Seeing Triple

by Notabot

  Greg let out a small grumble of protest as his wife Fara rolled in bed, tugging on the bedsheets and waking him up. “No fair,” Greg said.

  “I’m sure you can find time to nap later today,” Fara said, her voice equally groggy as she got out of her sleep state and checked her phone.

  “I’m not getting back to sleep now, that’s for sure,” Greg said through his yawn, wincing as Fara turned on the lamp. It stung his waking eyes some but at least now he got to see her smooth, tan, bare back and her messy brown hair brushing against it between her shoulder blades. He reached over and began to pet her naked body, making her chuckle. “Good thing I have so much time today.”

  “Or you could use some of that time to do laundry, clean the kitchen, finally do some vacuuming,” Fara said, turning and smiling at her husband over her shoulder. Her face was just as smooth and glistening as her back, with round cheeks, full maroon lips, and dazzling hazel eyes.

  “Sounds like fun,” Greg said, rolling his eyes.

  “Oh, poor you. Some wires burnt out at your office and now you have to work from home,” Fara said, rolling over so her naked body pressed against his. Her heavy breasts compressed against him, allowing her to get close enough that their noses tickled each other.

  As Fara’s smirk grew, Greg couldn’t help but smile along with her. “I guess I could squeeze some chores in somewhere during the day.”

  “Just don’t watch porn and masturbate all day,” Fara said, running her hand up her husband’s waist so she could point a finger in his face. “That’s what always happens when people start working from home.”

  “I don’t do that,” Greg said, leaning in for a kiss. “I have you for that.”

  Fara let out a squealing laugh and backed away from Greg’s lips. “Oh-ho! So I’m just here for your sexual gratification?”

  “No! No, no, no,” Greg said quickly, moving his hands behind her hips, pulling Fara in close. “I mean, I need more than just fucking. I need…conversational stimuli. That’s what you give me.”

  Fara continued to curl her lips up at Greg as he kissed her on the cheek. “So if some stranger came up to you and said, ‘Oh baby, come inside my hot, wet cunt,’ you’d say no?”

  Greg rocked his head back and forth. “What kind of body does she have?”

  Fara let out another big laugh and Greg caught her on the lips as they moved. Now, the couple was actually kissing, warming up from pecks to wide, circular motions to finally tongues lapping and rubbing together. Greg tightened his grip on Fara’s hips and she let out a little purr. “There’s that morning wood.”

  “It’s not just morning wood, trust me,” Greg said in a deep, quiet voice. “You want to…”

  “A little something to keep me company before I go into work?” Fara replied, just as quietly. “Sure.”

  With a low groan, Fara arched her hips under the bedsheets and slid her body down around Greg’s erection. Her eyelids fluttered a bit at first before they both made eye contact and smiled. Then, the couple began to move together, with Greg sliding his member in and out of Fara an inch or so at a time while she wiggled her wide hips and bubble butt.

  They picked up the pace quickly, moving from their sides to pinning Fara on her back. Her green eyes were closed tight and her full pouty lips were open wide but no sound was coming out. Still, her hands clutched on to Greg’s biceps, squeezing him as he pumped again and again, moving back so only his tip was inside of her labia lips, then thrusting the entire shaft back into her. He could feel her toes curling and rubbing against his thighs, struggling and failing to effectively wrap around him.

  To give Fara a bit more leverage, Greg dropped down into her soft chest, kissing and licking the skin in between her cleavage while her two bobbing breasts knocked against his head. Fara wrapped her arms around his back, holding him tightly as he was now pounding away inside of her, getting her fully warmed up. One of his hands traced down her toned stomach, stopping briefly to tease her navel, before he pressed his thumb over her clitoris, gently stroking the tip.

  Now Fara was finally making sound, though it sounded more like a gasp for air than any kind of ecstatic cry. As she began to give the familiar pleasurable sounds, Greg started to feel more energized and aroused, feeling his cock burn and twitch. The sweat was pouring off of both of them and Greg could feel the bedsheets beginning to stick to his skin. In one wide motion, Greg threw them off, exposing their naked bodies to the empty room. This made Fara shriek with joy and laugh, arching her back and hips to take Greg in even deeper.

  “Oh god,” Fara weakly got out. That was enough for Greg, who came inside of his wife while he had his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. He got in one last thrust, pushing Fara’s head deep into the pillows and curling her hips to make room for his waist. Once the tide came back and Greg began pulling his erection out, he moved to kiss Fara and the two made out while she stroked his hair and cheeks. It wasn’t fast or sloppy but each kiss, each flick of their tongue and lips, had an intensity to it, making every one deeply erotic for something so tame.

  A few minutes of this and Fara pulled back, smiling and giving her husband a loving pat on the face. “Gotta go?” Greg asked with a sigh.

  “As much as I’d love to call in sick and stay right here for another hour or so, yep, gotta go,” Fara said before giving Greg a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Remember to do some cleaning around the house while I’m gone.”

  “What if I have too much work to take care of?” Greg asked as Fara shuffled out of the bed.

