by Julie Bosso
“I was just thinking about the surprise for tomorrow and how much you’re going to like it. I mean if I make you happy, well then.” She had left the thought hanging, her emphasis on the last two words ringing in his ears, making it hard for him to get to sleep.
The next morning, he had woken up to her singing in the shower. It made him smile and he tried to put all his worries aside and told himself that a woman like Lyric would never do anything that would cause him trouble. Then he thought of Mr. Weinstein and the worry lines creased his brow again.
He went to work and found his thoughts wandering time and time again. Once, his coworker, Jason, pulled him aside and asked him what was going on. “Oh, uh, nothing man, just a late night.” Jason had nodded and given him a look like he had bedded a bedroom full of wild women. He decided he didn’t have the fight in him to argue and just smiled slyly in return.
The drive home he nearly got in an accident when an old lady pulled out of a gas station into traffic right in front of him. Granted, the lady was really the one at fault, but he knew that his reflexes had not been as sharp as they should be. By the time he pulled up in the driveway, he was feeling like he was the one who was going to end up with the heart attack.
He opened the door and everything was quiet, not even Jolene was there to run and say hi to Daddy. He walked into the kitchen and set his stuff on the table and grabbed a beer from the fridge, all without mishap. As he took his first sips, his nerves began to settle and he laughed at himself for being such an idiot over his wife’s gift. Then, he heard Lyric call to him from upstairs and his nerves hit full gear again.
“Hon, is that you? Come on up, sweetie, we’re waiting for you.” Her voice was full of sugary excitement, like a kid who is about to spring the world’s best practical joke on their big brother.
“Um, yeah, baby, I’m home.” Had his voice just cracked? He downed the rest of his beer and went to the stairs. He looked up them to see if Lyric was still there, but she had already disappeared, he assumed, into the bedroom. He started up.
Then, his steps stopped. His mind recalled hearing that she had said something about “we.” What was it she had said? We’re waiting for you. Oh God, who was waiting? It wasn’t his birthday. Was it a celebratory party over his promotion and the success of his first big account? He groaned as he climbed the stairs, trying to prepare himself for the different scenarios that ran through his head.
Nothing, though, could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him when he stepped into their bedroom. His first thought had been one of relief because the room was not packed with people waving noisemakers and there was no cake or balloons in sight. But then he saw what, or rather who was on their bed and he felt rooted to the spot.
His wife was there, almost naked except for a little teddy and thong panties which showed visibly below the hem of the pink teddy. Next to his wife, was her good friend, Jessica Hunt, and Jessica also had on a teddy, hers in blue, and thong panties to match. Her thick black hair, such a dramatic contrast to Lyric’s fine blond, was draped in front of her face as she leaned down and sucked his wife’s tit, her teddy pushed up one side to give her access. He could hear the sucking noises and see her head move slightly as she focused her attention on Lyric’s breast. Lyric’s mouth was open in a little round “o” and her eyes were half shut as she looked down at her friend working her mouth on her.
He was shocked. He was sure Lyric had never been with another woman before and she seemed so natural in Jess’ arms now. Rich didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there. Finally, after what seemed hours, Jess broke away from his wife and sat up again and the two of them looked over at him and smiled. Lyric jumped off the bed and ran to his side and stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, honey, surprise.” She didn’t yell it, just whispered it gently while letting her hands stroke his chest through his shirt. “This is your gift from me to you, for all your hard work. Jess agreed to help me put on a show for you.” Now, she let her hands trail down his arms and led him to a chair by the bed that had the appearance of being set there specifically for him to view what would be happening. She gently sat him down and then unbuttoned his shirt while Jess rolled on the bed impatiently, looking at Rich slyly with her green eyes flashing under her heavy lashes.
Lyric finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off him. “I hope you like it.”
She danced away, her toned legs showing superbly under the teddy. When she climbed back onto the bed, he saw her ass flash at him and he felt his cock twitch in his pants, already getting hard from the moment he saw Jessica with her mouth on Lyric’s breast.
