Good friends share. Really good friends share a lot
My wife's best friend, Nicki, was very close to the two of us. She spent so much time with us because her boyfriend, Tim, worked out of town a lot. His job often sent him away with short notice and an uncertain return date. Frankly, I don't know how Nicki coped with it. Their relationship had to be difficult, with many lonely nights for both of them.
When Tim was away, Nicki was often over at our place. Nicki and my wife, Yvette, had known each other since they started college. I had gotten comfortable enough with Nicki that our conversations covered everything – even sex. Many times when the three of us were together, the topic of conversation strayed to how often we did it, favorite positions, what we really liked from oral sex, and masturbation. For our part, Yvette and I learned from these conversations. Nicki said she was learning from us as well. A few times, we even rented porno movies to watch together. Usually on these nights, after Nicki went home, the sex with Yvette was at its best. I got so horny talking about the intimate details of our sex lives with Nicki. I would sit there trying to conceal a raging hard-on, anxious for Nicki to leave so I could take Yvette to bed. When I did and we got undressed, I would find her pussy to be about as wet as it got. She apparently also enjoyed the discussions. The next time we saw Nicki, she would ask if we had fun after she had left. We would answer truthfully. For her part, Nicki would tell how she had used her dildo to satisfy her urges.
When Tim was in town, Nicki was busy in bed with him. We didn't see the two of them nearly as often as we saw just Nicki when Tim was gone. More than once, I fantasized about having sex with Nicki. I had seen her in a bikini so it wasn't too much of a stretch to imagine what her tits looked like. I had a pretty good idea of what Nicki's pussy must look like, from the shape of her bikini stretched across her labia. I had masturbated while thinking about this, and even played the fantasy out in my mind a few times as I had sex with Yvette, though I had never shared this fact with either woman.
We were friends with Tim; we just didn't have as much opportunity to spend time with him. I guess that is why we weren't as close to him as we were to Nicki.
One time when Tim was away, we made plans to get together for a week in Florida. Tim would be getting some vacation time starting that Friday. Since he was working on the east coast, the plan was for Nicki to ride with us to the hotel and Tim would meet us there. We reserved two rooms on the beach. We were lucky to get them because it was a holiday weekend.
The three of us took the afternoon off that Friday. Yvette and I packed the car and picked up Nicki at her apartment. She was ready, anxious to see Tim. He had been gone for two weeks and she was horny. We got in the car and headed east on the interstate.
To pass the time, Nicki brought along a book to read. She had Dr. Ruth's Guide to Good Sex. From the back seat, she intended to read to us from the book to pass the time.
She opened the book and began reading. Amid giggles and comments, we slowly got through the book. We were all thinking about how, in a few hours, we would be getting the chance to try out these things. Sex was on all our minds. I was hard and there was no denying it. My dick was getting uncomfortably large in the confines of my shorts. I caught my wife looking over at my lap. She smiled and raised her eyebrows. She leaned over and whispered, "Enjoying the book?" I nodded. "Me, too. I can't wait until later." She straightened up and we listened attentively to our friend in the back seat.
Nicki read, skimming forwards and backwards through the book, selecting passages that looked interesting or funny. Comments of "That sounds interesting" and "I never thought of doing it that way" and even "Ooh, that sounds good" were frequent. Once, while checking the rear view mirror, I noticed that Nicki's nipples were visible through her thin top. Apparently Yvette and I weren't the only ones affected by the book.
The girls were dressed lightly for the hot summer day. Expecting sex, Nicki probably wasn't wearing a bra. I wondered if she was even wearing panties and my dick got even harder. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. Yvette and I had discussed fantasies that included Nicki. It was once while talking about this that Yvette told me Nicki was a natural blonde. Her pubic hair was as light as the wheat colored hair on her head. This fascinated me, a fact that had not been missed by my wife.
Yvette undid her seat belt and slid closer to me. She put her left hand on my bare thigh, and then slid it up over my shorts. Glancing sideways at me, she gave me a little smile and licked her lips as her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts. A groan slipped uncontrolled past my lips.
"Hey, what are you two doing up there, anyway? You're supposed to be driving," Nicki said with a grin.
"I'm trying to drive, but it's hard –" I started to answer but Yvette cut me off.
"Yeah, it's hard alright," she reported as her hand went under the leg band of my underwear and squeezed the end of my dick.
"I started to say that it's hard to drive when someone is distracting me," I tried again.
Nicki was now looking over the front seat and saw where Yvette's hand was.
"Hey, no fair. I don't have one of those to play with," Nicki whined.
"You'll get yours soon enough," Yvette countered, as she continued to squeeze.
Realizing that Nicki didn't mind what Yvette was doing to me right in front of her, just that she couldn't do the same thing in the back seat, almost pushed me over the edge. Breathing deeply, I warned Yvette, "If you don't stop, there's going to be a mess to clean up, unless you're planning on swallowing all of it."
Yvette laughed as she answered, "In the car? Only after dark." She looked right at Nicki and winked. I almost came right there. Yvette withdrew her hand, but Nicki noticed her fingers had some of my precum smeared on it. Yvette saw Nicki's reaction and licked her fingers clean to tease her friend. Nicki moaned in frustration.
"Want a taste? " Yvette teased, holding up her hand in front of Nicki's face.
Nicki laughed and said, "Nah, I think I'll wait for mine." She moved against the back seat again, then added, "But if you don't behave yourselves, you'll drive me to masturbate back here."
"Don't let me stop you," I suggested. That brought a fresh round of giggles.
"Geesh, get a room, you two," Nicki lamented with frustration tingeing her voice.
"We're going to, as soon as we get there," Yvette answered. "How much further?"
"Another two hours," I replied. "Getting anxious?"
"We all are," came the response from the back seat.
"Maybe we should change the subject to ease the frustration," Yvette offered. "Read some more to us."
"Yeah, that's what we need. More Dr. Ruth," Nicki said as we all laughed. In spite of that, she continued reading.
