[*Part One Here!*](https://www.reddit.com/user/ill_B_In_MyBunk/comments/ina4g3/threes_cumpany_1_mff_public/?ref=share&ref_source=link) **Here for the sex? Look for the XXX!**
I smiled at the jazzy rendition of “Baby One More Time,” being hammered out by the spirited pair of players at the piano bar. I stared across the tiny table at my husband. He had used product in his hair. I could hardly believe it. Then again, I’d spent far too long trimming my crotch into a neat and tidy landing strip. I had no idea what the night would bring, but I wanted to feel sexy in comparison to the smoldering goddess on my right.
Juli was a vision in shimmering silver. The cut was surprisingly classic. She could have fit right in whether it was 1920 or 2020. In fact, all of us were dressed to the nines. When we asked Juli where we should go on a date, she insisted that she wanted to go somewhere we’d always wanted to try but had never pulled the trigger on.
There was this dueling piano place an hour away. It was really classy. The dress code was formal. We’d always figured it would be dead. Who the hell dressed up to go get drunk at a piano bar? Turns out—a lot of people.
It was packed. Perhaps patrons were just glad to get out of their homes, or maybe, like us, they wanted a place to have a date with someone who they *couldn’t* be seen with. My heart began to thump as I looked back to Chris. He was making eyes at me. He ran his shoe up my bare leg.
“Doesn’t she look lovely?” Juli asked.
I mean—I knew I didn’t look bad, but it was flattering to hear her ask that. Chris eyed my cleavage. I smiled and pushed the girls up and out a bit. Juli grinned and slid her eyes toward me.
“It takes a confident woman to wear a dress like that,” she continued. “I love the beading.”
My dark brown dress was cute. It was an angular skirt that was knee length on one side and thigh length by the time it reached the opposite leg. My lips were tinted a reddish hue that contrasted my skin tone perfectly. She was wrong about one thing, though. I was not a confident woman, not in public at least. It was especially true when contrasted with Juliana, whose slinky gown accentuated every toned surface of her body and left little of her shape to the imagination.
“*Welcome to Twins! I’m Mandie. What can I get you to drink?*”
“Uh,” Chris began. “How’s the blueberry-basil mule?”
She gave a customer service smile that heavily implied, *I’ve got forty goddamn tables to attend. Stop fucking around.*”
“It’s very popular, sir. I’d highly recommend it,” Mandie cheerfully spoke at about five-hundred miles per hour.
“I’ll take that, then,” he grinned at the woman.
“Me as well,” I added.
“Make that three,” Juli raised an eyebrow.
“Good taste run in the family?” Mandie asked.
*Oh my God. She thinks Juli is our daughter. Fuck me. This is so embarrassing,* I thought.
Juli blushed. She spoke up as the server was turning away.
“Actually, I’m their date.”
Chris’s knee slammed into the tabletop in surprise as he quick turned to see Mandie’s reaction.
“Oh!” the server paused. “Well, then, uh—”
She giggled, totally unsure of what to say.
“Then a hearty congratulations to the two of you!” Mandie finished, walking away.
Juli smiled and placed a palm on both of our thighs, just above the knee.
“Hope it’s okay that I said that,” she whispered. “I’ve looked young my whole life. I’m fucking tired of being thought of as someone’s daughter.”
I looked to Chris. He shrugged. I laughed and looked down at my lap.
“Yeah, Juli,” I looked to her nervous face. “That’s totally fine. How could we *not* be proud to be going out with a girl like you?”
She pulled her hands back from our laps and patted mine on the tabletop.
“Which reminds me! I know you two are very uh—prepared, so I thought I should be too.”
She rifled around in her purse, which I thought was large for the outfit. I typically saw younger women like her bringing clutches along. She pulled out a sheet of paper with very official writing on it. It was folded in thirds.
“This is a clean STD test,” she explained. “Don’t look at it now, but I thought you two would feel more comfortable knowing that I don’t just do this with everyone. In fact, I’m just seeing you while we—have fun. I figure, you all are definitely clean, and you don’t need a sexually liberated woman ruining your life with an unexpected gift.”
I had an expression of pleasant surprise on my face as I turned to Chris. I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind. We had made it this far in life without getting the clap, or herpes, or heaven-forbid, HIV. It was good to know that Juli was an adult. She was no partying kid. She actually seemed to want *us*.
