The Song Of Love

The Song of Love

I don't know what it was about the song, but I did know it turned my girlfriend into a quivering mass of sex craving jelly.  I wasn't sure if it was because it was playing the first time we got romantic, or when she got fucked for her first roll in the hay, but I knew it transformed her pussy to a leaky faucet and made sure she was sitting in a wet spot before you could even chew the flavor out of a stick of gum.

It was like Pavlov's dogs or a lemon making you salivate, but hearing 'Be My Little Baby' by the Ronettes turned Claire into a sex hungry vixen eager to express herself as a lusty, man-fucking woman.  When they started playing it at the party I knew the night could get very interesting before it ended.  We had been there with my friend Jim, and as we were riding home with him after the party, things began looking very promising.

Don't ask me why I wanted Jim to fuck my girlfriend, but I did, very much.   It was one of the most exciting things I could think about.  I had imagined it many times, fantasizing about that very thing.  When I found the tape in his container of cassettes, I put it on in the car as he drove home.  She was squirming in her seat, horny as a new bride before we were half a mile rom the party.   When we parked on the way home, at the top of the cliffs, which I had suggested, she was as randy as a sailor on shore leave.

I knew her pussy was itching to be filled and I had high hopes for the evening because of it.  It didn't take long, after we parked, for her panties to come off.  She stripped them off like a stripper at a frat party.  She was most likely wetter than a kitchen sponge in a full sink and she was sitting between two men she liked.  Jim was most likely hard as a bat since we left the party, because I had told him about her reaction to 'Be My Little Baby.'  I knew his hopes were higher than a moon shot, and I steered the conversation in the direction of sex and all its possibilities.  It didn't take long either.  Finally, she just pleaded, "Will one of you fuck me, for God's sake, please?"

"Jim?" I said.  Without hesitation, or needing to be asked, she climbed over his lap, unzipped his pants, and lowered herself down on his very ridged manhood that stood straight up for her.  He slid in like a warm knife into butter.

"Was this your plan?" she asked, looking over at me, smarter than I realized, as she bounced on the cock of my horny and very happy friend.

"Me?" I said, feigning ignorance.  "Whatever do you mean?"

"You've been wanting him to fuck me for months," she said as she assertively bounced on my friend's erect cock. "You are as transparent as a glass door." Her voice bounced with her movements, and she stopped talking and bit her lower lip.  "Oh, God, baby, fuck me," she cried as she approached her first orgasm of the evening.

"Playing that song is like feeding me Spanish Fly for lunch, for God's sake," she said as she bounced on his stiff cock voraciously.  "You know that, right?"

"I know you look untroubled by it, however," I said.  "You look happy."

"As a whore at a firemen's convention," she said breathlessly.  "Yeah, I am ecstatic.  He feels.... so fucking good," she purred.  "Oh God, Jimmy, don't come in me."  About that time, Jim pulled out and spewed his seed on her belly.   Like that same whore, she bent over and sucked the cum from his shriveling dick.  It sent me to euphoria to see her cleaning the semen off my buddy's cock with a hungry and eager tongue.

We had never talked about it before, but she clearly knew I wanted him to fuck her.  I guess I had been obvious, and at that point I didn't care much that she knew.   "What are you saying?  You don't want him to fuck you?"

"I am saying, let's get a bed under me," she said assertively.  "Kneeling on the front seat is not all that comfortable.  If you want me to fuck your friend, you need to make me comfortable.  Not that I am complaining," she said looking down at Jim with a sexy smile.   She bounced on him for another fifteen minutes, but then her back tired and she lifted off of him and asked to go home.

When we got there, Jim followed Claire into the apartment, and I went to the cassette player and put on 'Be My Little Baby'.   "Oh, subtle," she said to me with a grin.   I asked her, without commenting about the song, if she wanted to continue what she'd been doing.   She headed for the bedroom and motioned with her head.  "Follow me," she said.  "Both of you."  Like puppies in heat, we followed her into the bedroom with our tongues hanging out.

We got on the bed with Claire between the two of us, and she helped each of us out of our pants.  Then she took ahold of our erections and scooted down until her head was close to both of our cocks.   She leaned forward and took Jim's cock in her mouth, then switched and replaced his with mine.

I got tremendously turned on watching her work on my friend's penis, taking the bulbous tip between her lips and sucking on the head, licking and holding him in her mouth, then moving back to me.   I had never seen her be so ravenous, and she smiled up at us as she sucked and swiped her tongue around each cock, kissing each one frequently.  She is an exceptional cock sucker, but with Jim and me that night she was beyond belief.

She obviously liked doing us both.  She took him out of her mouth and looked up at him.  "You want to fuck me, Jimmy?"  She looked over at me and smiled, gave me a he-needs-his-turn grin, then moved into position and opened her legs for my friend, holding them wide and high.  "You wanted him to fuck me, so sit back and just watch."

I took her suggestion and got comfortable, then I said, "You go girl."  She nodded and took him inside of her, sighing as he slid in to the hilt.