By the time we arrived at the hotel, the car contained three very horny people who couldn't wait to get started fucking. That was, after all, what this trip was all about. Sure, there was the beach and all that, but we were really all looking forward to spending a few days (and nights) in our hotel rooms just being couples. I felt a little sorry for Nicki. Yvette and I were going to hop into bed as soon as we checked in. Nicki would have to wait a few hours for Tim to arrive. I suspected that if he didn't arrive soon, Nicki was going to take matters into her own hands until he got there.
Parking in front of the lobby, I got out of the car and stretched. The girls followed suit and we walked through the glass doors of the lobby. We were greeted by a crowd. It was a holiday weekend, after all. By the looks of things, the hotel was going to be sold out. I was glad we had made our reservations well in advance. We joined the mob and waited our turns checking in. As we moved closer to the desk, I ended up in one line while Nicki ended up in another line a little further over. The desk clerks appeared overworked and frustrated. It had to be difficult to remain pleasant when confronted with a mob that only grew no matter how fast you worked to reduce it.
My clerk was a pleasantly attractive young lady with Amy on her nametag. She was trying hard to smile; it was obvious. I stepped up when it was my turn, smiled, and said, "Hi, Amy. I have a reservation." Then I paused and thought about what I said. "I guess you've heard that before." She smiled, too tired to laugh, but she was sweet.
"Yes, we're busy today."
"It will end, and we will all be in our rooms, leaving you alone."
"The worst part is check-in for holiday weekends, like this. What is your name?"
I told her and she consulted her computer. "Yes, I have it. You had requested a connecting room with another guest, I see. I'm not sure if we can manage that. We're all full."
About that time, I sensed Yvette tensing up at my side. I looked up and saw her looking at Nicki – who was looking very upset.
"I'm going to go see what's wrong," Yvette told me without looking back and started pushing through the crowd to her friend's side.
I looked back to Amy and took care of checking in. She was having trouble with the connecting room. About the time she sighed and looked up, I noticed Nicki making a scene in front of her clerk. Nicki was crying and Yvette was trying to comfort her. I couldn't make out what was wrong with all the background noise.
Amy looked at me apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. Your friend's reservation seems to have been removed. I can give you a room on the beach, but the other rooms around it are all assigned."
"That's OK. That room sounds fine. We'll work it out. Do you know why the other reservation is gone?"
"No, it looks like it was cancelled."
I looked over, but Yvette and Nicki were nowhere to be seen. Something was really wrong. At least we had one room. We'd work out the rest later. I thanked Amy, let her run my credit card and took my key cards, along with the other paperwork. Amy smiled at me as I moved aside to let the next person move up to the counter.
Once I could work my way out of the crowd, I found Yvette and Nicki on a sofa near the window. Nicki was sobbing heavily and looked very angry. Yvette looked concerned. I walked over and sat down next to Yvette. She in turn looked over to me as I sat. She leaned over and filled me in on what had happened. Tim had left a message at the desk for Nicki. He got called back to work so he wouldn't be meeting her at the hotel. After Nicki read the note, the clerk asked if she was still checking in and she replied, "Hell, no!" before storming away. I looked at Yvette. She read the expression on my face correctly.
"I don't know what to do, either."
"Let's go to our room. It's more private and more comfortable."
Nicki wasn't in a mood to do anything, but she let Yvette lead her back to the car. They rode together in the back seat as I drove around to our room. I parked and got out to open the room. Yvette came up to me as I was unlocking the door.
"Nicki is really pissed with Tim right now. She is saying she wants to go home." I looked directly at Yvette. "I know, I don't want to drive back right now, either. She cancelled her reservation. All she can do now is stay with us."
"Yvette, -"
"I don't like it either, but what can I do? We can't have her sleeping in the car."
"Well, I doubt she'll find another room anywhere near here, what with the holiday and all. I guess she can stay with us." I opened the door. The cool interior was dark because the curtains were closed. It took a few moments for our eyes to adjust. "Oops."
Yvette looked past me to see what I meant. The room had a table, chair, dresser, and a king size bed. One king size bed. Our eyes met.
"One bed," I said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah. That might be a problem." Yvette thought for a moment. "Do you think they could move us to another room with two beds?"
"Honey, you saw the mob in the lobby. The lady said they are booked solid through the holiday. There are no more rooms in the inn."
"Maybe Nicki can still get her room." Yvette shook her head. "No, she's in no state to stay by herself tonight. We'll just have to share the bed."
"That could get interesting," I replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, what kind of pajamas did you bring?" I asked my wife.
She opened her mouth to answer, then broke into a shy grin. "Just lingerie. And not much of it."
"Uh-huh. That's more than I brought. We came here to have sex. I'll bet Nicki packed the same way."
It didn't take long for the implication to sink in. Yvette caught my eye and asked, "How do you feel about that?"
"I guess we don't have much choice. We're going to get to know each other a lot better over the next few days." Now I was grinning. "It could be fun," I added as I raised my eyebrows.
"We'll manage," Yvette said. I could see uncertainty clouding her face. "We can sleep in t-shirts if we have to. Let's move in the luggage. Then we'll talk it over with Nicki."
Yvette's suggestion disappointed me. We were in the habit of sleeping nude together. I wasn't pleased with how this romantic getaway was turning out.
We went back to the car. I opened the trunk and started carrying in bags while Yvette and Nicki walked into the room. They were talking. I could just imagine what they were talking about. I knew what was going through my mind. Two women, one bed, no pajamas. The concern over Nicki had short-circuited my erection earlier, but these thoughts now had it back in business.
Yvette and Nicki were sitting on the bed, still talking. I had all the bags inside in a few trips and closed the door. I sat in the chair facing them and drew a deep breath.
"Sorry we didn't help with the bags," Yvette offered.
"That's alright. How're you doing, Nicki?" At least she had stopped crying.
"I'm sorry about all the problems I'm causing. This is not how it was supposed to turn out." I held up a hand to stop her apologies. Before I could say anything, though, she continued. "This situation is OK with me, if it's alright with you guys. I mean, we're all friends. I'll give you all the privacy I can." She smiled at that, and we joined in.
Yvette spoke next. "We can wait for that."
