away.
“I can’t believe I did that with her,” Megan said, a laugh tingeing her voice.
“I’ll never forget it,” I replied with intensity. I meant it.
“Yeah, guys fantasize about that.” It was a statement of fact.
“Probably. This guy sure does.” Ordinarily my words might have made her feel jealous. Not here. Not now. Not after what we had all done.
“I never thought I’d do that. It just kind of happened.” She was quiet for a few minutes, thinking. Then, she continued. “I’m glad it happened.” She looked over to Lisa, acknowledging her for the first time since she started speaking. Lisa smiled. Then, Lisa reached for her hand and squeezed it lightly. I could hear the storm outside now. The rain was being driven against the window by a strong wind. Inside the room, it was dry and comfortable. Safe.
Megan, holding Lisa’s hand, put both their hands on mine. “We need to do it together now. All three of us at the same time.” Again, it wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. She said it as casually as if she were saying it was time for us to eat dinner, or that we were going to take a shower. Lisa and I nodded.
We made love again, but this time the two women invited me to participate with them. We flowed from one position to another. Sometimes, I entered one woman from behind while she went down on the other woman’s pussy. One sat on my dick while the other licked the point where we were joined. That was interesting, feeling a tongue on my dick as it penetrated a pussy. She licked from my dick to my partner’s clit. A particularly memorable one was when the women sixty-nined and I fucked the one on top. Again, the one on the bottom ate her pussy while I screwed it. I lasted a long time because of all the orgasms I had experienced that day. When I finally came, I pulled out and Megan ate my cum from Lisa’s cunt. The rest of the afternoon passed that way, hours spent in bed. We tried every variation we could think of. I think we even invented a few new ones.
After we took a break for dinner, we returned to bed. I was worn out by all the activity of the afternoon, but the women could keep going. And they did. I watched and joined in when I could get it up. I fell asleep watching them do each other. The rest of the trip was spent the same way, mostly in the hotel room. In a way, it was silly to rent a hotel room. We could have done the same thing at home. I guess it was different doing it in a hotel.
On the way home, the women took turns driving. I stayed in the back seat, playing with the woman who wasn’t driving at the time. I’d like to say I had sex the entire way home, but that would be a lie. I couldn’t possibly have kept that up. Oh, there was sex, but in between there was lots of kissing and oral sex. We stayed low in the seat so passing cars on the interstate couldn’t see us. It was adventurous, like going parking when we were teenagers. It was a lot more fun than I ever had as a teenager, though. When we got home, we were all tired but smiling.
After we dropped off Lisa, Megan and I drove home while we talked about the weekend. It was apparent that we both enjoyed experimenting. It was a series of firsts. When we walked in the front door, I felt the familiar smell of home. It wasn’t the same, though. We had crossed boundaries since we had last been here. I was nervous about how that might affect our marriage, our relationship. It was what Megan said when we got in bed that night which finally put my fears at rest.
“I had fun trying new things,” she said to me as I held her in the dark, her naked body feeling warm against mine. “I’m glad we did that, but I’m really glad that it’s you I came home to.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I pulled her tighter against me and felt safe.
The End
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I grinned. “That was so incredible,” I said quietly.
Rachel looked down at the wet stains in front of me, the remains of my orgasm. “You liked that, did you?” she asked with a big smile.
I nodded vigorously. She leaned over to me and kissed me. Usually when we kiss, I notice her smell. It’s the smell of her perfume, or her shampoo, or just that warm scent of her skin. Not this time. This time, she smelled like Laura. There was no doubt that she smelled like her friend’s pussy. If there had been, the taste in her mouth would have settled the issue. We were both tasting Laura’s juices now. I held her body to mine, feeling her soft boobs pressed to my chest, and shared the taste. I had just seen her act out a secret fantasy I had held for many years and I loved her so much at that moment. We had now both shared Laura in the most intimate way.
When the kiss ended, we looked at each other. The scent of pussy was in the air between us. Truthfully, it was probably in the entire room, but it was especially strong there, next to Rachel’s face.
