by Gina Kincade
"That's it, lovely view," Lisa said with a smile.
"Shut it, Clark."
Lisa laughed. I had the impression this was their old joke.
"Now, Ben, I don't know how you are going to do it, but this will give you the idea." She started pumping the dildo in a fashion I wouldn’t have expected, more up and down than in and out. It was also rougher and faster than I expected. Lisa started playing with her clit, too, and Di's ass began to circle. "There. And then...give me your hand." I did and she put it to Diane's pelvis, where it felt as though it were protruding. Did it hurt?
I met Lisa's eyes and she laughed. "Trust me! Ready? Hold on, Di, just a little longer."
Diane was almost whimpering as she squeaked, her butt still making circles, rocking on the dildo.
"Now." Lisa pulled the toy and warm clear liquid hit my nose. Lisa fell on her back, laughing madly.
Diane looked at me through her legs. Her face was glowing. "Oh, Lisa, you didn't," she said around giggles. "I'm sorry, Ben."
I wiped my face and rose to one foot and one knee. I had to try that.
"What?" Diane asked, but it was muffled as she buried her face in the blankets.
I wrapped both hands around her hips, lifting them at the same time I tilted mine in opposition, trying to create the same motion. Eventually, I was able to get the right drive and speed with just my own hips. Then I had a hand free to run over her shining, sweat-slicked back. Her panting filled my ears, followed by Lisa's.
The buzzing from earlier sounded again, and I turned my head to see Lisa trying to work the dildo and hold the vibrator. Taking my hand from Di's back, I held the stem of the fake dick, letting her grind on it. I couldn’t work it and fuck Di, but Lisa could rock her hips and reach the same result.
Diane started squeaking just as I was sure I had gotten the angle right for Lisa. I held still as Di's entire body began shaking and jerking. She shook right off me, continuing to orgasm as she rolled over. "Oh, oh, oh," she moaned between squeaks.
Lisa wasn't far behind her. I leaned to grab the vibrator control, increasing the speed and shaking the dildo up and down. Lisa's orgasm was much lower than Diane's, grunting and huffing, but I felt her liquid on my hand just as I had Diane's. Apparently, I was a fast learner, or the girls were excellent teachers. Either way, I liked it.
Diane lay looking to Lisa who was still shaking off the last of her climax. I tried not to be too smug, but it was hard. "You want it, Lisa? Ben is still hard."
The smugness faded quickly.
"Yeah. Gimme a sec." Lisa jumped up and stumbled to her slacks in the other room. She came back with a condom. "I'm on the pill but can't risk getting pregnant."
I completely understood that. Diane and I weren't planning on having kids for another year or two, but we wouldn't be sad if an accident happened. Lisa would have a really hard time explaining that to her squeeze.
She slid the condom on me as I laid back on the pillows. Diane rested her head on my shoulder, holding me up for Lisa. I looked to her. "You're sure about this?" I was about to fuck another woman.
"Yes. I'm good." Her kiss settled it.
I looked to Lisa next. "And you?"
"I think so." She didn't sound certain either, but she was already positioning herself over me. "I haven't had a real one in so long, I think I've forgotten what it feels like." She slid down. "Oh, right. Mmmmm." Her eyes closed and her tongue peeked out to touch her top lip.
She leaned down over me, sliding her hips up and back. Her large breasts dangled and her belly rested on mine. She kissed my collarbone before looking up to my face again. Her lips were a little way from mine and we exchanged an awkward peck. I cocked my head very slightly to Diane, still on my shoulder. We'd both rather be kissing her. Lisa twisted and her mouth met Di's. Diane giggled, sitting up.
I braced Lisa on my hips and slid us both down the bed. Then I nudged Di to sit astride my face. I couldn't see any longer but felt Lisa's bucking, heard their sloppy kissing between gasps, and tasted Diane's arousal.
"Oh, ungh, Mark," Lisa moaned. Then she froze up. Seconds later she was shuddering and I heard a sob.
"Oh, Lisa, baby," Diane soothed, holding her friend to her breast. I lifted first Diane's leg, then Lisa's sliding out from beneath them. With a little shifting, we were all lying down, Diane still holding Lisa to her while I stroked her back.