  “Babe, I’ve seen your Tetris score. You have plenty of free time at the office and I don’t think today will be any different,” Fara laughed, blowing him a kiss as she strode naked into the bathroom. Greg watched her happily, collapsing back into the bed when the bathroom door closed. If his day was starting this well, a little vacuuming and mopping wouldn’t be so bad.

  Greg slowly got up and went through his usual morning routine while Fara was out the door and over to her workplace at a typical pace. His morning run was a little rougher than usual since he just expended so much energy in bed minutes before and he got a little flustered as the fabric of his shorts rubbed against his penis, still raw and sensitive from earlier with Fara. He hoped it wouldn’t give him an erection, which would make running hard and make interactions with other runners and dog-walkers awkward.

  Once home, Greg showered, changed, ate, and started going through his work emails to see what the day might have in store for him. It was an odd sort of job, “managing data,” and even telling it to people made Greg sound like he was making shit up. There were definitely a lot of grifters when it came to jobs in technology and data so Greg had to work to stand out as a legitimate worker.

  For the past few years, Greg found himself a steady job doing data analysis and maintenance for a political party in his state. Greg was willing to go through the monotonous process of sorting and mapping hundreds of sheets of voter information and poll data and repackaged his findings in easy-to-understand ways. The party had picked up quite a few seats since he came on. He didn’t personally get much credit – the candidates and their boosters soaked that up – but he got enough of a nod to stay on and keep making more money. Since it wasn’t a campaign year at that time, Greg did not have as much work to do but he was a full time, salaried employee now so that wasn’t too bad.

  It was marrying Fara that gave Greg the kick in the pants to really work and get to the position he was in now. Greg would never have thought he’d meet a woman like Fara, let alone date, fuck, and marry her. She was nice, she was smart, she was funny and she liked his sense of humor. And she was hot. So, so hot.

  A little over a year into the marriage now, Greg and Fara were dancing around the matter of starting a family.
Both seemed to be on board but were unsure how to pop the question. Greg was a single child but Fara came from a big family. Lots of aunts and uncles, tons of cousins, and then there were her sisters.

  Fara had two other identical triplet sisters: Maxine and Lisa. And the three of them, listening to Fara talk about it, were inseparable as kids, doing everything together and never fighting the way a lot of siblings might. This made Fara laugh nervously at the idea of having kids and whether she would have triplets as well.

  Greg laughed along, but deep down he was imagining what that would be like. Not so much raising three kids at once, though that was a part of it, but just Fara pregnant with triplets. Greg had a powerful fetish for pregnant women, which Fara knew about and entertained from time to time, and having his beautiful wife so large and swollen with three babies…he would not be able to leave the bedroom if she was pregnant around him.

  The thought of Fara being pregnant – her tan skin swelling with a round belly, her already heavy breasts getting more engorged and resting on top of her full stomach, her brown hair getting silky and soft, her hormones driving her into his arms on an hourly basis – got Greg excited at his makeshift desk. He thought about going and doing the obvious to work out this sudden energy but he remembered Fara’s little barb to him in the morning.

  So instead of grabbing a sock and scrolling through some of his favorite photos of his wife, Greg got out the vacuum cleaner and began working around the house. He pushed it around on the carpet while its motor whirred loudly in their empty home.

  “I can’t even listen to music while doing this,” Greg grumbled to himself, though it was so loud he couldn’t hear himself.

  Once he finished in the hall leading from the bedroom to the living room, Greg switched off the vacuum cleaner so he could unplug it and move it around. As the sound went down, he could hear the doorbell ring.

  Greg put down the vacuum’s cord and went to the front door, seeing Fara standing at the window and grinning back at him. “Fara?” Greg said, opening the door. “What are you doing here?”

  “I was taking lunch but I thought I’d pay you a visit,” Fara grinned, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. There was a playful tone in her voice, making Greg smile like a dope with an almost Pavlovian response.

  “Why’d you ring the doorbell? I couldn’t hear it with the vacuum,” Greg said as Fara slinked close to him, rubbing her fit, curvy body against his chest and hips. That shut up his question quickly.

  “I thought you’d save me the hassle of going into my purse for my keys. And I like it when you do things for me,” Fara purred, kissing him on the Adam’s apple. “Like cleaning. You’re such a good, handy husband.”

  “Well, you did ask,” Greg chuckled nervously. “It’d be awkward if you came home and I hadn’t done it.”

  Fara let out a humming laugh, spreading her lips wider. “So you do anything I ask for, hmm? Then how about if…” She stretched out each word. “...you take me into the bedroom for some afternoon delight?”

  Greg gulped and took Fara by the hand, rushing her through the newly cleaned carpet to their room. Every now and then, one of them would visit the other’s workplace to make out in a closet or bathroom stall but that was only once or twice a year at the most. And they’d never done a quickie during work hours before. Although the way Fara was acting, it seemed like she wanted more than just a quickie.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, pants and underwear already down to her ankles. Greg rushed to take off his clothes as Fara smiled up at him. With a deep breath, he stepped forward and Fara began to touch his bare chest and stomach, inspecting it like he was a piece of art. Greg reached down and grabbed Fara’s dress from under her armpits, slowly raising it so he could look down at her generous cleavage.

