That was perhaps the most confusing sensation of all, my own jealousy and arousal clashing with Alli’s obvious pleasure and her utter abandon in enjoying it, but I was somehow gratified that she had so enjoyed herself. Her pleasure has always brought me a great deal of pleasure as well, and even in this unique situation it still did. Maybe she’d needed him to be in her at that moment, as she came, and really it was what I’d anticipated when we first made the decision to go ahead with them, that expectation later tempered by Michael’s hesitancy.
One thing about Allison – one of so many things – that I’d always loved and taken a great deal of satisfaction and enjoyment from was the way that she’s able to make love with complete abandon and total involvement, taking her pleasure from and giving pleasure to me while the rest of the world seems to temporarily cease to exist for her.
She’s that way with me, and so she’d done the same with Michael; it shouldn’t have come as such a body-blow to me. If I’d thought about it ahead of time, about how utterly involved she’d likely be, I would have expected it, but I hadn’t and it rocked me. Still, there was a visceral, sexually voyeuristic thrill mixed in with my angst.
These thoughts flitted through my head even as I was hyper-aware of the fact that my cock was still buried to the hilt in Michael’s wife, the very thing he’d so recently said he was unable to accept. It had felt incredible coming inside of her, a strong, powerful orgasm, and her hot, slick pussy gripped me still, squeezing and seeming to milk my cock as her own orgasm slowly waned.
Now, though, we were faced with the aftermath.
Marci was still astride me, still gently grinding on my cock as the ripples of her orgasm receded. Michael glanced over at us and I felt a small pang of guilt for fucking and then coming inside of his wife, but only momentarily. She’d been the one that had moved to take me inside, after all, much as Alli had done with Michael. Anyway, it was difficult to feel guilty about it when I was still watching Alli moving up and down, slowly fucking herself on his huge cock even as his cum leaked from her and ran in white rivulets down the part of his thick shaft that remained exposed.
He probably had seven or eight inches of his cock inside of her, filling her so that his cum was being forced out around it even past her tight seal, but that still left several inches that she couldn’t accommodate and the tiny streams of glistening white semen ran down his dark cock to coat his balls and pool at his groin. When I recalled how Marci had somehow taken his cock in its entirety at the party I was mildly amazed at how well she seemed to fit me!
My eyes moved from where their bodies were joined up to Alli’s flushed and sweat-sheened face, only to find her watching me watch them. Her eyes were wild with arousal and barely-sated lust, and when she knew she had my attention she softly whispered, “Oh my god!”
I watched a drop of sex-sweat drip from her chin and onto his throat as I gave her a small smile. “Did you enjoy that?”
She blew out a long, tired breath as she nodded before looking down at Michael, and then bent forward and kissed him. When she broke the kiss she stayed close to him, saying, “That was incredible! God, you’re huge. I came so hard! Did you enjoy it?”
He gave a small laugh, his hips rising to meet her movements. “Oh yes, very much. I think that’s pretty obvious.”
Alli laughed, a familiar and comforting sound. “Yes, you seemed to, and if the mess you made is any indication…. And the way it felt when you were coming, my god.” She looked over at us again. “Did you two have fun?”
Marci and I looked at each other for a moment, her head turned so she could look over her shoulder at me. Seeing my administrative assistant and friend naked and astride my cock, her soft ass pressed to my belly, was rather incongruous now, post-coitus. The initial charge of pure arousal and mindless lust spent, I think she felt it too, but we laughed and moved on. She spoke first.
“I know I did! All the times I’ve fantasized about it, and still the real thing was better. I just knew you’d be hot in the sack, boss. God, that felt so good!”
I smiled. “For me too, just incredible – but Marce, please call me Dave, not boss. It was amazingly good, intense, especially when it happened like that, so unexpected. We were just going to play and see how things went, then all of a sudden… well, you know.” I glanced at Michael, still not sure how he’d take the sudden change of direction, a change that had gone utterly sideways to his expressed wishes.
He caught my glance and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, you know. Maybe I was being foolish… I knew what was going to happen, but at the last second I had doubts. Serious doubts.”
I nodded. “Me too – difference was, you voiced them.”
“The girls made the decision for us, it seems. I guess I’ll survive… maybe.” He laughed. “So you fucked Marci, and Alli definitely took charge and decided to fuck me, and the world didn’t grind to a halt. I was just being stupid, I guess.”