She sobbed quietly. "I... I don't know... He isn't..."
"Shhhh, sweetie. Take your time. You can tell us," Diane assured her.
I stroked her hair, not wanting to interrupt Diane's voice; it would be more familiar than mine.
"What is he going to say?" she whimpered. "He won't want me anymore."
I let out a long sigh. She was just like Diane.
My wife met my eyes and smiled at me. "If he really loves you, Lisa, he will. Ben not only forgave me, he let me have this."
"Yeah, but that's Ben. He's obviously amazing." Lisa's voice was still broken and thick with tears.
My eyes widened in surprise. I was amazing? "Lisa, Diane's right. You have to tell him. For one thing, he deserves to know about your past. For another, if he can't accept that, he doesn't deserve you. You are amazing, Lisa. And if Mark is half the man you think he is, he knows that. He isn't going to let you go because you loved your roommate in college."
"But what about you?" she whispered.
She had me there. "I think you should tell him. Tell him what you need. God knows I've begged Diane to do that enough."
Lisa chuckled. "I thought I was, without being crude. Oh, Ben, you didn't get to..." She turned to me now, grabbing my semi-hard-on.
I waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I'm more worried about you. Are you sure you're all right?" I hugged her now, plump and soft in my hands, while stroking her back.
"Yes." She sighed.
Diane curled into her back, and I held Lisa for a few minutes until I heard quiet snoring. I looked down to see both ladies with eyes closed, fast asleep. I chuckled to myself before getting up for a quick shower.
Chapter Four – Round 2 or is it 3?
It had to be a dream. Diane danced, pulling off scarf after scarf and never revealing more skin. Breath curled in my ear, and I turned to see Lisa, standing behind me and reaching into my lap to open my fly.
Startled, I shook myself awake. I didn’t have a fly, but I was exposed, full erection standing out and two hands on it. One belonged to Diane and the other to Lisa. The latter licked the tip, curling with her tongue. Diane, on the bottom of the shaft, released me to tease my balls, stroking toward my ass. I arched my back, tightening everywhere.
“Fuck, girls, how do you expect me to last?”
Di’s giggle was contrasted with Lisa’s deep chuckle. She sucked on the head of my dick and let Diane answer.
“She doesn’t want you to last. She wants to taste you.”
“That’s gonna happen,” I promised.
“Mmm,” Lisa hummed and I saw stars for a moment before I throbbed, shooting into her mouth and, when she pulled back, across her nose. “You taste good, nerd-boy.”
If I hadn’t already been flushed from the orgasm, I’d be turning red now. “Does Mark like when you do that?”
Lisa licked my tip again, making me flinch. “That he does.”
“Does he do the same for you?” Turning to Diane, who looked about ready to fall asleep again, I spotted the clock on the bedside table behind her. It read 4 am.
Lisa slid back up to get her head on a pillow. “No. He’s got nimble fingers though.”
Diane snuffled and rolled toward Lisa, their noses touching. “Ben’s the best.”
Lisa chuckled. “I’ve figured that out.”
“I think she means at this.” I scooted down the bed and between Lisa’s legs. While I did, Diane’s hand drifted across her chest to fondle one of Lisa’s breasts, pinching the nipple lightly.
Part of me couldn’t believe how easy it was to indulge Lisa. I had no hesitation in s
eeing to her pleasure, no fear of a reprisal from Diane. The rest of me wondered what that meant. Were there cracks in our marriage that Lisa might widen?
The thoughts turned over one another while I parted Lisa’s labia and ran my finger over her in the dark. Here was the top, her clit, the hood of it. I teased my finger inside that, hitting a spot I couldn’t otherwise.
“Holy crap.” Her legs twitched around me.
I kept one finger there, holding fairly still while I used the other hand to trace down. I rubbed over her urethra, tapping it once or twice. If she was like me, with a half-full bladder, that should impact on her clit as well.
Peeking over her mound, I could see Diane’s tongue licking up Lisa’s throat and circling her ear. Lisa’s eyes had drifted shut and she took over palming her own breasts.
