Part 2 of 2
"My turn!" Emily said, and I turned the hose on her. Emily somehow managed to turn her cleanup into something, well, sexy. She rubbed her hands seductively up and down her body, arching her back until her nipples slid free of her ruined lace bra. She struck a few playful poses, stretched and primped as I rinsed the dirt off of her. I stole a glance at Lisa, thinking she would be annoyed by the show that Emily was putting on, but she didn't look angry. Was she... indifferent? Aroused? Damn, my wife was a hard person to read. "Okay, I'm good," Emily eventually said. "Your turn!"
Emily moved to grab the hose from me before Lisa had a chance to. She moved a few feet away and unleashed it on me. It proved to be harder to get me clean because the dirt clung more stubbornly to my hairy body. I rubbed and rubbed at my hairy chest and legs with my hands until I finally felt at least somewhat clean. "I think that's the best I'm gonna do without soap," I shouted to Emily over the sound of the hose.
"Wait," I just want to clean one more thing," Emily said, and she fired it right at my crotch.
The direct hit of the cold water on my already hard cock caused me to yell out. Emily cackled with glee and finally turned the hose off. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she finally said.
I fought off the urge to throw her back into the mud. "Okay, so I guess now we go shower the rest off?" I asked, looking first at Lisa, then at Emily.
Lisa turned to Emily. "You can use the guest bathroom," Lisa said, "And we'll take the master bathroom." The 'we' kind of hung in the air, and Emily and I shared a glance. "You should have everything you need in the guest bathroom Emily," Lisa said, moving over to me and taking my hand. "If you're done before us, make yourself at home." I shared another surprise glance with Emily as I let Lisa lead me away.
Lisa led me into the house and into the master bathroom. She reached into our spacious shower and turned on the water. Then she attacked me. That was the best word for it. Lisa rarely initiated sex. The best she would usually do was to give me a 'come hither' look at then expect me to do the work. This was different. She pressed me up against the shower door, kissing me and grinding her hips against my erection. "Mmm..." Lisa mumbled, running her hand along my erection through my boxers, "I think I like being dirty."
Part of me was questioning what exactly about the last couple of hours had gotten my wife so hot, but the rest of me was screaming JUST GO WITH IT!!
Lisa was sliding down now, rubbing her breasts down my torso as she went. Her hands reached my boxers and she pulled them over my erection and down my legs. My cock sprung free for the first time. Even though I had jerked off in the middle of the mud fight barely an hour ago I was hard as a rock. "Ooh," Lisa cooed, and sort of nuzzled my cock with the side of her face. She then slowly rose to her feet, brushing her breasts along my body as she went. She reached my lips with hers and kissed me hungrily. I reached down and pushed her ruined panties down her legs. I felt her step out of them. "I want you," she whispered. I felt her reaching for the shower door behind me. I moved aside and she opened the door. I stepped inside, feeling the lukewarm water washing over me, and pulled her inside with me. It was my turn to push Lisa up against the far wall of the shower.
"Mmm..." Lisa moaned as I pressed my erection against her. "Can we... do it... here?" She asked breathlessly in between kisses.
Without a word I grabbed her in a bear hug around the waist and lifted her off the ground. Lisa gasped as I pressed her back against the shower wall with my body. I grunted with the effort. "Wrap your legs around me," I growled.
Lisa threw her arms and legs around me. I was able to free first one hand, then the other to move them below her thighs. With another huge effort I lifted her several more inches, until her crotch was above mine. Then I slowly let her slide down... down... until I could feel her pubic area touch my cock. I heard Lisa gasp. "Put it in me," she moaned.
I continued to maneuver ourselves until I was able to penetrate her with the tip of my cock. I wriggled and ground against her but, darn that geometry, I couldn't get more than a few inches into her. I knew that Lisa liked deep penetration, which was one of the reasons why she preferred missionary position so much. We were both so eager to fuck, however, I don't think it mattered to either of us. "Ohh... yeah," Lisa moaned onto the top of my head. I started thrusting up into her as hard as I could, and Lisa started bucking her hips, trying to drive me further into her.
We were grunting like animals, each of us trying to get as much pleasure out of our bodies as we could. As turned on as we were, it didn't matter that our position wasn't really optimal. I felt my orgasm building, the excitement over everything that had already happened and the hot shower sex I was finally getting from my wife pushing me over the edge. "Ugh," I growled, rising up onto my toes as I came, trying to get even more of my cock into her.
