Weekend for Four – Threesome Thursday

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Weekend for Four – Threesome ThursdayMy wife Claire had a very active sex life in college. Of course, it was pretty active afterwards, but only with me, so far as I knew. Friends of hers still corresponded with her, which is to say sent (and received) sexts, pictures, and some live feeds. Sometimes I caught her online, naked or nearly so, with hands on her body, stroking her pussy, and watching someone else, not always male, doing the same for her pleasure. “Caught” isn’t quite right; I knew she could have done this while I was at work, during the week, and for all I knew she did, but she loved my walking in on her, as I did. Every time I saw her camming with someone, we inevitably wound up on our bed, making love passionately for hours after.An old boyfriend of hers, Bill, had divorced at the end of last year. Claire and I had happily fucked live on camera for him, as a sympathetic gesture, but a gift for her, too. She especially liked watching him jack himself off and cum while I pounded her hot, slippery pussy. Her eyes had been fixed on the laptop’s small screen, and she moaned when he shot his load, cumming herself moments later.Bill visited us a few months later, and stayed overnight; our home was near Mount Rainier, with a view of the mountain from our living room. I had expected him to watch us again, this time in our room or on the couch while we balled in front of the fireplace that reached to our ceiling. Sadly, he arrived later than intended, and had to leave early the next morning, but he still wanted to thank me personally for letting him watch.Personally.Just after dawn on Saturday, Bill had lured me out of my bed with Claire, got me naked on the couch, and given me an incredible blowjob by way of thanks for our sexy video. He followed that up, fully clothed, by fucking my mouth on the couch, then anally, shooting his cum deep inside me. I’d never had sex with another man, and this erotic trifecta was the perfect introduction. And Claire?She knew what Bill had planned, and slept in our bed while he and I fucked, just letting me enjoy our guest, and wanting him to visit again. Claire had always been adventurous, luring me to Pirate’s Cove once for public sex on that nude beach, with a crowd of appreciative spectators. She also gave me a blowjob under the table at an elegant, candlelit restaurant; who doesn’t dream of that? We fucked, mostly clothed, in one of the aisles of a 24-hour supermarket at about three o’clock in the morning. All three of these happened within the weeks since Bill had departed.I was perpetually horny ever since Bill left, and I don’t know whether Claire had counted on that, but at the very least she benefited from it. So did I. She was definitely turned on by the thought of me with Bill, and let her fantasies and hormones run rampant. Our weekends had always included long sessions in bed or on the kitchen counter or the bathtub, and a few times on the deck when it was warm enough. Now we often spent the whole weekend in bed, sucking and fucking the day and night away. “Nothing,” she said more than once, “like sucking cock to get in the mood, eh?”Nothing like it.I came home Thursday night from work, and it was just after sundown. Autumn had just gotten into full swing, and the first delicious hints of smoke from a few cozy fireplaces already scented the air. I was ready for the weekend. Claire had persuaded me to take a personal day Friday, and my mind had run wild with all sorts of fantasies of what I would do with her for a three-day weekend. For the thousandth time, I reviewed my mental list of things I was planning to do with her until late Sunday night. We were going to fuck on the big deck next to the hot tub, I knew, and probably at least once in every one of our bedrooms, the shower, maybe in the back yard, even though the weather had started to turn, and October was only a few days away. My imagination was filled with erotic possibility, and I knew Claire would fulfill all my fantasies.I parked in the driveway, and took the steps quickly, my briefcase swinging against my side, breathless with desire for my beautiful wife. Pulling the door open, I stepped inside and closed it, swiftly locking it, eager to shut the rest of the world out.Claire appeared, wearing a pearl-white nightgown which trailed down to the floor. It was open, framing the cleavage between her bare breasts with the sheer fabric, the furry trim artfully arranged to conceal her nipples. At nearly fifty, she was still trim and magnificent, only now beginning to thicken around her midriff. Her breasts were a generous and full, taking a DD cup, and the rest of her body was curvy and all natural. Her dirty blonde tresses cascaded over her shoulders and down past the small of her back almost to her waist. She was also a natural dirty blonde, her pussy hair the same shade, still lush and thick, soft and kinky. She had never had any “work” done, never needed it. Everything about her body, every inch of it, was natural, and so naturally fuckable.Claire’s only concession to modesty was a pair of panties, also white and practically gleaming in the hallway lights. She grinned, swept over to me, and took my briefcase, stowing it quickly in the closet, before accepting my long, slow kiss, pressing her almost naked body against me.Disengaging after a long moment, she stepped back, holding both of my hands. “I have a nice surprise for you, sweetheart.” Turning on one bare foot, she led me into the living room.Two figures reclined on the loveseat, sitting on towels carefully placed under their bottoms. The first was Bill, naked from the waist up, and, as I rounded the loveseat, from the waist down also. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his cock, relaxed but still thick, lolling in his thick black pubic hair. I let my gaze linger on it, and on him, remembering his last visit with a skip in the beat of my heart. His body was lean and muscular, and his eyes were blue. He was clean-shaven, his chest thick with black hair that matched the hair trimmed closely on his head.It dawned on me this was the first time I’d seen him naked, at least more than his cock protruding from his blue jeans before he had fucked my mouth and finished in my ass a little more than two months ago. It was unexpected, and a very welcome sight. My first thought was to drop to my knees and use my lips and tongue to coax it to life, taking it in my mouth and sucking him off in front of Claire and our other guest. I knew Claire would eagerly watch, and wondered if her friend would do the same.Shaking my head to clear that thought away, for now, I faced our second guest on my sofa. She was also naked, a not quite petite redhead with perky tits, silky smooth skin, and I caught a flicker of merry green eyes when she smiled at me. She looked to be the same age, or close to it, as Claire. Her lips were slender and looked very eager to kiss a mouth, or a cock, or maybe Claire’s pussy. That thought made me even hotter, now for any of them, wife or guests. Her tits were smaller, maybe a C cup, her frame slender and wiry, and she looked naturally fuckable too. Her tanned, freckled skin was accented by pale bikini marks, highlighting her breasts and pussy. Her hand was on Bill’s knee, and I felt a surge of possessiveness, odd since we’d never met before this moment.Claire whispered into my ear, standing behind me. “Surprise, my sexy man.” She stepped to my side, and indicated our guests. “Bill, you know already.” The lustful little turn to her words was almost inaudible to anyone who didn’t know her, which of course Bill did. He nodded and smiled.“And here is Rita. Bill and I knew her in college, and I wanted to introduce you.” The way she said introduce made it clear she didn’t mean a handshake and light conversation, and I suspected that she meant knew in the biblical sense.“Let’s have some dinner, baby,” she continued, and lead me to the table in our kitchen, not the dining room. I knew why; it was glass, a rounded square with plenty of room for four, not the heavy hickory table in the larger room, and nothing was on it, no centerpiece, no tablecloth. I would able to see all of them naked, head to toe, while we dined. I started to sit, and Claire said, “Wait. You have to catch up. Strip for me and our guests.” I grabbed my sweater to pull it off, and she laid a hand on his arm. “Slowly. Let them see you take them off slowly.”Of course I have to be naked, too… My heart stuttering in my chest, I slid my sweater up and off, lifting it inch by inch before pulling it over my head, and slipped my oxfords off, one by one. Both of our guests, and Claire, watched with evident interest. Rita seemed especially interested, and it occurred to me she was the only one here who hadn’t—sucked my cock—seen me naked.Unbuttoning my shirt, and the cuffs at my wrists, I let it drop off my shoulders and onto the floor at my feet. My breath was coming harder, and I felt my cock twitch in my slacks. Before working on the pants, I reached down and pulled off my socks, then stood barefoot on the cool kitchen tile. I thought about whipping my pants down in one swift motion, but realized I didn’t want to disappoint them. Any of them.Unclasping my belt and gyrating my hips slightly, I took it out of the loops and tossed it onto the nearby couch, then undid the catch and zipper to my khaki slacks. I wriggled and let them fall off my hips, and stepped out of them wearing only my boxers. “How do you like it so far?,” I asked no-one in particular, and looked down. I was fully erect now, and the fabric of my shorts were tented, my arousal obvious.“Do you mind if I help?” The question came, not from Claire or Bill, but from Rita, her first words since I had arrived. Claire smiled and nodded permission, and Rita stepped behind me. Her hands slipped under my waistband, and caressed my ass before moving around to the front. She ran the tips of her fingers over the front of my rigid cock, and cooed softly, a horny and encouraging sound, erotic and filled with promise. She slid my boxers over my hips, and, kneeling, drew them down to my ankles, and I stepped out of them, standing naked in front of all them. Rita rubbed her palm up, then down my shaft to my balls, and smiled appreciatively at my soft moan. So did, I saw, Bill and Claire.Rita spoke again. “Very nice. Very, very nice. I can see why you let him cum in your mouth.” I realized she could be speaking to either, or both of them. Rita withdrew, and took the seat to my right. Bill sat to my left. Claire went to the counter, where dinner waited, and started serving us. The plates were new, and also clear glass. My eyes drifted now to Rita, and I took in her curves and startling red bush, and, noticing my interest, she smiled back.Dinner was baked chicken breasts, with a small salad. For dessert, Claire brought out a plate of cut fruit and small bowls of orange sherbet for each of us. We’d barely spoken, somehow waiting for permission to break the silence.Rita timed it perfectly. She turned to me as I popped some ripe mango in my mouth. “So, does Claire or Bill suck cock better?”I coughed around the fruit, then stammered a reply. “Claire, but Bill has a lot of her technique.”Rita’s laugh was a bubbly sound, full of joyous, lustful hints. “I know. He learned from her. I watched them gobbling some guy’s cock at a party. She really knew how, and Bill learned fast. Then I took a turn with them later.”“A threesome?” I was immediately embarrassed, not at that thought, but at not realizing that it was very plausible, even obvious. Of course my untamed wife had enjoyed threesomes, more than five or six, in college, and I remembered where I’d seen Rita. “You were online with her, last year. You were both naked and…” I didn’t finish the thought, didn’t know if I had let a secret out that Claire hadn’t wanted to share.Claire said, softly, “And last week, sweetheart. Last Wednesday, in fact. After we played for each other online, I invited her just after I asked Bill to come over. Figured we could make it just the four of us.”“So you had this planned for a week.”“Longer, babe. Bill told me the following weekend he would be in town again, and I had planned to surprise you with his visit.” She looked very pleased with herself, almost purring. “Then it struck me, why not invite another…playmate?”“So we can watch them?”