"Go slow, baby," she told him, "we have all night.  You can fuck me until the sun comes up," she said softly.  "He wanted you to fuck me, so take your time and enjoy yourself.  Feel good?" She asked him.

"Oh, yeah," Jim said.

"Well, this is your pussy for as long as you want tonight," she purred.  "Show him how a horny man fucks another man's girlfriend.  You," she said to me, "just watch as he fucks your girlfriend's hungry pussy.  So, I sat back and did just that.  I watch as my good friend fucked my  fiancée.

They fucked missionary for awhile, then she climbed on top of him and went cowgirl, with her holding herself up with her hands on his each of his hips.  They went like that for another half an hour, then they collapsed on the bed and fought to catch their breath.   I told them they were gorgeous and she raised a tired hand and waved at me, thanking me by blowing me a kiss.  They had fucked until they soon both dozed off.   I let them sleep and left them on the rumpled bed to rest off their fatigue.

She had decided sex with our friend was a good thing, and I had agreed.  We had let him in and the intimacy brought us all closer.  My desire to see her with him had allowed her to reveal part of herself she hadn't known about, but she had opened up to accepting sex as simply a away of expressing herself.

I watched them sleep for a bit, and then I left the room and felt good about the decision to encourage their coupling.   I saw us as a threesome, three friends who were closer that day than we'd ever been.  It did not diminish my love for her, but expanded our world incredibly.

I did not own her, I loved her unconditionally, without stipulations or requirements.  She did not have to prove to me she loved me, she just had to be herself and make her own decisions, even about who she had sex with.

When they came to breakfast they were both nude, and I felt set free because they felt comfortable enough with me to be natural and composed and free and nude.  "How was your night?" I asked, secure with the answer I would get.

"Wonderful," she relied.

"Terrific," he said.

"Good," I said.  "I'll have eggs in a minute.  Toast?"  They said yes to eggs, toast, and bacon.  We sat with a cup of coffee and chatted about their night, the weather, and the news.  It was one of the best mornings I remember, and I think it was the connection we felt that made it so.

After breakfast we drove him home and they kissed at the curb and I felt a peaceful pleasure in seeing them so uninhibited and at liberty to show their feelings without apology.  I have never felt so close to other people as I did at that moment to them both.

The three of us drove to Oregon that year and pulled a trailer, stopping along the way to camp.   We often slept in the same bed, and they would have sex beside me between the sheets in the trailer.  We considered him her second husband and, although he had his own life, he also had one with us.  Including him in our sex made him a part of the family.

I remember a time we stopped at Humboldt and parked the trailer next to a stream.  I awoke and the bed was empty, but I saw them at the other end of the trailer on the couch.  She had his penis in her hand and the end of it in her mouth.  I watched her pleasure him like living porn, enjoying the sights and sounds of sex.  I pretended I was still asleep, but I watched intently as she made love to his organ.  She bobbed her head up and down his shaft and it glistened with her saliva.  His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and his mind on what she was doing to him.  I watched them for thirty minutes, and when he came she held his penis close to her mouth and took each spurt between her lips, swallowing him as it came.  When he was done, she licked her lips and tasted what was left.

When he finished they changed position and she stretched out on her back and opened her legs for him to eat her.  Without delay he got between her thighs and began licking and eating her pussy like a starving man.  He spread her legs with his forearms and pushed his face against her slit, kissing, licking, and sucking.

Finally, I saw her orgasm building and her body stiffened, her fist clenched, and her upper teeth bit on her lower lip.  I watch the most uninhibited climax I think I have ever seen and she cried out, not caring that I was there with them, just caring that her pleasure was bubbling from her like molten lava from a volcano.

I kept my eyes closed and after a few minutes of regaining their composure I saw them move into position and he placed his once again erect member at her wet and ready slit and pushed it in, causing her to sigh and smile as it entered her soft, compliant pussy.  He worked it back and forth, bring soft sounds from her throat, fucking her that morning in our trailer as I pretended to sleep.

I loved seeing them that morning in our trailer.  They were so uninhibited, so free and open, not trying to hide, but just feeling their combined body heat and sharing pleasure.   It gave me so much joy to watch them that morning have sex in our trailer.  The memory of that stays with me and makes me smile as I recall the sexy details.  It is one of my fondest memories, except that first time I watched them together next to me in the front seat of that car parked by the cliff so many years ago.

Jim began to stop by during the week and when I was gone he would keep Claire company doing whatever two intimate friends do.  I never asked what they did when I was away, but I knew, of course.  They did what people do who feel comfortable with one another and not subdued by silly standards of behavior.  We were a team that felt no regret or doubts about our relationship and what we had entered into.

In '85 he found a wife, they had kids, and they moved away, but he still stopped by when he was in the area to see Claire once in awhile.  In '90 he passed away from cancer, and we still talk about these years with Jim and Claire and me.  They were precious moments and wonderful memories that we hold on to.  Thank heavens for the song of love that turned her on and allowed her to let down her guard and open up, be a sexual person and let herself feel sexual with another man without remorse.