My orgasm triggered Lisa's. "Yes, yes, YES!" She cried, her body shaking, her hips bucking against me. I suddenly couldn't hold her up anymore, and pulled away from the wall, letting Lisa fall against me, holding her up as her orgasm continued to wash over her. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other under the spray of the water. Then Lisa kissed me.
"So that's what you've been bugging me for all this time?" Lisa asked.
"Yeah, more or less," I replied.
Lisa made a sound like she just ate some good soup. "Sorry I waited so long," she said. "I love you," she added.
"I love you too," I said, and we held each other under the water a little longer.
"Okay, let's clean up!" Lisa said.
We washed our hair liberally with shampoo, twice. We scrubbed each other down, paying unnecessary attention to our private parts, even the parts that didn't get dirty. Finally after what must have been half an hour we decided we were clean. We toweled off and dressed in fresh clothes. It was then that I gave my first thought to Emily in quite some time. "We need to find Emily something to wear," I said to Lisa.
"I don't think either of us have anything that will fit her!" Lisa said. We eventually decided on an old t-shirt of mine that was small on me, and a pair of my gym shorts. We found Emily sitting in my recliner, sipping a beer and watching the ballgame. She was wearing a towel around her breasts and waist. She demurely crossed her legs as we entered.
"All clean?" Emily asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Yeah," I replied, "It took a while to umm..."
"I'm sure it did," Emily cut me off. "Are those for me?" She asked, gesturing to the clothes in Lisa's arms.
"Yeah," Lisa said, "We probably don't have anything that'll fit you right, but it's the best we could do."
"No problem," Emily said, and hopped out of my recliner to take the clothes. As Emily grabbed the clothes the towel fell off of her, leaving her completely naked.
I heard Lisa gasp. Emily made no effort to hide her nakedness. I stared at her small breasts, seeing them clean for the first time. I glanced involuntarily at her crotch. It looked like she was completely shaved.
"Oops," Emily said as the towel fell. "What?" She added to Lisa's apparent shock. "After before, I don't think any of us have any secrets anymore." She proceeded to put on the shorts and t-shirt. Even a small t-shirt on me was large enough so that Emily looked like she was wearing a mini-skirt. The shorts we gave her were completely hidden. "The game just started," Emily said, "Grab a beer and sit down." Emily plopped back down into the recliner.
I stared at her. She knew that the recliner was MY seat. "You're in my seat, babe," I said.
"Finders, keepers, losers, weepers," Emily taunted. "Fine, if you want it that bad, there's plenty of room here," she said, moving aside and patting the open space.
"Fine," I said, and turned and scrunched into the open space. Emily pressed back against me and we both started wriggling against each other, fighting for every inch of space.
"Children," I heard Lisa mumble. She had settled onto the sofa with her iPad.
"Anyway, I'm starving," Emily said after we had finally settled down. "But I think we missed lunch."
"We can have an early dinner," I offered, and we ended up getting a pizza delivered. I stuffed myself with four slices. Emily and Lisa had the other two each. Emily and I squeezed back into the recliner to watch the rest of the game in a well-fed stupor, occasionally elbowing each other in the ribs. Lisa stayed with us, reading on her iPad, which was unusual for her. Usually she would go into one of the spare bedrooms. I wondered why she stayed with us. Was it because she wanted to be with us, or because she was afraid to leave us alone now?
The Cards game meandered on like only a Saturday afternoon baseball game could, a back and forth affair full of pitching changes that ended up lasting over four hours and going 11 innings. The Cards finally won it 9-7 on a walk off home run by Yadier Molina. Emily and I jumped out of the recliner, jumping up and down and high-fiving each other.
It was well after 7pm now, and thoughts of my night of 'anything' with Lisa returned. I glanced at her when we were done celebrating. She hadn't even bothered to look up from her iPad. I looked at Emily. Was she going to say she was going home now to leave us alone?
"Hey, we should all play a game or something," Emily said.
"Like what?" I asked. I didn't think she would want to play one of the board games I had in the attic, and Lisa didn't play video games. She did say all of us, right?
"I don't know..." Emily said, "Hey, let's play truth or dare!"
I laughed at the suggestion, but behind me I heard Lisa say, "Okay." I turned to look at Lisa. She was staring at Emily.
"Great," Emily said. "Who wants to start?"
The first few rounds of the game were boring, tame questions and dares to feel each other out. After the events of the day I sensed that Emily had an ulterior motive. Lisa must have sensed it too. I found myself wondering why she agreed to the game at all. This was way out of character for her.