“Not just them. Maybe you would like to see Bill in my mouth, or pussy, while Rita…” She let her words trail off suggestively, and the tension at my groin grew. Rita giggled again, and Claire leaned forward. “They’re here all weekend, and you have my permission to go wild, and partake of either one. bets10 And I trust I have yours?” It wasn’t really a question, but I nodded anyway.We chatted for a few minutes more, and all helped with the dishes before heading to the living room. We had a large coffee table, the loveseat our guests had been on facing the picture window and Mount Rainier. Our couch’s back was to the view, and two large, wide chairs sat opposite each other, perpendicular to both. They were a matched set, upholstered in a soft denim, stuffed just enough to be firm, cushy enough to sink back into.Claire crossed to the loveseat and lowered herself, regal and sexy, in the middle, arms flung to the side and outspread on the back of it. Her legs were demurely crossed, and her enjoyment and anticipation were obvious to, and shared by, the rest of us. Despite her outward serenity, I saw that her nipples were hard, curdled with excitement, visible to all under the soft, translucent gown. She reached into a tray on the floor, and pulled out four sets of dice. A second tray was filled with towels, neatly folded, all as white as her gown. She spoke without preamble.“The rules are simple. Low roll does whatever the high roll wants. Whatever it is must be done immediately after the roll, and in full view of everyone else. Obviously,” she said with playful caution, “nothing like leaving someone, or making a car payment, or something outside the room. These are all normal dice, although it was tempting to get a loaded pair, or two.”Claire stood and came to each of us, doling out pairs of six-sided dice, clockwise around our coffee table. First was Rita; hers had marbled red surfaces with pristine white, almost fluorescent, dots. Next was Bill; his dice were green, with sunny yellow spots. She handed me mine, which were black, with metallic gold pips. The final pair was hers, a pale violet with black dots. She glanced over at me. “Gaming store at the mall a couple of weeks ago,” she explained.Settling back down in her seat, she was still the only one of us with a stitch of clothing on, the white gown making her look like a queen, or emcee of some sexy game, which of course she was. “Is everyone clear on the rules? Oh, and we reveal our rolls one at a time, to build anticipation.”Rita, fondling her dice in her right hand, raised her left. “So, what if we don’t want to do what the high roller says? What’s the penalty?” She drew the last word out with a hushed, sultry sigh.“Fair question. If the low roller refuses, then the high roller chooses something else that the low roller must do. They choose with whom, if they choose, or what they must do, but it can’t be with the high roller. In other words, if the high roller says they want doggie style, and the low roller declines, the low roller won’t have to do anything with them, but is stuck with whatever the second choice is.”Rita smirked wickedly. “I don’t think I’ll refuse anything, but I was just checking.”“I hope not…” That was Bill, cupping his dice in one hand, and looking over at Rita with no small amount of anticipatory lust.Claire spoke again, this time to me. “Honey, you okay with the rules? Whatever the high roller says?”I caught her eyes, and nodded, not trusting myself to say anything for now.We all rolled at the same time, and kept our dice covered. Claire revealed first, displaying a six and a three. Nine, which meant almost certainly she wouldn’t be the low one. Rita was next, and had a six and a two, for eight. Bill’s roll came up two fives, for ten.I hadn’t even looked at mine. Figuring quickly, I would probably be doing something with Rita, which was a very exciting prospect, while Claire watched, or Bill would have me perform something on him, while both women watched. In the moment, either was fine with me.Lifting my hands, I showed a six, and a five. Eleven. Rita stood up and stepped around the table to me. “What would please you most?” Her words were soft, undeniably lusty, like a velvet cloth on my skin.My mind was racing. I didn’t want to fuck her right there, I realized, and not before anyone else had gotten their turns at the game. At the same time, she was gorgeous, in a different way than my Claire, and I wanted to do something. “Sit on my lap and make out with me…for five minutes.”Claire arched an eyebrow and nodded once. Bill just watched. I saw that his cock had grown slightly. Rita sat sideways, very demurely, on my lap, and threw her arms around me. Leaning in, she opened her mouth and I did the same. Her tongue was soft and playful, and I felt her hands roaming all over my torso and hips, then to my buttocks. I kissed back, suddenly uncaring of who was watching, and drove my tongue into her mouth, less playfully, more passionately. The woman in my arms moaned, and her breasts were pressed against me. Her nipples were erect, rubbing at the hairs on my chest, and she gave a low moan, almost a growl.Our breathing deepened, and we clutched each other tighter. My hands found their way to her tight rump, and she turned in my lap until she was straddling me, her wet snatch moistening my waking dick. The smell and feel of her juices made my head pound with desire, and she started humping me, her moans filling the room. My eyes were closed, and the rest of my senses were working overtime, reveling in the warmth of her body, her scent, the feel of her breasts against me, the taste of her lips and mouth and tongue.Desperately, I wanted to plunge my cock deep within those moist red curls to the waiting cunt, practically drooling her juices onto my now soaked crotch. She moaned again and redoubled her efforts and her vigorous kisses became even more powerful. My cock was ready to plunge inside her, to drive an orgasm or three from the very center of her, then fill her pussy with my cum, my offering to her…“Time.” Claire’s voice was just loud enough to break the mood, but only just. Rita slowly unfolded herself from around me, and rose from my lap, the musky odor of her womanhood thick in the air and my nose.She smiled. “Claire was right. You really know how to kiss!” It was a great compliment, and my erection flagged slightly, sorry I couldn’t finish inside Rita. Yet. I found myself waiting for the next roll, and if I was high, and Rita was low, I would cum inside her in front of Claire and Bill. Hell, I nearly had already.I glanced over at Claire, who was, I saw, controlling her respiration while the heat burned inside her, eyes fiery with passion. She held my gaze for what seemed minutes, fully communicating how hot she had found my make-out session with Rita. Clearly, she wanted to see more, and do more. To further punctuate her unspoken statement, she parted her lips, and ran her tongue slowly, deliberately, over them, pinning my gaze to hers.When she picked up her dice, we followed suit. Rolling at the same time, we covered our rolls again, and Claire nodded to me to start. A four and a three. Seven, right in the middle. I wasn’t likely to be participating in this round, which was just fine with me, at least for now.