Marci looked over at him, saying, “No, not stupid. Never that. You were just nervous, babe, and a little jealous I think. But honey, I really needed to be fucked; I needed a cock in me. You know how I am.”
He nodded. “I do, and yeah, I get that. It’s all good though, right?” He looked down at his stomach, where Alli was still gently riding him, his cock still huge and hard as it slid slowly in and out of her wet, well-used pussy with her movements, white rivulets of semen sliding down his dark shaft. He took a shuddering breath. “Really good. God, that feels incredible. Girl, you keep that up and we’re headed for round two.”
Alli smiled, biting her lower lip playfully as she looked first at me and then at him. She leaned forward, bracing her left hand on his powerful pectoral muscle as her right went behind her, gently exploring his balls and the thick, veiny part of his cum-slick shaft that was still exposed.
“I’m up for that if you are – and it feels like you are!” Only her hips were moving now, gliding up and down as she rode him, fucking herself on his cock, her torso still as she continued to take him in again and again, keeping him hard and obviously enjoying herself. Her fingers were still stroking his huge shaft just below where he entered her, occasionally wandering down to fondle his heavy, cum-slathered balls. “God, that feels so good, so big and hard.”
I was still mostly hard too, the combination of Marci’s tight, hot pussy gripping me and seeing Alli so enjoying herself, the sight of my wife’s cum-slick pussy sliding on his thick shaft keeping my arousal at a high pitch. I knew that I wasn’t good for a second go-round without at least a brief break, though, despite what Michael might or might not be able to do.
Alli knew that about me too, and knew I’d be embarrassed if he could go again immediately when I couldn’t; even as she pushed herself toward another orgasm with him, his massive cock filling her, she tossed me a lifeline. “Show Marci that thing you do – you know, the one that always makes me come so good.”
I knew what she meant of course, and had been considering doing just that as I felt myself beginning to become flaccid inside of Marci. She turned again and looked back at me as she felt me begin to slip from her slippery pussy. “You got tricks up your sleeve, chief?”
“Mmm, no sleeves, just tricks – and no chief either, okay?”
She just laughed – which squeezed me out of her like a slippery bar of soap from a wet hand. We both gasped as my semi-flaccid cock slipped free in a gush of cum, and then she was fondling me, my cum-covered cock and balls deliciously slick and sensitive in her talented fingers.
I’d planned to have her roll aside and kiss my way down her body, taking my time with her incredible breasts and sensitive nipples before eventually working my way to her cum-filled pussy, but seeing her on top of me with her soft, full ass and her aroused, creamy pussy dripping cum on me changed my mind. I had my hands on her hips, and I pulled her back toward me.
It took her a moment to understand what I wanted, but when she did she looked at me with a surprised expression, her eyebrows rising. “You sure?”
“Absolutely, yes.”
That was all she needed to hear, and she moved backward until her cum-filled pussy was over my face. She’d dripped a pearlescent trail on my chest and stomach, and now dribbled a bit on my chin and throat as well, but when I pulled her down to me and buried my tongue in her sopping pussy I heard her gasp and felt a powerful shudder of arousal run through her.
It took her almost no time to come, the deliciously dirty thrill of what I was doing to her probably more arousing than the actual act. By her surprised expression I’d figured that this was the first time anyone had gone down on her freshly-fucked and cum-filled pussy, and, like Alli that first time, she seemed to find it intensely arousing and perhaps a little nasty and illicit as well, and the naughty, forbidden nature of it clearly appealed to her.
When she came it was loud and sudden, and as her body tensed with her climax it forced a gush of our combined fluids from her and into my mouth. Her hips were moving, eagerly grinding her pussy against my lips, and I continued to lap and suck at her, my tongue alternating between exploring her slick opening and flicking her big, hard clit as her movements brought them to my mouth. She came a second time soon after, groaning and then crying out as a powerful orgasm racked her body.
As Marci’s second orally-driven orgasm crested and receded I heard Alli building toward one as well, first low moans and then becoming more verbal, her voice strained and intense as she said, “God yes! Fuck me… ohh, fuck, yes, deep, yes, yes! Like that, yes, give me that big cock, ohhh, fuck! Fuck… coming!”