"No, you came here for a romantic getaway. I won't take that away from you just because mine was ruined. I'll try to not act like a chaperone. Pretend I'm not here."
"That will be hard to do," I suggested.
"I bet it's hard after all the teasing in the car. Do you want me to leave you two alone for a while? I could go walk on the beach or something." Nicki was trying really hard now.
I was going to agree when Yvette spoke up. "That's not necessary." She shot me a look to kill the disappointed expression I was showing. "Later" she mouthed to me, purposely facing away from Nicki. "Let's take a walk and check out the hotel." Yvette gave me a hard look that told me I really wanted to take a walk with them.
The three of us went back outside, into the warm sunny afternoon. The parking lot was filled of guests arriving and unpacking. We avoided the mob in the lobby and walked a little way down the street, taking note of the shops, restaurants and bars in walking distance. Nicki seemed to calm down a lot on the walk. It did her some good, which did all of us some good. We returned to the hotel where we could see the beach through a breezeway.
Nicki turned to face us. "Guys, I'm really sorry about the way I acted earlier. I've been doing a lot of thinking. I'm going to enjoy myself. I'll make the best of it. I'd really like for Tim to be here, but that's just not going to happen. He's been away before, and he'll be away again. We can have fun without him." She lowered her eyes, and then looked at us again. "I'll do my best to not get in the way of your fun," she added with a shy grin, looking directly at me.
"Let's all get freshened up. We can go down to the beach together," Yvette suggested. That made Nicki smile. I took a deep breath in relief. I could feel how the tension had eased. Nodding agreement, we headed back to the room to change.
Nicki took her bikini out of her suitcase and went into the bathroom to change. Yvette removed all her clothes, and then began rummaging through our bags for bathing suits. I undressed as I watched my wife, naked, looking for something to wear. The view, coupled with the thought that Nicki was on the other side of the wall, naked as well (and maybe masturbating at that very moment to relieve the tension) had me about as hard as I could get. My dick wasn't sticking out; it was sticking up. Yvette found the suits and backed up – right into my erection. She felt it slide up her back, leaving a wet trail of precum. When she turned around, she was looking very happy.
"It seems like someone may have a problem fitting into his bathing suit," she said, slowly looking up from my hard-on to my face. Her hand reached out to grip my shaft and I breathed deeply. If Nicki had chosen that moment to come out of the bathroom, she would have gotten quite an eyeful. Yvette must have had the same thought, because she looked in the direction of the bathroom door before continuing. "I have a feeling Nicki will be in there a few minutes, now that she has calmed down. We should have just enough time to do take care of your problem." I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything appropriate to add. Yvette sank to her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my dick. As her lips pulled back, the ample supply of precum at the tip formed a strand connecting her lips to my dick. She stuck out her tongue and licked. I groaned and staggered backwards. She smiled, then opened her mouth and sucked my dick inside.
I couldn't believe I was getting a blowjob from my wife while her friend was getting dressed only a few feet away! Any minute, the door was going to open and Nicki was going to walk into the room. Nicki was going to see us both naked and my dick in Yvette's mouth. The thought only drove me closer to an orgasm that was already not far away. After all the teasing in the car, I had been ready to shoot before Yvette even touched me.
I was so focused on Yvette sucking my dick that I never noticed the doorknob turn, or the door start to open. The door didn't open far, just enough so Nicki was able to see us in the space between the door hinges. I didn't realize until later that we were being watched.
I tensed up, my dick preparing to shoot off in my wife's mouth. I was past the point of no return. Yvette looked up at me with my dick still in her mouth. No matter what happened, I was going to cum. If Nicki chose this moment to interrupt us and I tried to pull out of Yvette's mouth, there was going to be sperm all over my wife and the bedspread. I'm sure Yvette felt my dick throbbing and realized that.
Thoughts of Nicki nearby put images in my head of Nicki changing. I imagined what it must look like in the bathroom, with her naked in front of the big mirror. That did it. My cock throbbed and squirted. Yvette was on her knees and swallowing. That was when I saw Yvette's expression change. Her eyes were now trying to look at the door. I turned to see what had alarmed her. I saw the door was ajar. There was light coming through the crack between the door and the frame. When my eyes focused, I could partially see Nicki standing behind the door. She was watching us. She was watching me get a blowjob.
Nicki apparently didn't realize we could see her. She just stood there and watched, silent. I had fantasized about her sometimes when I masturbated, but I had never cum while looking at her. Certainly never while she was watching me cum. The novelty of the situation intensified my orgasm. My knees buckled. I finished shooting off and pulled out of Yvette's mouth. Yvette swallowed one last time and looked up at me. Nicki saw we were finished and moved away from the crack in the door. Yvette stood and thanked me, kissing me after she finished swallowing. She smelled of sperm but I didn't care. I kissed her back, thanking her for what she had just done for me. We didn't have a chance to even start getting dressed when Nicki opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out. I was oblivious to the fact that Nicki was now looking at my dick. I was trying to figure out an excuse why I was standing there naked. The only coherent thought I could gather was that looking at Nicki was making me hard again. "Nicki, I'm so sorry. We thought you, I mean, uh, ... Yvette?"
It probably sounded even less coherent than that.
Yvette seemed to be better than me at taking it all in stride when she spoke up. "We thought you were going to be busy in the bathroom a while longer. Sorry."
Nicki blushed then. "Well, ... I was busy. If I had known you guys were doing something, I would have taken longer."
I was slow, or the women were using some kind of female code, because I didn't catch on right away. Then, I GOT IT.
"Ohhh."
Nicki made an embarrassed giggle in response to what I had said.
"Well, it's not like I was the only one trying to cum," she accused.
I couldn't argue with that. Yvette handed me my bathing suit and I started to put it on. I pulled it up, but I was now so hard that my dick stuck up above the waistband of my suit. Nicki was watching me, making me harder. She slowly looked up from the tip of my exposed cock to my eyes.
"You'll get in trouble if you go out like that," she warned with a warm smile and a single raised eyebrow.
Yvette countered with, "I did my part."