My finger circled her pussy, slowly spiraling toward the center. The closer I got to insertion, the more I teased her clit. As soon as one finger sunk inside her, I put my lips to her clit and sucked.
“Oh, fuck.” Her curse was low and guttural. I lost suction as she bucked, but my finger stayed lodged inside her, curling and twisting to keep it in place. Diane tried to hold her down, but the larger woman could shake us both. When she stilled, I added a second and ran my tongue lower, licking all of her inner lips.
“I’m going to come.”
“You bet you are.” I could hear Diane sucking and imagined it was Lisa’s breast.
Grinning, I added a third finger, using my other hand to pull up the hood on her clit again, and took a second to see if my guess was right. It was more than right. Diane had one nipple in her mouth, between her teeth and her fingers on the other. Lisa’s hand disappeared from view between Diane’s legs. I ran the tip of my tongue in the hood. “Mm-hmm.”
Just as that had triggered my climax, this hit hers. Her legs tightened, closing around my ears. The hand not pleasuring Diane was in my hair, gripping it and holding me in place.
“Good God,” she whispered. “You are good at that.”
Turning the three fingers inside her, I shook them the way she had used the toy on Diane. “I’m not done,” I warned her before licking up her slit. Working my fingers inside, my free hand rested on her mound, feeling for the right moment.
Sucking hard, I pulled my hand free and felt liquid splash under my chin. It was more than Di had spilled and seeped into the sheets beneath me, leaving a cold patch in its wake.
“Shit. I hate sleeping on the cold spot.” She wiggled her hips out of the way.
I nudged her toward Di, like a gentleman, taking the place of least comfort. Diane moved up as well, resting her head on the pillow while Lisa played between her thighs.
Wriggling, I got my arm under Lisa and massaged her breasts. My cock, which should really have called it quits for the night, was actually twitching against her round ass cheeks.
Diane rolled onto her back, her mouth wide as she gasped for air. “God, Lisa! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Oh, I’m not stopping.” I could feel her arm shake as she finger-fucked Diane at least as well as I had Lisa.
“I can’t sleep on that wet spot too.”
Lisa laughed, but Diane was starting to squeak, which only encouraged my groin to get back in the game. Rocking my hips in time to my wife’s cries, I slid between Lisa’s thighs, catching on her asshole.
“Whoa, buddy. Not ready for that.”
“Sorry,” I groaned, kissing her shoulder. “Not aiming there.”
Diane didn’t give any indication of hearing us, lost in her own orgasm. When she came down, she reached for Lisa’s pussy and brushed me as well. “Lisa, get on your knees.”
“What?”
Diane didn’t wait, rolling Lisa onto her belly and digging a condom out of the drawer. It would be one of the ribbed ones that she enjoyed on rare occasions. She stroked me before sliding the sheath over my shaft. “Take her doggy. She loves it.”
“Oh, yeah, I do. Fuck me, nerd-boy.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I said without thinking.
The women paused. Diane answered first. “It’s not okay?”
“No! It’s great! I mean, I can’t believe I’m still hard.”
They went back to their respective laughs, one high, one low. I was really coming to love that combination. Another thought flitted through my mind: what would it be like when Lisa went home? Would things change between me and Di?
Before I could reflect, Di practically shoved me at her friend. Her legs fell outside mine as she squatted behind me. I looked over my shoulder, but it was too dark to really see anything. She took the base of my cock in her hand and with hands and hips, directed me.
I closed my eyes as Diane used me to fuck Lisa. She would push her hips and mine forward and then pull us back. She set the pace, her breasts flat to my back and her breath in my ear.
“Doesn’t she feel fantastic? She has such a tight pussy, so smooth. God, I’m getting hot again.”
My mind spun with Diane’s words. “No kidding. She feels fucking fantastic. You hear that, Lisa? You feel fantastic.”
She groaned, her head resting on her hands. “Fantastic. Better than fantastic. Fuck, faster.”
Diane took that cue and kept her hands on my hips as we sped up. My balls started to swing and Lisa clenched around me.