Between her sounds and the sounds and sensations of Marci’s orgasms, coupled with the incredibly sexy and sensual taste, scent and feel of her pussy against my lips, I felt a tremor of arousal run through me and knew my cock was thickening and hardening, slowly coming back to life. Marci noticed too, and as her orgasm passed she bent forward over me and took me into her mouth.
I groaned at the intense sensation of her warm lips and tongue on me and wrapped my arms up and over her hips, holding her to my face in a classic sixty-nine position as we continued to pleasure each other. I slipped my hand over her soft ass, squeezing and kneading it as I tongued her, and then down to where my fingers could slide into her cummy pussy as I sucked on her clit. She responded well to that, moaning and tightening on my two fingers, and when I slid them out and slowly pushed my cum-slick middle finger into the tight rosebud of her anus she came again, bucking against my lips as she groaned around my rigid cock in her mouth.
Fully hard again and throbbing, I had the comfort of knowing I would be able to last a good long while after my earlier orgasm, so I could relax and enjoy the sensations her talented lips and tongue were creating – and listen to my wife having another massive orgasm!
I tried to look and see what they were doing, for some reason wanting desperately to watch them fuck, to see Alli coming, but all I could see by moving my eyes was Alli’s head and shoulders. That was enough to tell me that she was now on her hands and knees, undoubtedly with him behind her, thrusting his huge cock into her tender pussy doggy-style as he gripped her hips. Her hair was hanging down, hiding her face from my view, but I could hear every sound she made and see her body rock with each deep thrust as she came. Her arms, bracing her against his thrusts, were shaking under his assault, quivering with her intense orgasm, but it was apparent that she was loving every second of it.
At the peak of her climax, she threw her head back, her hair flying clear of her face just for a moment. She was flushed and glistening, eyes tightly closed, and her expression of intense pleasure could just as easily have been read as one of intense pain if you didn’t know her. I do know her, however, very well, and I knew she was having a shattering, mind-blowing orgasm as he continued to drive his huge cock into her.
She cried out as she came and her arms buckled, dropping her onto her face and chest on the bed. I had the thought that now, with her ass thrust up in the air, that he would be able to take her even more deeply, but then quickly realized that he was already filling her as completely as she could be filled, that despite her pussy being angled up and opened to him no more of his massive cock would fit into her without causing pain.
Still, her body rocked forward each time he thrust deep and her fingers clutched the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles were white; she was utterly caught up in the act, her entire being focused on what was happening to her body, the sensation of his big cock thrusting inside of her as he fucked her. For Allison, only she and Michael existed at that moment, but for me, even as I shuddered under Marci’s skilled cock-sucking and brought her to another climax with my tongue and fingers, I was aware of Alli coming yet again, unable to tune out the sounds of her powerful orgasm.
I was achingly hard again by that point, more than ready to fuck, eager to be back inside of Marci’s cum-slick pussy; truthfully, what I really wanted was to be inside of Alli, but she was otherwise occupied. Marci must have had the same thought at about the same time – not unusual for us, and something that occurs with some frequency in the office – because she let my rigid cock slip from her mouth and moved off of me.
As she shifted and rolled aside she tugged on my cock. “Come on, Dave, I need you inside of me! I need to be fucked – can’t let them have all the fun.” I took the opportunity to sneak a look at the other bed; I’d been right, Michael was behind Alli, gripping her hips as he pumped his cock into her, the muscles in his arms, shoulders and ass flexing powerfully.
He was looking down at where his cock disappeared into her with each thrust, and it looked like maybe Alli was now taking all but maybe two or three inches of his huge meat, perhaps adapting somewhat to his length and girth. Her body was heaving with tension each time he drove deep, her muscles tense and defined as she met his thrusts, and the portion of his dark shaft that was sliding in and out of her was glistening wetly and streaked with stripes of white, frothy cum from the remnants of his earlier load still in her.
I took all this in with a quick glance, and it sent a jolt of arousal and jealousy through me even as I returned my attention fully to Marci. She rolled to her back and I moved above her, first kneeling between her legs and then bending forward so that I could enter her. “In, Dave. I need you in me!”
“Suits the hell out of me, Marce! Not that I wasn’t having fun before, of course.” I groaned as the head of my cock slid in the hot, slippery groove between her puffy pussy lips.