“Bill?” He parted his hands. Snake eyes, so he was sure to be the low roll.Rita had a pair of fours, for eight. All of us turned to Claire, who smiled mischievously, and kept her hands over the dice. “Any preference, Bill? Looks like it’s going to be me or Rita.” His eyes darted between them, the stately blonde and the wiry redhead, and he opened his mouth, but clamped it shut when her hands uncovered her roll. A six and a five, for eleven. She was the high roller this round.She regarded Bill solemnly, letting her eyes wander up and down his body. “What to do, what to do…” A moment later, “Come to me, Bill.”He was hard and ready to plunge into my wife, wherever she wanted, her mouth, pussy, or even her ass. Claire and I had tried anal a few times; neither preferred it over my being inside her pussy, or filling her mouth, or a nice, leisurely 69, but we had done it occasionally.Bill was standing in front of her, his dick at attention. Claire leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth, slowly, bathing it with her tongue, and sucked it all the way in before leaning back, letting it slide out of her mouth. She sat back, and opened her gown all the way, displaying her gorgeous tits to him, and to me and Rita. Rita moaned a little, and shifted for a better view.“Fuck my tits, Bill.” We had expected her to suck him dry for us, letting us watch her take his cock all the way in, him fucking her delicate, full mouth, taking his cum on her tongue and letting it dribble down between her breasts, swallowing the rest. Disappointment washed over me briefly, and then was replaced with eagerness, an ardent wish to see the two of them in action.Bill leaned forward, bracing his palms on the back of the loveseat, and his cock nestled in the gap between Claire’s magnificent breasts. Once it was placed, she put a hand on each of them, and enveloped his cock, still slippery with her spit. “Fuck them, Bill.” It was barely a whisper, but Rita and I both heard it.I saw the redhead’s knees part, and her fingers started to play amongst the auburn curls at the center of the pale white skin there. Her breasts, highlighted by matching tanlines, heaved with each breath, and I heard the soft wetness of a lone finger penetrating her pussy, slipping inside. I watched her work her middle finger in and out as she leaned forward to see more. “Fuck her, Bill,” she repeated while slowly fucking herself.Bill started to hump slowly, sliding his hard-on against her chest, speeding up but still holding back. The sight of his well-muscled buttocks clenching and releasing reminded me of when he had lain me back on the couch he’d just risen from, and received my first blowjob. I’d gripped his ass, guiding him into my mouth, but hadn’t actually seen this angle until now. He was humping my wife’s tits, gritting his teeth, breathing deeply but not quite moaning, and I wanted to be in her place, him pumping my mouth as slowly and sensually as he was now working on Claire.Rita was looking at me now, a deep, primal hunger in her eyes. She half-stood, her middle finger still working, sidled over to me, and whispered in my ear. “You want it, don’t you? Bill’s cock in your mouth, fucking you, shooting his hot, thick load all over your face and in your mouth. Don’t you?,” she pressed.My cock was even harder than when she and I had made out, and if she had touched me then, I would have been helpless to hold back my orgasm. I nodded, and she gave me a wicked leer. “I know you do… I want to watch you suck his dick.” She brushed her lips against my cheek, ran her tongue over my earlobe, and backed slowly to her chair once more. She turned to watch Bill tit-fucking Claire, casting sidelong glances at my erection every so often.While Rita was teasing and seducing me, Bill’s thrusts had sped up, the strokes longer and firmer between Claire’s breasts. A droplet of sweat ran off his forehead and onto her chest, and his breath came out in a deep puff. They moaned at the same time. “Cum, Billy. Cum on my tits, baby.” Her voice was taut with want, an eagerness I had loved hearing over the years. Bill groaned, which turned into a loud moan, and I saw his loins pulse and heard the first spurt of his cumshot. Claire moaned at the same moment, and grabbed his ass as his balls emptied themselves onto her pale skin.She gently pushed Bill away, and he grabbed one of the towels at her feet, cleaning himself up as he retreated happily to the couch opposite her. Claire didn’t clean the jizz off her chest, though, and picked up her dice, rolling immediately. All of us did the same.No-one waited to reveal their dice, matching her haste. Claire had rolled a ten, two fives face up on the coffee table. Rita to her left had a five. Bill and I rolled a six and a seven respectively. Claire and Rita locked eyes. “Rita, come over here.”Rita stood and dropped to her knees in front of my wife. “I think I know what you want, Cee…” She leaned forward, and started to lick Bill’s cum off my wife. Starting at her navel, where a thin stream had pooled, she trailed the tip of her tongue up the trickle of semen, coming to rest for a moment between the two full breasts. She worked slowly, sensuously, licking and sucking on Claire’s breasts, nipping softly at her nipples between collecting the cooling cum with her lips and tongue.Claire laid her head back, and stroked the side of Rita’s face. Her moans at each touch of Rita’s very talented tongue were deeper than I had expected, then I saw Rita’s left hand stroking Claire’s bush, and two fingers playing with her clitoris. Claire’s gown was down over her shoulders, bets10 giriş the perfect frame for her beauty, and the thong of her white panties were to one side, showing the whole of her bush and pussy. Amazed, I watched Rita’s fingers slip easily inside my wife’s vagina, stroking the walls while thumbing her clit in time to her delicate, hungry cleansing of Bill’s cum.After maybe five minutes, Rita withdrew her fingers, then her tongue. Claire’s breasts were absent any sign of Bill’s spill, and shiny with the last of Rita’s saliva. Her nipples were hard, erect, as much from the evaporation on her chest as from the pussy play she had just enjoyed. Brightly, Rita asked Claire, “Was that what you had in mind, Cee?”