The sun set outside and we didn't bother to turn any lights on in the house. The only light came from the television, which we turned to one of the Music Choice rock stations on channel one thousand something. I sat next to Lisa on the sofa, leaving Emily alone in the recliner.
Emily, of course, was the one who took our game to another level. "Lisa," she said, "Truth or dare."
"Dare," Lisa said.
"I dare you to..." Emily paused, "Show me your blow job technique."
Everything I knew about my wife before today told me she was about to storm out of the room and tell me Emily was never allowed back in the house again. Instead she said, "On what?"
"On this beer bottle here," Emily said, holding up one of the empty beer bottles. Lisa stood up and walked over to Emily. She took the beer bottle from Emily. I saw her take off her glasses and place them on the end table (luckily she wasn't wearing them during the mud fight before) and put her mouth on the beer bottle, bobbing up and down. It couldn't have been all that pleasant for Lisa. She didn't drink and hated the taste of beer. Still, she did her best. I got a blow job from Lisa once a year, if I was lucky. After about fifteen seconds she pulled the bottle out of her mouth with a popping sound.
"Good?" Lisa asked.
"Great," Emily said, "Joe's a lucky man."
"He knows," Lisa said. "Okay Emily, truth or dare."
"Truth," Emily replied.
"Have you ever kissed a woman?" Lisa asked.
"Yes," Emily replied flatly.
"How many?" Lisa asked.
"Nuh uh, only one truth at a time," Emily scolded.
"Fine," Lisa said, "Your turn."
"Joe," Emily said, "Truth or dare."
"Wait," I said, trying to keep up with everything. "You kissed a woman?"
"Oh, come on Joe," Emily said, "When I was out there 'sowing my wild oats' as you like to put it, I did a lot of things. Truth or dare," she asked again.
"Dare," I said.
"I dare you to whip it out," Emily said.
"What?" I asked.
"Your dick," Emily said. "Let's see it. Your boxers before didn't hide much, but I want to see the whole thing."
I looked over at Lisa, waiting for her to protest. I saw her nod to me ever so slightly in the dim lighting. Lisa was the uptight one. How far would she let things go? Finally, I shrugged, stood up, and started pulling down my shorts. The sexual turn our game was taking had caused me to start to get hard. I was at half mast when my cock sprang free, bobbing in the air. Emily burst into applause.
"How did I go fifteen years without ever seeing that thing?" Emily asked.
"You never asked," I said flippantly as I pulled my pants back up and sat back down, and instantly regretted it. It was a joke, but I didn't know how Lisa would take it. "Okay Lisa," I said quickly, trying to move past that remark, "Truth or dare."
"Truth," Lisa said.
I wasn't sure how far I was supposed to push things, so I decided to ask Lisa a question I thought I knew the answer to, and would be a definite no. "Lisa, have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.
I heard Lisa take a deep breath. "Yes," she said.
"What?" I shouted. I was shocked. "Who? When?"
"Nuh uh," Lisa said, "You only get to ask one question."
Emily chimed in, "As organizer of this game I'll allow it," she said. "We want details."
Lisa was silent. I was peering at her in the darkness. My wife had had a lesbian experience and kept it from me all these years? She was still standing by Emily where she had given her mock blow job, but now she turned and moved to sit beside me on the sofa. "Joe, I told you I had been with two people before we met," Lisa said, and I heard her take another deep breath, "What I didn't tell you was that they were both women."
I felt my whole world turn upside down. Was my wife a lesbian? "So," I asked stupidly, "I'm the only man you've ever been with?"
"Yes," Lisa said, "I guess you could call me bi-sexual. I was attracted to women, and I thought I was a lesbian, but then I met you, and we hit it off, and well, despite my sexuality I wanted to have a normal life. So I passed myself off as completely straight. I love you, Joe, I really do. I don't want you to think that I'm the slightest bit unhappy with you."
"But you are, aren't you?" It was Emily speaking. "You miss being with women, don't you? Truth or dare," Emily added belatedly.
"It's true," Lisa said, and I only just realized she was crying, "I've been in denial of that side of me. I'm sorry Joe. I don't know what to say. I don't want to lose you."
I didn't know what to say to Lisa. Instead I was thinking about Emily, some of the things she had said earlier. I whirled to face her. "You knew about this, somehow," I said to Emily. "Didn't you?"
"Yes," Emily said, "I could tell by the way she looked at me. Your wife has the hots for me," Emily giggled.
"How did I never know this?" I wondered aloud.