She reached down and guided me into her and I slid in easily, her pussy wet and ready. It felt amazing, hot and velvet-soft as she squeezed me, my own slippery cum adding to her viscous heat. She lifted her legs up and apart and I caught them one at a time and lifted them up so that they were over my upper arms and shoulders, tilting her back onto her shoulders, hips high so that I could enter her as fully and deeply as possible.
As I began to fuck her, my balls slapping wetly against her sloppy, cum-slick pussy and ass and my cock in to the hilt on each thrust, she came again… loudly! “Ohh, fuck yes, like that! Harder… fuck me harder! God yes, like that, like that! So fucking hard… Dave, fuck…!”
I was pounding into her, our bodies slapping together in that unmistakable staccato rhythm of vigorous, exuberant sex, her ample breasts jiggling and bouncing each time my hips slammed into her ass. It was pure fucking, animalistic and raw and needy. As Alli had said, making the distinction, it was not lovemaking; it was purely physical sex, each of us seeking to satisfy our urges and arousal. Different than it would be with a hook-up, or even a hooker or some such (I assumed) because we were with close friends and we cared about each other, but still it was sex at its most basic, purely recreational level… and it felt incredibly good!
Marci came again, as did Allison, most appreciatively, and our pace varied around those intense orgasmic moments. Marci was not as multi-orgasmic as Allison is – or at least she wasn’t with me – although she did come several times before I felt my own orgasm building to a peak. Alli, on the other hand, was coming like a fucking freight train, thrusting herself back to meet Michael as he slammed forward, her moaning and cries of arousal almost constant.
In my peripheral vision I could see that he was bent over her now, his stomach curved over her perfect ass and his hands gripping her shoulders as he pulled her back onto his pistoning cock.
“Unnhhh, oh, fuck! Coming… fuck yeah, babe, coming! Ohhh, fuck, Alli! Mmm..” He thrust deep and pulled her back onto him, holding her there, fully impaled on his huge cock as he came. His hips made small spasmodic thrusts as he emptied himself deep inside of my wife, pumping in time with each massive spurt of cream that he squirted into her.
Alli came huge and hard as he spurted and spasmed inside of her; she often comes when she feels me do the same, the sensations of my climaxing cock twitching and flexing deep within her driving her to an orgasm, and his much larger cock spurting deep within as he filled her with his load got her off with one of those mind-blowing, violent, eyes-rolled-back-in-the-head orgasms. Her body was rigid and shuddering violently with the power of it, her earlier cries of arousal reduced to gasps and whimpers as this final massive climax rocked her.
I’d been close to coming anyway, and when Michael did and I saw and heard the intensity of Alli’s orgasm, it tipped me over the edge. “Fuck, Marce, I’m coming. Ohh, fuck yeah, yes…!” As Michael had done with Allison, I too slammed deeply into his wife as I came, and I held myself there, taking tiny little thrusts with each spasm of my cock.
What is it about needing to feel that hot, tight pussy squeezing every last bit of your cock as you come? Whatever it is, the urge is almost overwhelming and here, unlike in high school and college when it had seemed to always be important to “pull out in time”, I was able to give into it, driving my cock in fully and spilling my load deep in Marci’s sweet pussy. And holy fuck did I!
I came massively and intensely, and Marci seemed to be carried along with me… although I will admit that at that moment I barely noticed. That moment was about Alli coming, and her orgasm driving me to my own, and while I hope that Marci’s was anywhere near as good as mine had been and Alli’s had seemed to be I was past the point of really caring; I just came and came until I couldn’t come anymore, and then stopped, still propped up on my hands and toes and her hips, still hard inside of her, shuddering with exhaustion and post-orgasmic tremors, utterly drained.
For several long seconds, there was no sound in the room except heavy breathing, each of us trying to recover from our exertions as our heart rates slowed back to something resembling normal. After that brief time I heard their bed groan and glanced over to see Alli collapse onto her stomach, flat on the bed, her head turned facing toward us. He rode her down as my eyes met hers, his cock still inside of her.
She looked exhausted but satiated and happy, her face glistening with a sheen of sex sweat. She also looked ready for a nap. He lay atop her for a moment before tiredly rolling off and onto his side, his thick, semi-flaccid cock slipping free to lay heavily across her, in the crease between her ass and thigh, cum-slick and dripping, his foreskin half-covering his glistening dome. Lying alongside her he put his arm around her and pulled her against him, her body limp and relaxed. She gave me a small, tired smile before closing her eyes.