"Yes, you did. You did it very well," was my answer.
I tried to bend my dick and push it down into my suit. It didn't want to bend. It was uncomfortable like that, and the bulge it made was quite obvious.
Nicki spoke next, her words catching me off guard.
"So, do we leave him alone to take care of his own problem, or is it my turn?"
My mouth gaped open and my heart pounded at the thought of what Nicki was suggesting. I think if my dick had still been sticking out, the women would have seen it grow further, probably accompanied by a drop of precum appearing at the tip.
Yvette defused the situation by asking me, "Don't you have to pee or something?"
I did have to, so I went into the bathroom. I could hear Nicki laughing behind me. The excitement was wearing off so I was able to pee after only a minute or so. I didn't have to jack off because peeing made me lose my erection. I made a point of not thinking about Nicki so I could get my dick back into my suit. When I came back into the room, Nicki and my wife were talking quietly. Yvette saw me coming out of the bathroom and whispered, "Later," ending the conversation.
"Are you ready to go to the beach?" I asked, seeing that whatever they had been discussing they had no intention of sharing with me.
We headed out of the door on the other side of the room, which opened onto the beach. Outside it was sunny and warm and there was already a large crowd on the beach. It appeared to be mostly college students, so the long weekend would probably be rather rowdy. We walked along the concrete path to the edge of the sand, the sounds of partying all around us. I enjoyed the view of so many scantily clad women. Yvette must have noticed me taking in the scenery because she took my hand and held it tightly. She wanted me to remember whom I was with. No danger of that. I was very in much love with my wife. I was just looking.
We set out towels on the sand near the water's edge. We lay out in the sun a while and swam from time to time to cool off. It seemed like Nicki was a lot calmer now so maybe this trip wouldn't turn out so badly after all.
As sunset approached, talk turned to dinner. We decided we'd get dressed and walk around to find someplace that looked good. We were hungry but beyond that no one had anything particular in mind. Back at the room, Nicki offered for Yvette and I to use the shower first. Ordinarily, it might have been awkward for the two of us to shower together with Nicki there, but we had shared so many of the details of our sex lives (especially today) that there was little left to hide. Nicki knew we showered together and most times slept in the nude. On the other hand, I knew how often Nicki masturbated and how much she liked her rabbit vibrator. I wondered if she had brought it along on the trip.
Yvette and I were soon naked in the bathroom. I watched my wife in the mirror as she bent over to start the shower. With her bent over, I could see her pussy lips framed by her thighs and the sight was quickly making me hard. I loved looking covertly as my wife's body. I could clearly see her slit, with the lips covered by wisps of brown hair. The blowjob from earlier had done little to quell all my desires. Yvette stood up and turned around. In the mirror, she could see the effect her body had on me. I watched as she walked up to me and put her arms around me. When I felt her breasts press into my back, I groaned. I could also feel the hair above her pussy against my ass. My dick jumped a little. Yvette gave a little laugh when she saw that. Her hands dropped lower to caress my hardon.
"Mmm, I like doing this," she told me as she gently stroked.
"You'll get no complaints from me," I assured her.
"Hey, no fair. At least you got something earlier. I haven't gotten anything all day. I was so horny on the beach."
"Want me to take care of that right now?" I offered.
"Let's get cleaned up first. I'm all sweaty but I'm sure you can think of something to do to me in the shower."
We turned around and got in the shower. She was in front of me this time. As I put my arms around her to caress her tits, my dick poked into her ass. I squatted a little so it could slide between her legs, rubbing as it did against her pussy.
"I said you could have me after I got clean."
"I'm not pushing. I'm just getting comfortable," I told her.
"Uh-huh. You're getting pretty comfortable."
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, emphasizing the point by sliding my dick back and forth against her hairy lips.
"Oh, no," she assured me, her voice slow and dreamy. "Don't stop."
I heard the washcloth she had been lathering fall to the bottom of the tub with a wet plop. I reached around her and opened her lips so my dick could slide between her lips. She moaned. With both arms around my wife, I held the end of my dick firmly against her pussy with my left hand and used my right to play with her clit.
"This is so nice," she said in a dreamy voice. "Don't think you're getting off easy, though. I'm going to want the real thing tonight."
"That should be interesting with Nicki in bed next to us," I commented.
"We'll work something out. I'm not going all week without sex."
"Good. I was getting worried."
Yvette's hand replaced mine on the head of my dick, holding the shaft firmly against her wet lips.
"We'll have to wait until she is asleep. Or maybe we can convince her to take a walk."
"Given the pajama situation, we'll probably all be seeing each other naked this week anyway. I say we just go for it. She can go outside if she wants to."
Yvette laughed, though she pressed my dick harder against her. "I don't know if I can fuck with my best friend watching." Her voice didn't sound like she was totally convinced. She leaned forward. "Oh, just fuck me right here. Put it in now."
I had no problem complying with a request like that. She was so wet inside that I entered easily, filling her with my length.
"I've wanted this all day," Yvette said in a sort of moan. "Ever since Nicki started reading that book out loud."
I cut off any further conversation when I grabbed my wife by the hips and started thrusting harder. She was moaning loudly now but I didn't care. If Nicki could hear us, I'm sure it would be no surprise what we were doing. She was probably masturbating anyway. When that thought hit me, I suddenly started to cum. It was too late to stop it so I instead diddled Yvette's clit as hard as I could. I hoped I could make her cum with me. She was so worked up that she did cum with me. I leaned into her and pumped her full of my sperm. After the teasing all day, and in spite of the blowjob, it felt so good cumming inside her. When I finished spurting, I just held myself as deeply inside her as I could.
"What made you cum so fast?" Yvette asked when she had caught her breath.
I didn't know how to answer. The fear of getting caught made my dick shrink faster inside her pussy. Yvette didn't miss the clue.
"Feeling nervous?"
Actually, I was feeling panicked. How do I tell my wife I came so fast because I was fantasizing about her best friend masturbating?
"I'll bet you were thinking about Nicki", she accused.