  “Nice surprise?” Fara cooed, rubbing her palms up and down his sides.

  “Yeah,” Greg said with a laugh, shuddering at her touch. “So, you’re the one who drove back for this. What do you want to do first?”

  “Hmm,” Fara said, making a mock “deep thinking face” before leaning down and wrapping her lips around Greg’s bare erection. He let out a quick exhale and gripped the carpet with his toes, bracing himself on her shoulders. Greg was far from his early years of coming as soon as a girl touched his cock but he needed a bit of preparation before he got a blowjob. And Fara went right for it, running her lips down to the base of his shaft before coming back up to the cap.

  Greg got more into the rhythm after a few seconds, stroking Fara’s long hair and feeling her breasts brush and bounce against his thighs with each pump. She obviously knew what she was doing, taking all of his member inside of her without a single sign of gagging or choking and his erection was only getting bigger at this point. It did not take her long to begin using her tongue, tickling the tip of his cock at first then wrapping around his length like a snake on a branch.

  Things did not start getting dangerous until Fara tightened her grip around his erection with her tongue and began to rub it up and down. It was not perfect but now Greg was being rubbed down from two fronts: with Fara’s lips and her tongue. He let out a loud grunt, trying to keep it all together and not come just yet.

  “Wait,” Fara said, as if she could read his mind. She pulled her mouth off of him quickly, saliva and pre-cum sticking to her lips, and turned around, presenting him with her naked ass. “Quick, quick, do it!”

  Gladly, Greg shoved his dick inside of Fara’s waiting wet opening and began to pump back hard. He started by squeezing her ass cheeks, feeling how firm and soft they were, but bent down and worked his way to her breasts. She helped him undo the bra clasp on the front and he massaged her large bosom, feeling her hard nipples rub against his palms. She began to squeal and cry out, which only pushed Greg to go on even harder and faster.

  With the blowjob he just received, combined with the feel of his wife’s body and her alluring moans, Greg could not hold back and came inside her again, falling forward and collapsing against her naked back. With some help from Fara’s flexible legs, she moved so she was facing Greg while his cock was still inside of her.

  “Kiss me,” Fara breathed, her eyes and lips trembling. Greg raced in, kissing her passionately and intertwining with her. Their legs wrapped together and they stroked each other’s cheeks, with Greg letting a finger linger on her plump lips as they broke away from one another.

  “We should do this more often,” Greg smiled.

  “I agree,” Fara said, recovering her breath and retrieving her bra. “Anyway, enough fun for now. Mind if I shower up before I go back to work?”

  “Sure, just tell them you went for a run,” Greg chuckled as Fara winked at him and walked to the bathroom, swinging her hips as she walked. Once the bathroom door closed, Greg sank into the bed and sighed, counting his blessings. As he sat up, he glanced across the carpet in the bedroom. “Looks like I need to vacuum in here next.”

  Fara cleaned herself up and left the house quickly, giving her husband a tiny wave and insisting that she had to hurry back to work. That was fine with Greg; he had to return to his own work and if she stayed around, he’d just spend the rest of the day cuddling with her until they needed to get up to eat or use the bathroom.

  Greg got back to his desk and found himself with more to do in the afternoon than in the morning as politicos from around the state and country got off of their pre-lunch procrastination or got tipsy enough at D.C. bars to start really swinging their weight around. This worked for Greg, as he’d rather keep himself occupied than have his bosses see he did very little on his day working from home. Even in an off-year for his career, he wanted to prove his value. Especially if he and Fara were serious about starting a family soon – he’d like to have some job security.

  At close to quitting time, Greg had gone through much of his duties and was already transitioning into his home mode, playing music off of his laptop and thinking about what might be good for dinner. As Greg’s mind wrestled with th
e deep question of how big a snack he could eat without ruining his appetite, the doorbell rang again.

  Expecting a package or a cable company going door-to-door, Greg was happily surprised by Fara leaning in the doorway. “Hiya,” she smiled.

  “You got home early,” Greg said, reaching to his phone to check the time but Fara put one hand over his and pushed it back into his pocket.

  “I found a way to take off a little early. I just had to see you,” Fara purred, stepping inside their house and planting her lips on his. Greg closed his eyes and opened his mouth to accept her kiss, hearing her close the door behind them.

  When the kiss ended, Fara took his wrists and nodded toward the bedroom. “Right now?” Greg asked.

  “I was going to get groceries first but I just had to stop by first,” Fara said, her voice heavy and breathy. She slowly ran both his hands down her body, cupping her pillowy breasts and tracing the curve of her waist and butt. “You aren’t going to say no to all of this, are you?”

  “Groceries can wait,” Greg said, putting one arm around her and racing off to the bedroom. The two of them had some long make-out sessions and sexual encounters in their relationship but the last time Greg remembered the two of them spreading each fuck out like this was their wedding night. It was a welcome change of pace.