For a few seconds there was silence. Then Mia spoke up. “I’m in!”
Charlotte who had been just sitting there watching suddenly burst out laughing, “I’m in too. No way are you guys doing this without me. And to answer your question Sophie – no, it wouldn’t be cheating. Because the three of us are like one person! It’s always been us against the world.”
***
Mia
When Sophie had mentioned that she wanted to try kissing them to see what it was like Mia felt her arousal immediately rise. She never wanted any other man apart from Derrick but she was also desperate to have some passion in her life. Something that could make her feel beautiful again. She knew Derrick loved her – but passion was simply not in his nature. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was still a part of her that she battled to ignore. She’d managed quite well over the years, having sex on occasion and simply pleasing herself in between. Pleasing herself had become something she was actually quite good at now. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it well, but it was never the same. There was nothing in the world that could quite beat the feeling of being intimate with another human being. But when Sophie suggested something beyond what she had ever done before she knew that it was what her life was missing. The alcohol had given them confidence but the thought had probably been within each and every one of them. After all, they had been best friends for a very long time. Long enough time for a few stray thoughts to enter their minds. In fact, the most recurring thing that Mia thought of whenever she pleased herself, was being with Sophie or Charlotte. She had no idea that these thoughts actually might come true one day.
“Right, so then let’s get started. No use beating around the bush if you don’t mind the pun. Now let’s see. Who should I kiss first? Okay, Mia you’re up,” She could hear that Sophie was nervous but as usual was trying to pretend as if she was confident. Mia knew why she did this. If you could make yourself sound confident then hopefully you’ll start feeling confident too. Mia slid up to Sophie while Charlotte blew wolf whistles. Then slowly, they came together and kissed. It was slow and gentle and Mia was surprised at how soft Sophie’s lifts were compared to her husband. It went on a bit longer than she expected and when she pulled away she wondered if Sophie had heard how loud and fast her heart was beating. “Wow,” said Charlotte, “Okay that was hot guys. Oh man if only the waiter had walked in just then. I think the poor guy would’ve fainted on the spot. Do you guys realize that not only did you just kiss but you did it naked? Okay my turn.”
Mia marvelled at how truly self-possessed Charlotte seemed at that moment. Charlotte moved in closer to Mia. “Me again?” Mia said, acting flattered. Kissing Charlotte was different to kissing Sophie but it was also different to kissing Derrick. Charlotte had to duck down to kiss Mia, which made Mia feel as if Charlotte was the one in control. It was quite sexy. Then, it was time for Sophie and Charlotte to kiss, and Sophie bravely came forward and sat on top of Charlotte, wrapping her arms completely around her. Mia watched on mesmerized as the two of them kissed. It was one thing taking part in the kissing but watching it was another story.
But then while Mia watched she noticed that the two of them were not stopping. Perhaps it was because they had their naked bodies wrapped around each other, but Charlotte and Sophie were getting more and more into it. They weren’t just kissing now, they were feeling each other all over. Mia almost felt as if she was intruding on them but then Charlotte reached out to take her hand. Mia came over and the three of them took turns kissing one another and feeling each other. Mia had never felt another woman’s breasts before and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed it. Then, feeling bold, she got up and sat at the edge of the hot tub, so that just her feet were in the water.
She then opened her legs and pulled Sophie towards her. Sophie, who was at that moment still wrapped around Charlotte, looked surprised and then excited by the sudden change of direction. Sophie lay in front of Mia, and kissed her legs all the way from the knee to the middle, where finally her tongue found its way inside her. While she was doing this Charlotte got up and sat next to Mia – kissing her. Mia had never felt anything like this before. With Charlotte kissing her on the mouth and touching her breasts and Sophie licking her until she came – she experienced a kind of ecstasy that she never thought possible. It was pure adulterated joy and she never wanted it to end. After that each girl had a turn with each other, and the three of them came more times in that one night than they probably had in months with their husbands. They knew each other so well and this form of intimacy only made them closer.
By the time they were finished they were exhausted. They lay in the hot tub, with the temperature turned to cool and waited for their breathing to return back to normal. The strange thing was that Mia didn’t even feel bad for what had happened. It was true what Charlotte said – the three of them were one and the same. They were, and had always been, one person living in three separate bodies. It was them against the world.
“So,” Mia said, finally breaking the silence and looking at Sophie, “Can you organize a holiday like this every year?”
They all burst out laughing. “Every year? Oh Mia, I’m going to need that at least every month!”
Story 33
“Will you be up soon, Babe?”
Her voice echoed through the house as it always did at about this time every evening. My beautiful wife. Any other man would have sprinted up those stairs as quickly as his legs would carry him, but unfortunately I’m not like every other man it would seem.