"Because you're a big dumb male," Emily snapped. "You were always like that. You couldn't see what was right in front of your face."
"Truth or dare yourself," I heard Lisa say; "You want Joe, don't you?"
"Yes," I heard Emily say. I felt my jaw go slack. "Oh, don't look so stupid," Emily said. "I've always been attracted to you. But you wanted this," she said, gesturing at my dark house, "A wife, a steady job, a house. I wanted to go out there and experience life! I thought that I'd go crazy during college and you would still be there waiting for me, but you met Lisa instead. I thought fine, I could meet another average Joe like you. I searched for years, guy after stupid guy. I give up Joe," Emily said, "There isn't another man like you."
We were all silent for a while, sitting there in my dark house, each lost in their own thoughts. I was trying to process everything I'd heard in just the last few minutes. My wife was into women. My best friend had been attracted to me all these years. I heard Lisa sniffle. I wasn't sure if I should go comfort her. I wasn't sure I wanted to. I felt a rush of anger, and couldn't hold back. "I can't believe you hid that from me all these years," I snapped. In hindsight I could've been talking to either of them, but I meant Lisa.
"Just like you try to hide your porn?" Lisa snapped back. I froze. She knew? "Yeah," she continued. "I've known about it for years, how you sneak out of bed in the morning and go look at those disgusting websites and jerk off. You're not exactly Jason Bourne, you know." Lisa sniffled again. "I figured, I have my secrets. I'd leave you to yours."
"Well, you never even wanted to try anything I wanted to do!" It was all I could do not to shout. "You never had a crazy bone in your body, until Emily got you going today."
"Guys, guys!" Emily was trying to shout me down. "I have a proposition."
"What?" Lisa and I said in unison.
"Well," Emily said, "Lisa wants me. Right, Lisa?"
Lisa was silent for several seconds. "Yes," she finally said.
"And Joe wants you," Emily continued, "And I want Joe, and Joe wants me," Emily added quickly. "So my proposition is," Emily paused, maybe thinking of exactly the right way to say what she was trying to say, "We share each other."
I was staring at Emily in the dim lighting. She locked eyes with me, her amber colored eyes, her cute freckled face. I used to dream about what it would be like to be with her. I'd given up on it years ago. Was it actually about to happen? We both turned to Lisa, knowing that in the end this was going to be her decision. I heard her breathing heavily. She was more hidden in shadows. Was she still crying? A full minute ticked by, the only sound coming from the music playing softly on the television. The tension was starting to drive me crazy. What Lisa said next would probably change the course of all of our lives. Our marriage, my friendship with Emily, one way or the other, would never be the same.
When Lisa finally spoke, cutting the near silence, Emily and I both jumped. "If we do this," Lisa said, "What are the ground rules?"
"Ground rules?" Emily asked.
"Yeah," Lisa said. She paused. "Who can do what to who, and when?" She asked.
I felt a rush of excitement. She was actually considering this!
"Well, nobody has to do anything they're not comfortable with," Emily said.
"So, we could be together whenever we want," Lisa said, "And you two can be together whenever you want..."
"And we can be together whenever we want," I interjected, "If you still want to be with me..."
"Of course I still want you," Lisa snapped, "I love you you idiot."
"I love you too," I replied, then felt silly. Nobody asked.
"And we can all be together whenever we want," Emily added. Yeah, that's where I was about to try to go with this, I thought to myself, all three of us together! I could feel myself growing hard at the mere thought of it.
Would Lisa go along with that? I was encouraged by the fact that she didn't shoot Emily down. Instead, she had another question. "Emily, are you, you know, clean?" She asked.
"Yes," Emily said, "And I'm sure," she added. "I haven't been with anyone in two years, and I've been tested since then."
"Two years?" I asked, startled. "But you've been talking about this guy and that guy..."
"Oh, I've been dating," Emily said, "I just haven't slept with anybody."
"Oh," I said, and we all fell silent again, looking back and forth at each other.
"Anyway, I think it was my turn," Lisa finally said. "Emily, truth or dare."
"Dare," Emily said.
"I dare you to kiss me," Lisa said.
Emily and I locked eyes. We traded a huge smile. Emily stood up from the recliner, moving silently through the nearly dark room. I felt her place a hand on my knee as she passed me. She sat down on the sofa between Lisa and me, and moved toward Lisa. I watched their faces come together, and their lips meet. They were kissing slowly, tenderly. My mind was completely blown. I was watching my wife and my best friend make out on the sofa beside me. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my rock hard penis trying to crowd its way out of my shorts. I started to wonder what I was supposed to do. Do I sit and watch? Do I join in? They were so hot together, I decided I could just sit and watch them all night, and be happy.
