You weren’t sure what to think at first, your wife of eight years, dutiful and modest, suggesting a threesome. Had it not been because it was my birthday, and because the look in my eyes was torn between fear and excitement, you would have probably believed I was joking, but like any red-blooded man with life still coursing between your legs, you agreed. You even agreed to the terms I set, for which I was grateful. I had honestly been afraid that you’d turn down the idea just on the back of those – touch her, but don’t fuck her. Share me, but don’t kiss her. It was a simple enough ruleset, but I knew that once things got underway, you might be moved by your cock to try and sneak past them, especially the first one. So it was with some trepidation that I greeted her to our house, tall and lean and blonde as a wheat field in June. Said her name was Mercy. I knew it wasn’t, of course, but when you connect with someone from a dating site online and invite her to fuck you alongside your husband, you accept a certain need for discretion. Well, I told her my name. Kind of hard not to, with it boldly printed on the door.
Maybe you had expected some sort of coked-out prostitute, or perhaps a high-class courtesan who would smile and demure until we got to the bedroom. Well, Mercy was none of these things. She gracefully accepted my offer of a glass of white wine, and then went straight to the bedroom with her sturdy bag swinging on her hips. I’d taken note of her tall, black boots and the immaculate sheen of her hair, and felt a pang of jealousy, but if I had been nervous that she would try and seduce you, I was sorely mistaken. For all of her flaws – and most of those were made up in my own mind to justify comparing myself to this veritable goddess – Mercy had eyes solely for me, and it was with a certain level of surprise that I found her leaned over me, her hands clasping my cheeks and drawing me into a heated kiss.
I won’t try and claim that it didn’t work. With her hands on my face, one of them still slightly cool from the glass she had been holding, Mercy looked into my eyes and smiled, and I felt myself melt against her, my elegant dress pressing against her much more sensible clothing as our lips met again. I’m not sure how you must have felt at all this, but to be honest, all I could think about was this tantalizing stranger who had arrived less than five minutes ago, and who was now busy pulling away the straps of my dress to get me naked. When we finally broke the kiss, she with a slight smirk, me with a great sense of reluctance, she turned to you and nodded towards the bed, and instantly began to unbutton her blouse and rifle through her bag.
You complied, naturally – what man wouldn’t? – and soon we were both sprawled on the bed, my lips seeking yours in something that was halfway an apology, and halfway a release for the burning need now churning within me. Mercy was still off somewhere to the side, the sound of rustling cloth and clinking buckles arousing my curiosity, but not enough to draw me away from your lips. Where her kiss had been soft and insistent, yours was fire and passion, and I let my hand drop down to your cock and play over you, a teasing motion that served to make you growl softly against my lips. When I pulled back and looked into your eyes, I could see that, far from being jealous, your eyes were alight with a burning passion that spurred me on to milk the evening for everything it was worth. Both figuratively and literally.
Holding your cock in my hand, I slipped down to press my lips against it, and I felt your hands grab me and lift me onto your face, my mousy, brown hair falling in a tussle over my face as you upended me to get to my pussy. Now on my knees and with my ass up in the air, I began to slowly lick and suck the head of your cock, adorning it with slow, tender kisses before dragging my tongue around the head to tease out a jerking throb of pleasure. At the same time, your tongue found my clit, and I felt your jaw rub slowly against my skin as rippling, circling waves of pleasure began to emanate from our point of contact. In no short order, I was moaning around your cock, and I had honestly almost forgot that this wasn’t merely the two of us when I felt another hand at the small of my back, and an extra presence pushing the mattress down behind me.
You must have known, though. Glancing up, you must have seen her approach, a Germanic goddess with a long, slender toy strapped to her crotch, her breasts swaying gently as she strode over to the bed and mounted it, and me, with a confidence and assuredness that I could never hope to match. Maybe you felt the toy nudge against your nose as she guided it in, but I only felt it, a sudden, blunt tip spreading my lips open and opening me up as inch by hard inch of her dildo invaded me. I moaned, louder this time, and completely forgot about any sort of technique to sucking your cock as pleasure washed over me. Instead, your cock simply sank as deep as it could go into my mouth, spurred on by the sight and sound of another woman slowly taking me from behind.
