“I want it,” Eva said. “I want you too. I want to lick you, feel your pussy. I want to serve you and please you. I want to give myself to you and him. Please.”
Brooke looked at her in silence. Eva spoke to fill the void and surprised even herself.
“I want to watch you. I want to see what you do when you’re alone.”
A smile curled across Brooke’s lips, her eyes lingered on Eva as she stroked Peter’s cock to a harder, higher stiffness. Her look was so dominating, Eva shrank at its wonderful heat. Her eyes found Peter’s. There she saw a flicker of the husband she knew, for a solacing moment.
“Watch for now, but I expect you to do your share soon,” Brooke said. Her fingers grasped Peter’s chin, turning his face to hers, claiming him as her lips and tongue pressed his. Like that, Eva was witnessing them in a private moment. Peter’s mouth was tender, brushing and sucking. Brooke was in no mood for tenderness, flashing her teeth and taking his upper lip in a nipping bite.
Brooke’s fingers came to the buttons on his chest, flicking them open with quick and greedy pops. As the last one opened, she grabbed his collar and pulled the fabric from his torso.
His shirt gone, she began to work his pants. She smacked his thigh, prompting him to lift his legs from the sofa so she could pull his pants free in a few hard yanks. Every motion was like a taunting dare, freeing Peter, toying with him, prompting him to strike.
As he settled back to the sofa, Eva saw the light from the fire reveal the muscles and motions of the body she knew so well. A wet craving dripped through her as she tried to keep herself still on the cushion. It took everything to keep her from crawling to them, begging to taste some of their lust.
Eva was about to move when Brooke stood and began to pull at the zippers along the sides of her dress. As the final zipper teeth released, her dress opened at her back and breasts, flaying apart like the mouth of a snake. Bloomed wide, it began to slide down her body and, with every inch it fell, revealed a glossy red under bust corset. After it slid past her gently curving hips to drop on the floor, Brooke stood with nothing but the shiny red corset, nearly matching the strip of soft auburn hair on the mound above her full and glistening lips.
Another wave of thirst coursed through Eva’s every vein. Some distant part of her mind, outside the fantasy, unsplashed by her rising lust, realized Brooke must have been thorough in her planning for tonight. In a moment it meant the world to Eva, amazed her, and brought on a daze of nerves. If it wasn’t so evident Brooke cared for her, Eva would worry at the influence Brooke was exerting at the core of her life. It was another beacon drifting past, showing Brooke had left the realm of girlfriend or fuckbuddy to become something more. Then she could not think on it more as Brooke sank back to her knees between Peter’s legs and took him into her mouth.
His head fell to the back of the sofa and a sound of agony and pleasure growled from his mouth. Eva always loved when he let go enough to groan and moan and scream and cry out. Usually, there was a little hitch, a little reserve even as he lent voice to his enjoyment. Not now. Now, every reserve was gone and everything he had was sounding out as Brooke closed her lips around his cock and dove down on him.
In a moment, Eva saw herself with Peter, what she must look like working to please the man she loved so much. This must be what it’s like to witness her own mouth on him, her black hair swinging back and forth like Brooke’s shimmering red hair was now, her face dropping and rising as she went down and came up on his slick cock. She heard the same vulgar sounds as Brooke’s lips slipped along his wet skin. Every slurp and wet smack brought a new wetness between her thighs.
Looking at Brooke’s mouth closed so snug to Peter’s cock as she sucked, Eva could see her lipstick leaving another ring around Peter’s cock at the final depth she was able to bring him into her mouth and throat.
The thought of her blowing him alone in this apartment as Eva made her way over set an explosion off in her mind and thoughts. They had all talked about being able to show each other affection if one of the three were missing. In fact Eva and Brooke had stolen kisses and fingering strokes while on a shopping trip the week after Christmas. Peter had exploded inside Eva when she whispered the details of her and Brooke’s lustful interludes while he railed her in bed the following evening.
But knowing Brooke had been so good to him, so naughty but so perfect for the wifely role Eva asked her to play made it impossible for Eva to hold herself back. She needed them both, now.
“Please,” Eva said, almost a sob. “Please let me be with you.”