Since I was no longer hard, Yvette easily pulled off me and turned around. I tried to look as innocent as possible. She kissed me and said, "It's OK. She's probably thinking about you right now. She was so horny all afternoon and she knows she'll be sharing a bed with us tonight."
I relaxed a little.
"I'll say this, Nicki sure made you cum fast."
Hearing Yvette say that only added to the naughtiness. She kissed me again.
I hugged my wife, trying to recover some shred of my dignity. "It was only a thought of her. It was the feel of your body surrounding my dick that made me cum."
"Good save," she told me with a sly smile. I felt a little relieved. "Now let's get out there and fool around some more while Nicki showers."
I just grinned as I got out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped the towel around my waist. Anxious to get started on that "fooling around" Yvette promised, I quickly walked out of the bathroom to tell Nicki the shower was free. Right after I opened the door, I heard Nicki yell, "Shit!" I stepped around the corner to see a surprised look on her face, a mixture of fear and shock.
"Are you alright?" I asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said hesitatingly. Her right hand was obviously trying to hide something under the pillow. Her left hand was at her crotch, pulling the thin strip of her bikini bottom into the middle. I caught a fleeting glimpse of light colored pubic hair. So she had been masturbating after all.
I smiled a sly grin and told her, "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything."
She blushed and tried unsuccessfully to act like nothing was going on. She headed to the bathroom, bumping into Yvette who was also wearing just a towel.
"Are you OK?" Yvette asked her.
"I'm fine. Gary just surprised me."
The door closed behind her as Yvette gave me one of those, "What was all that about?" looks.
I explained. "I think I caught her doing a little fooling around of her own."
"Ohh," Yvette said meaningfully.
"It must be hard on her with Tim not being here."
"Yeah, I feel for her." Then her expression changed from wistful to naughty as she continued with, "Just because she's doing without doesn't mean we have to." As my wife spoke these last few words, she released her towel. The sudden motion caught my attention, causing me to follow the towel with my eyes as it sank to the floor. I immediately ran my eyes back up her legs. What I saw put a big smile on my face.
Yvette lay back against the bed, spreading her legs. "Make it quick. We have to get dressed before she gets out of the shower."
I shucked my own towel and crawled onto the bed between Yvette's legs. As my cock entered her still wet pussy, she stretched out her arms and gave a heavy sigh.
"That feels sooo –" she started to say. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "What the hell?" Her right hand had found something under the pillow. When her hand reappeared, it was holding a dildo.
"That must be what Nicki was trying to hide when I walked in," I mused. Then a less pleasant thought crossed my mind. "I certainly hope it wasn't left by the previous guests."
"Not a chance," Yvette answered quickly. "It's Nicki's. Trust me."
"Ewww," I said, drawing out the sound.
"You don't say that when you touch me," my wife told me.
"That's different."
"Uh-huh," was all she said as she started to slide the dildo back under the pillow. Then, "I think I'll leave it out for her," she said. She left the dildo on the bedspread in front of the pillow and put her arms around me. "Now, make it quick. We don't want to get caught like Nicki did." She would have laughed if I hadn't started slamming into her so quickly. This was going to be a quickie. It didn't matter. We were so worked up that we both came in minutes. As we were smiling into each other's eyes and panting to catch our breath, the shower turned off.
"Time to get dressed," Yvette said, pushing me off her. I retrieved her towel from the floor as I stood up. I tossed it to her and used mine to wipe off the remains of our lovemaking from my dick. She did the same to her pussy and we quickly started dressing. We had finished by the time the bathroom door opened. Nicki stepped out and I was trying to watch her face without her realizing what I was doing. She froze when she saw the bed. It wasn't how the bedspread was rumpled in the middle that caught her attention. It was her dildo in plain view. She blushed and wouldn't look my way.
"I think you lost something," Yvette said over her shoulder as she tried not to laugh out loud.
"How do you know it's mine?" Nicki tried to cover.
"Because it was still wet," Yvette told her.
Nicki looked crushed. There was no denying what she had been doing. She tried to crawl onto the bed to retrieve her toy with as much dignity as she could muster. She was wearing only a towel and holding a dildo as she stood. She looked me in the eye defiantly now, saying, "Well, it's not fair. You two have each other. This is all I'll get all week."
"That's alright. I understand." Yvette was really trying to make her feel better now. "If the situation were reversed, I'd be doing the same thing." Nicki's expression relaxed. Yvette still got one more jab in. "Only, I'd pick it up when I finished with it."
"I would have if your husband hadn't walked in on me." Nicki stuffed the dildo in her suitcase and took her clothes back to the bathroom to get dressed. Once the door closed, we burst out laughing. "I heard that," Nicki called out loudly through the door.
Yvette turned to me. "I really can't blame her."
"It doesn't bother me, either, that she was doing that."
"Do you really feel that way, Gary?" Yvette asked. I nodded. She put her arms around my neck as she bit her lower lip in thought, like she was deciding whether to speak her next words. "You know this bed situation will be interesting when we get back here tonight. I've been thinking..."
"You've been thinking, huh?" I knew that look. "When you look like that, you're up to something, and it's usually naughty."
"I've been thinking," Yvette began again, giving me a hard look but smiling, "that we should just drop all the pretenses. Tonight, when we go to bed, you and I should just go ahead and make love. Nicki can masturbate if she wants. I don't mind if she watches us."
I was surprised by Yvette's bold suggestion. I had suggested it in the shower, but hearing Yvette say it, that she was seriously considering it, made it real. We had talked rather freely with Nicki about sex, but up to now it had always been just talk. We had never done anything in front of her, or in front of anyone else for that matter. I'm a man. The idea appealed to me. A lot. I looked into Yvette's eyes and raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure you are OK with Nicki and I seeing each other nude?" My voice was just a whisper.
"Yes, I am. Are you?" my lovely wife asked me.
I didn't have to think about it. I had fantasized about Nicki many times in the past. The thought of finally seeing her undressed was getting me hard again. It was slow because of the two times we had just made love, but I was slowly becoming erect. Fucking Yvette and knowing Nicki was watching, knowing it was turning her on, knowing she was looking at me and masturbating, only added to the eroticism. I said just one word.
