He Shoulda Known [FMF] [Threesome] [Oral] [Voyeur] [Tit Sucking]

His spine tingled at the sound of her voice. He had been given a second chance. What could it hurt? If these two friends wanted to use him watching them to get some extra thrill in their night, why was he making such a big deal of it? They were all adults. He was single. It was live porn.

He shut the tv off and headed for the bedroom. After a deep breath, he opened the door and poked his head in. “Yeah?” The air was heavy with the aromas of the sweetly scented women. Mis-Teek’s “Scandalous” was playing on an old boombox on his dresser in the near left corner. Stretched sideways across the blue comforter of his queen-sized bed was a nearly naked Brittany. She was propped up on one elbow with her head supported by three fingers. Her long blonde hair spilled into a golden puddle. Mischievous eyes and a crooked smile met his open mouth gaze. He had seen her naked plenty of times, but tonight her tight body was speaking to him in a special way. And the fingers twiddling the tiny ribbon on the hip of the red satin panties she wore said a lot to him too.

The next thing to grab his attention was on the other side of the tanned legs. Erica sat in a director’s chair against the wall on the other side of the bed. The look on her face was unlike anything he had ever seen with her. She was locked on to him with lowered eyelids and her black lips were sensually parted. The jade negligee hugged her full breasts in a lacy embrace and her soft midriff was visible through the sheer fabric. She was leaning in the chair, one foot with green painted toes on the rest, the other hanging. He had always found her beautiful, but seeing her like this was something even his fantasies had never bothered to conjure.

“Don’t you think you’d have a little more fun in here?” asked Brittany.

A stupid question. And he was done trying to fight the desire to be in there with them. “You’ve convinced me. Who am I to turn down a good show?” He walked around to the other side of the bed trying to return the look Erica was giving him without looking like a creep. “I’ll just take a seat over here and you won’t hear a word out of me.”

She put a firm hand on his chest and shook her head. “Uhm-uhm,” she said. “This is my seat.”

He grinned, “You’re not gonna be able to get a lot done from over here.” That was when he felt the arms snake around from behind him reaching for the buttons of his shirt. What should have been obvious to him from the start was now crystal clear. This whole thing had been a setup from the beginning. It was a great surprise, even if the timing couldn’t have been worse. Or could it have been? He wasn’t dating Raylen yet, so who was he hurting by enjoying this time with two gorgeous women?

Brittany reached into his shirt and gently tweaked his nipple while whispering into his ear, “You wanna play with us?”

Erica watched the man as he stood spellbound by her. She could see he was trying to disguise how nervous he was. He always liked to play it cool around her but she had easily seen through it from the very first time. As sexy as she found him, he was still just this shy awkward guy who seemed incapable of admitting his feelings to her despite telegraphing them every time they met. It annoyed her without end, but something about him kept her interested. If she could put her finger on it, she’d lock it in a box and toss it into the deepest part of Lake Erie.

But tonight, at this moment, she had him. It was written all over his face. The years of them dancing around their attraction had led to this moment and she was going to make sure they had a good time. She pushed him away. “You two start, she said. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He gave her a questioning look. A wicked smile came over her lips. “I like to watch.”

Craig had come into this affair with the idea he would be the audience. Now that it had been flipped on him, it was suddenly a scary prospect. He was used to Brittany and had no doubts he could please her. But did that translate into an entertaining show for someone else that he now felt obligated to impress? The last of his buttons came undone and the shirt slid off of his mahogany skin. Brittany’s hands randomly slid over his abs and pecs while Erica surveyed his body like she intended to build a highway on it.

The hot breath and wet lips behind his ear turned his neck to jello. His lids lowered and he tilted his head to the side to allow her more space, but still, he watched Erica. Her eyes were no longer roving but transfixed below his belt. He hadn’t realized how swollen he had gotten, and his pants were no longer keeping the secret. There was a quick wetting of her lips before she met his gaze again with unmistakable lust. It was the kind of boost he had needed. Jaw clenched and his chin slightly elevated, he returned the look almost daring her to step forward and take a piece of him for her own.

But before she could, Brittany pulled him back onto the bed with her. It hit the back of his knees and seated him. She pulled his face around and kissed him deeply. It was an awkward position but it drew him into her. As if on a leash, he followed her to the head of the bed, where she laid back with legs wide. He bypassed the obvious target. He knew what she was expecting out of him, but rarely was he so immediately accommodating. Instead, he went in for another kiss, roughly grabbing one of her tits. She moaned at the surprise from her typically gentle lover. It wasn’t unwelcome, and she reciprocated with a hand on the back of his bald head to secure their locked lips. She squirmed beneath his mass, turned on by a combination of his luscious lips and the anticipation of their imminent travel down her yearning body.

Their years together had taught them much about each other’s tastes. Even though they were no longer a couple, the education had never stopped. And today they were both learning that despite him being shy and reserved in the bedroom, he could be kicked into another gear with the right stimuli. She peeked over at Erica, the heavy breathing bundle of sex that was responsible for what she was about to experience. Feeling Craig’s body against her, she silently thanked her beautiful partner in crime for her contribution.

Erica watched them, excited and anxious. Brittany had told her about Craig’s lovemaking, and it had fueled many fantasies. But watching them together was more erotic than she had anticipated. She wanted to be in the mix, feeling his strong hands all over her body, tasting those lips that smiled at her constantly. It shouldn’t have taken this convoluted plot for her to get this close to him, but here she was and it was only a matter of time.