“Thanks for this,” I answered, not knowing what to do with the paper. “That’s very responsible of you. I’m gonna level with you, here. We’re both super nervous. It’s not—”
“I am too!” Juli giggled, pulling her wavy hair over her shoulder. “Fuck, I’m so glad you said that!”
“We’ve never,” Chris stammered. “Done anything like—”
“Neither have I!” Juli laughed. “I mean—I did get with a couple of guys in college, but that was like a party thing. I have never dated a charming, cute, couple like yourselves.”
“We’re cute?” I laughed out loud. “Woman, have you seen yourself?”
She bit her lip and squinted; I think I could hear Chris’s cock spring to life.
“Thank you!” Juli laughed. “Well, I know we met in a rather—odd—way, so I don’t—”
“Yeah, not that I mind,” Chris interrupted, “But why did you choose to join us on the beach?”
Juli looked down. She blushed again. Was she *that* nervous? How fucking cute is that?
“I uh—”
“Here are your drinks!” Mandie shouted, dropping off our mules with rapid-fire precision. “Anything else you want from the bar menu?”
“Yeah, let’s get the charcuterie,” Chris announced. “That cool with y’all?”
I nodded. Who the fuck says no to cheese?
“Sure! Be right back!” Mandie said as she was mid-stride her walk toward another table.
“Go on,” he motioned to Juli.
“Thanks,” she smirked. “You want the messy, kinda-slutty truth?”
Chris nodded.
“Obviously!” I grinned, taking a sip of my mule with one hand, and running a hand up her thigh with the other.
Juli changed. It was like—she had two halves to her personality. One was a young woman who wasn’t taken seriously by anyone because of her age and looks. The other was a sexaholic who seemed to want it non-stop, as evidenced by her nightly messages to Chris and I since we hooked up on snapchat. She swallowed and gave me the sincerest “fuck me” eyes I’d seen in years.
“I saw you with your hands up Chris’s shorts as I walked by—”
“Oh my God, I knew someone saw,” I laughed.
“—No! It’s a good thing! You two were so adventurous, and *so* sexy. When I saw your tent still there during the rainstorm, I took a chance. I don’t even know why I did it, but here we are.”
“Here we are!” Chris smirked. “But hold up, *you* think *we’re* sexy?”
She looked at him and placed her hand on the inside of his thigh. She began to trace her middle fingernail up the hem of his pants.
“Men my age,” she began, “they’re all—rush rush, bang bang, fuck, slam, finish. You two looked so in love. You were playful—”
“We are,” he nodded, reaching out to grab my hand across the table. I swear, I fall for that man nightly. As he glanced at me, it was no contest. Juli wasn’t even there to him. There was no fight for supremacy in his eyes. I was his. He was mine. End of story. Juli might be a fun diversion for the both of us, but I was his wife.
“That right there!” she nodded, pointing to our linked hands. “That’s what’s so sexy to me. You’re a man who cares for his lover. You, Viola, are a woman who is just the same. Now I want you to imagine someone, me, who has never been *cared for*. I’ve been fucked silly. I’ve been taken by men, and women, and it’s just so—”
She searched the air for the right word, twirling her hand.
“Draining,” she sighed, “I *love* sex. Don’t get me wrong. I could do it like—ten times a day.”
“Holy shit,” Chris bumbled a pair of words from his lips.
Juli laughed and cast her gaze to him first, then me.
“I want to feel—care. I want you to take your time with me. I *love* that you took me somewhere fancy, not to some club with thumping music where you expected to grind me in some sex sandwich.”
“Night’s not over, though, is it?” Chris raised his palms in an *eh? eh?* gesture.
Juli laughed again, her breasts wiggled loosely. Fucking hell, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits just *looked* like that. Jealousy and arousal hit me in a strange corkscrew.
“He is a funny man,” she winked to me.
“Don’t encourage him, please,” I rolled my eyes.
“My point is,” Juli continued. “I’m a sex object to them. It’s a conquest. Once they’re through with their fun, they no longer give a shit. Even during the fun, it’s all about what *they* want. When I saw you two caring for each other’s needs, kissing each other sweetly, whispering cute flirty things to each other, and just looking so in love—I wanted to try it.”
Chris took her hand. He looked at her very seriously. I was curious what he was going to say.
“You know that we’ll care for you, obviously, but are you sure this is how you want it?”
Holy shit. My husband is giving her an out. He was so incredibly sweet. With or without Juli, I’d give him quite a treat. Maybe it was his goodness that made me want to be so utterly acquiescent to his every desire. I squeezed the hand I was still holding tightly.