Lyric got on the bed and this time it was her lifting Jessica’s teddy, covering her face with the blue teddy as she moved her mouth down to her heavy round breasts. Jessica was bigger on top than Lyric, but Rich thought both of them looked fabulous as he watched them exchange kisses and caresses. Their hands moved over their bodies, exploring their breasts, the curve of their toned stomachs, their hips and, finally, between their legs.
Jessica was the first one to run her hand between Lyric’s legs and feel the swell of her pussy under the slim panties. Rich watched his wife gasp and arch her body upward to press her pussy against Jess’s cupped hand. He felt the thrill of it as if it were his own body, and his cock pressed painfully against his pants until he had to shift in his seat to get more comfortable.
Now, Jessica moved her body down Lyric’s, rubbing their bodies together and making Lyric squirm. When she finally lay between Lyric’s legs, her head poised just above her panties, she turned her head to look at Rich seated off to the side. She let her eyes travel over his body and stopped pointedly at his crotch. And then she licked her lips with her pink tongue. That was the final straw. Rich groaned loudly and lurched out of the chair, his clumsy hands working at his belt and his pants as he watched Jessica’s head swivel back around and her mouth land hot and wet on his wife’s pussy.
Lyric cried out just as his pants slid to the floor with his underwear following behind. Jessica had now worked his wife’s underwear down her body and flung them behind her, not seeming to notice that they hit Rich in the chest. Then, she put her mouth back on Lyric’s bare pussy and began to thrust forward, obviously fucking her with her tongue. Lyric groaned and writhed on the bed, and Rich watched her hands grip the comforter tightly.
Rich took his cock in his hand and began stroking as Jessica’s mouth moved more insistently on his wife. He watched Jessica’s ass from the side as it swayed back and forth and up and down as her head moved over Lyric. Her ass was beautiful, round and definitely more than a handful, but taut. He watched the muscles flex in her ass cheek and stroked faster.
Then, she stopped again and sat back, leaving Lyric writhing on the bed, begging for more. She looked at Rich and waved him forward, a seductive smile on her face. “Come on over, big man.”
He moved the few steps to the edge of the bed and, suddenly, his cock was enveloped by Jessica’s sweet mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat as she buried her face in his pubic hair. “Oh, Jesus!” He cried out as she moaned around his shaft and moved her head back and forth and Rich was in such an ecstasy of feeling that he didn’t even notice that Lyric had gotten up as well.
Then he felt his wife’s mouth on his balls, her face fighting for room. Jessica slid up his shaft enough and the two of them spent the next few minutes licking and sucking and kissing his cock and his balls. The feeling of two mouths was overwhelming and he found himself falling forward onto the bed.
The girls quickly pulled at him to bring him onto the bed the rest of the way. Lyric climbed on his chest, while Jessica stayed between his legs. Both of them began sucking his cock again, Lyric’s heart-shaped ass waving in his face as she leaned down to put her mouth on him.
Jessica now sat up and moved to Lyric’s side and pulled her up and off Rich. The two of them rolled onto the comforter to the side of Rich and began making out again, with Lyric moving on to
p of Jessica this time. As she moved between Jess’s legs and put her mouth on her pussy through the fabric of her panties, Rich sat up and moved behind her and picked up her sweet ass from the bed and rubbed at it, making his wife moan against Jessica’s now uncovered pussy. “Oh God, honey, fuck me, please fuck me!” She looked briefly behind her, her eyes pleading.
Rich grabbed her waist and pushed his hard cock between her pink folds, feeling the wet lips part and then clench as his cock thrust inside her. “Oh God, oh yes, it feels so good, so good, baby.” She began slapping her ass back against him, making her pussy slip back and forth over his cock.
He started to move faster and Lyric tried to focus on licking Jess, but soon her head was resting against Jessica’s thigh and she was panting hard. Jessica slid carefully out from beneath her and moved behind her to where Rich was thrusting hard and fast into his wife’s tight pussy, making her yell and holler with each thrust as she got closer and closer.
