My pulse is already racing as I pull into the driveway. I’ve been anticipating this moment since I got the text after lunch from him with three little words that made time move faster and slower since I read them: “Revving her up.” I take the key out of the ignition and enter the house. I strain my ears as I kick off my shoes, drop my purse and start walking through the house. I like to pinpoint the exact moment I first hear them. Everything seems to be in it’s place–dining room chairs neatly tucked in, dishes still drying on the rack, plump pillows on the living room chairs–except the couch. A blanket is strewn across the back, the throw pillows are on the floor and I can make out light body indentations on the seat. They’ve definitely been busy.
I’m on the fourth stair when I hear a faint moan. My pussy pulses and I start unbuttoning my shirt as the heaving breathing gets louder and the sharp sound of skin slapping bounces off the walls. I push the bedroom door open and take in the sight I’ve been thinking off the past few hours:
She’s on her knees with her left cheek pressed to the floor, looking up at me. He’s on his knees between hers holding her hands, rolling his hips and doling out long, hard, slow strokes into her pussy.
“I was going to wait until you got here to slide in her but you know how demanding she gets when she gets wet,” he says, without missing a beat.
I know what he means. When she gets swollen and slick she won’t stop until she gets something–or someone–thick inside her. And he’s one of the thickest we’ve ever had.
I lock eyes with her as I walk over and kneel beside her, kissing her cheek, running my hand down her back, loving the feeling of her fat, round ass rippling from the thrusts. I breathe in the smell of her wetness and roughly pinch her nipple. I love hearing her whimper.
I kiss him deeply and open my mouth letting him rub his tongue over mine, biting his soft lips, sucking the taste of her off his mouth. He maintains his torturous rhythm, moving one hand to her hip and his over hand over my body, grabbing my ass, creeping a hand up my skirt and cupping my bare pussy.
We keep kissing as I take off my shirt and my bra. He bends to kiss my neck down to my nipples, and works his fingers between my lips, letting my juice run over my upper thighs. I pull away from his mouth and run my hands down his chest to the base of his dick. As he pulls back to thrust into her again I pull him out of her completely.
“No! Put it back I want to cum on it!” She whines, lifting her head.
I firmly push her head back on the ground.
“How many times did you come this afternoon?” I ask. I put him in my mouth, licking her wetness off him and running my tongue over the head of his dick, making him gasp.
“… Three,” she mumbles.
“When and where?”
“He ate me out on the kitchen table. Then he licked my nipples until I came on the couch. Then he finger fucked me on the floor.”
“And how many times did you make him cum?”
“Once. I sucked him off on the couch.”
“Sounds like you can be patient then.”
I look up at him as he fights to hold back. “And what do you want?”
His smiles at the question. “I want to fill her up. I want her to cum on my dick. And I want to watch you with her.”
I smile up at him and pull him out of my mouth. I run my fingers over her swollen lips. He really did get her worked up. I love how soft and fat they are, and I dip my fingers into her hole then run them across her clit making her jump then grind her needy pussy back on my hand.
“Please,” she moans, “fuck me, one of you. Both of you.”
I guide him back to her. “You can have it if you can take all of it,” I say.
She works her hips back as he pushes forward. I love watching her stretch open. He pushes the last inch inside her and we all moan.
I look at him. “Fuck her nice and slow like before, baby. I want her drooling all over you.”
I move up in front of her, lifting her head up off the floor to kiss her. I could kiss her for hours.
I could fuck her for days.
I move onto my back, half underneath her with my legs spread, my own swollen lips exposed. I hold her face tenderly. “I’m going to cum all over that gorgeous face,” I whisper.
I lean back, grab her hair at the nape and guide her down to eat me. I watch her eagerly lap at my lips and slit, pulling me into her mouth, rubbing with her tongue. I hump my hips up, spreading my legs wider, taking all my pleasure. I look up over her shoulder at him. His eyes are half closed but they take me in, they take her in, they return to her ass. He grabs her hips and slams her hard, pushing her face further into my pussy.
I feel her moan into me. The vibrations make my clit swell even more. I play with my nipple with one hand as I get more turned on listening to the sounds of our bodies connecting, using each other, pleasuring each other. I love using her and watching her being used. Her body was made to be shared and she’s so generous with it. She loves to fuck. I pull her head up to look at me with my other hand. Her eyes are glazed; she’ll cum soon. And that makes me want to get nasty.
“You don’t cum until we cum, got it? You can cum around him when he’s ready to blow inside you, and when you get me off. And you know what gets me off, right?”
“Ohhh, yes, please, smother me!” She begs.
I roughly push her face into my pussy, using her face like my personal sex toy, rubbing my clit from her nose to her chin. I revel in the feeling of pulsing pressure that comes from from the pounding her pussy is taking and the way she moans as she gobbles my puss.
“Yes!” I moan as my head falls back. I hear him moaning, too, and look up, locking eyes with him as he smacks her fat ass. We fuck so well together. I pull her face up for a second, loving the shine I’ve painted on her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, this is so fucking hot, he’s hitting my spot, you taste so good, never stop using me,” she babbles, going back to work on me.
I look at him and I know he’s close. And I know what he needs.
“Do her faster, honey,” I moan, “make that ass clap on your dick, fuck that slutty pussy, fill her up, she needs it!” As he speeds up he throws it back.
“Rub that pussy on her face! I wanna watch you drown her in that wet cunt. Cum on her, give her what she wants!”
He’s moving so fast and I’m using her face and she’s taking it so good from both ends that I can’t tell who cums first. I feel him heave forward and know we’re going to have a lot to clean up, but then I’m cumming so hard and good I can’t think about anything but her tongue and how good it feels and then she’s screaming and shaking between us and we’re one heaving heap of limbs.
Later, over pasta in the kitchen, she does the final count.
“So that’s four orgasms for me, two for him, and one for you.”
“That hardly sounds fair,” he says, slurping at the spaghetti.
“It’s a decent start. I think we can even things out though,” she replies.
I push my plate away. “What did you say he did to you in the living room?”
They grin. My pussy pulses.
“Let us finish up and then we can show you.”
“Deal. I’m already getting revved up.”
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