Nicole In Our Bed

They pounded away in the night.

She jerked my hand tighter, began to shudder again and orgasmed nice and loud and satisfying.

He slowed for a few strokes, let her get some breath back, and went straight back to hard and fast. Another minute and he came with a great grunt into her, deep but nowhere near as long. He wasn't used to three any more.

Collapsing, they cooled down together. I leaned in and kissed Nicole. I leaned in and kissed my husband. Glad for them both. They just lay there, still gasping.

*

"I waited 'til like the last minute to come on to you guys. Because that way if you freaked I'd be gone, some people are all weird about this kind of shit, fucking together, you never know. And we won't have to see each other on Saturdays any more when I get back. So that'd be OK. But I'm real glad you guys didn't freak."

*

"You don't have to. Really, It's OK, I'm fine."

"Yes I do. Have to. Plus, I want to, Nicole."

I lay on top of her, kissing her soft and tender and all over, her lips, her nose, her eyes. Practicing, actually. Practicing soft. I hadn't said anything to her. Or to him, for that matter. I hadn't repeated any of my foolish boasting about wanting to screw another woman, have her shudder and moan below my tongue. But she knew.

And I certainly hadn't said anything about my 'issues' either. But she knew.

I'd kissed her lips, then that cute little dimple a fraction below, then her chin. Lifted it and leaned into her neck. Hadn't slid down an inch toward her warm and wet crotch. Yet. But she knew.

She whispered permission. Gave me an excuse, a way out. I didn't take it, I just started my journey. Down. On a woman.

A tiny fraction at a time, meandering across her chest and breasts, pausing at those fabulous nipples, so alive under my lips and tongue, practicing some more. Then down again. Very aware without needing to look that my husband, right beside me in our bed, was watching as I kissed my way downwards. And loving it.

Tummy, as silky soft below my lips as her labia had been below my fingers. Bigger steps now. Navel.

I gave that delightful little hollow some close attention, loving how it felt shuddering as she giggled. Then down more, heading southwards. Her fingers tightened suddenly, right at the base of my skull. Holding me still. Giving me one last excuse to stop, or at least pause. Think things over some more. I did for a second, then pushed right through it.

Right as her deeply tanned skin suddenly turned milky white below my lips I took a very deep breath. Breathe, that's the key. Keep breathing.

Her knees came up around my shoulders, I got my arms down, around her and out, gripping her silken thighs right at the hipbone. They rose around me as I slid another inch closer. Back to not thinking, trying not to think. Feel. Feel all that smooth downy warm flesh all around me, enveloping my head. Holding myself up and over her, I rubbed my cheeks and ears on one, then the other. Feel. Feels good.

Breathe. Smell. Inhale her scent, now inches away. Moments away. And him too, and yes I thought, that did help. Don't think.

I turned and kissed a thigh. Then the other. Savoring? Or delaying? Don't think.

Lean. Forward, eyes now closed, no need anymore, I can feel her heat radiating up and out on my face.

Touch. Her and him, spread in a thick layer on her labia, with just the tiniest tip of my tongue. Tasty. She's right, boys and girls together, the best flavor there is, someone should bottle that. Sweet and musky and salty and dark and mysterious all at once.

She had caught her breath at the tiny little touch of my tongue. I thrilled at that.

I tried my best to remember her tongue on me, do just like that. Remember, flow and think of nothing else.

Got a deep breath, held it. Heard my husband do the same beside me. Smile. It's going to be fine. Suddenly calm, no more hesitation. I could do this.

Lick. Straight up, starting as low as I could reach, straight up, as soft as I can touch, straight up, wet and steady as her innermost lips part below me moving up and I dipped in slightly at the vaginal opening tasting a sudden spurt of salt no pausing as I bump soft and light nothing but butterflies on my mind over her clit and then hood and finally out the very top as far as I can reach no hesitation at all.

Eyes closed and tongue still out, holding the moment as long as I could. My first pussylick.

I let out my breath, it was going to be fine. My husband let out his breath, I'd just filled the other of his deepest fantasies. Nicole let out her breath, getting comfy below my hands and lips and tongue. "Oooooo......." she cooed.

I pulled my tongue back inside my mouth and moved it all around, tasted her vulva all over again, her and him together, wow that's good, and swallowed it down.

Quick smile for her, quick smile for him, another breath for me, do it again. Even softer, slower. She stroked one side of my head, he the other. That felt nice. Encouraging.

I tried to flick my lip on her clit, now standing up I was very gratified to see. Like a guy's erection, girls can't fake that. So it's always a compliment. She giggled above me, so I did it again. Nice.

Enough with her for the moment, time for some of him. I slid my t0ngue out, down, and eased it through her opening, prying her open, getting my lips firmly onto her lips and then gently sucking his semen from her vagina, his familiar taste mixed with so many unfamiliar sensations, it was electric all over again.

She moaned, just a little. Softly. Another good sign.

Tongue in deeper, wiggling it around a little, lips pressing firmly. Feeling her warmth again, all around me, below me, salt flooding into my mouth.

Suck. Very gently.

Gather as much as I can, exploring her depths, feeling her moving around me. Squeezing onto me just as softly, opening and thighs working together to hold me softly inside her vagina.

Break, move back, breathe.

Smile at her. Smile at him, looking at me in wonder, my face between another woman's legs.

Open wide and show off for him a little. Tongue way out, look what I've got! Tip back, let it slide in, swallow it down. Smiling wide, oh that's good.

So down for some more.

Tongue deep inside her, careful to keep my nose from bumping into her clit, I know it's very sensitive now, circle inside her like she did me. Sucking and gathering, she starts to move her bottom, squeeze herself onto my ears. Push in hard and wide, spreading her, filling her.