Brooke slid down one last time, bringing Peter so far into her mouth her nose brushed the tangle of hair at the base of his cock. Pulling up, his skin distorting with the suction, Brooke lifted her mouth from Peter. She turned to Eva. Her eyes opened slowly through the languor of her delight she felt servicing Peter’s desire. Eva could see Brooke’s face and lips were red, wet, full with faint smears of lipstick on her chin and cheek.
“Come here,” Brooke said, standing up. “Make yourself naked and come here.”
Eva pulled the straps of her dress from her shoulders, and grabbed the fabric at her hips, pulling down with everything she had. The dress, still zipped, came down slowly, distorting around her body as she desperately pulled. Eva felt something give at the back, no doubt the zipper tearing open. She could not care in her impatience to get free. She tugged at the fabric, tearing it off her body, feeling her breasts slip out as the tight dress finally came loose.
Eva felt the relief in a fog. While she freed herself, Brooke put a knee on the cushion beside Peter and threw a leg over his lap. Dancing from one leg to another, Eva worked the dress down her thighs, hooking her thumbs into her panties so every thread separating her body from her lovers fell to the floor. With every shake of her hip, she kept her eyes on Brooke and Peter.
“This is what we do when we’re alone,” Brooke said. “This is what we do when we’re waiting for a woman to share.”
Her hand disappeared into the dim shadows between her pelvis and Peter’s shaft. Brooke looked at Eva as she shifted Peter under her. Eva could not see Peter slip into Brooke but she knew the moment it happened. An imperceptible tension on Brooke’s face relaxed, her pupils widened. She could see the focus leave Brooke’s gaze as her body slowly descended onto Peter’s cock. As she sank, he plunged, inch by inch, up through her wet lips.
She let out a beautiful, thankful, wordless sound. Brooke’s eyes closed as she channeled every attention towards the sensations consuming her. Extending a hand to Eva, she beckoned with a few quick, beautiful curling motions of her thin, delicate fingers.
As though a leash had been dropped, Eva slid down the sofa, standing on her knees beside her two lovers. Her thighs straddled one of Brooke’s legs as Brooke began to rock her hips back and forth on Peter’s filling cock. The sounds of eager and pleasured breath came from Peter and Brooke. The feeling of Brooke’s legs open and straddling Peter while Eva’s legs were open and straddling one of Brooke’s fleshy thighs was exquisite. They all moved as one, each working to bring pleasure to the others.
Finally, Brooke’s eyes opened and her beckoning hand slid around Eva’s neck and pulled her in. She kissed Eva with a reckless thirst, her impulse blurred somewhere between hunger and relief. Eva put one hand around the small of Brooke’s lower back and could feel the motion of her hips as they fed on Peter.
With Brooke’s searching kisses, the motion of her body on Peter radiating out through the cushions, Eva steadied herself by putting her other hand on Peter’s back and shoulder.
As she and Brooke continued to kiss, Eva ground her wet lips to the flexing muscles of Brooke’s thigh. She could feel Brooke’s control crack. The hunger in Brooke’s kisses, in her fingers clutching the back of Eva’s neck, in her submitting grunts and moans, it was like she was pouring her lust over Eva’s body, over Peter’s lap, her desires wetting and licking every inch of skin she could touch. She was done teasing, readying to pull
Eva over the edge of satisfaction to join her with Peter.
While her dripping lips pressed harder to Brooke’s rippling thigh, Eva let out a begging groan. Far from satisfying the buzzing need rising in her clit, the contact with Brooke’s smooth skin satisfied her need for friction only enough to reveal Eva needed more to get satisfaction.
The three of them shifted there for long moments, lost in a rapture of satisfying lust. As Eva pecked her way down Brooke’s chin to bring the soft skin of Brooke’s throat to her lips, she felt Peter open his mouth against the back of her own neck. Feeling her husband finally give a touch for her alone brought out a groan from her lungs that was trapped loudly against Brooke’s neck and breasts.
Still grinding on Brooke’s leg, feeling a fever of heat from Peter’s kisses, Eva sank lower and pulled Brooke’s hard nipple against her tongue. Closing her mouth hard, Eva pinched the stiff skin between her lips, drawing a cry of surprise and sharp pleasure from Brooke’s gaping mouth. Brooke’s groans and cries mounted, getting higher and harder with each undulation of her pussy on Peter’s dripping cock.
As she began rising and hammering herself down onto him, Brooke grabbed Eva’s wrist and brought her hand to the heated spot where Brooke’s drenched lips stretched around Peter’s shaft.