Your tongue remained in place against my clit as Mercy began the slow, teasing job of pushing and pulling the toy into my sodden depths, and soon I was shuddering and shaking, my orgasm so near and so powerful that I thought I might pass out when it broke. From your vantage point, you watched as her tight, pink slit oozed a single drip of arousal above you, and with your head tilted back you got to watch as her legs flexed and ground forward in an endless, slow motion, the tasteful tuft of blond hair above her sex adding another touch to her elegance. I could feel your cock throb powerfully in my mouth, and I was almost convinced that you were going to cum then and there, my moans and cries of ecstasy mixing with the wet, sucking sounds of my pussy clinging on to Mercy’s slender rubber cock. It was, for lack of a better word, orgiastic. And with the taste of your precum on my tongue, and Mercy’s hands caressing my hips and ass and stroking slowly over my skin as she fucked me, it felt like I was being worked over by a particularly playful cat, one which knew exactly when and where and how to touch to make me dizzy with desire.
And then I came, my moans reverberating down your shaft and my eyes rolling back into my head as pulse after pulse of warm, rippling pleasure tore through me. Thankfully, you knew not to stop, and with my clit sandwiched between your tongue and Mercy’s mercilessly grinding toy, I had barely come down from the first peak when a second hit me, harder and more mind-blowing than before. I bucked. I twitched. I think I may have cried with pleasure.
And then your tongue left me, and I felt Mercy slow to a grinding halt, her hands still holding me in place to keep me from keeling over. As far as I knew, it was over. I had no concept of time or space, whether we had been at it for an hour or just a few minutes. The latter seemed more likely. But Mercy seemed content to simply keep herself sheathed in me, and I did not mind, not with my body still burning powerfully from my explosive orgasms. It wasn’t until I heard Mercy moan, a soft, delicate sound, that I began to regain my senses. It was perplexing. Then I understood.
With her slit pressed so near to mine, it had been no feat at all for you to shift your attention from me to her, and as I lay shaking and halfway insensate across your body, with your cock still oozing precum into my mouth, you angled your head and began to play the tip against Mercy’s clit, tasting the smooth, perfectly soft contours of her lower lips and lapping up her foreign arousal. Evidently, she enjoyed it; by the time I felt my wits returning, she had adopted a short, grinding gait against me, one that undoubtedly let her ride your face and tongue like a prize stallion, and something about her deep, throaty moans and the pulsing pleasure of her cock grinding against my inner walls made me madly aroused all over again, the sensation of her fingers digging into my skin like a strange and foreign aphrodisiac. I dimly remembered what I had said. *Don’t fuck her*. But licking her while she was fucking me? It was not something I had expected, and despite myself, it was something I knew I couldn’t resist. It was hot. Hotter than hot. It was outrageous.
With effort, I perked myself up and rested myself on my arms as I slid your cock out of my mouth. Only when the tip was resting between my lips did I pause, and then I began to bob my head, using the angle and the copious drool on your shaft to drive my face down again and again, sucking and slurping and gagging noisily as your tongue pleasured another woman. It must have felt like a tacit accept, an approval of what you were doing, because I felt your hips begin to grind slowly upwards as Mercy’s moans grew louder, and I felt her hips slam harder and more recklessly into me as her own pleasure began to peak. With your cock disappearing rhythmically down my throat and Mercy’s toy ramming my overexcited pussy, I barely even noticed the first spurt of cum leaving your cock before it streaked across my tongue and against my throat. Then I heard your loud, growling gasp of pleasure, and Mercy’s, rising at a fevered pitch above yours as you both came around me. It should have given me pangs of envy, but all I felt was a profound happiness, a veritable high, as two bodies bucked and ground against me. And with your cum exploding into my mouth in quick, warm bursts, I moaned and gasped and let it seep sloppily from my lips, until my chin and cheeks and lips were wet and smeared in a sticky, wonderful mess.
We lay for a bit afterwards, Mercy standing next to the bed as she packed up her toys. With the help of a few paper towels to clean us off, we both sort of gazed up at the ceiling and smiled hazily, and only when I heard the sound of Mercy’s boots clacking on the floor did I look up from my sex-induced stupor. She was fully dressed again, with her bag of tricks slung over her shoulder and a sly smile on her lips. In that moment, I wanted her to stay, to come back to our bed so we could do it all over again, but her terms had been clear, just as mine had. It was just sex. Nothing more, nothing less.
“Thank you,” I said, for lack of anything better to say. She smiled down at me and winked, and if it hadn’t been for the slight blush in her cheeks, I would never have known she had had an orgasm just minutes before. Her hair was still immaculate, her make-up was still perfect. Gazing up at her, I wondered why she had ever agreed to join the two of us… but she had, and I was thankful for it. And as I watched her leave, her purposeful steps needing no direction to the front door, I turned to you and smiled, utterly spent and utterly happy for the both of us. It had been an adventure, and experience… but then the door shut behind her, and she was gone.
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