Eventually Lisa broke the kiss. "I missed kissing a woman," she mumbled, "So soft."
"Yeah," Emily mumbled back, "And no stubble burn." They both laughed and started kissing again. I could make out Emily's hands moving to Lisa's chest. "Your tits are so big and firm," Emily breathed into Lisa's mouth. "I'm jealous."
"I like your little boobs," Lisa replied, and I could see her hand on Emily's chest as well. "A perfect handful." They continued to kiss and feel each other up, their kissing starting to become more intense as they started to turn each other on.
Suddenly Emily broke the kiss. "I don't want Joe to feel left out," she said.
"Go ahead," Lisa said, and Emily turned to face me. "Hey buddy," Emily said, "Ever think we'd get to do this?" She asked, and then she kissed me. I responded quickly, and pulled her against me. Where Lisa was usually slow and methodical when it came to love, Emily was a live wire. Where Emily was content to kiss Lisa slowly and tenderly, she came at me full of energy and passion. We made out like our lives depended on it, half a lifetime of pent up desire being released. I pulled Emily to me until she ended up sitting on me, and she shifted so that she was straddling me, leaning down to kiss me. I felt her crotch press up against mine. "Hey big fella," Emily whispered into my mouth, and we both dissolved into a fit of giggles. Emily slid off of me and beside me on the sofa, and we just sat there, laughing uncontrollably.
"You guys are so hot together," Lisa said, and I was surprised to hear her say it. I saw her moving out of the corner of my eye, and then she was climbing into my lap, straddling me like Emily was. She leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed her face with my hands and kissed her roughly.
"Kissing a man is pretty good too, huh?" Emily said beside us.
"Yeah," Lisa mumbled, "I can deal with the stubble burn." She kissed me again.
I sensed movement beside us, and realized that Emily was pulling at Lisa's t-shirt. Lisa moved so that Emily could pull it up and over her head. Lisa grabbed at Emily's shirt and pulled it up and over her head. I reached behind Lisa and was undoing her bra. It came free and I tossed it aside. Emily wasted no time, leaning over and kissing Lisa's closest breast.
"Mmm..." Lisa mumbled as Emily sucked her nipple into her mouth. Lisa kissed me again, and then turned toward Emily, pushing her backward onto the sofa. Lisa climbed on top of Emily and kissed her on the lips, quickly working her way down her neck and to her breasts. Emily gasped as Lisa kissed and sucked at her small breasts. Emily pulled Lisa up to kiss her lips again, and Lisa started rubbing her breasts against Emily's, nipple on nipple. I heard them both start to breathe heavily, their arousal growing.
"The sofa's too small," I heard Lisa mumble, "Let's move to the bedroom." Lisa gave Emily one more deep kiss before she climbed off of her. Lisa grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her to her feet, and started leading her to the bedroom. They passed me, bouncing and giggling, their breasts jiggling.
"Come on, Joe!" I heard Emily say, and she reached back and grabbed me, pulling me along behind them. We went through the dark house and to the master bedroom like this, Lisa leading Emily, Emily leading me. When we reached the bedroom Emily flipped on the light. "I want to be able to see," she said. Nobody protested. Emily turned and kissed me again, reaching to pull my shirt up and over my head. Once my shirt was off Lisa kissed me. Then Lisa kissed Emily. They started to move toward the bed.
"So," Lisa said between kisses, "What do you like to do with a woman?"
"Everything," Emily mumbled, "I love women's bodies. I could suck on your tits all night."
"Mmm..." Lisa cooed, "That sounds nice." Lisa fell back and spread out on our queen size bed. Emily climbed on top of her and attacked her C cup breasts. I stood and watched as Emily lavished attention on my wife's breasts. I heard Lisa moan and gasp as Emily hit the right spots.
After a minute Emily waved me over. "She has two boobs, you know," she said.
I climbed up onto the bed and to the other side of Lisa. I started kissing and sucking on Lisa's breast. "Ohh... this is so... awesome," Lisa gasped. Emily and I started laughing at her choice of words. "Okay, switch," Lisa said as she sat up and maneuvered Emily down in between us. Lisa and I both attacked a breast. I took Emily's small breast into my mouth, kissing and sucking at her perfect tiny nipple.