Just as she considered abandoning her post and joining them, he began to move down. His rough grip loosened to more of a secure hold as he left a trail of kisses down to her erect nipple. Brittany arched her back, pushing her tender bit into his mouth. He took it greedily, growling into her chest like a hungry dog. She inhaled sharply, again surprised at how turned on he was. Hands above her head, she let him have his way with her breasts.

Erica felt a flutter in her chest. She watched the undulating muscles across his bare back as his roving hands and lips scoured Brittany’s body for untouched skin. Soft moaning seeped from Britt as her body became his personal playground. It had been a long time since anyone had shown any part of Erica’s body such dedicated and skillful attention. She hoped he wouldn’t tire his mouth out before she had a chance to experience this.

So focused on his lips, she was surprised to see that he was watching her out of the corner of his eye. She allowed a brief moment of surprise to show on her face before returning a smile that said, “Okay, you caught me.”

It wasn’t his full attention but she knew she was his focus, so she gave him something to think about. She cupped her breast and squeezed, watching for his reaction. His eyes widened, and then with a mischievous curve to his lips, he squeezed Brittany while he continued to suck on her. Though not her initial intention, an idea came to mind, and she was sure he was already on board with her. She thumbed her erect nipple through the negligee. He reciprocated by flicking his tongue back and forth across Britt’s nip.

Excited that he was playing her game, she slowly circled her dark areola, easily visible through the lacy fabric. His tongue obeyed, playing across the breast of the completely oblivious woman who was too into her ecstasy to care about the game of the other two. With her thumb and forefinger, Erica tugged and released herself repeatedly while watching him do the same with his lips. With each pull, she felt the heat within her rising until finally, she pinched herself hard while biting her lip and moaning. She closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure washed over her body. She opened them at the sound of a yelp from Brittany. Craig held her nipple in his gleaming white teeth, waiting for Erica’s approval.

They shared a quiet laugh catching Brittany’s attention. “I don’t know what’s going with you two,” she said, rising to her elbows, “but I feel like I’m missing out on something.”

Craig returned his attention to her. “Do you?” he asked while slipping a hand into her panties. She inhaled sharply as he wet his fingers between her moist lips and went back up to gently rub her clit. “Do you feel like you’re missing out?” She pushed herself against his hand while feigning the pained look of a little girl being chastised. She shook her head. “Good.” He massaged her pearl and she melted back into the blanket.

Looking Erica in the eye, he placed a finger covered with Brittany’s fragrant juices in his mouth and sucked it clean. She liked this side of him. The sweet man that chatted her up and couldn’t keep his eyes off of her body was nice too. He was a solid guy, reliable, responsible, and not bad to look at. But this animal she and Brittany had unleashed had an edge, surprising and welcome. It stoked the fire inside of her and she once again prepared herself to join the fun. But then she saw him pulling off Britt’s panties and knew the show wasn’t over.

On his knees, he pulled her legs up, slipping the panties off and discarding them on the bed. Brittany watched him with giddy anticipation, knowing full well where his next stop would be. He let her legs down, allowing Erica to watch him tenderly kiss Britt’s ankle and massage her sex. He felt their eyes on him, one trembling at his thoughtful touch, the other ready to pounce on him like a hungry cheetah. It was thrilling, but he refused to let it show through his sensual facade. Tonight he had been given an opportunity. It was time to impress and not let his nerves get in the way.

Leisurely, he continued down her leg occasionally peeking over at the beauty white-knuckling the armrest of the chair. He wondered what she was waiting for. Did she intend to stay over there the whole time? Brittany’s scent rose into his nostrils as he approached, a mouth-watering tang that mixed with her perfume to overpower his senses. He dropped his face into her freshly waxed sex and filled his lungs to capacity. She was a dizzying high that he never got sick of. One strong lick from bottom to top and his mind was off to another land. Her flavor hit him like that first sip of lemonade causing the glands in the back of his jaw to gush.

He grabbed the tops of her thighs and pulled her into him, his tongue flicking and lashing her tender pearl as it peeked ever further from concealment. She panted with pleasure as his lips and tongue went to work on her. As much fun as she was hoping to have with this threesome, Brittany could have lived on this kind of attention alone and never asked for another thing from a man. And he was so accommodating. She could call him in the middle of the day, and he would be there to service her, no questions asked. Usually, they wouldn’t even have sex, just him giving her what she needed to satisfy her desires. People talked about having a dick in a jar to break for emergencies. No one ever considered the benefit of just keeping a mouth in there.

Erica was near a meltdown. One hand clutched her breast with the negligee strap hanging off of her shoulder. With the other, she ran her fingers up and down her legs as she rubbed them together, sometimes clawing at them. Her eyes fluttered watching the hyena madly devouring the writhing carcass that was Brittany. He growled and moaned into her quivering flesh, pausing only to lick the honey as it poured from her overflowing pot. And then he attacked her clit again as though it were a newly found morsel. Erica had never been more turned on in her life without another’s hands on her, but she had had just about enough of that caveat. As Brittany’s voice rose higher, Erica made her move.

The orgasm overtook Brittany’s shaking body. She cried out from passion rebounding off of her bones and muscles with the only escape being Craig’s open, waiting mouth. His tongue slid in and out of her loudly retrieving his reward for a job well done, only bothering to give her clit an occasional peck or flick of his tongue. But it wasn’t enough for her. Barely able to control herself, she grabbed his head with both hands and humped her enraged clit back against his lips. She accentuated each thrust with a lusty moan until he took the hint and gave it his full attention. Even still she could tell he was in cool-down mode, a break his mouth had more than earned. She considered flipping him over and riding his face, but then Erica crawled onto the bed, and she knew it was time to tag out.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zcs307/he_shoulda_known_fmf_threesome_oral_voyeur_tit