I moved from above Marci as well, my cock slipping free in a gush of cum as she whimpered softly at the sensation of losing me. As I lay beside her, my wet cock against her hip, I cupped her breast and kissed her throat. “That was amazing, Marce. I really enjoyed that.”
“Mmm, me too. That was every bit as good as I imagined it would be – but I never thought about how much the sound effects of them right next to us would affect me!”
I laughed. “No, me either. I knew I was a voyeur, but I always thought of that as a visual thing. Turns out the audio is pretty hot too.”
We laid and cuddled for a few minutes, as did Alli and Michael, all of us needing the time to recover from our efforts. I think Allison was the most exhausted of the four of us, the number and intensity of her orgasms taking a lot out of her.
Michael was the first to roll over and sit up, swinging his legs off the bed and putting his feet on the floor, his thick, semi-flaccid cock and heavy balls dangling over the edge of the mattress. His eyes roamed over us, Marci lying limp and cum-soaked in my arms, both of us clearly in that relaxed, post-orgasmic state of bliss. “That was amazing. I’m glad we went through with it, even if I was kind of a pussy to begin with.”
Marci turned to look at him, laughing. “I knew you’d enjoy it, you’ve always had the hots for Alli – but why do you guys use the word ‘pussy’ as a pejorative? I thought you loved pussies.”
I slipped my hand down between her legs, cupping her wet sex as my fingers slid over her swollen lips and prominent clit. “I know I do, in all of their countless styles and flavors, even wet, messy ones like yours. Hell, we spend most of our lives in pursuit of them, and will say and do almost anything to get at one. Quite a puzzling phenomenon, really.”
He was watching me play with Marci’s pussy, his eyes never leaving my hand, and I saw his cock twitch and swell slightly. Amazing!
Marci broke his concentration. “Hey, stud, Dave showed me something that you really need to learn to do! That wet cleanup on aisle ‘Y’ was really amazing; I think you’re going to need to add that action to your impressive repertoire.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Maybe not right now.”
“No, not…” she laughed, “I didn’t mean now, I meant some other time, after yourself – although, now that you mention it…” When he looked horrified, she laughed again. “No, just kidding. Baby steps, loverboy – and plus, I think I’m about done for tonight, although if anything could light me up again that would do it.” She looked at me. “That was amazing, boss! When I tell the girls at the office about your oral talents you won’t be able to keep them off you!”
I sighed. “Marci…”
I heard Alli’s tired voice from behind Michael. “Hey, I heard that! You will not be passing my husband around the office, girlfriend!”
Michael chuckled. “Nothing to worry about, Alli; when Marci finds something she likes she doesn’t share it willingly.”
She looked at him, her eyebrows rising. “I just shared you, didn’t I?”
He nodded. “Valid point, but there was something you wanted in that deal too. Hey, babe, speaking of sharing, you feel like sharing a shower with me?”
“If Dave is done stroking my pussy, sure… although it is starting to feel really nice.”
I slid two fingers into her relaxed, cum-filled opening, feeling my semen ooze around them. “It’s felt pretty damn nice to me all along, Marce. I do love the feel of a freshly-fucked pussy, I have to admit.”
Allison laughed tiredly. “You love the feel and the taste, and the way it’s so slippery when you slide your dick in too. Face it, my love, you’re kind of kinky – but I love that you are. Life would be so boring otherwise.”
Marci laughed at Alli’s characterization of me. “And everyone at work thinks you’re so straight-laced! If they only knew what I know…” She put her hand on mine and gently lifted it away from her sopping sex, but only to bring it to her lips, where she sucked and licked all of our combined love juices from my fingers – and yet somehow I’m the kinky one!
As if to further prove that she could out-kink me, when she sat up she pulled Michael down to her and kissed him deeply. It was obvious that they were tongue-wrestling, and if he’d thought about the fact that her lips and tongue would still be slippery with my semen and her own juices he didn’t appear to let it bother him. He pulled her to her feet, never breaking their lip-lock, and with their bodies pressed together he reached down and cupped her soft ass in his huge hands, his fingers curling under and into her dripping sex.