"Yes."
Yvette smiled at my answer. She walked the two steps to press her body against mine, her arms sliding around my neck. She pulled her body against mine hard. She started to kiss me, but stopped and instead said, "Ohhh, you're getting hard at the thought of this." I could see she was trying to think something else through, but she kissed me instead of sharing it with me. It was a kiss full of passion, a promise of what was to come later that night. As Nicki watched.
"Hey, you can't do that. I don't have one of those." Nicki had caught us again. As our lips slowly parted, I was thinking how she was going to be seeing a lot more than kissing in a few hours. Nicki was grinning when I turned to see her. "You're going to make me do something if you keep that up." We all knew what she was referring to. Yvette defused the sexual tension by saying how she was hungry. With that, we were all ready so we walked out of the room.
There was a restaurant a short walk from the hotel. With the large holiday crowd in town, the streets were bumper to bumper – not to mention the difficulty parking – so we walked to dinner. The street was clogged with college students cruising the strip. We were walking faster than the traffic was moving. While we walked, Yvette and Nicki were leaning their heads together and talking about something. Their words were just a little too quiet for me to make out what they were saying. We made it to the restaurant in about five minutes. As I had suspected, the parking lot was crowded. There would be only a short wait for a table as many of the customers appeared to be heading for the bar instead of dinner. I found seats for the three of us in the waiting area. Yvette told me to order drinks for her and Nicki, then shepherded Nicki off to the restroom. It was a warm night so I ordered pińa coladas for all of us. The drinks arrived before the women got back. I wondered what women did for so long in there, and why they always did it in pairs. Finally, they returned and we enjoyed our drinks while waiting for a table. When our turn came, we were seated at a window overlooking the beach. There was a full moon that night so we had a view of the surf.
We chatted about a variety of non-important things during dinner, avoiding talk of sex because we were in public. Nicki did pointedly suggest oysters for me but I declined. When dinner was over, I think all three of us felt a tension. Going to bed was already established as interesting, but it was still early. Yvette suggested we walk back to the hotel along the beach. It was a warm romantic night and we were not in any hurry. We walked out the back of the restaurant to the packed wet sand at the water's edge. I put my arms around Yvette from behind and kissed her just below her earlobe. That always made her shiver with delight and tonight was no exception. I whispered into her ear that I couldn't wait to get her to bed, certain that Nicki wouldn't hear me over the sound of the surf. We started back to the hotel, Yvette and I holding hands and Nicki on my right. Yvette had taken off her shoes and was carrying them in her left hand, the waves softly kissing her feet. We didn't say anything on the walk. We just enjoyed the view of the moon over the water, the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the smells of the ocean. From time to time, music could be heard over the waves as we passed an occasional bar. It probably took us about fifteen minutes to walk slowly back to the hotel. On the walk, I was thinking about Yvette. I was also thinking about undressing in front of Nicki. When we turned right to go up to the hotel, I was again hard at the prospects of what was about to come.
I unlocked the door and opened it as I turned on the light. Nicki stepped in behind me but Yvette had stopped outside to brush sand off her feet.
"The moment of truth," Nicki said nervously.
"Truth?" I asked.
Nicki smiled, but her uncertainty showed. "The sleeping arrangements," she explained.
"Mmhm," I answered.
Yvette came in and tossed her shoes towards our suitcase on the floor. She fell back onto the bed, her white dress arrayed around her like an angelic glow. Forgetting for a moment that we had an audience, I lay on top of her and kissed her. She instinctively spread her legs. My legs slid between hers, pressing my erection harder against her pussy.
"Shouldn't you get undressed first to do that?" asked Nicki, trying to sound innocent.
Yvette and I opened our eyes. I was going to laugh but Yvette looked serious. I felt her taking a deep breath. "If we're going to do this, let's just do it," she whispered to me. Now butterflies invaded my stomach. It was really going to happen. I got up in answer and held out a hand to her. She stood and moved in front of me. As I unzipped her dress, she looked at Nicki and began the speech she had probably been rehearsing throughout dinner.
"Nicki, we know things didn't turn out as you expected this weekend. I'm sorry, we're both sorry. We know you probably came here like us, without much in the way of pajamas because you were planning to be having sex all week. Now," she took another deep breath before continuing. "It's time for bed. Gary and I are going to sleep naked, and we are going to make love. Feel free to sleep however you want. You can watch us if you want, or turn away. We're still going to have sex, either way. It won't bother us if you watch. It won't bother us if you masturbate in front of us. If watching bothers you, you can take a walk or wait in the bathroom."
Nicki looked shocked at Yvette's words, but the shock wore off quickly. When I finished unzipping Yvette's dress, I slid my hands under the material and pushed it off her shoulders. From the back, I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, only panties, under the dress. Nicki's look of shock turned to something else when my wife's dress fell to the floor. I couldn't figure out what because at that moment Yvette turned around, pressing her soft skin against me, and began undressing me. When a beautiful nearly naked woman starts undressing me, rational thought goes out the window. When it's my wife, the most beautiful woman in the world, the woman I love more than anything else, all other thoughts fall by the wayside just like her clothes. I ran my hands over her bare back as she unbuttoned my polo shirt. When she grabbed the hem, I lifted my arms to allow her to remove the shirt. Tossing it aside, her eyes met mine with a grin as she sank to her knees. She deftly unbuckled my belt and undid my pants. She sensually slid her hands inside the sides of my pants, over my briefs, as she pushed my pants down. One of her hands slid around to the front to pass over my growing erection as the other pushed my pants to my ankles. I tried stepping out of them but they were caught on my feet.
Yvette realized my difficulty and left my hardon to use both hands to get me out of my pants. When she did, she grabbed me by the cheeks of my ass and pressed her face to my dick, kissing me through the cloth. I throbbed. It was then I remembered we had an audience. I looked up, away from Yvette's face, to see Nicki caressing one breast through her shirt. She had been intently watching what Yvette was doing so she didn't notice I was now watching her.