"Ahh," Emily gasped, and arched her back, trying to push her breasts into our mouths. I responded by sucking hard on her breast, taking nearly all of the breast flesh into my mouth. Emily gasped again. "Ohh Joe," she mumbled, "That feels so good. Suck it... suck my tits."
I started to slide my hand down Emily's stomach as she moaned and writhed at our two-breast assault. I reached the waistband of Emily's shorts and was surprised when I bumped into Lisa's hand. We both lifted our heads up to look at each other. "I saw when her towel fell off before that she was completely shaved," Lisa said. "I wanted to see what it felt like." I felt Lisa take my hand and pull it down. "Here, feel." I let Lisa's hand guide me to Emily's hairless pussy. I slid my fingers straight down over her engorged clitoris and the folds of her pussy. Emily was copiously wet. I slid my fingers back up along her pussy and clitoris, spreading her wetness.
"Mmmm..." Emily moaned, "Touch me Joe, rub my clit."
I glanced at Lisa and she nodded. I started slowly rubbing my fingers along Emily's clit, occasionally sliding them along her pussy lips to gather more wetness. Lisa had moved so that Emily could kiss and suckle at her breasts. I leaned down and continued to kiss and suck on Emily's breasts as I fingered her. Emily had started moving her hips in unison with my rubbing.
"This is so hot," Emily moaned, "I feel like I'm on fire!" She giggled a little, realizing how cliché that sounded. Then she gasped. "This feels so good," she moaned again. "Mmm..." she mumbled as she took one of Lisa's breasts into her mouth.
Sensing Emily was getting close to orgasm; I concentrated on her clitoris and began rubbing it faster. "OHH!" Emily cried, bucking her hips. "Oh my God, rub it! Rub it harder! Rub it! I'm gonna cum! Oh my God! Oh!" Emily went wild, bucking her hips so hard I could barely keep my hand on her clit. Ten, fifteen seconds went by. Finally Emily grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. "Oh my God," Emily mumbled, her breath still coming in gasps. "That was amazing. When the room stops spinning you're getting such a BJ for that!"
I realized that Lisa was eyeing me curiously. "What did you do to her?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I did what you like," I said, "Rubbed my fingers along her clit and pussy."
"Yeah, you do that good," Lisa said, and she leaned over and kissed me.
"Okay, I'm ready now," Emily announced, and she sat up beside us and started pulling at my shorts. I fell backwards onto the bed as Emily pulled them over my erection and down my legs. Emily grabbed my dick with her hand and started stroking it. "You have such a nice cock, Joe,"
"Thanks," I mumbled, "I grow it myself."
We both started giggling again. I noticed that Emily was shifting, and I looked to see Lisa pulling her shorts off. Lisa saw me looking at her. "It's been so long since I tasted pussy," Lisa said, surprising me with her vulgarity. Our bed wasn't large enough for Lisa to lie down below Emily, so Lisa had to content herself with kissing at Emily's pussy, kneeling beside the bed while Emily knelt beside me. I heard Emily gasp as Lisa's lips touched her pussy. Then Emily lowered her face onto my cock.
I grunted and bucked my hips. The only thing that saved me right then was the fact that I had already had two orgasms that day, or else I probably would've blown my load the second Emily's lips wrapped around my cock. She was a champion cocksucker, too. She took me deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. She started to bob up and down. After barely a minute I could sense my orgasm building.
Emily must have sensed it too. She pulled away from me. "Not so fast," she said, wiping at her mouth. "I want you to fuck your wife. I want you to cum inside her."
I saw Lisa stand up from where she was kneeling behind Emily. Her face was glistening from Emily's juices. Lisa pulled down her shorts and underwear. Emily moved aside and Lisa plopped down in the middle of the bed. I quickly climbed on top of her. Lisa raised her knees into the air, and I lined myself up with her pussy and thrust all the way into her. I held my cock inside her tight pussy, the head of my cock pressing against her cervix. "Ready?" I asked. Lisa nodded. I started thrusting in and out of her slowly, pulling myself almost all the way out and then all the way in, grinding my hips against her to push myself as far into her as I could go. This really got Lisa going, and I felt her start to buck her hips each time I thrust into her.
"Mmm..." Lisa moaned after a deep thrust. I saw her glance at Emily. "I want your pussy in my mouth when I cum," she said.
My hips jerked involuntarily, startled again by my wife's vulgarity. I looked at Emily. She was kneeling beside us, a hand idly rubbing a breast. She smiled and put a hand on my hand and mussed my hair. She maneuvered herself until she was sitting on my wife's face, facing me. I watched Emily's crotch settle onto Lisa's face, and Lisa's tongue dart out and begin licking. Emily gasped.