He lifted slightly and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he held her – obviously a move they’d done before – and he supported her weight with no apparent strain. His huge, slowly thickening cock hung beneath her spread pussy, the pinkish-purple head half-exposed from beneath his fleshy foreskin, a drop of pearlescent semen at the tip. As I watched them, the voyeur in me taking over, a large dollop of my cum slipped from inside of her and fell directly onto his dark shaft and began to slowly slide down his cock toward the half-exposed head.
I found the scene intensely erotic; so much so that I was, to my great surprise, starting to get hard again! I wanted to reach over and slide my fingers into her ready pussy, or, even better stand and slide my cock into her as he held her. Barring that, I was about ready to reach over and massage the streak of my semen into his hardening cock and then guide it into her when he was ready just so that I could watch.
The thought of watching him thrust that thick cock into Marci’s pussy, gliding in a liberal coating of my cum, had me aching. A lot of lewd and kinky thoughts flitted through my head – none of which I was actually courageous or open-minded enough to do, or even suggest – and when he turned and strode toward the bathroom, carrying her effortlessly, the opportunity went with them.
Instead, I lay there silently for a few seconds, then sat up and moved across to the other bed, joining my exhausted wife. She was still sprawled out flat on her stomach, her legs spread and her arms bent so that her head rested on her hands, fingers interlaced. She was facing me, and our eyes met as I stretched out on my side, facing her.
I pushed a strand of her sweat-matted hair back from her face. “You okay, babe?”
She gave me an almost imperceptible nod. “Mmm, god yes. You?”
“Yeah, I’m good. You really enjoyed that, huh?”
“You could tell?”
I knew she was kidding, and I laughed sarcastically. “Yeah, I’m very sensitive to your likes and dislikes; I could sense that you might have enjoyed it just a tiny bit. Sounded like, anyway.”
“Yeah, it was pretty amazing. But that was the idea, right? You had fun too, I hope; it was supposed to be a mutual thing.”
I shrugged, not an easy thing while lying down. “Yeah, it was great. I still think it’s going to be weird back at work on Monday morning, knowing that she and I did the deed. Uncomfortable, I think.”
“Davey, it was just sex. Fun and games. Pleasure, nothing more.”
“Was it?”
She lifted her head and shoulders from the bed, propping her chin on her hand as she looked at me, studying my face. “Wasn’t it? You’re not going to start having a love affair with Marci or anything, are you?”
“No. No, of course not. My love affairs are all reserved for you, and she loves Michael.” I ran my fingers lightly down her back, tracing her spine, her skin still slick with the sheen of sweat. There was a tiny wet pool of perspiration in the hollow at the base of her lower spine, and I remembered the sweat dripping from his face onto her back as he took her, and her cries of pleasure. I sighed. “I was jealous.”
“Of me?”
I heard the shower come on in the bathroom as I considered my answer. “Of you, of him… yeah. Of you two together and the way he made you come.”
“So was I.”
For some reason, that surprised me. “You were?”
“Oh, god yes! I heard her coming, and when I glanced over you looked like you were so into her, so utterly involved, like you really loved it. That sorta hurt, you know?”
“Yeah. Yeah, actually I do know. Same for me.” I traced a finger, wet with their sweat, down her spine and into the top of the crevice of her ass.
“Did you think I wouldn’t feel anything, that you being with another woman wouldn’t bother me?” She moaned softly, her hips moving involuntarily, then said, “When you came inside her, and then went down on her and did that thing you do, god that made me jealous. She came so hard.”
My wife had surprised me yet again. “Mmm, yeah, I can certainly understand that – but you were the one that suggested it!”
“I know. I sort of regretted it when I heard her come like that. It was kind of ‘our special thing’, but now you’ve done that with her too.” She smiled softly. “It’s okay, though, I guess. Marci loved it, and we’ll still do it too, right?”
“Of course! I love doing that with you.”
“Now?” She wiggled her eyebrows at me playfully.
“Mmm, maybe not right now. With you full of Michael’s load… not sure I’m quite that adventurous – plus, I can’t believe that you’re still interested! I thought you were worn out.”
“I am. I’m not sure I’d come, but I’ll bet your talented lips and tongue would feel really good on my poor, abused pussy.”
As we were speaking I’d been softly tracing the crevice of her ass with sweat-slick fingers, from top to bottom and back. She’d arched her back slightly, opening herself to me, and when my fingertip traced her tight little rosebud, slick with a combination of sweat and their combined cum, she gasped. “God! Stop teasing!”