“Thank you for letting us do that alone. We needed to try it in our own way.”
“Rachel, thank you for letting me watch. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Rachel thought for a moment. “It doesn’t bother you that I did it with her?”
“Not at all. You didn’t mind me doing it with Laura.”
“But you’re a boy I’m a girl – doing it with a girl.”
“I know,” I said eagerly. “That’s what made it so exciting.” After a moment, we both looked over at Laura, who had rolled over and opened her eyes. “Are you going to let her do it to you?”
Rachel turned to face me. “If you want me to.”
“Do you want that?” I asked her.
There was just a moment’s pause before Rachel said, “Yes. I’d like that a lot. I want to feel how a woman does it.”
“I want it, too. I want to see her please you. I want to watch her make you cum.”
“Thank you,” Rachel told me quietly. She planted a light kiss on my lips, and then moved out of my arms to rejoin Laura. Laura opened up and Rachel was again lying on top of her as they shared a passionate kiss. Laura’s hands moved down my wife’s back to hold her ass. Laura whispered something to Rachel that I couldn’t hear. Rachel nodded and rolled off Laura. Laura positioned herself over Rachel’s tits, sucking her nipples. The look on Rachel’s face was amazing – pure enjoyment. Her eyes were closed, but the expression on her face was unmistakable. I enjoyed seeing my wife being pleased by her friend. After a few minutes of playing with both breasts, Laura moved lower, kissing her way down to Rachel’s pussy. Rachel had opened her eyes to watch what Laura was doing. Now she was supporting herself on her forearms so she could lift her head up enough to see. When Laura’s tongue made contact with her lips, Rachel’s arms gave out and she fell back to the bed. Laura explored with less hesitation than Rachel had shown. Maybe she knew how pleasurable it was, or maybe she had done this before. Either way, Rachel was enjoying what Laura was doing to her body. I was soon stroking my erection again, captivated by the spectacle before me. Seeing two women making love is such a beautiful sight. They show such tenderness and confidence.
Rachel must have been worked up by the whole situation because it took Laura less time to make her cum than I would have thought. Rachel looked over at me when her orgasm hit. She might have been seeking my acceptance, or maybe she wanted to see how I was reacting to seeing someone else making her cum. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She smiled back and her gaze returned to Laura. Her hands were now on the back of Laura’s head and her legs were lifting off the bed. Laura didn’t let up until Rachel cried out, determined to give her a memorable experience. After, she kept giving Rachel’s pussy little kisses and licks, pointedly avoiding her sensitive clit but covering the rest of the area around it. In time, she moved back to Rachel’s face and they shared a long deep French kiss.
After a little while, Rachel reached out for me. I moved to her and she put her arm around the back of my neck. She pulled me to her so I could kiss her as well. She moved between kissing me and kissing Laura. I was so close to the two of them that I could smell Rachel’s juices on Laura’s face. The three of us basked in the afterglow, three friends sharing a magical moment. No one was in a hurry for it to end.
Eventually we got out of bed and cleaned up. Rachel showered first with me, then asked me if I minded if Laura joined her. I told her I didn’t. We talked about what the two of them had done and I assured her I didn’t mind. In fact, I enjoyed seeing it very much. I got out of the shower and dried off. Then, still naked, I found Laura gently playing with herself on the bed and told her Rachel was waiting for her in the shower. She looked at me as if trying to see if I minded. I smiled and told her to have fun playing with my wife. She got the message and joined Rachel. It took them a long time to finish, but I didn’t mind. When they came out, I was already dressed. They got ready quickly and we got something to eat.
That afternoon we planned to lay out on the beach. The weather was warm with scattered clouds. We found a vacant spot of sand to place our towels and started sunning. I was lying between the two women. After about an hour, I finished the book I was reading and commented that I was going back to the room to get my other book.
“Laura, why don’t you go with him,” Rachel suggested calmly. Laura and I both turned to Rachel, unsure we had heard her correctly. Ordinarily, the suggestion wouldn’t have meant anything. In the light of what had we had done lately, the meaning was clear. Whether it was our sudden quietness or she felt us looking at her, Rachel continued, “Go ahead, it’s OK with me.”