“This?” Brooke said as a promise and a taunt. “Is this what you want?”
“Oh, yes,” Eva said, lifting her mouth from the wet sheen her tongue left on Brooke’s nipple. Eva’s face was warm, cupped between Brooke’ breasts and Peter’s chest. Brooke dropped her lips to Eva’s ear as Eva’s mouth closed back over her other nipple.
“Uhhh…. Help me finish and you can have this,” Brooke said. She closed her fingers around Eva’s hand, forcing Eva’s own fingers to curl around the root of Peter’s wet shaft as Brooke slid up and down. Eva’s own sound of approval and thanks was lost as a hum vibrating through Brooke’s taut nipple.
“You can have every inch of him,” Brooke hissed in an uneven tone. Her grinding body, her rising pleasure, her consuming need all tore at her ability to control what she had been controlling all night.
Sucking hard on Brooke’s nipple, Eva slid down the arm she had around Brooke’s back, cupping Brooke’s firm ass. At the same time, she let go of Peter’s cock and parted her fingers against Brooke’s engorged, hard clit. Her fingers were dripping from the wetness Brooke gave off, sliding easily on either side of Brooke’s fleshy hood.
Eva’s mouth on her nipple, Eva and Peter’s hands squeezing her ass, Eva’s fingers thrumming her clit, Brooke began to lose it. Her living room rang out with the sound of her body moving wetly on Peter, her skin pressing and sliding against Eva, her lungs crying out long and loud as the orgasm closed over her, filling every nerve with wet, warm, full pleasure.
Rolling through wave after wave of pleasure, Brooke tried to speak but succeeded only in giving delirious, relieving sobs.
“Thank you,” she finally managed, kissing Peter. Then she turned to Eva, drawing a finger down her cheek in a tender gesture. “Oh thank you.”
Returned to herself, Brooke finally lifted herself off. Before she drew away, she whispered in Eva’s ear.
“Take this,” Brooke said, guiding Eva’s hand and pressing it to the barrel of Peter’s wet cock. “I want you to have him. I want him to have you.”
With that, Brooke took a step back and dropped herself into stuffed leather chair beside the couch. In the soft orange light of the fire her body was a glistening series of beautiful s-shaped curves and swells. Eva looked at her, a beautiful image of satisfied relaxation. Brooke looked back at her through half-closed eyes.
“Eva,” Brooke said.
“Yes?”
“I want you to fuck my husband,” Brooke said, a twisted grin still showing through her sated features.
Tentatively, Eva looked to Peter. Somehow the spell of the fantasy had not faded. She saw him as her husband and a stranger, as an old friend and a wonderful new prize.
For a brief moment, Peter looked on her as his wife, some secret assurance he was still all hers under the layers of fanciful lust and fervor. Silently, he told her he loved her in the secret language of subtle looks and motions she and Peter, alone, understood. In the intoxicating tumult of the night, even though Eva had asked for it all, the silent reassurance was a comfort.
Then he closed his hand around her arm at the elbow and tugged. Eva could see he wanted her climb onto him. In an instant he had reassumed the role of Brooke’s husband wanting to finally try the woman they chose to share.
Somehow shy before Peter, Eva bit her lip as she looked down and slid a leg over Peter’s wet lap. Settling herself, her eyes lifted to Peter and a shroud of desire wrapped around her. All she could see in him was a lust for her. That’s all she wanted. Her legs straddling his lap, she could feel the emptiness within her, the coming satisfaction lurking under her as he shifted himself to enter.
As she hovered over his stiff core, Peter glared at her. Not cruel or mean, but sure and demanding. She was not going to be allowed to give herself. He was going to claim her. He put a hand on the back of her neck as they looked at each other, eye to eye. His fingers were wet and Eva could smell Brooke on him. His other hand disappeared between them. After a moment, she felt his cock move under her, the stiff head, like a hard drum of flesh, brushing wetly up her tender thigh.
Eva felt his skin, still wet from Brooke, move into place and she could feel the delicious curve at the very head of his shaft brush apart her inner lips. Then there was nothing else to wait for.