“Oh, fuck, yes. Didn’t expect your fingers, though.” Her head was still lying back, her eyes closed.Rita stood and leaned over, kissing her on the mouth. “You know I love to improvise!” She headed back to her chair, looked over to me, sat and spread her legs, showing her lovely pussy, and her cute tits. “I love improvising…”We waited for Claire to recover, her chest heaving less and less over the next few minutes. I grabbed a water for her from the fridge, and went back for waters for the rest of us. She slurped hers down ravenously, and her breathing slowed gradually. The three of us exchanged looks, wondering who would do what next. All three of us, I considered, wanted to be either high or low roller, and I suspected that all of us, if the dice game ended, would have shoved the table aside and sucked and fucked with abandon into the wee hours.“Okay.” Claire sat forward and grabbed the two violet cubes, shaking them in her hands. I took mine next followed by Rita and Bill at the same time. This time, we all shook them and put them on the table in unison.“Who’s first?”“You, Bill.”He revealed a pair of twos. Four. Rita showed a five and a one. Six, I silently tracked our progress. Claire’s roll was a three and a two. Five. My turn.I expected it to be Rita and Bill, or me and Bill. The odds were with me to be the high roll. I revealed my dice, and stared for a moment. A two and a one looked up at me, gold on black. Three.Rita gave me a predatory smile. “My turn with you.” She saw Claire nodding in approval, and stepped in front of me. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do.” She breathed deeply and bent forward at the waist, hands on the chair’s arms, milky breasts hanging tantalizingly close. “No making out. No hands on me. No kissing anywhere.” She climbed onto my lap, grinning, warm and eager. “In fact, you cannot move at all. Hands on the arms of your chair, palms down. You can’t rub against me, and you can’t touch me. No movement.”“Okay,” I agreed, curious what she had in mind.Straddling me in the wide chair, Rita positioned herself, her pale hips and fiery red bush an erotic contradiction, right over my cock. Bill and Claire sat forward with barely concealed excitement. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Claire sliding her panties off, laying them on the carpet in a gauzy white pool, then she pulled the gown back up over her shoulders and opened it all the way, displaying not quite her entire body to the room.Rita lowered herself with agonizing, for me, slowness, and rocked her hips, spreading her hot, slick juices the length of my cock with her labia, driving a low moan from my throat. One of my hands started to reach for her involuntarily, and she playfully swatted it away. “No touching! I’ll do all of that.” It was a rebuke, but not a stern one, and I knew she had expected that lapse.“Remember, I’m the only one who gets to move.” She brought her hips up, then reached down and guided my cock inside her, settling downward with all the haste of a glacier, taking me all the way in, inch by maddening inch. My hips moved, pushing myself upward into her. She reared up and back, and my cock fell out of her. “No. Moving.” When I nodded, she slid my swollen head back inside her, and resumed her slow engulfing of my cock.The warmth and musky scent of her body was intoxicating, and it took all my strength not to furiously hump her, shooting my cum deep inside her, and I clenched my teeth and arms, willing my body to be still and not take over.I felt her move but her torso was still except for her stomach muscles, and I realized Rita was tightening and loosening the walls of her vagina, moving nothing else, a hybrid Kegel-fuck. Her eyes were closed, and her face was beatific as she moved her hips in a languid, tiny circle, delicately, gingerly balling me. Sipping air through pursed lips, she braced herself on the arms of the chair, after moving my hands to my sides. “No moving,” she whispered, losing herself in the sensation.“It feels so good, Rita.” She smiled and arched her back slightly, her breasts looming before my mouth, eager and waiting to be nuzzled, kissed and suckled. I stayed motionless, and she smiled.“Now you get it…” With her arms, she lifted her body slowly until I was half out of her, and then descended again, inch by inch, enveloping me with her warmth, repeating the slow-motion fucking for almost too long to stand. The thick wetness felt divine, and I moaned again, wanting her to stop teasing me and start humping my hard-on, pushing me headlong into orgasmic joy, filling herself with my cum. “Tell me what you want.” It was both a command and a promise.The words came out before I even knew I was thinking them. “I want to fuck you Rita. Let me pound your pussy.” My voice was oddly calm, even though I was desperate to take her, pick her up and lay her on the rug, thrust over and over until we both finished in a pool of cum and sweat and juices.Rita looked down at me, her jade green eyes boring into mine. “I know. But I’m fucking you, and you get to sit back and just enjoy.” She leaned forward, brushing one nipple against my lips, which I barely kept from responding. I wanted to suck them both, lave them with my tongue, move down to licking her pussy and finishing inside her. She saw me struggle with it, my willpower winning for now.Approval shone in her eyes. In a low voice, still audible to the others, “I’ve done this for over an hour before. I don’t think you can hold out that long. I think you’re trying so hard not to cum.” She squeezed, gripping my cock with her pussy. “I think you’re close, baby.”She was right. “Very…”Her eyes still on mine, she raised her voice. “Claire, can I make your husband come inside me? Do you mind if he shoots his first load of the night in my hungry little cunt?” She timed her words to the gentle squeezing and humping gyrations she alone commanded. I had almost no discipline left, and she was right. I was desperate to cum now, and the muscles in my legs trembled with the effort of not moving, holding still while she tormented me wonderfully.