“You deserve someone who is going to care for your needs in a real way. You could get any guy you—”
“Chris, stop it,” she smiled. “You were already going to get your wildest fantasies fulfilled tonight. There’s no need to seduce me any further.”
He looked away and chuckled. My husband was adorable when he was embarrassed.
“No. I’m not trying to put up some kind of façade to get laid. You should have a real, caring, love. I don’t want you to get hurt because she’s my top priority.”
“You’re such a silly man,” Juli laughed, placing her hand over Chris’s. “I know that. What sort of husband would you be if you fell for me over her? That’s *why* I want to get with the both of you. Your little speech is exactly what no man I’d ever met would tell me. Their only goal was getting my pants off.”
“*Your charcuterie!*” Mandie smiled, dropping the plate of meat and cheese without stopping.
“Juli,” I spoke up. “I get it. Good men don’t exactly grow on trees. Just because you’re beautiful doesn’t mean you’ve found what you’re looking for. I got really lucky when I met Chris. Long as you’re okay knowing that we’re husband and wife, and that’s *not* going to change, we’re happy to show you the ropes of a real and loving relationship.”
I took a bite of one of the artisan cheeses. It was something like an extremely sharp Cheddar, with a texture of Parmesan.
“Oh, fuck!” I rolled my eyes. “Manchego. That’s—wow. You gotta try it with the fig.”
Chris looked in my eyes. Juli was still tracing along his thigh as she grabbed a few pieces of Prosciutto and Gouda with her left hand and loaded her plate. I spread a bit of honeycomb on hers and encouraged her to try it with the Cheddar. Chris downed his mule and flagged down Mandie as she zoomed by.
“Another, please?”
___
I didn’t much relish the idea of driving back to Tampa at two in the morning. Chris was leaned back in the passenger seat of our all-electric SUV. He was shimmying to a club mix of “You’ll Never Find Another Love Like Mine,” and singing along with his best impression of Lou Rawls.
I had a few drinks over the course of several hours, but of the three of us—I was definitely the designated driver. Chris was fucking gone. Juli swayed in the middle-back seat. I was glad we’d taken the carseats out before making the trip. It wouldn’t have left her much room to groove.
“Why are you so cute?” I smiled as Chris sang directly to me from lap height, head in the backseat.
“I don’t know!” he cried out. “My dad was a bunny xxx and my mom was half-Leprechaun.”
I shook my head. Our car offered an exit toward a charging station. Honestly, I’m not sure how it knew I was that exhausted, but I turned on the autopilot and accepted the route change.
“Oh my God!” Chris shouted out. “Where are you taking us? Why aren’t your hands on the wheel? Elon says that’s what’s responsible for at least *this much* of all autonomous car crashes!”
He held his hands about a foot apart.
“Oh, that much? Really?” I giggled.
“Nyah!” he shouted, stretching his hands another foot apart.
“Ahh!” Juli let out a fake scream which devolved into uncontrolled giggling. “We’re all gonna die!”
“Oh, what a pleasant night this has become,” I sighed. “Glad you two are having fun.”
“Oh my God!” Juli yelped. “Shit!”
“What?” Chris asked, as though he were missing something.
“Fucking Viola is feeling neglected! Girl, I’m so sorry!”
Our car pulled itself into a spot a moment later and we were all alone in the parking lot. It prompted me to get out and plug in. It offered a tooltip that 74% of vehicular accidents after 2AM are a result of exhausted driving.
“Thanks for the reminder, asshole,” I grunted as I plugged in the heavy cord.
We were in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. It was somewhere along the deserted I-4 corridor that was filled with only abandoned orange groves, strange flight museums, and sex toy stores. There were bats flying overhead, swooping down at bugs who buzzed around the single streetlight at the entrance. It was a city charging station, not a super charged one, so we were beyond alone. I shrugged and thought to myself that I’d be sure to lock the doors and pull the large knife my husband always kept in the console oupull out the knife my husband always t. It gave me the heebie jeebies.
That was the plan at least.
“Viola!” “*Vi!*” my car’s two drunken residents cheered as I reentered.
I laughed as my husband dragged me back to the driver’s seat and locked the doors. He leaned over my lap and used the power adjustment to scoot the seat all the way back and down.
“What the fuck are you two—oh my god!” I giggled.