Nicki moved her other hand over her crotch and slid it back and forth, up and down her slit. I was doubly assaulted – by Yvette's mouth trying to reach my dick through my underwear and by the sight of Nicki playing with herself. My mind cleared when I felt Yvette's fingers inside the waistband of the only piece of clothes I was still wearing. She was pulling down my underwear. The moment of truth – I was about to be completely naked in front of Nicki. With scarcely a moment to think about it, I felt Yvette finish undressing me. My erection sprang free, announcing its presence to the world as it stuck out like a flagpole. Nicki's eyes widened a little. I saw her tongue stick out just a little and lick her lips. Her nipples were just barely noticeable beneath her soft cotton shirt and I could see her breathing had deepened.
Yvette licked the tip of my dick, tasting the precum gathering there. The touch of her tongue to my erection was like an electric current. I let out a moan, a moan that was echoed involuntarily by Nicki. The silence now broken, Nicki spoke softly.
"Is it good?" she asked.
"Oh, yesss," Yvette answered, a strand of precum that had joined her lips to my cock breaking free as she moved her mouth to speak. She leaned forward, taking my shaft into her mouth. I had watched Yvette giving me a blowjob countless times. I was at that moment more interested in watching what Nicki was doing. 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 pants, 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 Nicki was touching herself in front of me. Then I realized that I was standing naked in front of her, getting a blowjob.
Yvette 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. Nicki 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, leaving my lips pressed against her dark brown 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 Nicki 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. My thought at that point was that the juices flowing out of her were her gift to me, her love for me pouring out into my mouth.
I felt Yvette'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 Yvette 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 Yvette's eyes, seeing my passion mirrored there. When a motion caught my eye, I looked over and saw something I was unprepared for.
Nicki'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 Yvette, but I lusted for Nicki. I can't deny that. She was young, trim and blonde. 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. Nicki positioned it at her opening.
"Don't you need some lubricant with that?" Yvette asked. She had apparently been watching Nicki as well.
Nicki 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 Yvette'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 Nicki with my stamina. Alas, it wasn't to be. I could have handled the feeling of Yvette'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 Nicki 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 Nicki'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 Nicki did creep into my mind. As much as I love Yvette, I couldn't keep thoughts of Nicki 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, Nicki gave a great moan. Yvette 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. Nicki's orgasm triggered mine and I was helpless to stop it. All I could do was thrust as deeply into Yvette 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 Nicki being there. Maybe it was knowing Nicki was cumming at the same time. Maybe it was watching Nicki using her dildo. Whatever it was, it was good – for me. Yvette 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 Nicki and I had just enjoyed. Yvette 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. "Gary, please eat me."
Ordinarily, I love to go down on Yvette. 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 tits. 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 Yvette, I could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. I hated letting her down like that, especially because thoughts of Nicki 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 Yvette 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 Yvette. 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 flavor, but I was thinking of what I was doing for her.
Her legs clamped tightly around my head and she lifted her pelvis off the bed as she gave a loud, drawn out, moan. Her hands, which had been fondling her breasts, were now on the back of my head. She was out of control, in the throes of an orgasm – a big one – and she only wanted my mouth to press harder against her pussy. I kept up my ministrations, careful to keep up the stimulation so I could prolong her peak. In time, the hands that had been holding me tightly suddenly pushed me away. She could take no more for now. I moved away from between her legs and got a good look at her face. She was opening her eyes and looking down at me.
"Damn. That was good." She took a deep breath, and then held her arms out to me. I moved over her and, lying fully on top of her, kissed her. I pressed my tongue into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it in. Then I realized what I must taste like, only she didn't seem to mind tasting herself in my mouth. When our lips parted, I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me in a thoughtful way.
"You taste a little like sperm," she said. I blushed at those words. "Don't be embarrassed. I like it."
Nicki spoke next. I think we had both forgotten she was there. Yvette jumped a little at the sound of Nicki's voice. Nicki spoke softly, almost reverently. "That was so awesome. Watching the two of you was hot. When Gary went down on you, after, I got so wet. That was so incredible, seeing him eat you out... after cumming in you."
All three of us thought over what she had just said. It was definitely something new to all of us.
"Knowing what I must taste like made it all the more exciting," Yvette added. She was looking at me, lovingly. "You did that for me. I didn't realize what I was asking at the time. Now that I think about it, that was such an act of total and complete love."
"Now that I think about it, I can't believe I did it," I told her.
"But the gesture was made. You did it because you love her so much. You guys have such a special relationship." Nicki licked her lips and swallowed. "Thanks for letting me watch."
When I looked over at Nicki, I realized how absurd the situation was. The three of us were naked, sharing a bed. Nicki was holding her dildo, still wet with her juices. Yvette was lying before me, her legs open and her pussy visibly wet. I could feel how wet my cheeks were. Nicki was right. It wasn't just an act between Yvette and I. Nicki had shared in it by being there.
"I can't believe we're doing this," Yvette said. There was not sadness or unhappiness in her voice. Maybe disbelief, but not regret. She gave me a smile, a soft loving smile, then turned and did the same to Nicki. "This is so right," she reassured us both. I could see she was thinking hard about something. The indecision clouded her face. She looked from Nicki to me, then her expression changed to resolve. She sat up, moved to her knees between Nicki and me, and took my hand in her left. She took Nicki's hand in her right. She looked back and forth to each of us as she spoke.
"This is so right. The three of us sharing this moment. Three friends taking part in such a private moment." Nicki started to speak but Yvette shook her head at her, stopping her. "I want us to share totally. We're all friends, good friends." She pulled her hands together now, in the process placing my hand over Nicki's. My palm was sweaty as I felt the skin on the back of Nicki's hand. I had no idea where this was leading, but it didn't seem bad. Not bad, but not somewhere I had ever been before. "Nicki watched us making love and liked it." Yvette took a deep breath and looked into my eyes as she said, "I want to watch." Then she turned to look into Nicki's eyes. "I want to see what Gary looks like when he makes love." She squeezed our hands. "I want to watch the two of you make love to each other."
