The Guest

Martin placed the joint delicately between his lips and lit it, pulling quick breaths until a thick, pungent cloud surrounded his head.  Leaning his head back to rest on the pillows of the sofa, he caught his wife looking out the front room window for the umpteenth time.

“She’ll be here, Cass, stop worrying,” he told her.

His buxom wife turned towards him and grinned.

“I’m nervous,” she said.

“I know, me too.  Hence, this,” he said, offering the joint to her.

“No.  Yes.  No.  Oh, fuck it, yes.”  Cassie shuffled her bare feet to him and drew from the joint, holing it in before exhaling with a loud sigh.  She took one more hit and then passed it back to her husband.  Martin pulled her to sit at his side.

“Do you want to back out?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” she answered, and it was the truth.

Martin and Cassie had discussed the idea of a threesome since before they married.  They played it out in their minds, shared the fantasy of having another woman in bed with them, and then for their three-year anniversary, they decided to go through with it.  Paula, Cassie’s friend from the gym, seemed like the natural choice.  She was single, outgoing, and was open when the matter of sex came up between the two ladies.  So last week, Martin and Cassie took her out for coffee and proposed the idea.  Paula, to their delight, accepted.

The pot started to work on Cassie’s nerves and she relaxed a bit and melted into her husband’s side.  “Do you want to back out?” she asked him.

“Not even a little,” Martin said, and leaned down to kiss his wife’s pouty lips.  As his tongue caressed hers, the image of Paula doing the same played with him.  His curvaceous wife, with her generous breasts, and wavy dark hair, naked and in bed with Paula, who was petite, with wild red, curly hair?  He felt the arousal and anticipation surge.

A quick knock on their door and then it opened.

“Hey there!” Paula was smiling and obviously at ease.  She left her boots by the door and, looking casual in leggings and a sweater, pulled a bottle of tequila from her bag.  “Who wants a shot?”

“Cheers,” they all toasted, and emptied their glasses.  Paula poured a second round.

“One more for good luck,” she said and they clinked again.

Martin was about to ask some mundane question to break the ice but before he could utter a word, Paula grabbed his wife’s head with both hands and pulled her into a kiss.

Cassie’s face showed surprise at first, but as the kiss deepened and both ladies’ mouths opened, her eyes closed and one hand reached out to take her husband’s.  Paula kissed her slowly and she didn’t know if it was the pot or the tequila, but Cassie found herself relaxed and so turned on, her body was practically buzzing.

Martin took both of their hands and led them to the bedroom.  Paula removed her sweater to reveal a red lacy bra which she unhooked and dropped unceremoniously to the floor.  Her breasts were small, no more than a handful, but perky.  With timid fingers, Cassie reached out and began to fondle the dark, pointed nipples.

Paula covered Cassie’s hand with her own, encouraging her to use more pressure as she squeezed her breast and tweaked her nipples.  When she was sure Cassie was confident enough to move on her own, she kissed her again, both of their tongues sneaking out and swirling together.

A quiet groan alerted them to the fact that Martin was eager to join, and Cassie motioned for her husband to come closer.  As she kissed him, Paula began sucking on his neck and ran one of her hand’s down the bulge in the front of his jeans.  He pulled them closer to him and gripped Paula’s ass and slid one hand up his wife’s skirt, pleased to find that her panties were soaked through.

One of the women- Martin wasn’t sure who- pulled his shirt off, and then he felt the button of his jeans pop open.  Two hands worked together to free his cock and then while Paula moved behind Cassie to expose her breasts, his wife began stroking him.  He pulled back to watch as Cassie’s breasts were pushed and squeezed together by a pair of feminine hands, and moaned at the sight.  Even hotter than watching them kiss.

Cassie kept stroking her husband’s cock, not stopping even when Paula pulled her earlobe between her teeth, nor when her skirt was pushed to her ankles.  But when she felt a hand, her husband’s, slide beneath the cotton of her panties and find her throbbing clit, she almost lost her balance.  Her redheaded friend supported her from behind though, and she relaxed against her and let the both of them tease and taunt her body.

Moaning and sighing, Cassie concentrated on the smooth, delicate fingers toying with her nipples, the soft skin of Paula’s face as she moved her lips and tongue over her neck and shoulders, and Martin’s larger, stronger hand between her legs, fingering her so slowly she was sure to go mad.  Finally, her husband pushed two fingers inside her cunt, and as he pumped her, Paula removed one hand from Cassie’s breast to help Martin massage her clit.  Just on the brink of coming, Paula, in her sweet voice, whispered, “Come for us, baby,” and Cassie did, groaning out, “Oh, fuck,” while she shook in both sets of arms.

While Cassie took a moment to regain some strength by sitting on the bed, Paula wasted no time in continuing their party.  She dropped to her knees in front of Martin, and looked to Cassie over her shoulder.

“May I suck your husband’s cock?” she asked with a wicked smile.  Cassie nodded.