I leaned over to kiss Rachel’s cheek. She whispered to me, “I’ll be out here thinking about what you are doing with her and getting very wet. I want to hear all about it when you get back.”
Shaking my head in disbelief, I got to my knees and reached for Laura’s hand. The blonde took my hand and we walked back to the room. We didn’t speak on the way, but she did hold on very tightly to my hand. We both knew what was going to happen when we got inside the room. On the walk, I don’t think I could have gotten any harder.
I opened the door and let Laura go in before me. I closed the door behind me, the click of the lock seeming to echo in the otherwise empty room. Sure, we had had sex before, but with Rachel present. This was the first time we had been alone together, at least for this purpose. Laura smiled shyly and reached behind her neck to untie the top of her bikini. I watched the cups fall away, exposing her breasts. The nipples were erect, but I don’t think it was because of the cool air-conditioning. She untied the bottom string and her top fell to the floor between us. I watched it fall. She reached out for me and I hugged her, kissing her passionately as I felt her tits crushing against my bare chest. I held her to me so tightly that I could feel the bulge of my erection pressing against her mound. She could feel it, too. She pressed harder, rubbing her mound against the lump in my swimsuit. I pulled my lips from hers, sucking at her bottom lip as I did and ending the kiss in a wet sloppy fashion. We were smiling at each other when I opened my eyes.
We still didn’t speak. I dropped to my knees and kissed her pussy through the bikini bottom. Next, I put a thumb in each side and pulled down, exposing her patch of blonde hair. The crotch of her suit held on to a strand of her wetness as it moved down. She was as wet as I was hard. The suit slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. I held her by her ass cheeks and pressed my face into her pussy, my tongue working its way into her slit. She was so wet and hot that it was almost like putting my face into a warm saucer of water. I was enjoying tasting her. She was enjoying it, judging by the way she broke the silence with her whimpers. I felt her hands on my head, guiding me to the correct spots. I expected to eat her out for a lot longer, but she pulled me away after what seemed only like a minute. I looked up questioningly at her.
She said, “I want it now,” as she fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. She scooted fully onto the bed (avoiding the wet spot from earlier) and opened her legs. I crawled after her, my erection dangling and bobbing from side to side as I moved. She seemed to like watching it swing.
When I reached her, she grasped my dick and aimed it towards her slit. I felt her sliding it along her wet pussy. She cooed as the tip passed over her clit, and then moved it lower to enter her. Her hands slid along my sides as I entered her. I sank fully into her because she was so wet. When I was fully inside I dropped softly onto her. It was then that I fully realized we were doing this alone, without Rachel there. It was like cheating on my wife, even though she had given her permission. I actually thought about Rachel lying alone on the beach as I screwed Laura.
Well, I thought about Rachel for the first few minutes. When Laura really started getting into it, moaning and calling out, I couldn’t think of anything except the naked blonde lying underneath me. It wasn’t that I loved Rachel any less. In a way, I was doing this because I loved Rachel so much. I was certainly having fun, but I wouldn’t have ever done it with Laura if not for Rachel’s insistence. Laura was a lot more vocal when we were alone. She moaned, and she talked. She wasn’t shy about asking me to do it certain ways.
I sat up and placed her legs over my shoulders. She liked it that way a lot. Before long, I had her ass lifted off the bed and I was pushing hard into her. By the sounds she was making, she liked it rough. Next, she wanted to get on top. I started to pull out but she stopped me. Holding me close to her, she guided me into rolling over while still inside her. I almost came out at the end of the roll, but we successfully ended up with her on top and my dick still safely inside her. She immediately started riding me hard, impaling her slender body on my cock.
“What makes it so exciting?” I asked rhetorically as she rode me and I thrust up into her.
She closed her eyes, smiled, and drew in a deep breath. “Doing it with you. Knowing Rachel is out there,” pointing to the door, “and that she knows what we are doing. It’s naughty and wrong, but not really wrong because we have her permission.”