Looking past Yvette, I could see the expression of surprise on Nicki's face mirrored my own. In that moment, I felt surprise, concern, fear... and excitement. I admit it. I was horny at the thought of fucking Nicki. Still, I loved Yvette dearly and I didn't want to do anything to injure our marriage, no matter how badly I wanted to do it with Nicki. I reached out with my left hand and touched Yvette's cheek, turning her face to mine.
My heart had started pounding when the realization of what Yvette was saying first hit me. I had to clear my throat before I could speak. "Are you sure about this?" She smiled and nodded slowly. "Really sure? Do you realize what you're saying? What you're asking?"
She giggled. "Of course I do. I just asked my husband to make love to my best friend. While I watch." Hearing her say the words made it seem all the more incredible.
"Are you sure you can handle it? I mean seeing me and Nicki, me inside her, cumming inside her?"
Yvette kept smiling sweetly and nodded. Turning, she now addressed Nicki. "How do you feel about it?"
Nicki swallowed hard. Her face was flushed. "Do you really mean this?" she asked Yvette, maybe asked both of us. I became concerned that she might not want to be with me. I felt disappointment. Well, most of me did. Part was still hopeful. "If you do, I want to do it. I really want to do it."
Yvette looked back to me, then down to my waist. "Good, because Gary obviously wants you." I was at full erection again. That's kind of difficult to hide when you're naked.
We all laughed at that, but I couldn't deny her statement. I wanted Nicki at that moment. I still loved my wife totally and completely, but I wanted to see what it would be like with Nicki. I just couldn't believe my wife was asking me to cheat on her – and that she wanted to watch me do it.
Nicki broke the silence. "Well, if we're going to do this, then let's get started before anyone gets second thoughts."
Yvette moved to the side as Nicki shuffled to in front of me and pressed her body against mine as she kissed me. I will never forget the first time I felt her naked breasts against me. It was so familiar yet so foreign. I had felt Yvette's body that way countless times. This was the first time I had felt Nicki's body this way. It was the touch of a woman, but a woman who was not my wife. The thought that this was someone other than my wife only made the excitement I felt grow. When our lips parted, I looked over to Yvette for reassurance. She was smiling brightly. She sensed what I was looking for and nodded. Nicki slid down onto the bed until she was lying where Yvette had been a few minutes ago. She was in the wet spot. She looked so beautiful, lying naked with her legs together before me. I swallowed hard as Nicki spread her legs, looking sweetly at me. I knew what both women wanted from me. I knew what I wanted. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I moved into position between Nicki's long lean outstretched legs. Positioning my dick at her opening, I held the shaft in my right hand and slid it up and down her lips to gather lubrication. My dick was so excited as it touched her pussy. I heard Nicki moan but my attention was riveted on the sight of my dick pushing aside her blonde hair and spreading her lips apart. On the next down stroke, I pushed the head against her opening, feeling it seat itself. The view of her blonde curls against my shaft was making my breathing deepen. My cock was pulsing in time to my heartbeat, which was finally slowing. I guess I was realizing this was actually going to happen. I looked up to Nicki, seeing her lovely face study mine. She looked very serious, but very happy at the same time. She could feel where my dick was. She knew the next push would cause me to penetrate her in a way I had never done to her before.
Yvette moved over and lay down on the bed with her head resting on Nicki's stomach. She had a front row seat at the main event. She reached out and felt my dick, her touch adding to the strangeness of the moment. As her fingers slid across my erection, I watched the blonde curls from Nicki's pussy brush against her fingers. Yvette's finger reached out a little and brushed against one of the lips of Nicki's pussy. It was probably inadvertent, but I saw it. I couldn't believe I was seeing my wife touch another woman there. I couldn't believe my dick was against Nicki's pussy.
Yvette sighed and I could feel her warm breath against my dick. I'm sure Nicki felt her breath as well. "Do it, Gary. Push inside her," Yvette almost whispered. I pressed forward, feeling Nicki's pussy against the head of my dick. At first, I didn't think it would fit. Her opening was smaller than Yvette's. She had just had the dildo inside herself, but she was still tight. I pressed and she stretched. Then, suddenly, her opening gave way. Her body gave itself over to me. She yielded and admitted me. I felt my dick sliding slowly into a very warm, very wet and very tight place. A place I had never been before. Nicki was a lot smaller inside than I was used to. She was so wet that I slid easily, but I could still feel the tightness. Nicki started moaning, a single drawn out sound, as I stretched her in a way she obviously wasn't used to.
I was watching my dick enter that blonde haired pussy. Once I was as far inside her as I was going to go on the first stroke, I reversed and slowly pulled out, fascinated by the sight of my shaft now shiny with Nicki's juices. Yvette was also watching, turning her head and lifting it up now so she could witness the penetration. When the head was almost out, I pressed in again. Yvette spoke in a dreamy voice, a voice that was clouded with fog, or an orgasmic haze. "That is so beautiful. I never knew it looked so beautiful when we did that." She touched my shaft, now slick with Nicki, and my shaft slid past her finger as I entered Nicki's body. I went a little deeper, but it was going to take several st
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Sensitive nose snuffing and eyes and ears attuned to everything that made a sound or moved in her natural habitat, the great burly bear moved gracefully through her territory on silent padded feet. She was not hungry, her nearly insatiable appetite f
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Daddy, can I talk to you?” It was my daughter, Janet who had just turned 16 and is the apple of my eye. She is a beauty, but I could be biased. She stands about 5’4” weighs an athletic 112 lbs., has gorgeous light brown hair and brown eyes to m
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the months passed the days, everyone has a job. We not filtered through a very long time ago, and nothing has happened since I moved back home to Peter Geci, the laughing ferret out the öregannyához moved. Got a new girlfriend, a week ago I came up
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Dr. Vivian McLeod was carefully retrieving a bug from the container. There were still a few specimens alive since she brought them back from Miranda's apartment. The doctor could still remember the night she received the call. “You have to come ove
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William Robert James Dunlop was a bully, he had always
been a bully, his father encouraged him to be a bully.
"Weak fools get nowhere son, exercise your authority,
make them crawl."
The town where Billy as he was known to his friends did
just th
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