“Who says I’m teasing? Did it hurt you, taking his huge cock?” Her tight pucker was slippery enough with their fluids that I could have pushed my finger into her ass, but I didn’t. Instead, I pressed it firmly against her, applying steady pressure to her tight sphincter, and felt her body begin to slowly yield, slowly open to me. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through her. “I was afraid that might hurt, Michael being so big…”
“God, Davey!” She took a shuddering breath before answering me. “It didn’t hurt, exactly. It was a little uncomfortable at first, like a burning sensation, but once I adjusted to his cock and he got wet and slippery… oh my god!”
“It felt good?”
“It felt incredible, Davey; I won’t lie to you about that. Like you said, he knows his size and he was gentle at first, careful not to hurt me. It was very different, so huge in me, but I really enjoyed it once I relaxed – as you heard.”
“Yeah, that was pretty obvious. You’re not going to be a size queen now, are you? I mean, I’ve tried everything, including MiracleGro Penis Formula, and nothing works. Big as I’m ever going to get, I’m afraid.”
Alli laughed. “No, I’m not going to be a ‘size queen’! And don’t be silly; I love your cock just fine the way it is. In fact, you have the perfect cock for me, a perfect fit in my hand, my mouth, inside of me – up my ass… that’s a hint, by the way.”
My turn to laugh. “As inviting as that sounds, I believe it would be like trying to push Jello through a straw. I’m down, for now, my love, but I’ll certainly take a rain-check!”
“You’ve got it, stud! You know the best thing of all about your cock?”
“Mmm, maybe, but we’d probably say different things. You go first.”
“It’s attached to the best, sexiest guy on the face of the earth, the man that I love with all my heart.”
What could I say to that? It didn’t seem like the appropriate place for more kidding around, so I just put my arms around my wife and held her close, telling her how much I loved her as we snuggled together, each of us carrying the scent of another lover on our bodies and his cum continuing to leak out of her as we cuddled.
Holding her then was warm and reassuring and as sweet as anything I can remember, despite the strangeness of the situation, as if seeing and hearing each other with another had somehow reminded us how much our love meant and brought us closer. It was the last thing I would have expected at that moment.
Despite everything, all of the just-completed sexual romps, the sensation of her warm, smooth, perfect curves pressed against me, her hips still moving erotically, was arousing. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, and when my fingers moved over her body her hip movements increased.
When my wandering fingers inevitably found their way down her taut stomach and between her legs she eagerly parted them for me, and when I felt the soft, swollen folds of her perfect pussy, slick and dripping with Michael’s copious semen, my cock throbbed. I slid two fingers into her relaxed, open sex, stretched by the intrusion of his huge cock, astonished to find more of his cum still pooled inside of her. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers, gripping me and forcing some of his load to squeeze out around them, coating my knuckles.
When Allison pulled my hand up to her lips and began to suck their juices from my fingers, and then pulled my face to hers, our lips meeting while my cum-slick fingers were still in her mouth, I knew exactly what she wanted. I kissed her, tasted the two of them, and began to slowly kiss my way down her body, licking and gently biting her hard nipples. From there I moved over her taut, flat tummy, my tongue exploring her navel and making her giggle.
When I got to her dripping, tender, swollen pussy I didn’t hesitate at all. I moved to where I could kiss and lick her sex, where I could lap up the semen that oozed out of her, where I could lick and touch and clean out every last bit, pushing my tongue into her and paying special attention to her hard little clit that had come out to meet me, somehow still eager to play.
To my immense surprise, he didn’t taste noticeably different than me, slightly salty and musky, mildly astringent like citrus, warm and slippery and very Allison-flavored. He’d come copiously in her, twice, and I eagerly licked up every bit I could as I felt Alli’s orgasm – what I’d decided would be her best orgasm of the evening – begin to build and coalesce and take over her body.
I’d been hesitant in thinking about it, had no real desire to follow another man in this way, but Alli wanted it, and she loves me, and I love her, and if in this small way I could again demonstrate how much I love her, it was all worthwhile. And then she came, powerfully and suddenly and joyously, crying out and thrusting herself against my lips as I swallowed his cum and hers, and it was so much more than worthwhile. It was everything, my woman, my world, and I enjoyed it as least as much as she did.