From her place on the bed, she watched Paula playfully lick the tip of Martin’s cock, toying with him with flicks of her tongue, and then swallowing the entire length and sucking until Martin’s eyes rolled.  Seeing Paula’s plump, red lips around her husband’s dick had Cassie aching again, and she could feel the desire dripping down her thighs.  Noticing her husband’s gaze on her, she winked, licked her lips, and then pulled her panties off.  Her legs spread open and she began to touch herself.

Martin didn’t know how much longer he would last.  He was surprised he hadn’t blown it, so to speak, when both he and Paula had coaxed an orgasm from his wife, but now with Paula on her knees in front of him, and his wife touching herself while she watched another woman suck him off…well, it was overwhelming to say the least.  As if she could sense Martin was trying to hold off, Paula, released him from her lips with a loud pop, and turned to his wife.

“Join me,” she said and offered her hand to Cassie.

Martin had to force himself to look away.  Both women at his feet, two tongues lavishing his cock with attention, two sets of lips kissing his shaft, and caressing his balls, it was like a fucking dream come true.  His deep groans filled the room, and when he couldn’t bear to look away any longer, he glanced down and saw two sets of eyes, his wife’s large round hazel, and Paula’s deep green almond shaped, looking up at him.  He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Ah, fuck,” he cried, and gripped his cock as it spurt hot come into two eager, waiting mouths.

The threesome made their way to the bed, and Cassie found herself on her back with Paula crawling between her spread legs.  Her brain was too clouded with pot, booze, and euphoria, and so she showed no reluctance to having her pussy eaten by another woman.  She did flinch just a bit when Paula’s tongue flicked her clit, but that was only because she was still very sensitive from her earlier orgasm.  Her body acclimated to the touch though, and soon she was writhing on the duvet, her fingers tight in Paula’s red curls.

Martin started this round at his wife’s side on the bed, sucking and biting her nipples, until he realized their guest had not gotten much attention.  He kissed Cassie’s lips, and then left her side to stand at the foot of the bed, behind Paula.  He watched her tongue split his wife’s slit as his hands pulled her leggings off.  She wore a red lacy thong that matched the bra she had on earlier, and palmed her ass with one hand and slipped the other between her legs.  She moaned as he teased her over her panties.  When he slipped a finger beneath them to feel how wet her pussy was, his flaccid cock twitched and started to grow hard again.

Paula hummed and moaned while Martin fingered her, and Cassie’s back bowed when she felt the vibrations against her clit.  So help her, if she came again, she was sure she would go unconscious.  She didn’t stop Paula, however.  It felt too fucking good.  While it was different from having a man go down on her, it was a good kind of different, better maybe.  All she knew was that she wanted Paula to keep moaning against her cunt.  She locked eyes with Martin, encouraging him to do more.

As he pumped his fingers in and out of Paula’s cunt, Martin stroked himself with his other hand, waiting until his cock was hard enough.  As soon as he was fully erect again, he moved his hand away and thrust himself inside.  Ah fuck, she was swollen, and so wet around his dick.  His fingers dug into her fleshy ass and he fucked the woman who was now sucking on his wife’s clit.  Martin thought for their first threesome, they were doing splendidly.

All three of their voices rang out, Martin’s guttural manly grunts, and the softer, high pitched cries of the ladies, in unison with each thrust of Martin’s hips.  When his hand moved to find Paula’s clit and he began to masturbate her while fucking her, her head reared up from between Cassie’s thighs and her moans grew louder than the others’.  Cassie scooted herself down on the bed until her mouth could reach Paula’s breasts, and then she took her left nipple between her lips and sucked hard.  Martin could feel Paula’s cunt tighten around him as she orgasmed.

Watching her husband make another woman come had Cassie frantic with a combination of desire and possessiveness.  While not jealous, Martin’s cock belonged to her and she wanted it now.  With Paula now taking a moment to recover, Cassie yanked her husband back onto the bed, and straddled him.  Without any teasing or hesitance, she took him inside and began to ride him.  She was aggressive, her hips bucking fast and hard, his cock deep inside her.

Paula’s warm body suddenly pressed against Cassie’s back, and she could feel her nipples being rolled and pulled again, gently now though, and she slowed her movements to match those of Paula’s hands.  She fucked her husband steadily now, her hips moving in small circles, pressing down harder with each revolution.  She felt her clit being manipulated again, and she let her head fall back, Paula taking advantage and pressing their lips together.  A few more movements and she came again, more intensely than the first time, but somehow more gently, too.  She heard Martin cry out and felt him fill her, and then, without knowing how, she was tucked into her husband’s side, breathless, boneless, and tired.

Martin, who was silently proclaiming himself King of the World, had two naked beauties on either side of him, and the wide grin on his face was beginning to make his cheeks ache.

Paula, who had guest starred in threesomes once or twice before this, was certain this was the best she’d ever had.

And while all three of them began to doze, they all were hoping to do it again, very soon.

 

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