[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m75eka/the_return_visit_of_liz_to_our_bed_ff_mf_mff_pt1/), [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mdsbh7/the_return_visit_of_liz_to_our_bed_ff_mf_mff_pt2/), [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mm6tqv/the_return_visit_of_liz_to_our_bed_ff_mf_mff_pt3/)
The next day, Thursday, was Thanksgiving. Again, my wonderful ladies had gotten up before me and let me sleep in. Both of them tended to be early risers, even after a night of fun and exertion like the one before. It was just after 8:30 and I had just drifted up from sleep and begun to stir when the door popped open and Liz peeked in.
“I’m up,” I reported as I rubbed my face.
“Good.” Liz opened the door wider and slipped in, closing the door behind her. “Chrissy took the kids out for a morning visit to the playground and told me to come wake you.”
We have heavy blackout curtains in our room, so even this late into the morning the room was only dimly lit. So I heard in her voice more than saw the devilish grin on her lips. My well-used cock heard it too and valiantly twitched in approval.
Before my uncaffeinated brain could cudgel together a reply, Liz had slipped out of her loose pajama pants and tank top and climbed in under the covers with me. I tried not to think about the morning breath I must have as our lips and bodies came together and our hands began to wander. Liz’s lithe body paradoxically felt simultaneously new and exciting and like familiar territory.
Liz was laying on her side, propped up on an arm and stroking me beneath the blankets when I broke our kiss and told her, “I could really go for some breakfast before we get going.”
Her face twisted in confusion and a flash of disappointment, “Umm..o-o-ok?”
Grinning, I pushed her onto her back and dove beneath the covers.
“OH! OK!” Liz giggled as I slid between her legs.
Then my tongue found her clit as she gasped with delight as I devoured her sweet sex like it was my last meal, which is to say, slowly and with relish. She was already moist but was soon dripping for me. The thick scent of her, unique and distinct from Chrissy, filled the dark warm tent that her slightly raised knees created beneath the blankets.
“Oh fuuuck yessss,” Liz hissed. “That’s so good.”
I gradually and deliberately worked my old work friend turned unicorn lover to my wife and me up into a frenzy, using a single fingertip to tease her entrance while keeping my lips and tongue focused on her clit.
“Just stick it in….” Liz begged me as my finger continued to tease. “Pease…oh shit….please baby…”
I waited until her words had a desperate near frantic tone. Only fair after the treatment they’d given me the night before. Then I slipped my middle finger up and began curling it in a come-hither gesture that matched the rhythm of my circling tongue.
“Yessss, don’t stop,” Liz gasped over the wet sounds of me slurping away at my breakfast and her hips rocked gently against my mouth and fingers. I knew she was close and for just a heartbeat, I considered slowing or stopping, just to drive her wild. Besides, I love the feeling of Liz’s cunt climaxing around my cock. But in my moment of indecision, the opportunity was lost, and Liz came with a long low groan and a trembling shudder ripping through her body. Her juices oozed out along my finger and down my chin as I continued to lick and finger her through her climax, drawing it out.
Then, as Liz was just barely beginning to recover, I pushed up and slid up along her body. Liz yipped in surprise at my sudden movement. My juice-covered lips found hers and I shoved my tongue demandingly into her mouth. Liz returned the embrace with equal fervor, her arms over my shoulders and wrapping around my neck and head. My hands held Liz at the pinch of her waist and we shifted our hips in unison, her legs lifting and spreading for me in welcome as the head of my cock probed gently between the dripping lips of her labia.
We both moaned into our embrace as my cock head grazed her still climax tightened entrance. Then I began to slide my bare cock into her and our lips broke apart as we both gasped and grunted.
Liz was wet enough that it wasn’t a great effort sliding into her, what was a great effort was restraining my desire to start pounding her immediately. Instead, as I pushed my full length into her and my pelvis pushed against her body, my lips found hers again and I held myself deep inside her for several heartbeats as we kissed.
Then I started to slowly pull myself back out, my lips still pressed to Liz’s. We settled into a slow and steady rhythm, our naked bodies rocking together in harmony. After several minutes, through the haze of lust and rising pleasure, it occurred to me in the back of my mind that we weren’t just fucking, but making love and that Liz was the first woman, other than Chrissy, I’d consciously made love to since getting married.
The session was long, intense, and passionate as we moved together. The sheets slid away, falling to the floor from our motions, and I felt the cool tickle of the ceiling fan blowing against my back, but even that couldn’t pull me out of the trance like lovemaking Liz and I were taking part in. This wasn’t wild and crazy porno sex. It wasn’t fast and hard. There was no assertion of dominance or release of control through submission. It was slow, sensual, and incredibly intimate.