“Not just her permission, she practically pushed us together.”
Laura nodded. Then, she became more introspective. “How do you really feel about seeing me with her?”
Thinking about that again got me even hornier. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her eagerly. “I loved watching. I wanted to join in, but I knew you wanted to be alone.”
“It wasn’t the first time I’ve done it, but I think it was the first for Rachel. I’ve wanted her for a long time but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I guess the time was just right.”
I thought some more about her earlier question. “If you’re asking if I’m alright with you doing it again with her, yes! Oh, yes!” The thought of seeing them making love to each other drove me to more energetic thrusts against Laura’s bottom.
“Yes!” she echoed. Then, more in control, “Maybe you’d like to join in next time.”
That did it. I came at her words. I pushed my hips upward into her, lifting her in the process. My legs were tensed. It was like I was trying to push my cum into her body with more force by using my legs. She was in front of me, but I was thinking about Rachel. Rachel and her – together.
“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” she said with a broad smile. “Oh, yes.” She wiggled her bottom on me as I was getting soft. It felt nice, but I could feel my dick coming out of her pussy. “Do something for me?” It was a question. I nodded. “Do what you did to Rachel, eat me now?” I thought it over for a moment. I did it because Rachel really liked it. I didn’t mind because it was my own cum I was tasting – and I really liked eating pussy. I felt at that moment I could do it for Laura as well. I had enjoyed her body so much that I wanted to do it for her. I nodded. Laura continued speaking. “No guy has ever done that to me, eaten my pussy after he came in me. It was so hot watching you do that to Rachel.”
She climbed off, a rush of warm fluid coming out of her pussy when she got up. It pooled on my lower stomach. She looked at it, then at me with an impish grin. She leaned forward and licked, tasting both of us. After a few licks, she leaned over and kissed me. “Thanks,” she whispered. She rolled onto her back with her legs open. I put my face where my dick had been and quickly gave her the orgasm I denied her when I came before her a few minutes before. Most of my cum had leaked out when she got off me so I barely tasted myself. After I finished, I lay on top of her and kissed her. She moaned during the kiss, enjoying the taste.
“That was as good as I expected it would be,” she told me. Then, “You’re hard from doing that.”
“I’m hard from eating your pussy. I love to eat pussy. Ask Rachel.”
“She’s told me.” Seeing my expression, she explained, “We talk a lot about sex, even more than when you’re around.” Without explanation, she got up and turned around, moving on top of me in a sixty-nine. She was shorter than me so I had to bend my neck to reach, but we managed. It wasn’t as comfortable as doing it with Rachel but it was still fun.
After I finally came in Laura’s mouth, she got up.
“That was great! I came two more times,” she told me.
“It took me awhile because I had just had an orgasm,” I explained.
Laura kissed me, the smell of sperm on her breath. “We should probably clean up and go back out. Rachel is probably dying to hear what we’ve been doing.”
We both laughed at that.
“Let’s not clean up,” I suggested. “At least not completely. Wipe up the obvious remains, but let’s go out there like we are. I want her to be able to smell you and taste you on me.”
“Sounds naughty,” Laura said slowly. Then, more quickly, “I like it.”
She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned only where it would be really obvious outside her bikini. She looked me over and decided I was fine the way I was. We got dressed to rejoin my wife.
“Ready?” she asked.
“Ready,” I replied.
Hand in hand, we walked back out to where we had left Rachel, big smiles on our faces. I suppose some people could tell what we had just done, and I didn’t care.
Rachel was still lying down on her stomach and reading. There was no one near us. When she saw me out of the corner of her eye, she practically leapt up.
“Well?” she asked.
“Well?” I mimicked.
“What have you two been doing?” she asked.
As Rachel kissed me, Laura said, “What do you think we’ve been doing?”
During the kiss, Rachel could obviously smell and taste what we had been up to because the kiss suddenly heated up.
“I can tell. Do you know how hot it made me to be out here alone, knowing what was going on in the room?”
“Tell me,” I ventured.