“Yes, yes. Fuck.” She devolved into the same grunting she had before. Diane pinned my hips to Lisa’s, keeping me buried inside her while she came around me.
“Yes,” Diane whispered behind me, her fingers circling the barest sliver of my cock not snug inside Lisa. When her friend went limp, Diane knelt beside her. “Me now.”
Lisa pulled Diane so she was pushed up atop her, letting the rounder woman wrap her hands around Diane’s neck and pull her into a kiss.
I didn’t hesitate, leaving the condom in place while I plunged into my wife. Their kissing, loud and sloppy, left me eager to join them, curl up with them. My hips moved faster, aiming for that same ball-slapping pleasure I’d given Lisa. Neither lady lasted long with the repeated play and I fell in with them, curling behind Lisa while she wrapped her arms around Diane.
***
I was the last to rise from the bed. Sun streamed in the windows and I could hear female voices chattering through the open door. The smell of coffee reached me and I stretched and rose. Shorts in hand, I hopped into them on my way to the kitchen.
Lisa sat in one chair, her foot tucked up, splitting the robe she wore to reveal nothing beneath. Diane poured steaming brown liquid into a cup.
“Ben!” She held the mug out as she approached me. “Coffee?”
“Yes, thank you.” I slurped once before asking, “How long have I been out?”
“Not long,” Lisa assured me. “The coffee just finished brewing.”
I set my coffee down and returned to the bedroom, blind without my glasses. Toast popped just as I picked it up again.
“You’re sure I can’t make something more?” Diane asked, setting the plate on the table. Lisa grabbed the first of four pieces.
“No, this is good. I need to get back to the hotel. There’s a marketing session today that I want to catch. You want to meet me for lunch?” I thought she was asking Diane, but Lisa looked to me.
“Uh, maybe. We aren’t doing anything today, are we, Di?”
She shook her head. “We’re going to Mum’s for dinner, but nothing before that.” She took the seat beside me, taking a piece of toast for herself. Her toes tickled the back of my leg under the table.
“Great. I’ll meet you at that café at one.” This time Lisa did address Diane, who nodded. I assumed it was the same place they’d met the previous nights.
“Are you—” My voice wavered. “Coming back tonight?”
Lisa hesitated too. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I have to leave tomorrow. It might be easier… Damn, I want to come back.”
I reached across and covered her hand with mine. “No worries. The door i
s open. You decide when you want to walk through it.”
She turned her hand over to squeeze mine. “Thank you.”
While she finished her toast, I got up and fried myself an egg. “Can I make you one, Di?”
“Um, yeah, sure.” Turning, I noticed her move into my chair and whisper to Lisa. Returning my eyes to the pan, I gave them the privacy they needed. By the time the egg was ready, their heads weren’t pressed together, although Di remained in my seat.
“I should get going.” Lisa’s chair scraped across the floor as she pushed it back. “I’ll need to change before I do anything.”
“If you’re sure.” Diane followed her into the bedroom, seeming ready to fuss over her friend. “Let me help you find your things.”
Sitting alone at the table didn’t help my appetite. Curiosity got the better of me and I twisted my chair to peer through the open door. Lisa’s arms stretched up as she pulled her shirt over her head. Diane remained in her robe, but held out Lisa’s pants.
Soon enough, they both passed me on their way to the door. Lisa slipped on her shoes and came back to kiss my cheek. “Thank you so much, Ben. You have no idea how much this meant for me.” Her arms circled my neck as she squeezed me in a hug. It was backwards, so I was left rubbing the arm across my collar.
“Thank you. I never knew… Never thought… Oh, hell, you’re the author, you find the words.”
Lisa laughed. “I think I’d have trouble in this case.” She kissed me once more before turning and seizing Diane in a hug. My wife bent so their cheeks could touch. “I love you, Di. I always have. This has been something else.”
“And yet, something familiar.”
“Yes.” Lisa released her to open the door. “Goodbye.”
“We’ll see you at lunch,” I reminded her.
“Oh, yeah, right. Heh. See you later.”
I waited for Diane to take her seat. “So…what does this mean for us?”
“Hm? What do you mean?” She took a piece of toast and applied peanut butter.