I don’t know how long we went like that, a subjective eternity, but eventually, my chest was heaving and I was nearly out of breath. We rolled over, almost without me ever pulling from inside Liz’s slit as she straddled my hips and her lips found mine again as she began to ride me. The mood hadn’t changed though, and we continued at the same relaxed and languid pace.
Liz’s riding hips found the perfect tempo and pleasure began to rapidly build for the both of us. Within moments of us repositioning it was clear from the sounds we were both making and both of our body language, that we were about to cum.
There are few things more erotic or intimate to me than simultaneously climaxing with a partner. So as my own orgasm neared its peak, I was devoting a tremendous effort of willpower to holding back just a few more seconds as every ounce of my attention focused on Liz’s body and her impending release. I might not have been able to manage to hold back quite so well if not for the fact that I’d been so thoroughly and well fucked in the preceding days. I sensed Liz’s climax just a heartbeat before, and all I had to do was release my flagging willpower.
I grunted and bucked my hips up as Liz quietly gasped and plunged herself down onto my shaft. My cock pulsed inside her spasming cunt as the two of us simultaneously (or near enough) came together. The two of us were nearly silent, the only sound of our ragged labored breathing through our noses as we continued to kiss deeply and clutch at each other through the waves of intense pleasure.
I felt wetness fall onto my cheek and Liz’s lips pulled away from me. She sat upright, my semi-hard cock still deep inside her sex as she turned her head and sniffed while wiping at her eyes. And I realized that she was crying.
“Are you alright?” I asked gently.
“Fine,” Liz answered, her head still turned and it sounded like she was choking back on a sob.
“What’s going on?” I asked confused and concerned.
Liz turned back to look down at me and she was smiling, but a fresh tear was falling from her eye. “I just…”
Liz seemed to bite down on whatever she was about to say, then forced herself to push forward, and the words seemed to tumble from her mouth, “I just really love you guys. Both. You and Chrissy. Like a lot. Like more than as friends. And it’s strange and great, but scary, and amazing.”
I pushed myself up and pulled Liz against my chest, her head on my shoulder. She laughed and sobbed at the same time as she curled into me and I held her close.
“We love you too,” I whispered reverently. “We just said as much the other morning.”
Saying those words, aloud, and to Liz, without Chrissy, there was terrifying for an instant. I hoped Chrissy wouldn’t be mad. That I hadn’t violated some unspoken rule of this amazing arrangement the three of us had stumbled into. At the same time, in that moment with Liz lightly sobbing, wrapped in my arms, and still impaled on my softening cock, it seemed like the only thing to do or say. I mentally committed to telling Chrissy about it as soon as possible, as I didn’t want her to think any of us were keeping secrets.
Liz’s sob subsided and she let out a relieved sigh into my shoulder. Slowly she straightened back up and of unspoken mutual accord we kissed deeply again.
We were both a mess and hopped in the shower together after that. Neither of us had another round in us, but we took our time, kissing and holding one another tenderly under the streams of water. All told, Chrissy and the kids weren’t even back by the time we got out and dressed. *She must have been running the kids ragged*, I told myself.
I was starving by this point and made some breakfast real quick while Liz and I game planned for making Thanksgiving dinner. Chrissy and the kids got back a short while later, and the rest of the day pretty much became a blur of activity after that. Our son went down for a nap, but not Liz’s girl, and truthfully, there was so much going on in the kitchen, there was no time for things to get sexy again.
We had a great Thanksgiving dinner, and the three of us were exhausted and almost painfully stuffed with food by the time we got the kids down. However, there was something that needed taking care of. We had to talk about feelings.
We all got snuggled in together on the couch, Chrissy between Liz and me. Then, awkwardly, I told my wife about how my morning session with Liz had wrapped up. With us professing love for one another.
As Chrissy wrapped Liz up in her arms and held her close, my wife said she wished she could have been there, but that she loved Liz too, and was glad I hadn’t left her hanging in such a vulnerable moment. The two most important women in my life shared a quick loving kiss before they turned to me. We all traded embraces for a moment, but none of us had it in us to get frisky at that moment. That said, there was a new level of comfort and security between the three of us as we turned on the TV and put something on Netflix to watch.
After watching TV all cuddled up together for a while, we retired to the bedroom. Chrissy told Liz to climb into the middle and my wife and I held our lover between us. Chrissy drifted off to sleep first, and when she did, Liz gave me a quick gentle kiss then slipped away back to her room. Afterward, I snuggled up close to my wonderful wife and found sleep myself.
I’ve got one final update coming for you all.
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