You’ve probably guessed it. My wife and I have been trying to conceive for about the last year, since we married in the spring. On the outside we’re that flawless couple that everyone wants to be. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Tall and blonde, with those piercing blue eyes that you’d usually only see on the TV.
She’s a secretary would you believe? She wears that stereotypical high cut skirt to work. Yes, the one you’re thinking about. With the pristine white blouse and the elegant black jacket. Men struggle to keep their eyes off her, never mind their hands.
At the start everything was just pure bliss between us. We dated for three years through college, I proposed and she said yes. We were married on a beautiful beach and we honeymooned throughout the most romantic cities in Europe. Our first year of marriage was also stress free. In fact, to be honest, life couldn’t have been much better.
That all changed one day with the infamous words:
I think we’re ready to have a baby.
It’s not that I didn’t want to have a baby, or that we weren’t ready. I mean, I dream about my own kids running around our back garden on a warm summer day. Two boys and a girl. That’s what we talked about.
I was so happy when she said those words to me, but little did I know how everything was about to unravel.
We tried and we tried and we tried but it just wasn’t happening for us. Well, it just wasn’t happening for me. Let’s be honest here, it had nothing to do with her. The pressure of delivering, or whatever it was, got to me every time. I just couldn’t perform. No matter what we did, I always ended up coming up with some sort of an excuse as to why I couldn’t deliver the goods on any particular night.
I’m tired from work. I’m just not feeling it tonight. I need to be up early tomorrow morning. Every night, the prognosis was always the same. Let’s wait till next month. We’re in no rush anyway.
In the back of my mind I knew that she was falling out of love with me. Maybe that’s just the pessimist in me but I got the feeling that she just couldn’t keep going in this one way relationship any more. Each failed attempt filled me with more and more dread that she was going to leave me for a real man. A man who could perform. I was letting my beautiful wife down and there was nothing I could do about it.
It was always the one thing that held our relationship back. Even in the good days. Even though I’d consider myself to be quite a good looking man (at least that’s what
people have told me) I didn’t lose my virginity until I met Nadia. A year and a half into college!
Oh when I think back on it. I could have had my pick around campus. I’m quite tall and quite athletic even though I don’t play any sports. I give off that impression. I like to look after myself too before a night out. A good fashion sense, plenty of time on the hair. The works.
And trust me, it did work. It never took much to sway any of the ladies around campus back in the day. But I only knew that because of the friends I went out with. Not a night went by that they didn’t leave early after winning the heart of a young scholar.
Me on the other hand? I got plenty of admiring glances, but I was always too shy to act on them. Every night without fail a hot blonde or a sumptuous brunette glanced in my direction. Making the eyes, as my buddies called it.
Go buy her a drink. Jesus Christ, just say anything! Start with hello and see what happens!
But at that point I got this tight feeling in my chest until eventually the guys just rolled their eyes and proceeded to look after themselves. And who could blame them? I just wandered home alone.
That was until I met Nadia. Bubbly and outgoing, she was the one who made the move on me! And thank God or who knows where I’d be right now!
Hey handsome. Your friends ditch you? Don’t worry you can talk to me. Come on, why don’t we get ourselves a drink then?
It was almost as though she was doing me a favour but as she always says now, when she looked into my brown eyes she just wasn’t going to let me go without a fight.
After more than just a few drinks I eventually began to open up. Just like riding a bike, I guess I just needed to break through the first barrier before it would all eventually happen for me. I’m still quite shy and reserved now, especially around strangers, but the man who waked into the bar that night and the man I am now are worlds apart.
But there’s just that one thing that holds me back still. The bedroom. Now, I’m not quite a virgin, but I’m as close to one as a guy who has had sex can be. If I was to describe my sex life in two words, they would be “fast” and “unsatisfying”. I may be blessed with looks but one thing that was not granted to me was a decent sized package. Sometimes I think it’s a good thing that I’ve only ever been with one woman in my life. God knows the amount of awkward moments I could have had through college if I brought women home on a regular basis.
Nadia always said that it didn’t matter and that she would always love me no matter what.
That awful phrase. No matter what.
“I’ll be up in ten minutes Babe, just finishing some work on the car here. Won’t be long at all.”
I looked back at the pristine black bonnet of our BMW and pressed my palms firmly against the cold steel. If I shined it one more time it would take the paint clean off it.
I stared down at my reflection in the bonnet, thinking about how long she would stay with me. Tomorrow was our last chance during this cycle for her to become pregnant and I knew that she was waiting expectantly after we hadn’t even tried the previous night because of one of my feeble excuses.
“Come to bed Babe.”
I didn’t even hear her come in through the side door of our garage that connected it to our house.
