I blinked at him, it was a blunt approach, but my hand almost automatically went to the buttons on my blouse. Only when Marie spoke did I hesitate.
"Might as well take off the rest of your clothes as well," she said. "It's not like you're going to need them."
And again I didn't know what to say. Marie took the initiative and started unbuttoning her own shirt while Michael looked on, a boy happily caught between two candy stores.
"Why don't we go to the bedroom first," I suggested.
Marie eagerly led the way, her shirt unbuttoned, exposing her padded bra but little else. As she ascended the staircase I followed her, watching her shapely ass as it swung back and forth in front of my eyes.
Once in the bedroom, she dropped her bright red shirt from her shoulders, keeping her back to me. Her inked wings were only partly hidden by her tight black pants and the thin bra strap that cut across her back just under her shoulder blades. "Undo me," she asked, pulling her hair aside and looking over her shoulder at me. My hands were fairly trembling when I reached for her black bra and tried to slip free the hooks. After a few attempts I finally managed to work it and the strap came free. She turned around, smiling proudly, and presented me with her bare tits sporting a pair of bright gold rings. I stood there mute, excited but not knowing what to do.
"Let me help you," she said, reaching for my shirt and starting to undo the buttons. I noticed Michael sitting on the corner of the bed, happily watching the two of us. Before I knew it my blouse was on the floor, Marie had moved in close to me, slipping her arms around me to unhook my bra. She kissed me lightly on the neck as she pulled the bra away, exposing my milk-full tits. "Ready?" she asked Michael.
He nodded and she led me to the bed. Before I could mount the mattress, Michael fell to his knees in front of me, unzipped my skirt and pulled it off, leaving me in just my panties. Or rather my thong; I only owned two thongs, and since this was a special occasion, I decided to go with it to show off my tattoo.
"Get on your hands and knees," Marie ordered me.
"On the bed?" I asked, confused. Usually I only did that with the milker.
When she said yes, I simply followed orders. Marie laid next to me on one side, Michael on the other. It was obvious what they were planning on doing. My boobs were hanging down, full and ready to be emptied. They worked their heads under my chest, while Marie and I giggled, until their mouths found my nipples and they started suckling.
It was heavenly.
I could feel my milk flowing into their mouths, each one nursing at their own pace. Michael tended to suck harder and take bigger gulps, he was eager to drain me. Marie took her time, enjoying both the experience and time with me, she was gentle compared to him, but just as insistent.
They made me hold that position for a good fifteen minutes while the suckled me. It started off being novel and sensual and more than a bit erotic, but toward the end my arms were getting tired. I wasn't used to being stuck in the same position for so long. "You two had better finish up," I told them. "I'm getting to tired and I don't care how much you like this. I can't go all night."
Reluctantly Michael let go of my tit, gently kissed the side of my breast and rolled off to the side. Marie, however, didn't heed my request and kept on draining me, though by this time I could feel there was nothing left to feed her. "Let go," I prompted, tugging my breast away slightly. She grinned around my nipple and refused to let do, keeping a strong latch on me. I pulled back a little harder, just to the point of pain, but she still refused to let go. Michael laughed at my predicament.
"This isn't funny," I told him.
"Then just pull away," he said.
"It'll hurt!" I complained; secretly I was sort of enjoying the slight torture she was putting me through.
"I think that's what she wants," he said.
I let Marie nurse a moment longer, then pulled back in earnest. She resisted, looping an arm around my waist to keep me close. In retaliation, I put one hand on the side of her face and forced her away from me. It was a struggle, but I was bigger and eventually prevailed, though at great cost. It felt like she was ripping my tit off when I finally broke the suction.
She immediately pouted. "I wasn't done," she all but whined.
"You're done," I told her, gently holding my breast. "See, there's nothing left." I squeezed to extract any remaining milk. There was none, of course, not even enough to form a pearly drop on the tip of my nipple.
"I'm still thirsty," she said playfully. I knew she was lying, but played along anyway.
"Then why don't you give Michael a blowjob and drink his spunk," I suggested.
Marie immediately brightened. "That sounds great! I love man-cum." She turned to him. "Take off your pants," she ordered.
He looked at me, helpless and confused. His eyes were wide with shock and excitement. I could see the outline of his cock under the denim of his jeans. "Should I?" he mouthed to me.
My chest was tight and I could feel a gush of wetness in my panties. Whatever else I wanted or knew about our relationship, I was eager to see Michael receive a blowjob from Marie. It certainly wasn't cheating, not if he was doing it right in front of me. Was it?
"Yes," I whispered to the two of them.
Marie didn't need to be told twice. She moved over to his side of the bed, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. Together they pushed off his pants and she, without a hint of hesitation or shyness, reached into his underwear, pulled out his already stiff cock, and put it in her mouth.
I was never a bit watcher of porn. It always seemed a bit artificial and contrived to me. The complete opposite is true of a live sex show. Marie didn't cheat to the camera or perform actions that might look interesting on screen, but added nothing to Michael's pleasure. She simply took his cock into her mouth, sucked long and hard trying to make him cum. One hand she wrapped around his balls, the other held firm the base of his long prick; I laid on my side, my hand inside my thong, just barely playing with my clit as Michael received what was certainly an expert blowjob. I almost wished I was a man just so that Marie could give one to me.
So talented was my friend that she could even take all of Michael's length into her mouth and down her throat. While he wasn't ridiculously endowed like a freak from an adult film, I myself couldn't get more than half of Michael's cock into my mouth, so I was duly impressed. Because she was a much better cocksucker than I was, I was disappointed for Michael when she suddenly backed off, freeing his wet cock from her mouth and said. "I don't want to swallow his cum," she announced. "I want to see him fuck you."
She didn't have to suggest that to me twice. Although Michael was eager to get off in her mouth, I was worked up enough that I wanted a cock inside of me. I yanked off my thong—I was happy to be rid of it—laid back on the bed and spread my legs. I could smell the scent of my eager pussy waiting to be satisfied. Apparently my perfume was enough to pull Michael away from Marie's mouth—along with a slight push of encouragement from her. He fell on me and slipped easily into my cunt. I immediately tilted my hips to accept his hard, eager thrusts and wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles so he couldn't escape—not that he wanted to.
"Oh, fuck her hard," Marie whispered from her spot on the bed. I was barely aware she was still in the room; when you've debauched yourself this much, it hardly matters if another person watches you and your husband fuck. It was just another thrill I was marking off some unknown checklist of kinks, erotic acts and fantasies I never knew I had.