Juli climbed into the front seat and straddled me. She brought a bottle of champagne.
“Where the fuck did you get champagne?” I laughed.
She held a finger to her mouth.
“Shhhhhhhhh!” Juli winked. “I stole it from the maître d! I left a twenty in its place, I swear. I figured they’d frown on me—”
“Why is it not in my mouth?” I laughed.
“*That’s what she said!*” Chris boomed.
“Oh, my God!” I groaned as the cork popped. “Really should have seen that coming.”
“Yeah you should have,” Juli muttered to Chris with a flirty giggle as she took a sip.
She dropped the bottle to my lips, and a slightly-uncontrolled amount of champagne rushed into my mouth. That bottle was *way* more than twenty bucks. It was dry, smooth, and delicious. I fucking loved champagne, especially good ones. Chris leaned into the back seat and pulled a roll of “emergency paper towels” out.
“You kidding me?” Juli laughed as she leaned back and honked the horn. She covered her mouth in shock and reddened. “I’m so sorry!”
“We’re alone!” I shook my head. “Don’t think the bats will—”
The bottle was at my lips again. I drank another hearty helping and smirked. Why was it so good?
Chris snatched the bottle from Juli and sipped, then nested it in one of the super-sized cupholders in the door.
“Love you, babe, but I need you conscious.”
“I can drink what I want, mom!” I chastised. “Plus, why can’t I sleep? What’s so—”
***XXX***
I squealed in surprise as Juli’s lips locked over mine. I pressed her chest and felt her adorable tits through her dress. She backed off.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should have asked first.”
My face and Chris’s were similar in their level of shock, but while mine was one of embarrassment, his was one of unbridled arousal.
“Oh, get that smirk off your face, perv!” I teased.
His lips met mine next. I felt a heat burn in my chest. My body responded to its lover’s touch dutifully. I raised my thigh as he ran a hand down my stomach, and it brushed against Juli’s crotch. I’d forgotten where I was, or where she was. Juli was kissing Chris’s back and running her hands all over his chest. There were so many bodies all over me. I was getting overwhelmed. I was getting *too damn hot*.
“Air!” I demanded. “Gun up the fucking air.”
Chris looked over his shoulder at the console and lowered the temp ten degrees. The A/C went into overdrive. Juli’s eyes met his, and she kissed him. Another woman kissed my husband, the same one who’d just kissed me. God, the alcohol was hitting fast. I leaned up and dragged the strap off her shoulder and sucked a nipple into my mouth.
Had they talked about this while I was outside? It would explain Chris’s *need me conscious* comment. Was I particularly mad about that? I couldn’t think of anything but the moment at hand as his hand groped one of my breasts and hers yanked out the other. She kissed me again. God, her mouth tasted fucking amazing. Chris, God love him, sometimes had delicious sweet breath. Other times, it smelled like death. Juli tasted like cherries and lust. As her tongue gently moved into my mouth, I moaned without thinking about who I was kissing. I’d never been with a woman. I’d never even kissed one for free drinks in college. Now, she was atop me and fondling my tits.
Chris unzipped my dress in the back as we kissed. Were we really doing this? I glanced at the clock. It was 2:40AM in the middle of some hardly-populated trucker town. Plus, we were a few minutes away from the exit. I-4 had been almost empty on a Thursday night. I felt a dampness soak my panties. I loved a slight amount of risk, but then when I combined it with whatever sex-fueled tangle of bodies we were making, and it became a lustful extravaganza.
Chris climbed behind me, testing the weight limit of our driver’s seat, and slipped both straps down my shoulders. I showed no resistance. I was on fire. Juli moved her hands briefly as my dress dropped around my hips and Chris removed my bra. He was a goddamn professional with the clasp. It turned me on that he could get it off even faster than I could. They were focusing on me, utterly obliterating any thoughts I had of stopping the experience. I moaned thankful cries as he met the back of my neck while Juli kissed down my chest. First, his hands grabbed both of my tits, squeezing them as he gently nibbled my neck, then Juli took over like a dance partner, sucking my nipple into her mouth as she played gently with the other one.
Chris dropped a large hand down my panties, past my dress, and I leaned back into his crotch. It really wasn’t intentional, but since I was there, I began fiddling with his belt while upside-down. The alcohol was getting to me. My inverted coordination was lacking. When he understood my intent, he dropped the belt and pants with all the eagerness of a junior on prom night. I took his soaked dick into my mouth and moaned at the taste of his precum lubricating my throat. He was so excited. I was too. Was this really happening?