“Can I, Cee? He’s been so good, and he deserves it.”“Make him cum, Rita.” I had never heard more wonderful words I was sure, and started to moan louder. So close…Rita leaned forward, her lips agonizingly close to mine, and when she spoke, each syllable was a puff of heaven on my lips. “Ask me to cum. I want you to ask my permission before you shoot your load.”I couldn’t resist, didn’t want to. “P-please Rita, let me cum. Inside your beautiful, hot pussy. I want to fill you with…”She laid a finger on my lips. “Almost, baby. Ask me again. Make me believe you want to cum.” She kissed me on the lips and ran her fingertips down the side of my face. “You’re great at this game. So obedient.” Now she pressed her body against mine, and her hips continued to rock, drawing me further onward. “I know you can convince me. Ask me again.”She was moving her torso against me, her nipples, no longer simply perky but erect, brushing against mine, and she moaned once. Her voice was husky, low and breathless. She wanted me to cum, but on her terms. “Ask me again if you can cum. Don’t beg, just ask my permission. Please ask me, and I’ll let you. I promise.” She kissed me on the lips again, and I tried not to respond. A low chuckle. “So obedient,” she echoed softly.“Please…let me cum, baby. I’m so fucking close.”She nuzzled my ear, whispering one word, one wonderful syllable. “Cum.”At the same time, her hips sped up in a frenzied grinding, and she planted her lips on mine, and I kissed her back, letting our tongues play in our open mouths, swallowing each other’s joyful cries. My cock started to pulse with the onset of my orgasm, and our faces parted by perhaps an inch. “I’m cumming…”Now she shouted, fully lost in our passion. “Cum, baby, oh cum baby fill me up…” My first spurt of cum jetted upwards into her, and she nearly screamed with both of our releases. Holding me, she was trembling with the intensity of it all, and I returned her embrace, reveling in the shared experience of some of the best fucking I’d ever had. She and I moaned together with each pulse of my cock until they subsided. Clutching me tightly, she let the air whoosh out of her lungs, and held me for a long while. Bill muttered, “Damn…” but I barely registered it.Eventually, she relaxed her grip, and clambered off me. Claire tossed us each a towel, and Rita mopped up the cum dribbling out of her gorgeous red bush. I did the same, scrubbing cum and pussy juices out of my pubes, letting the remnants soak into my towel.Rita was the first to speak. “Let’s take a break. I need food, something, time to recover.”I objected, but mildly. “Claire hasn’t cum yet.”“Baby, I can wait a little bit longer. Rita’s fingering was a wonderful hors d’oeuvre, and we don’t want anyone passing out before we finish. She’s right, you should all keep up your strength.”Rita rose gratefully and made her way on trembling legs to the kitchen. Bill joined her, but didn’t look nearly as unsteady. I realized they were trying to give us some modicum of privacy.I went over to Claire. “Um, babe…”“Sweetheart, it’s fine. Better than fine. Loved watching another woman enjoy you the way I do. You didn’t notice, but I was playing the home game while you were fucking Rita. I’m so glad I invited her.” The air around her was redolent with her scent, and her fingers, I glanced down, were slick with her own juices.“Well, me too.” Realizing how self-serving that sounded, I backtracked. “I mean, I’m glad that you enjoyed it, too…” Then a thought occurred to me. “Have you seen Rita do that before? How long did I last?”“No, and almost fifteen minutes.” She nodded toward our wall clock.“Damn…” I u*********sly copied Bill’s exclamation of a few minutes ago. “Hey, you grabbed the dice right away after Bill titty-fucked you…”“And…?”“Did you know you’d get high roll?”“No. Just hoped really hard for it. If it hadn’t been Rita licking his cum up, you or Bill would have served just fine.”“What if you hadn’t?”“I would have cleaned myself up, baby.” At my inquisitive look, she smiled even more broadly. “Use your imagination…” Her tone was silky, smoky, and I wanted her even more.“You still haven’t cum yet.” She nodded, saying nothing for the moment. “I feel bad that Rita and I got to, and you’re still being the perfect hostess.”Good humor lit Claire’s face, and she looked lovelier than ever. “I think you enjoyed her a little bit more than I did! Go get some food, you look a little…drained.” She turned her head up, and met my lips with a slow kiss. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll keep playing until I get mine tonight, too!”It took us about an hour to get snacked up, and we each took a bathroom break. When I found myself alone with Rita, standing naked in the kitchen, I put a hand on her hip, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “That was so intense. Where did you learn that trick?”“Misspent youth. I majored in Phys Ed, minored in sexual positions with side studies in erotic techniques. You liked it?” She turned and put her arms around my neck, and wriggled sinuously against me, whether playfully or romantically I couldn’t tell.“Yes…”She kissed me, twice, tenderly and lovingly. “So glad you did.”“Hey, I’m still married, Rita.” I knew I was blushing, and it paradoxically seemed wrong to kiss another woman, despite our intimacy minutes earlier. I wanted her again though, and she clearly knew it.She snickered knowingly. “Not stealing you from Claire, not even trying to. But I do like you, and wouldn’t mind another go. Or two or three. At the same time, there is no reason to pretend we don’t like kissing and fucking each other. I know Claire and Bill would be doing the same. Probably will, in fact.”“You think so?”