But Jessica stopped him with her hands on his broad chest, and then she took his cock and slipped it out of Lyric’s pussy. Leaning down to give him a quick suck, she sat up and turned her attention to Lyric, pulling her up and positioning her beneath her, with her head at Jess’ pussy and Jess on all fours, her ass swaying in the air in front of Rich. Lyric didn’t waste any time, wrapping her arms around Jessica’s waist and raising her head to put her mouth on her pussy and her tongue deep inside her. A small groan escaped Jess’ mouth as she looked at Rich a final time and then let her head drop onto Lyric’s pussy.
Rich watched the two women sucking each other, pulling loud moans and screams from each other, and he saw Jessica’s ass waving at him. With a silly grin on his face, he moved behind her and took his cock, wet from their mouths and Lyric’s pussy, and slid it between her ass cheeks. He moved it up and down along her crack before pressing it against her very tiny hole. Her body stilled for an instant before she resumed licking his wife and in that instant he grabbed her hips hard and thrust deep, sliding all the way into her resistant little opening.
She screamed against his wife’s pussy, her teeth and lips pressing hard against Lyric’s clit as he moved quickly, fucking her asshole fast and feeling the small opening relax and let him move deeper. She began moving frantically with him and his wife’s mouth on her clit made her cry out with the powerful sensation. In just a few thrusts, or so it seemed to Rich, Jessica was twisting in his grasp and yelling as her ass clenched around his cock in a tight undulating grip that brought his own orgasm to the edge.
Before he could come, Lyric moved out from underneath Jess, and pulled her friend forward and off Rich. Then the two of them spun around slipped their faces just underneath his throbbing cock and he exploded over their upturned mouths and cheeks and noses and chins. He shuddered violently and would have dropped forward if the girls hadn’t put their hands on his thighs and held him up. They moved forward and began to lick his cock clean of the last drops of cum, sucking on his cock in turns until he couldn’t handle it anymore and he pushed them back onto the bed, where he fell between them.
Their loud heavy breathing filled the room and their chests seemed to heave in unison. Jessica and Lyric curled up against his sides and ran their hands lightly over his chest, their fingers brushing each other. Eventually, Jessica sat up and leaned over Rich to give his wife a kiss on the mouth. Then, she pulled back and gave Rich a kiss on his stubbly cheek. “Thanks Rich and Lyric that was wonderful. Rich you really know how to fuck a girl.” Laughing at Rich’s loss for words, she slid off the bed and went into the restroom, where they heard the shower start, water pulsing against the tiles.
Rich closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of complete relief that enveloped his tired body. Then he heard Lyric chuckling, and he cracked an eye open to look down at her. “What?”
“Well,” she said, adjusting herself onto her side and balancing on her elbow so she could look into his face, “you were pretty worried that I had planned something disastrous.”
He began to protest but, as he saw her smile, he gave it up. “You know your ideas can get a little crazy.”
She pretended mock offense. “Oh, like this one wasn’t?”
He shook his head and pulled her down into his arms. “No, no, honey,” he kissed the top of her head, “this is the type of crazy I like. This is good crazy.”
“Well, then, I’m glad I didn’t set up the camera, you might have changed your mind.”
He reviewed the last hour or so and was able to answer her without hesitation. “Honey, I think I like your kind of crazy, no matter what it involves.”
“Good, because next week is Mrs. Feeney’s ninety-second birthday and – “
His arms hugged her close. “Okay, let me amend that. I like the kind of crazy that involves sex.”
She giggled. “Well, Mrs. Feeney is quite attractive for her age. I hear she still has almost all her own teeth.”
Rich picked his wife up and brought her mouth to his. “Enough. Thank you for my gift. My once-in-a-lifetime gift.”
Jessica emerged from the restroom to find her friends laughing so hard they almost crying. She smiled and said, “Well I was about to head home, but since we’re all still having a great time…” She pulled her shirt off, and Lyric giggled.