I pulled him out.
“I’m not sure!” I exclaimed. They both stopped.
“You want us to stop?” Juli seemed worried, not that she wasn’t going to get off, but that I was uncomfortable.
“No!” I exclaimed. “God, no! I just—”
I bit my lip. How was I supposed to say it without just *saying it.*
“I’m not sure if I’m ready for Chris to fuck you, yet,” I announced.
I could almost hear Chris thinking: “*Yet? Really? Woohoo!*”
“What are you comfortable with, babe?” Chris asked, stroking my hair. “It’s your show.”
“No, it’s ours,” I corrected. “I want you to enjoy yourself too.”
“Highly doubt that will be an issue, Viola,” she giggled, pointing at his throbbing member beside my cheek.
“But tell us,” she continued Chris’s query. “I only want to do what you are alright with.”
“Um,” I blushed. I knew my limit for the night, but it sounded so dirty to say it out loud. “We’ll make sure you’re taken care of, and you can use—your mouth and hands.”
She smirked.
“However, you like,” I continued. “With—”
My heart thundered.
“—whoever you like.”
Her inebriated sultry eyes were enough to make anyone on Earth soak themselves in anticipation. She turned around and raised the steering wheel all the way up. She then climbed down off my lap and got on her knees underneath the dashboard, spreading her legs wide so that they went on either side of the gas and brake pedals. My breath caught looking down at her. There had to be a first time for everything, I suppose.
Chris was staring as she pulled my dress and thong down my hips and past my knees. The garment joined my bra on the passenger seat a moment later. I was the first one to lay bare before my lovers. Chris’s cock twitched against my face as Juli moved between my thighs and gently kissed.
I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, even if only subconsciously.
“Fuck, Vi!” he cried out as I leaned my head back and sucked.
As his cock explored my throat, I let out a high moan. Juli had licked me, just once, in just the right way. I wiggled my hips. I couldn’t feel her tongue anymore. Then, I felt Chris force himself into my throat as his hand slapped to my hip and a finger gently stroked my clit. I shuddered. I rocked my head back and forth, begging him to take me harder.
I was being used and pleased by two people. I was moaning, even though I could hardly breathe. Then, Juli started to lick me with purpose. I arched my back. Chris pulled out and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. I never thought I’d be able to enjoy a woman’s touch, but the way Chris watched her was so sexy. He was getting off on her licking me. I pulled his ass gently toward my face and started to lick and suck his balls as I pumped his cock with my free hand.
“This is—fuck!” he groaned. “Oh my God! This is the—”
Dear, sweet, Chris, he was so innocent. He thought that was as good as anything could feel. He had no idea what we girls were capable of. Juli hopped up and I had a feeling I knew what she wanted. I pushed his hips farther forward and licked his ass as she took him into her mouth. My darling husband couldn’t even moan. He couldn’t think. He alternated between groping my body and hers. We tossed him back and forth like a plaything. I’d shove him deeper into her mouth, and she’d grope his balls just at my chin.
“Stop, stop!” he laughed.
Neither of us intended to.
“Holy—girls, stop!” he groaned.
I licked all the harder. I wanted to hear him finish. I stroked my nails up his thighs.
“Oh, my—fuck! Juli! I’m—look out, I’m—”
He was warning a woman who wanted nothing more than to feel him finish within her. I could hear it. She was moaning. It wasn’t fake. She liked pleasing the both of us. She loved it. He spurted down her throat and I took over groping his balls. She was lost in pleasure. Chris’s controlled side was suppressed as the demon within rose. He raked his fingers through her hair, yanking her skull against his spasming cock. I heard her gag. She wasn’t as good as me. That made me smile.
He let her go, conscious of his forceful assault, and she dragged his hand back to the rear of her head. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in determination. He face-fucked her a bit more gently. It was what she clearly wanted. Chris hardly had the strength to resist her non-verbal request and began to pound anew as streams shot down her throat. I sucked against him and he began to laugh his expended giggle.
“Whoa, whoa!” he chortled. He tapped my hair. I refused to stop tonguing him. His moans got higher as we both sucked through his orgasm. “Girls! Fucking hell!”
I could tell it was really too much. I was the first to release, followed quickly by Juli.