“Signs point to yes. Oh, I also had elective studies in Magic 8-Ball.” She patted my bottom, disengaged from me, and walked into the living room to join the others. I went to my bets10 güvenilir mi chair, the last one to sit down, and we picked up our dice and rolled.Bill revealed boxcars, two sixes. He would be the recipient of the favors of the low roll. Rita had a four and a two, for six.Claire moved her hands, revealing a two and a one. Three, almost certainly the low roll. My heart jumped at the thought of watching Claire fuck an old boyfriend in front of me, and in front of her old friend who I had just cum inside. It honestly turned me on to think of her taking his rod in her pussy or mouth, and I certainly wanted to see it. My dick was already tightening after my only orgasm of the evening so far, and I turned my attention to my dice, still covered by my cupped hands.I revealed mine, and stopped short. My roll was also a two and a one, three gold pips staring up at me. We had tied. I looked over at Claire, but before I could say anything, she cut me off. “Two tying rolls means both do what the high roller says.” It seemed fair and logical, and I was keen to see how Bill would use us both.He set his dice down, carefully maintaining the two sixes face up, and stood. His dick was semi-hard, and twitched as it grew a little bit. Turning first to Claire, then to me, Bill spoke. “Both of you come to the couch, please.”Rita looked obscenely pleased, and Claire slipped her gown off, letting the diaphanous pearly fabric glide off her shoulders and drift to the carpet. For the first time this evening, she was as naked as the rest of us. Claire sauntered over to him with a provocative sway of her hips, and kissed him on the lips, parting them only slightly, before looking at me, cocking her head in invitation. Bill’s hard-on was thickening and growing as I watched, the head of his shaft velvety and purple, ready to plunge in wherever it wanted, and I knew I would gladly share him with Claire.I joined them in front of the couch, and felt a hand, no, two hands, on my hardening dick. They were both stroking me, and it felt incredible. “Where do you want us…Bill?” It took all my will to push the words out of my throat through all of the things I wondered if he would say, would order.He turned to Claire first. “Sit on the armrest with your legs spread.” Then he leaned into her, and, sotto voce, added, “I’m going to lick the Hell out of your pussy.” She perched herself on the end of the couch, and I saw her part her knees, one foot on the floor and the other on the cushions. Her cunt glistened, moist and prepared for his attentions, and I would have been fine trading places with her, enjoying another blowjob from Bill.“Now, you lie face up, in the middle of the couch.” I did as I was told, and a thrill ran up my back as I realized what he had in mind, and let my legs dangle over the arm opposite Claire. Both of us positioned perfectly, we waited for Bill to join us.He got onto the couch on all fours, face at Claire’s crotch, gazing into her thick, curly bush, the color of fire-toasted marshmallows. His cock, now fully rigid and ready, was pointed downward at my mouth, barely an inch away. An urge overcame me, and I raised my head and let my tongue slither out to lick the very tip of his head. He moaned in gratified surprise, and I tasted a drop of pre-cum, sweet and syrupy.“I think your husband figured it out, Claire. I’m going to fuck his mouth while I eat your pussy. You’re going to cum on my face, and I’ll cum in his. Again.”Claire laughed a little nervously. “Okay. Ready…” The cushions shifted, and I knew he had leaned into her, starting to lap slowly at her open gates, and the delicate nub at the top. I imagined her getting wetter with each trailing of his tongue over her wet hole and pussy lips, enjoying his oral skills while seeing his buttocks work, humping her husband’s face, and I knew it would excite her.At the same time, his cock descended into my open mouth, stopping about halfway so I had room to bob my head and give him the great cocksucking I knew he deserved from me. Lifting my head off the cushion, I took him all the way in, stopping when his balls came to rest on my chin, then pulled back, my lips and tongue traveling back along his shaft, and over the silky skin of his head to the very tip. I played my tongue over the tip, and the hole at the very top where his semen would jet out into my mouth when I was done.Claire moaned, a soft ooooh, and I could have sworn I heard his tongue licking her sopping wet pussy, then driving into and between her waiting labia for a few thrusts, before working her clit. It was just how she liked it, and she always came when I did it, and Bill had been there first, years ago. He was back on familiar territory, and I was happy my wife was loving it.“Oh, fuck, honey, I’m cumming…” Claire’s voice rose from a soft, furtive whisper, rapidly to a virtual shriek of joy, and her hips shook the whole couch as she rocked them, the orgasm overtaking her like a freight train. It was even hotter knowing I wasn’t the “honey” she was praising and soaking with her juices. In the background, I heard another feminine noise, indistinct and sexy, doubtless our other guest enjoying our performance before her eyes, maybe jilling in time to Bill’s tongue, or his dick filling and fucking my mouth.Pulling back, I set his erection free, and flipped it up his belly. With my shoulders, I moved my head down a little bit, and took his testicles into my mouth, first one then the other. Squeezing his ass with my free hand, I started running my tongue from his sack all the way up to his head, then back down, at first with just the tip of my tongue. I heard Bill sigh, “Oh, fuck…,” and I rewarded him with more of my tongue, the width of it moistening and teasing his thick cock. “Fuck…” The lone syllable was drawn out, almost a fervent, lustful prayer.I continued, going more slowly. I wanted Bill to last and last, and only cum when he was fully satisfied with my efforts. Rita’s moans were distinct now, in time to the movement of Bill’s hips, and I knew she was masturbating to the three of us. Moving back up, I let Bill’s cock pass my lips again, taking the whole shaft into my mouth, and felt a surge of contented desire, even as I thirsted for his semen to wash into my mouth and onward, downward…I couldn’t say how long our mutual oral delights lasted, but Claire’s voice eventually rose again. “Oh, Bill, baby, that feels so…goooood…” Claire was close, again, and a fleeting thought passed through my mind about cleaning the couch after all the fucking and sucking we were doing, and likely would do, before they left. I pushed the