Lisa's hips were shaking now, her orgasm approaching. "Mmm..." I heard her moan, her typical vocalizations muffled by Emily's pussy. She started bucking her hips wildly, and I thrust in and out of her as she came. I felt a flood of wetness. Lisa was a squirter. Sometimes there would be a big puddle on the sheets.
Lisa was so lubricated now her usually tight pussy was easy to slide in and out of. I started fucking her harder, thrusting in and out of her. Within a minute Lisa had another orgasm, bucking her hips against me.
I could feel myself getting close. With a grunt I picked up my pace and then pulled out of her, shooting cum onto Lisa's belly. One, two, three spurts of milky white cum came out. I was shocked I could still cum like that on my third orgasm of the day. I fell back onto my haunches, spent.
My focus had been on pleasing Lisa and my own orgasm, but I became aware of Emily as she continued to ride Lisa's face. She was moaning. "Oh my God, this is so hot," she mumbled. "Lick it, lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Stick your tongue in there. Oh my God. OH!!" She suddenly screamed as her orgasm hit her. Emily suddenly toppled over and away from Lisa, landing beside her on the bed. She lay there, chest heaving. She was laughing. "Wow," she chuckled. "That was amazing."
Lisa was gasping for air, trying to catch her breath too. "You taste good," Lisa said. She looked down and saw the pool of cum on her belly. "Oh," she said. "I wondered where that went. I should go clean up." Lisa climbed out of bed, gingerly walking toward the bathroom, trying to keep my cum from dripping off of her onto the floor.
As soon as she was out of sight Emily rose to her knees and over to me. She started kissing me. Then she paused. "Why is my knee wet?" Emily asked.
"You're kneeling in the wet spot," I said.
Emily moved aside to see the palm-sized wet spot Lisa left. "Oh my God!" Emily said, laughing. "That's some wet spot! I'm jealous! Your cock must be amazing."
"I can make her squirt with my fingers too," I said to her, "Maybe even more so."
"Well, I already know what your fingers can do," Emily said, and she reached down to touch my cock. Even after three orgasms it was still hard. Score one for virility. "I want to know what this can do," Emily said.
"Go ahead," I heard Lisa say. She was standing in the doorway, watching us. "Fuck her Joe."
Emily and I turned to look at Lisa, then at each other. "What do you say, Joe?" Emily asked.
"Sure, why not?" I said. I tried to make it sound like I didn't care. It wasn't like I waited half a lifetime to make love to Emily, or anything.
"I know how much you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, and she turned her body around. "Take me doggie style." She sensed me hesitate. "By the way, I'm on the pill," she added.
With another glance at Lisa, still watching from the doorway, I moved forward and aimed my cock at Emily's pussy from behind. I slid into her easily. She was very wet. I grabbed my hips and started thrusting in and out of her slowly.
Emily pushed herself back against me, hard. "Come on Joe, do you think I'm a virgin?" She asked. "Fuck the shit out of me!"
"Sorry, Lisa likes it slow," I muttered. I started to thrust against her as hard as I could, my thrusts knocking Emily forward.
"Okay, easy stud!" Emily said after a particularly hard thrust threatened to knock Emily over. "I said fuck me, not jackhammer me into the wall."
We both laughed, and I eased up, settling into a rhythm. I listened to the sound of our bodies slapping together, the little squelching sounds that Emily's pussy made as I thrust in and out of her. Emily had taken a hand and was rubbing at her clit. "Come here," I heard her say to Lisa. Lisa climbed onto the bed. "Lie down," Emily said. Lisa seemed unsure of what Emily wanted to do. "Like this," Emily said, gesturing with the hand that was on her clit. "I want to suck your tits." Lisa lay down on the bed across from Lisa, her breasts below Emily's head. Emily leaned down and began to suck at Lisa's breasts.
We stayed like that for several more minutes. I probably could've fucked Emily all night. I had cum so many times already I didn't know if I had another orgasm left. Emily seemed to be enjoying herself. Occasionally I would hear her moan or gasp as I thrusted into her.
"Joe, my arms are getting tired," Emily eventually said. I pulled back and out of her. Emily fell flat onto the bed, and then rolled over. I let myself fall on top of Emily and lined myself up with her. I slid back into her and continued fucking her. Emily moaned and wrapped her legs around me.
"I know you hate boring old missionary sex," Emily said, "But the way your cock feels in my pussy like this..." Emily gasped.
