It was the quiet noises of her preparing to come to bed that had half-awakened me. I had no real idea of the time, but it seemed it must be later than usual for her return. I'm on my back in that fuzzy, warm, drifting state that is neither awake nor asleep as I listen to the soft rustle of her clothes hitting the floor.
Moments later, she slips under the blankets next to me, cuddles close. Lying on her side, one arm over my chest, I can feel the soft, warm weight of her breast on me, her nipple hard. I slip my arm around her. She draws up her knees, forcing her mound against the side of my thigh. Grinds a little against me as she slips her hand down to grasp my ****. Oddly, her ***** is already hot, sticky-wet. Her labia feel swollen.
Body heat under the blankets is bringing her scent to me. It's the musky, heavy scent of an aroused woman. It's unusual for her to come home this aroused. She lightly cups my sleepy **** in her hand.
After a few moments, as she continues to rub her swollen ***** slowly against me, I'm aware that it's not just her scent. It's also... Hmmmm... it's also ***. ****, *****, spooge--take your choice--she smells freshly ******.
My **** stirs within the curl of her caressing fingers, rising quickly, hardening. Could she have? I mean, we've talked about it, but it never seemed she actually wanted to. I never thought...
She suddenly rolls atop me, straddles me. Lying full length, her breasts flattened against my chest, she kisses me. Her lips feel soft and bruised and there's serious lust in her kiss. And something more... something highly female, but demanding, almost predatory. Her labia are slightly parted around my ****. They're swollen, and press wetly on either side of my hardness as she pushes back against it.
Reaching down between us, I can feel that she is everywhere sticky, wet, hot, puffy. Her **** is fully erect and slick with juices. *** coats her from hood to ***.
My **** twitches. Swells to very hard. She raises her hips slightly, the head of my **** slips down the wetness in her crack and lodges just inside her. She squeezes it, and I can feel a trickle of wetness ooze out over me. I press upward and my **** slides easily, deeply into her **** with a clearly audible gooey squish. She feels hotter, wetter, and at the same time, sort of stickier and silkier than I have ever felt her before.
"You like?" she whispers in my ear.
"Oh, good," she sighs. "I was worried." She shudders as her ***** contracts around me. A small ******. I feel another trickle of spooge escape her ***** to slide slowly down along my **** toward my balls. By now, it's clear what she's done.
"You enjoyed it?" My **** throbs within her tight, slick walls.
"I was a little scared. It's not that I didn't want to. But it's been years since I've... You know..." Her voice drops to barely a whisper, "******..." The rest tumbles out in a rush, "anyone else. And well, I was worried that you'd be mad, even though we've talked about this so many times. Once I decided I was actually gonna do it I was even more scared. Trembling, almost. And then, it just seemed like all of a sudden, there I was, and he was in me, and I just couldn't stop thinking about how excited we've both been when we've talked about it. And how it was going to be such a surprise for you. So you’re really not mad?"
"I'm far from mad." I put my hands on her hips and guide their rotation on my ****. She grinds her **** on me gently.
"It was strange and exciting, even when it was scary, to have another man's hands on me. To feel someone else play with my ****. To have someone new suck my nipples and make them hard. And then, after so long, to feel another man's **** spread my ***** lips, enter me, and slip deep into me."
I let her just spill the story; let my hands and **** do the job of reassuring her.
"I'm pretty sure he was way excited. After all, it isn't like I haven't known how he wanted to **** me for a while. And suddenly here's his chance. He could barely wait for me to get his **** out of his pants and I was afraid he was gonna shoot off too soon."
"And at first, I was afraid I wasn't gonna be able to ***. I was still so nervous. I was so wet, though. And it felt so naughty! Then he was inside me--hard, fast and deep. And he felt good inside of me, even though I was still sorta scared. I was worried if I would ***. Then, next thing I know, he came, without a hint he was gonna, and bam! I was *******, too! It just rushed over me when I felt that first hot squirt into my *****, and then I was slamming my hips up against him and just ******* and *******. It felt like he gushed like a hose, and I just kept ******* and ******* with each spurt I felt."
"You do feel awfully... uh... filled." I smile, even though she can’t see it in the dark, and kiss her again. "And you taste of *****."
"I made him pull out right away by telling him I wanted to suck him clean. I didn’t want him to continue thrusting and push any out. I wanted to get home still filled."
She begins a slow, languid rise and fall. With each motion, I can feel his juices within her ooze and flow around my ****. The heat of her is incredible, and she feels so swollen, tight and soft.
"I'm glad it was a short drive," she continues. "I could feel his **** trickling out a little between my lips. And along the way I’m trying not to *** from thinking of that. But all the way home a few drops are running down toward my asssssssss Ah!" She **** again. Much harder this time. Her ***** convulses around my thickness impaling her and she presses down, rotating her hips.
When she recovers a little, "It was keeping me on the edge of ******* all the way. Hoping it really would turn you on like when we’ve talked. Being scared it wouldn’t. Trying to squeeze myself shut and keep all of his *** inside. Wanting to feel what it would be like to have another hard **** filling me so soon after feeling him squirt deep inside of me."
I pick up the pace just a little. More a lengthening of our slow strokes than an increase in tempo, each plunge into her slickness producing a soft squelch. Mingled fluids run over my ****, balls, and crotch. Her **** contracts and ripples around me each time she feels the head bump against her cervix. I’m incredibly turned on and my **** aches.
"So. You. Really. Do. Like. It?" The words *** out as soft grunts punctuated by her ***** bottoming on me on each stroke.
I can’t stand it. "What does this tell you?" I kiss her deeply, and sink my fingers into the cheeks of her ***, pulling her **** down firmly on my ****. A sharp lunge upward and the head swells. Then I groan and long, pulsing, almost painful surges of *** squirt deep into her *****.
"Oh! OH! I love feeling a man *** in me!" Her **** milks me, pumps me. She digs her nails--thankfully, they're short--into my shoulders as a mammoth ****** takes her.
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We lie together quietly, joined, sated. Aftershocks squeeze the results of him and her and her and me and me and him out to drip down over us, unnoticed. My **** is still hard, buried deeply inside of her.
Softly, she ventures, "Next time..."
"Well... I was just thinking... that since you liked it..."
"Oh, I definitely liked it."
"I could tell. So... Would you mind... I mean, it might be fun if..."
"Would you mind a lot if next time you were... third?"
My **** jumps within the confines of her *****. It’s all the answer she needs.