His sticky mess dribbled over her bottom lip, but she quickly forced it back inside with one of her fingers. It was then that I realized something about her. Between the way she licked Chris’s leftovers at the beach, to the way she sucked down his orgasm in the car, she liked it. I was surprised. I had so many questions. I’d ask them later.
She swallowed every drop of his load and then licked the remainder from my chest. Chris kept giggling.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “Holy shit.”
He sounded shocked as she scoured my chest for any remaining droplets. She sucked my nipple into her mouth and reached toward the passenger seat floor. Chris understood her request. He climbed carefully and stretched to grab the bottle. I had to tease.
I sat up and sucked his tip into my mouth, swallowing a bit more that I managed to extract. His head went careening into the console in surprise.
“Holy shit!” Juli laughed. “You alright, Chris?”
I laughed too. He was totally disoriented. He was dizzy in pleasure overload.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned, laughing at the moonroof. He handed Juli the bottle and continued. “Just had my every fantasy fulfilled, but I’ll recover feeling in my legs by morning.”
“I’ll need it sooner than that,” I breathed as Juli dropped back between my legs. “I—ahh! I want to finish with you.”
I sat up and dragged my finger to the console. I folded the electric third row down, while holding eye contact with Chris. He began to laugh.
“Oh, my God!” He cheered. “I’m so glad we keep the beach blanket in there.”
“What?” Juli asked, peeking out from my thighs.
I bit my lip and raised an eyebrow. I shoved her back down.
“Go get it ready,” I moaned to Chris.
He zipped out the passenger door like a dapper cartoon bear with no pants and ran around to the liftgate. I leaned back and Juli pumped a finger in and out of my pussy.
“Oh, God, Jules!” I moaned.
I heard Juli giggle.
“I like that,” she whispered, getting back to her service. “I like when you call me Jules.”
“*Ready back here!*” Chris called.
I pulled Juli’s hand up and opened the front door. We both giggled as I ran about the car, fully nude, and she followed, dropping her dress along the way. I hopped into the back and wiggled into the red blanket, scooting all the way up and forcing the middle row forward just a touch. Chris slipped a finger into me from behind while I tried to get us more room. I was kneeling on all fours and hornier than a dog in heat.
“Stop it!” I giggled, “Don’t—ohh.”
Juli jumped in behind us and Chris pressed the close button with his left hand. As the liftgate beeped, he kept fingering me and licked my ass. I wasn’t usually into that, but at the same time, Juli slid back between my legs and sucked my clit into her mouth. It was a deadly combo.
“Oh! Holy—fuck!” I whispered as my thighs quivered. I felt Chris’s hand leave me, and a pair of Juli’s fingers enter me. Chris started to tongue my dripping-wet entrance as he moved the slick finger to my ass. One hand of each groped one of my tits and I bit into the seat in front of me.
“I wanna make Jules—she’s supposed to finish first!” I moaned. I always liked finishing last, but there was a problem. They were using me. They groped my nipples, fingered my mouth, my everything, and I was losing touch with the world around me. There would be no stopping the tidal wave that was coming. There were so many fingers entering and leaving my pussy, mouth, and ass, that I was devolving into a fuck toy. I couldn’t get enough of any of it. I wanted more. The inebriation only loosened my already strong desire to be taken. As my husband tongued my pussy, I lost it. I came hard. I cried out, collapsing atop Juli, who continued licking and sucking. Both of them kept using me through my orgasm. I was screaming, clawing the upholstery, but they wouldn’t stop. I would have been heartbroken if they had. I rolled my eyes and giggled as their tongues flicked on. Finally, Chris began to slow, right on cue. Juli followed suit.
My head was resting between her legs. I was laughing as they pulled away.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered. “Oh, my fuck.”
“Good?” Juli asked, snaking her middle finger back into me.
I wiggled and swatted her hand away.
“Stop!” I moaned. “Oh my God, you two. You’ve ruined me for masturbating.”
“Why should you masturbate when you have the two of us who want to make you come?” Juli asked, sounding curious.
It was too hot. She was too cute.
“Lay your ass back,” I commanded, pointing to the rear of the tailgate.
Juli opened her eyes wide and obeyed.
I looked at Chris.
“You know when she was snapping with us the other night, she saw what you did to me—”
Juli’s eyes lit up, like a kid who just figured out her Christmas present.
“—and said she wanted you to do it to her.”
Chris looked at the tight little darling in our back seat. She was writhing as she worked herself. She was starving for attention. We would give it to her.
“Really?” he asked in a low, husky, voice.