"See," Lisa said from somewhere beside us, "That's what I was trying to tell him."
"You never said anything like that to me," I protested.
"Well, not in so many words," Lisa said, and kind of trailed off.
I pushed myself all the way into Emily, and held myself there. I felt Emily's pussy tighten against my cock, and she began to buck her hips. "Oh my God," Emily gasped. "Fill me up! I feel so full... fuck me... fuck me hard..."
I started thrusting in and out of her like mad. Emily's hips started shaking. "Oh my god... oh my god... OH MY GOD!!" Emily suddenly screamed, and started bucking her hips like crazy. I struggled to keep myself inside her as she thrashed around. "Oh... oh... oh..." Emily panted as her orgasm started to subside. "That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had," she mumbled. She reached up to kiss me. "Thank you Joe."
"Aww shucks, it was nothing," I said.
"You're still hard," Emily said. "You didn't cum?"
"I'm not sure I have one left," I said.
"We'll see about that," Emily said, slapping my butt. "Roll over."
I obediently rolled over onto my back, my cock bouncing in the air. Emily was quickly beside me. She took hold of my shaft with her hand and lowered her mouth to the head. She began to stroke me, and stuck out her tongue, touching only the head. She began to gently lick at the head and sensitive underside of my penis. My hips jerked. "Oh my God, that's amazing," I said.
"I picked up a few things over the years," Emily said. "Come help," Emily said to Lisa. I saw Lisa come into view. "Just do what I'm doing," Emily said, "Lick the tip."
Now I had two sets of tongues trailing along the most sensitive areas of my cock. Two sets of hot breath. Emily was still stroking me, and I felt an orgasm building. It wasn't your typical orgasm. It washed over my whole body. I started bucking my hips. "Oh my God," I mumbled, "I'm cuming." I didn't cum much, but it was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. When I regained my senses, I noticed that Lisa had pulled away. She wasn't a big fan of cum, but Emily was still there, licking at the cum around my penis and her hand.
"Mmm... salty," Emily said, smacking her lips. I laughed.
We came to a silent understanding that the sex was over, and crowded into the bathroom to clean up. "Well, I'm pretty tired," Lisa said, "So I'm going to bed. Goodnight Emily," she said, and she kissed her. "You can sleep in the guest room, if you like."
"Sure," Emily said. "Goodnight."
Lisa kissed me. "Goodnight," she said. "I love you."
"I love you too," I said. "I'm just going to walk Emily to her room."
"Okay," Lisa said, and she climbed into bed. Knowing my wife, she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Emily and I walked across to the spare bedroom. We were both still naked. As soon as I figured we were far enough away, I rounded on her. "Okay, spill," she said.
"What?" Emily asked.
"What happened before?" I asked her. "What did you say to Lisa to get her all riled up like that?"
"Oh, you mean the fight?" Emily asked. "I just told the truth. Neither of you were happy. If she didn't loosen up and become honest with herself and what she wanted, then she didn't deserve you."
"Why didn't you ever say anything to me?" I asked, and Emily knew I meant the two of us. "All these years..."
"Like I said," Emily spoke over me, "I wasn't ready for the kind of life you wanted. What would I have said ten years ago? Hey Joe, hang out and wait for me to finish fucking my way around the country. Someday I'll want to settle down, I promise. You never would have gone for that, admit it," Emily said. "We're here now." She added with a smile. "So enjoy it."
"About that," I said, and I lowered my voice to a whisper. "How long do you think this can last?" I said. "I mean, the three of us?"
"I don't know," Emily said with a sigh. "Everybody is getting what they want, for now. Lisa gets to be with a woman. I get you. You get to be with both of us." Emily smiled. "Just enjoy the ride."
I grinned. "You're right, as always," I said.
"And don't forget it, buster," she said. She moved toward me to poke me in the chest with her finger. Then she reached up and kissed me. Before we could both get going again she pulled away. "I'd love to," she mumbled, "But you really wore me out. I think I'd better hit the sack. Goodnight, pal," she said over her shoulder as she climbed into the spare bed.
A thought popped into my head. Ferris Bueller's Day Off was one of our favorite movies. Even though we were both like two years old when it came out, we used to watch it over and over again as teenagers. "You knew what you were doing when you woke up this morning, didn't you?" I said to Emily.
Emily turned to face me. Of course she got the reference. She smiled. "Life moves pretty fast," she said, "If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it."
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero," I said, and I left Emily to go sleep with my wife.