Rachel took my hand. Looking around to be sure no one was near enough to see, she pressed my hand to her crotch. Even though her bikini bottom was too dark to see the wet stain, I could easily feel how damp the fabric was. I took the opportunity to work a finger into her slit through her suit. She groaned.
I saw that look of indecision in her eyes again. She was thinking about doing something. Something wild. My finger must have helped her make her decision. She took my hand in hers, gripping me tightly.
“Watch our stuff. We’ll be back later,” Rachel called to Laura as she practically dragged me to my feet and across the sand to our room. I looked back to Laura. She was smiling broadly and telling us to “have fun”. As we passed the pool, I could see a few people staring at us. One guy was shaking his head. They must have seen me go there with Laura a short while ago and now again with another woman.
When we got to the door, Rachel just looked at me, her eyes burning with lust. I put my key in the lock and opened the door. Rachel pushed and we were both inside, the door banging closed behind us. Rachel’s hands were all over me at once.
“I got so horny out there, knowing what you two were doing in here. I almost couldn’t stand it.” She was breathless as she spoke those words.
“To tell the truth, I was thinking about you when I was with Laura. It was strange doing it without you here.”
“I got so fucking wet.” Her choice of words was uncharacteristic for her. “I thought about going for a swim so I could play with myself in the water.”
She now had both of us undressed. Her left hand was fondling her pussy while her right stroked me.
“You’re still damp,” she thought out loud. Dropping to her knees, she took the first few inches of my shaft in her mouth. “You still taste like her. You didn’t even clean up.”
“Do you mind?” I asked.
“Mm-mm,” she said with her mouth full. She shook her head with my dick still attached. She was trying to smile around the shaft. I could see her smiling with her eyes. She took a deep breath and took me in as far as she had ever done. My knees sagged with the sensation. I gripped her head for balance.
Coming up for air, she released my hardon. “Get on the bed,” she ordered, clearly in control. She wanted me badly at that moment. I was not going to argue. I got on my back. I watched fascinated as she mounted me. Her fingers parted her wet lips and she lowered her opening to me. The moment of contact was enhanced by her intense wetness and warmth. I gasped. She never paused, taking in my full length before stopping. When I bottomed out inside her, she was sitting on me. She looked at me and smiled, more relaxed now.
“I needed this,” she said, the commanding tone gone from her voice. “Sorry I was so insistent.”
“No problem. I knew what you were going to do. I didn’t mind. I wanted this, too.”
She started moving up and down, her pussy caressing my dick. Her face showed how pent up her emotions were. She was intent on talking all through the event.
“I thought it wouldn’t bother me that you two were alone together.” At that, I grew concerned and she saw it in my expression. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t regret telling you to do it. I just thought I’d wait for you to get back and ask you to tell me all about it. What I didn’t count on was getting so horny. I kept seeing in my mind what you were doing and I wanted to be a part of it. It was like I could see you doing her, hear the moans and the bed creak, all in my head. It was killing me that I couldn’t be here. I was in public so I couldn’t even stick my hand in my pants.”
“You could have joined us at any time. You know that.”
“I didn’t want to,” she explained. “I wanted you to have some time alone. I always get to have you alone. I wanted to give that to Laura. I wanted to really share you with her. It just turned me on so much to think about it, knowing it was really going on right at that moment.”
All through this, she was riding me hard. The exertion was apparent in our voices. We spoke, but grunts and groans were evident in our speech, combined with deep breathing. And the bed creaked.
“You’re lasting a long time,” she said. I usually was able to last, but not while doing it this vigorously.
“It helps that I just had an orgasm,” I told her. She smiled at that.
“Just one?” she asked.
“Two,” I told my wife, her eyes lighting up. “Once while fucking, and a second time in a sixty-nine.”
Rachel asked for more details. I related everything we had done, as well as what we had talked about.
“This feels great, but my knees are exhausted,” Rachel said, sounding disappointed.
“Stand up and put your face down at the edge of the bed. I’ll do you from behind.”
contd
I have decided to end the series in 7 parts so this is the penultimate part as always CONSTRUCTIVE critique is welcome

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