vagrant notion away, concentrating again on the salty taste and silken feel of Bill’s stiff pole fucking my mouth.At the same time Bill’s thrusts against my tongue quickened; they were still measured, but more distinct, and I knew he held back from furiously fucking my face, jamming his cock all the way into my throat. I almost wanted him to, but was happy for his at least temporary restraint. More pre-cum trickled into my mouth, and I let the droplets flow into my throat, down to my stomach. My own cock strained against the open air, in sympathy to my own yearning for his climax.Suddenly, my cock was enveloped by something warm and wet and wonderful. Neither Bill nor my wife had changed positions; her foot was still in my peripheral vision, jammed underneath the cushions we were sharing. It had to be Rita joining in, but I couldn’t see, and if I moved to confirm her tender attentions, I would have to stop sucking Bill’s cock. I wanted to get him all the way, drink down every drop of his semen when he came, but Rita’s efforts were interfering with my focus.Not that it mattered…Unable to see anything but Bill’s muscled belly and the top of his pubic hair. I closed my eyes and rejoiced in the sensation of having my cock sucked while sucking a cock. I fought back the urge to cum right then, because I wasn’t ready. Claire wasn’t ready I was sure, and Bill was almost ready, and I didn’t want to be the first one to shoot my load.Her mouth was gentle, but she blew me with authority, neither tentative nor timid. Her strokes were slow and deliberate, stopping at each outward passage to swirl her tongue around my sensitive glans before resuming her tender sucking. I moaned around Bill’s hard-on, and he groaned at the same time.I wanted to reach down to her face, stroke her cheek while she sucked me off, but there was no way to unfold my arms from my position under Bill. Her tongue made its way to my balls, and she kissed and sucked them, mimicking what she had seen me do with Bill.Claire came next, a shrill cry of pure sensual lust, and the couch shook again in time to her hips’ rocking, a carnal earthquake, tremors transmitted through the couch, channeled through our crotches. Bill’s thrusts took on more urgency, and I opened my mouth a little, giving him more room to play and move. At the same time, Rita’s mouth moved in unison to Bill’s fucking of my mouth.I couldn’t hold on much longer, but neither could Bill. Willing him to finish first, I redoubled my efforts, taking him all the way down to his balls, letting him pull out so I could suck the whole shaft, all of his thick, sexy cock, the whole length of it.Claire’s voice, husky with desire, even after her twin climaxes, drifted over us. “Oh, Billy, fuck my man’s mouth. Cum, baby, cum in his mouth,” she panted. Then, to me, “Oh, baby, take it all, let him fill you up. I want to see it, let me see him fuck you…” In my mind’s eye I could see her watching and running her fingers in and out of her twice orally fucked cunt, still ready for more. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know for sure she was doing that, just imagining yet had me at the cusp.Bill yelled in release, and hot cum spilled like a tidal wave between my lips, filling my mouth just like Claire wanted, the way I hungered for it. I swallowed greedily, sucking down every drop of the heady fluid to run down into my throat, down to my stomach. I came at the same time, and Rita kept sucking, taking all of my load, swallowing my cum while I swallowed Bill’s.Bill pulled out and got off the couch, and Rita gripped my hands, pulling me up to sit on the couch, and leapt into my lap. Her frantic fingers gripped my hard-on, and slipped it into her slit even as my erection began to fade. She jammed her lips, coated in my jizz, against mine, and opened them to accept my tongue, which I of course gave her. Bill’s cum and mine mingled on our tongues, and we swallowed the remnants while our mouths met and lips locked, sucking down our shared ration of semen. At the same time, she gyrated her hips, eager to wring the last of my fluids out of me with her cunt. I couldn’t cum again this quickly, but her enthusiasm and heat were enough to keep me hard inside her. Moments later, her body shook with her own climax, and she sank into me, head on my shoulder, gasping for air.Nobody spoke. We were all worn out from our first—I think—foursome, certainly my first, and we sat or lay where we had collapsed, panting and feeling an intense four-way afterglow.Rita leaned back to look first at me, then Bill and Claire on the floor, and back to me. “Sorry I broke the rules. My number wasn’t up, but I couldn’t help myself, had to have you in my mouth while you sucked Bill off.” She turned to Claire and beamed in weary afterglow . “How did you like it, Cee?”“Very very hot, Rita. If I could have traded places with you…”“Glad you didn’t, Cee! Your husband tasted great, and so did Bill…” She kissed me again, less passionately than before, and more tenderly. “Thank you.” She said it to the room, but was gazing deeply into my eyes.You’re welcome would have sounded lame, so I just nodded and kissed her back, a quick peck.It was almost midnight, and I was dead tired, my eyelids as droopy as my drained dick. Looking around the room, we were all spent, except Rita, who seemed as energetic, almost, as when we started. If I’d had the energy, I would have obliged her again.Claire sat panting on the floor, then lay down, extending one hand toward the dwindling pile of towels, tossing each of us one. “I think that’s all for tonight. I’m fucking exhausted, guys.”From the couch, Bill asked, “Where do we sleep?”Claire waved toward the stairs. “I have a guest room ready. Or two of them, if neither of you wants to share.” It was clear to me that only one of the spare rooms would be in use, but my wife wanted to leave the option open.I closed my eyes, still reeling from the aftershock of my orgasm. Rita spoke next. “No more sex dice?” She was keen to continue, and a little disappointed Claire chuckled ruefully. “Not tonight. We all came, and I need sleep. We have a couple more nights, after all, and I want us all to have enough energy not to miss out on some quality fucking all weekend! Best Friday night any of us has had in a long while…”We all agreed.

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