The hand of the back of her neck clamped shut and urged her down. Eva descended, collapsed, submitted, surrendered. She let out a long, prayerful cry as her body dropped and his pelvis lifted. She wailed with every inch of him sliding into her. She felt a grateful tear trace a line down her cheek as his hard, velvety head came to rest at her G-spot deep inside. The last barrier gone, she pressed her lips to his.
Even though in reality she had just left him this morning, kissing him as they parted ways, her lips on him now felt like the first kiss of a lifetime. His mouth was firm, as she always loved it, his tongue rich and warm and filling, as it always had been, but now it was new. For this moment he was someone else’s husband, in someone else’s apartment, being given to her like a gift.
Eva opened her mouth against Peter’s, trying to get more of him into her, licking his tongue with her own as his pelvis lifted up, filling her, over and over and over. Some part of her mind marveled at his amazing stiffness, at the different feeling he gave her as he slid in aided by Brooke’s wetness. As she fucked Peter, Eva felt happier, dirtier and more loved than she ever had.
“Fuck, I love watching him with you,” Brooke said from the chair beside them. “I like it when he pleases other women, when he shows them what a fucking stud he is.”
His cock giving her powerful, luxurious strokes from underneath, Eva pried her eyes open to see Brooke in the chair beside them. Even though Brooke was satisfied only moments before, Eva’s mouth went dry with what she saw.
Brooke had one leg draped over the fat arm of the leather chair, her fingers making wet undulations along the length of her pussy, the heel of her hand mashing gently to her clit. Her other hand, wet from sweat and her own dew, stretched one nipple out between pinched fingers.
Just as Eva’s amazement at Brooke’s display rushed through her, Peter’s fingers pinched her chin and forced her face back to him. His eyes were fierce and claiming on her. Eva knew she was his until he was done. His hips lifted higher and harder off the sofa. In his thrusts, she could feel his need consuming the power and purpose of every muscle in his body.
Through his pounding, she forced her eyes to stay open, stay on his, to show Peter she was his. She wrapped her arms around him and held him, kissing the sweat from his brow as he fucked her. Eva could smell his sweat, smell herself on him, smell the remains of Brooke. With his cock impaling her with ramming, stretching thrusts, Eva could no longer keep her e
yes open. She pinched them shut against the sharpening sensations, nestling her head between his shoulder and chin, sobbing out her pleasure in ragged breaths across his skin.
“Fuck me, baby,” Eva whispered through his grunts. “Fuck me like I’m yours. She loves to watch you fuck me. I love to be fucked for her, for you.”
Peter thrust up harder but gave a yell of frustration. She knew his power and knew the angle of the couch would not allow him to get at her as he liked. In desperation, he curled his arms under hers. His palms curled up so he could clamp her shoulders from behind. With her secured, he yanked her down hard as his hips jutted up. Eva gulped at the fierce action and for a moment was unable to make a sound.
“Get on your fucking hands and knees,” Peter snarled into her ear. Another tear fell from Eva’s eye as she lifted herself and he slipped from inside. Something in the swelter of images and sensations, of the fantasy, the night and the reality of their relationships was kindling a high fire of lust and emotion.
Eva climbed to stand on wavering legs. Brooke took her hand, guiding her around the coffee table even while she stayed rooted in her leather chair. Sitting there with her devious approval, directing tonight’s carnal delights, Eva had the feeling something about Brooke’s shiny red half-corset gave her an impetus to dictate. But now was not the time to question.
Free in the field of carpet between the fireplace and coffee table, Eva got down on her knees. The feeling of settling to her final satisfaction, of waiting for Peter to shift into position, gave Eva almost as much ecstasy as the approaching climax his taking of her promised.
On all fours, Eva looked into Brooke’s eyes as she sat in her chair with an expression of contentment. Over her shoulder, Eva watched as Peter swept around the table from the other end and came to rest behind her.
“Stop,” Brooke said. The words hit Eva like an iron hand clutching her heart. But the smile on Brooke’s face was serene. “I want to hold you while he fucks you. Come to me.”
Eva crawled forward, placing her hands on Brooke’s thighs to part them. Brooke took one of her hands and pulled gently, guiding her up until Eva’s head was level with her breasts and she could feel Brooke’s wetness press her stomach. Lacing her fingers in Eva’s hair, Brooke settled Eva against her chest, feeling the anticipating breath flow over her nipples. Gently, Brooke brushed back Eva’s glossy black strands.
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