It was clumsy, getting into the bed. But the gals made it easy for me when they felt my weight: They moved apart and pulled me into place between them. Holy shit, this was a new one for me: between two hot naked gals, with a smilin' husband watching!
I turned to Polly and nibbled on her boobs while putting two fingers into her cunt. She was wet as hell down there, from the action with Sharon, so the fingers went in real easy. I wiggled my fingers around and then found her cute little girly cock; it was swollen and wantin' attention. As I was takin' care of that chore, I noticed Sharon's finger in my ass, exploring my rear door. In the back of mind (the part watchin' what was going on) it seemed like we were pretty busy, what with me having fingers in Polly's cunt, and Sharon having a finger exploring my ass. Not much else could happen. Wrong! Sharon reached around and grabbed my cock real hard. She sure knew what to do once she took ahold, moving her hand up and down.
Suddenly, Don was in bed with us. He got next to Sharon and pulled her into his arms, leaving me to take care of Polly. Her pussy was getting slicker and slicker, what with all my attention to her clit. She was sure breathin' hard; I figured she was about ready to cum. "Stay just like that," she whispered to me, as she pulled away. I was confused as to what was goin' on, but that was clear when she sat on my face! It was a lot nicer than it sounds, because she had that drippin' hot pussy right over my face. My tongue followed right down her wet slit to her clit. It was ready for some serious attention. I licked away; she was at the edge of a real big orgasm. I took her over that edge by sucking on her button. As she yelled I heard the same sort of thing from Sharon. I guess Don was taking real good care of her. We made nice music together! At that point, we switched - me with Sharon, and Don with Polly. There was a lot of puffin' and huffin' - but not much happened because we'd had about all we could handle by then. We relaxed, laughed, and held each other. It was the nicest way to spend time with friends that I'd ever had. Yep, we were real good friends by now. I was comfortable with them, and I knew they felt the same way about me. I got up to pee and then heard the comments. My ears must've been blocked (or just disconnected from my brain) while all the sex was going on. Because, as I got off the bed and stood there, with limp cock and a shit-eatin' grin, I started to heard some whispered comments: "Who's the new guy with Sharon and Polly", "I loved it when Polly sat on his face", and so forth. Some peepers had come into the room and had been watching the scene in the bed. I felt like taking a bow, but that'd be showing off. I've never been a showoff, until now. Maybe I've got a future in show business. Nah!
What surprised the hell out of me was that everything was open, no guilt crap! I don't exaggerate or lie, unless it's necessary. But this was the *greatest* thing that happened to me since I had my first orgasm in the back of my car with Peggy Ann, the preacher's daughter, back home.
I decided to leave after getting away from the scene with the three of them because I was all wore out. Besides, they had stopped the sex and seemed to be involved in some sort of private discussion. And I had to get to work early the next morning.
I said goodbye to Polly: "It's been a great party. Thanks for inviting me."
"I've been talking to Don and Sharon. They agree that we should invite you to join us. We'll have a foursome, rather than only three. We've been thinking of getting another guy, and you're exactly what we've been looking for. Are your interested?"
Was I interested? Like a starving man offered a juicy hamburger. Like a sinner offered salvation. Thank the lord!!
"That's a damn fine invitation. Count me in, but I wonder if I have the stamina to keep up with y'all."
She smiled sweetly and looked up, "Based on what happened tonight, I'm sure you'll do just fine."
She produced a notebook and pen and asked for my phone number. After giving her that info, I realized that I didn't know much about her, other than the fact she and her two lovers were into hot action: fucking, sucking, and the rest. Hey, I don't mean to knock that. I jumped at the chance to get with them.
In return, I took her phone number and then figured I ought to know more than just her first name.
"By the way," I said, "what's your last name?"
"Amory."
"Polly Amory"! That figures.
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Copyright 2004 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author.