She placed her delicate hands on my shoulders and began to rub a smooth leg up against the back of my jeans, wrapping it around my waist.
I turned my head to the right as she leaned in over me and pecked me on the cheek. She was wearing that black lace dressing gown that I had bought her before we went on our honeymoon. The kind of material that gave the impression that she was completely naked. It was netted with some elegant rose designs stitched in to it which were supposed to cover the occupant’s breasts, but whatever way she always seemed to wear it, that just never happened.
She had waxed her legs again. I rolled my hand across her soft skin as she kept it pressed in against my belt buckle, expertly holding her balance with the other leg.
“Please come to bed.”
She kissed my neck from my ear, right down to my shoulder, moving the material of my tee shirt away from my skin with her chin as she moved.
“Let’s just give it a shot. If it’s not to be, then it’s not to be. You know I’ll love you no matter what.”
There were those words again. But hey, she was right. The more we tried the more chance we had.
“Let’s do it babe.”
I turned my body to face her and ran my hands around her hips until they met at the back, right at the top of her ass. I pressed my lips against hers. Soft and pink, the taste of her lip gloss swarming my mouth as usual. She pressed her tongue against my lips and parted them gently, inspecting my mouth. Our tongues rolled together as one. With both hands still clasped shut, I raised her from the ground in a light bear hug and carried her through the door and back into the house.
“That’s my boy.” She whispered in my ear.
***
Before we had even made it in through the door of our bedroom that lace gown was on the ground as she stayed in my arms wearing just her matching bra and panties. If the gown left nothing to the imagination, I can’t even begin to describe these little silk numbers.
I placed her carefully on the bed but she never released her hands from around my neck and brought me onto the bed with her. Our lips met again as she pushed me up and she wriggled back underneath me as we moved to the center of the king sized bed.
She pressed her hands against my rib cage and started to slide me up towards the head of the bed as she went in search of my belt buckle. I carried my weight on my elbows as she teasingly unbuckled it and slowly slid my fly down.
I wore tight black pants and she struggled to shift them from my hips but eventually managed to lower them to my knees. She reached around and placed both hands on my ass, motioning for me to lower my body onto her. She reached back and grabbed a handful of my manhood, playing with it enticingly through my boxer briefs.
She kneaded my balls as she stroked my cock from side to side through the soft material. I shut my eyes as I concentrated hard in a vain attempt to achieve even a half erection.
“You’re doing it again Babe. You’re trying too hard. Just relax and let it all happen.”
She was right. I could feel my body tensing up as she hooked her thumbs underneath the waist band of my underwear, quickly sliding them down into my pants, which I managed to shuffle down to my ankles before kicking them off.
It’s at this point that I’d like to say that my cock sprang to life and that I pounded my wife to oblivion and back until the early hours of the morning, but that wouldn’t be quite truthful.
My cock hung limp and diminutive as she groped my ass and pulled my hips down towards her face. I felt myself blush with embarrassment as she took my small, lifeless member between her lips and began to gently suck. She ran her tongue over the tip and I’ll admit I felt shivers run down my spine, but the main feeling that I was consumed by was humiliation.
Come on! Relax! Just relax God damit! You’ve done this before! You love her and you’re attracted to her! Just relax and let it happen!
My mind was in overdrive as I clamped my eyes shut, feeling my lifeless cock get pushed around in my wife’s mouth.
She moved her hands to my hips and flipped me over so that I was now on my back. She climbed on top of me and quickly straddled my cock, her legs spread wide apart. She looked down at me as she licked her lips and ran her hands around to her back where she unclipped her bra, allowing it to fall onto my stomach. Her sumptuous tits sprang into life as the bobbed up and down a couple of times while her tongue still traced sensuous circles around her glossy lips.
She started to grind against my manhood as she lowered her body down, placing her hands flush against my chest and biting her bottom lip. She brought her face right down so that we were almost noses to nose and stared right into my eyes.
It was clear to see how much she wanted me. I could feel the moisture dripping th
rough her skimpy thong as the heat built up between us. I wanted to tear my eyes away from her, as looking into her light blue eyes only increased my sense of shame and worthlessness. She started to bounce up and down on my cock, as though pleading for it to come to life. Her magical tits bounced up and down as she flipped her long blonde hair back behind her right shoulder.
“Nadia.”
“Shush Baby, there’s still lots of time. You just lie back and relax. Let your mind wander and let me do my thing.”
I rolled my eyes without her seeing as she moved back down to the foot of the bed and leaned back in towards my cock. She gently pulled at my balls with her hand before leaning in again and enveloping my member with her soft lips.
I groaned as she did, not with lust or any kind of sensual feeling, but with pure and utter shame. Not that she knew though.
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