“Mmhmm,” she nodded vigorously, fingering herself as the affirmation slipped out her lips.
Chris knelt down between her legs and forced them to the car’s ceiling. I crawled over to her face and stroked her hair.
“I think—” Chris teased, “I had a couple fingers in here?”
He pressed his fingertips to her delectable entrance. She nodded.
“Yeah! Oh yeah, please!”
Poor girl had to watch both of us finish. She would take five minutes, on the top side.
“Maybe one finger in here?” he asked, sliding the tip of his pinky that was slickened by me into her.
“Fuck, yes! That’s it,” she groaned.
“What was I doing with my mouth again, sweetie?” he asked me, lowering his tongue to her. She bucked her hips against his fingers, trying to force him deeper.
“I think you were sucking my clit, babe,” I smiled.
“You sure?” he asked. He made a tight circle around her whole pussy with his tongue. “Maybe it was more like this?”
He dropped lower and forced his tongue inside her, wiggling about.
“Oh fuck!” Jules moaned. He tongued her rapidly. It slipped in and out, and Juli’s mouth dropped open.
“Nah, that’s not it,” he laughed.
She whimpered.
“Maybe it was something like—” Chris returned.
He flicked up and down her clit with his tongue in an extremely rapid fashion, but barely touched her. Juli’s moans were lusty and quick. I kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth as I flicked a nipple. She squeezed my tits and jumped in surprise as a tiny bit of milk emerged. She returned to kissing me right away.
As her moans began to rise in frequency, Chris pulled back again. This time, he kept slowly pumping his fingers.
“Please!” she begged, breaking the kiss. “Oh my God, Chris! I need it! I need it so fucking bad! Fucking lick—”
Oh, my wonderful, perfect, husband. He could tell she was about to lose it from being overly teased. He smirked, confident in his own skill, and lowered to her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and began rapidly pumping both her holes, *just* how I adored.
I was wrong. It didn’t take five minutes. She lasted another thirty seconds.
Her fast, squeaking moans increased until they broke into a scream. She sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I smirked as her desperate hands clawed the blanket. I remembered the first time I came like that with Chris. We’d had a long time to practice our technique. I like to think I was responsible for at least a good portion of his skill at foreplay.
Juli screamed over and over. It was like she was being scorched with the most pleasant flames imaginable. She arched her back, writhed against his fingers, and clutched his hair. I was surprised as she sucked against my nipple. Maybe it wasn’t just semen she liked swallowing.
As she began to calm down, Chris tended to her orgasm. He pumped her slowly, licking with tiny circles around her clit. She eased back into the realm of the living. When she opened her eyes, her breathing was ragged.
“That was—” she shook her head. “Oh my God, you two!”
“Yeah, he’s definitely good with the tease,” I smirked.
“I’ve *never* been played with like that. I mean, guys make me come, but that was something else altogether.”
“Good, right?” Chris chuckled sitting up.
“’Where have you been all my life,’ good,” she shook her head. She kissed Chris deeply, with all the thankfulness of a satisfied lover, and then climbed into my lap, kissing me with the same intensity.
“Glad you liked it,” I grinned. “We sure enjoyed you.”
“Dream come true level enjoyed,” Chris added.
“Yeah it *came*, true!” I giggled.
Chris looked so proud of my pun. He kissed me.
“Oh, shut up!” I laughed, pushing his chest playfully. “Just ‘cause I made one, doesn’t mean I approve of—”
He kissed me again, refusing to let me go. I swooned and melted in his arms.
Juli stretched over the seat and grabbed the roll of paper towels. Chris delivered a loud smack to her ass.
“Thanks, Jules,” he chuckled, laying back against my stomach.
“Thank me?” she laughed. “Thank you!”
She handed us a pair of towels and we wiped a bit of the mess we’d left. There’d be no cleaning up completely until the following morning. Chris’s so-called ‘conference’ was a success. We’d get the kids in the late afternoon and show our utmost thanks to my parents for watching them. Of course, I did say late afternoon. That meant, a free morning.
“Hey, what are your plans for tomorrow?” I asked Juli as rested her head on the roll.
She shrugged.
“You’re my plans,” she laughed. “Whatever the two of you want to do. Honestly, after that, you can do whatever you’d like.”
“Trust me, Jules—” Chris giggled wickedly.
He grabbed her tits and then mine. He was in heaven.
“—we will definitely be doing whatever we like.”
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