Her fingers slide between us, helping me out, I let them, her vagina is wonderful, I want to stay deep inside it. So soft and warm and deep.

I add pushing to circling, finding a rhythm, trying to keep it.

Her bottom rose below me, I slipped my hands around and below, grabbing and lifting, pulling her onto me, tonguefucking our neighbor right there in our bed.

Lips glued to lips, feeling her flex, feeling her squeeze. Her taste changes, starts to overwhelm his, deeper, muskier, more like me afterwards. Mouth open somehow even wider. Push into her hard, keep the beat.

In circle out in circle out in circle out keep it up incircleout and she's cumming up into my face.

I held her to me, pushed in hard and drank deep as she shuddered in my hands, downy soft thighs lightly squeezing my ears and moaning somewhere far above me.

*

He's a great guy, and he's been a terrific husband, I had thought as I switched off the bedroom lights. I could never have asked for a better one. He wants this so much. And I've promised it to him so many times. It wouldn't be right to deny him now, I had thought. Then tried to keep that as the last thing I thought for the rest of the night.

I didn't succeed. But it worked out all right. Eventually.

*

The fourth one took some doing.

After snoozing for a bit, then lying together some more, I reached down my husband's tummy to check things out in the darkness. The precocious Nicole's hand was already there ahead of me. We giggled together again, then both moved down our bed for a closer look.

Meeting over his center, she whispered, "I call cock, it's my turn. You take balls."

That seemed like a good plan, so I reached between his legs and came up from below fingernailtips only. Giving her plenty of room to work.

She slurped his limp penis in and started working her jaw along the underside. Eventually, he started responding, but even slower than last time. It had to be hard on my poor baby.

I tried to get my head down and around to lick his balls, but it was just too awkward a position. She had things going well, it was just a matter of time and biology, so I let her work and slid back up to rest my chin on his shoulder. Whispering into his ear as he just stared straight up unfocused, breath in raspy gasps, trying hard to get hard.

"Me and the very, very buxom sweet little cutie pie Miss Nicole are going to fuck you dry, big guy, fuck you dry. Then lick each other's dripping wet pussy, taking turns back and forth. We've barely begun to ride your stiff cock, suck the cum right out of your balls. And from here on out it's going to hurt a little. Sorry about that big guy, but you did ask for it you know."

I was back to teasing him, but this time it was about something that was actually happening. He was concentrating way to hard to do anything but nod.

This was familiar stuff for us, talking him hard again. Although it hadn't been for a fourth time in a while. But the fundamentals don't change.

"Now, I want you to get that great big steel hard tool of yours slamming into that poor little girl's tonsils quick like a little bunny, OK? There's a lot of night left, and you've got two very horny women who want to share every spurting drop of your steaming hot cum."

His eyes popped wide and he gasped hard, head jumping a foot or more above the pillow. I do great dirty talk, but that was ridiculous.

I my eyes flicked down to see if she'd bitten him or something. Instead, I thought I saw his shaft, his entire shaft, the whole damn thing, emerge gradually from between her tight lips. It glistened dripping wet in the moonlight all the way to his balls.

Her hair was in the way, so I might have been wrong. But I didn't think so.

I watched the next suck in very closely. Back to normal, nothing different. Except he was still wet to the root.

And hard enough to start at least.

She pushed him toward me, I pulled him over on top and spread, missionary because you can't beat the classics and I liked feeling him up there. Nicole reached between us and slipped him inside me, and I gave him some solid bucking time, then eased my great big stallion down to soft and sweet. It was late, this time it didn't take long. Then I handed him over.

Nicole flipped him to his back and rode him straight to slamming, hands jammed into her crotch and having another shuddering orgasm on the way, where does that girl get the energy? Once she'd truly wore him out, I got him back for a very sweet, nice, sweaty conclusion, politely declined Nicole's offer of another lick, and we all fell asleep for a while arm in arm in arm.

*

"I'm no cum dumpster, OK? No kind of slut. I've got rules. Not like some girls."

"That's important. I guess?"

Somewhere way past three a.m. Nicole and I sat leaning against each other on the sofa, both still naked, smiling wide and very sweaty. Fully flushed and flagrantly fragrant, I inhaled our threesome's combined scents while feeling her impossibly soft and smooth skin on mine, amazed all over again by how good she felt. Both of us still dribbling a few last drops of sperm onto the cushions, I'd have to get them cleaned before we had guests over.

He snored in the bedroom.

I had gotten us a half gallon of Fudge Ripple and two big spoons. We ate straight from the carton, adding a chocolatey layer to the rich tastes already in our mouths, on our lips. I was going to really hate brushing her and him out in the morning.

Nicole ripped a great big hit of ice cream and let it slowly melt, eyes closed and savoring. Then passed it to me as she swallowed. "For example, I try to be real polite, fucking husbands. I don't want to suck any deeper than their wives, buttfuck unless she does, or do any kind of weird kinky shit unless she likes doing it too. Because I don't want to spoil things, you know? Between them."

"You deepthroated him, didn't you? Your hair was in the way, but I thought you did." I scooped a spoonful and passed it back. With a warm smile, I hoped. I wanted her to understand that I wasn't upset.

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to say, OK? Trying to get to. I wanted to tell you I'm real sorry about that. I said I tried. I didn't say I always remembered, OK? I get carried away sometimes."

"We all do, it's OK. We'll be OK."

"But I could teach you if you want? When I come home. It's not hard. And boys, they really like that. Believe me."

"Hmmm..." Something to think about. After all, Christmas vacation was practically around the corner.

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