“Maybe a whole lot more than once in a lifetime, baby!”
TYING THE KNOT
A Very Rough Honeymoon MFF Threesome Sex Short
by Stacy Reinhardt
All rights reserved copyright 2012 by Naughty Daydreams Press
Cover image by Lex Thorne
I had known Charise for years, long before I had become involved with Liam, and I had never suspected a thing. The three of us would hang out often going to movies or playing poker at our apartment. Back then, Charise and I were sharing rent, and we all just had a good time, enjoying each other’s company. Sure, there were times when I begrudged Charise’s ever present company, when I would push her to go out and find a guy to date. I even set her up on a few blind dates, but she always came back unhappy, saying that he just wasn’t what she wanted in a man.
I should have listened to her because apparently what she had meant all along was that none of them were Liam. When I look back at it now, I think I should have seen the signs but it’s so hard to see what’s right in front of your nose when you’re busy looking out for the future and the future I had thought I was watching come into focus was nothing like what was really heading my way
I came home one night to find the two of them on the couch waiting for me. I was the only one with a full time job that took me out of the house. Liam worked mostly on the computer at our apartment now that he had practically moved in, and Charise worked only part time as a teaching assistant. So, really, I was the one who spent the least time with anybody. Still, when I came home that night and saw the two of them sitting side by side on the couch, holding hands, I felt like I’d just been punched in the gut and was writhing on the floor only waiting for them to finish me off.
They definitely did that. Charise got up and put an arm around my shoulders and explained that she and Liam had fallen in love. Oh, they hadn’t meant for it to happen, blah, blah, blah, and then, I was kicking both of them out and crying on the sofa. Everything ran through my mind then, like a movie, every interaction between the three of us and then, more specifically, the interactions between my best friend and my lover. I began to see for the first time how she had hung on him, pulled on him, got his attention away from me and onto her time and time again. Yes, I was angry at both of them but, it was clear who had thought everything out and who had planned this little coup to begin with, and at that moment, I hated Charise with all my heart.
But I couldn’t stay away from them. Really, it was like some sick self-inflicted torture. I’d gone to Charise just two weeks later and offered her my apologies and she had apologized to me and we had kissed and hugged and made up and the three of us had become a trio once more. It had been a blow, though, even harder
than the first, when she had casually informed me when I had come over to their apartment to pick her up to do some shopping, that Liam had proposed to her and that they were planning to marry in just three months. She had waved the ring under my nose and, while I’d congratulated her and, of course, agreed to be her maid of honor, I’d been collapsing inside again.
The final straw, and my hope for revenge, fell when she came to me the night before her wedding. She was all innocent smiles and happiness and I wanted to rip her throat out. Instead, I invited her inside. “What’s up?”
She sat down on the couch that used to be ours and smiled up at me and I swear, for that brief moment, I saw the raw triumph in her eyes, and then she was giggling and leaning forward to share a confidence like we used to do. “Brenda, I wanted to ask a favor of you.”
I shrugged, suddenly wary while trying to seem unconcerned. “Yeah, what?”
She took my hands and pulled me onto the couch next to her and I actually felt a strong revulsion that made me want to pull away while at the same time, I was absolutely fascinated. I imagine it’s a lot like when we watch something we fear, like a spider or a snake. She began whispering, though we were the only two in the room, and the apartment for that matter. “Well, you know how Liam has always wanted to have a threesome?” Right there, I tried to pull my hands away from hers and get up to tell the bitch to get out, but she held them tight and, again, I felt that fascination and I decided to let her finish. “I want to make his dream come true on our wedding night. It would be my wedding present to him.”
Now, I did pull my hands away from hers, but I stayed on the couch by her. “So, it sounds fine. Go ahead and do it.”
She smiled again. “Yeah, well, that’s why I’m here. I wanted to ask you if you would agree to be the other woman in the threesome.”