Author's note: readers of my first story demanded a conclusion to "A Wife Plus Two Makes Music." I posted that chapter without sufficient editing and hope this conclusion is better received.
I'm indebted to TMIMH's for his generous feedback and assistance reviewing this piece. Check out his excellent work is published as the member "toomuchinmyhead".
~FANTALITY
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Rochelle's nipples stood proudly atop round breasts. She raised her rye whiskey and drained the glass. Then, with a soft husky voice said, "Let's dispense with fiction and fantasy. I want to live this. But first I'll go freshen up boys. Sit tight and don't go soft on me."
While we waited for her return, Rob recounted tales of Rochelle's sexual adventures before and during her first marriage. I knew her to be liberal and uninhibited but had no idea just how much. She'd often taken my hand and held as if we were lovers. On other occasions she'd settle in my lap, or have me on hers. When I sat in her lap I'd feel her rubbing tits on my arm and once in a while I was lucky to enjoy arms around my shoulders to hug me tight.
Anyway, according to Rob one of her adventures resulted in their marriage after a torrid affair. Then he told me of her threesomes – I would not have expected, but in context of her outward advances to me they made sense. With a laugh, Rob described an occasion when they jogged by a woman and Rochelle commented, 'I made love with her. We licked each other's pussies.'
Rob admitted they'd both had threesomes with other men and women in various combinations...I sighed; if this worked out it would be my first. Was I to have my 'threesome cherry' popped by a red head? Whoo wee! I hoped so.
She returned brazenly nude but for heels and thigh stockings, said, "All is ready. Come on boys." She extended her warm hands to ours, and led us into their marriage bedroom. Once there she closed the double doors and spoke to me, "Tom in ten years of marriage this is the first time we've done anything like this. Over the last couple of months we've talked of having you in our bed. Doing this is special us both of."
To compel us she continued, "You're both being seduced now, but by me. Not the other way around. I chose the music, I like a warm bed and I wanted dancing candlelight. So if you're the naughty boys I think you are, I'll spare you the hot wax to help you perform." Her intent was clear. Her arms crossed, she even pumped up her tits for us.
"Okay, why am I the only one undressed? The last scene of our script is incomplete until you're naked as jay-birds." She grinned. "You undressed me and now I will strip you ... while dancing of course."
She took us in her arms to dance as a trio, slowly trading kisses and nibbles. My hands roamed the soft skin of her back, ass and thighs. While I did, she raked her fingernails across my neck, back and scalp. The feelings were electric.
I returned the favor by kneading her ropy muscles, tight from frequent exercise along her spine. Rochelle sighed as their tension was driven away and as her tension fled muscles became relaxed. Then her head fell back into my hand, so I pushed my fingers up her scalp from her neck, fanned them and firmly grasped the back of her head. Through thick hair I felt her flex at my aggression - her sense of command wavered and her head flushed hot. I kneaded it firmly and felt her shudder, then fought back by taking my belt buckle in hand and pulled it loose. She yanked open my fly, and then ripped buttons to open my shirt.
Then she pulled down the sleeves to immobilize my arms.
"Ouch!" Her mouth went straight to my right nipple which she bit hard. Before I could protect my left nipple, she bit it too. Ruefully, she said, "Don't you get uppity Tom - I'm in charge here."
Rob had known this was coming and removed shirt, pants and boxers. As a prior victim he wanted to preserve his clothing. But not without getting a laugh in, "Tom, you have so much to learn! Not to worry, I have a shirt you can wear tomorrow in place of that rag you have on."
Rochelle turned her smug face to Rob and her concentration returned to me. She raised her pretty foot, stuck a spike heel over my waistband and slowly forced my pants and boxers down. They hung up on my erect cock, so she kneeled, and pulled me free in front of her face to solve the 'problem'. I watched her eyes focus on my cock while my clothing continued to slide down and she fixated on my purple one-eyed head staring back at her. As I stepped out of my clothing my cock swayed like a ticker until it stopped with a bump against her nose. She immediately wrapped her hand around, inserted my head into her mouth and giggled after it popped on exit. "Very nice cock you have Tom! Now stand up so we can dance!"
We each took turns kicking bunched clothing to the sides of the room while swooning around. It was as if we were kicking social taboos out of the way from interfering with our fun.
Our rhythm broke when Rochelle released my hand and gracefully swept Rob down in a classic romantic kiss. Her pussy lips shined in my direction and I could see how swollen she'd gotten. Then she pulled back up, and swung over to me down before delivering an equally passionate kiss. I extended my hand to touch her wet pussy and raised it to my lips to lick her nectar when we rose back up.
From there we danced wildly for several songs. Our energy was high and we all groped pussy, cocks and balls freely. Rochelle startled me when she guided my hand to feel Rob, but it was with even more conflicting emotions when he felt me. It turned me on even while my mind rejected the thought of enjoying homosexuality. Was I bi? I didn't know, but surely enjoyed playing her pussy with my fingers. I got confused about what was a greater turn on.
We slowed to the next song, a Bossa Nova samba that begged for flesh-against-flesh dancing. Rob backed away to let us dance so I compressed my cock against Rochelle's hip while I nibbled her neck and ears. A pod of clear precum emerged as we moved and streamed like gelatin across her loins. Rochelle took her hand from my waist, grabbed my cock once again and cooed in appreciation. I'm not overly large, though I was rock hard and visually imagined her wanting me – wanting me to drive that very cock into her moist vagina.
Rob rejoined after a minute, and she took his penis into her other hand to jack us together; up and down. "Oh, you guys are hard for me aren't you? My body wants to feel these all night. Come here." She said while leading us to the bed where she settled onto on her back with legs slightly askew.
Like good puppies, Rob and I laid down on either side of her warm body. I saw her glazed eyes, high with sexual anticipation and wondered if mine looked the same. Suddenly her eyes cleared and she snickered, "I want my bell rung boys. Bring it on and let me feel what you have."
I got right into it, took a nipple between my teeth and antagonized her with the same sharp bites she'd given me earlier. I added tugs at her ears and tongue in addition to slashing kisses, but my eyes never strayed from her wispy red hued pussy bush. Through her sparse hair white lips shone through against the ruby red of inner folds. Her clit hood stood upright and exposed details where wet inner lips joined at the apex of her button. All of it glistened in flickering candle light.
Oh, I needed a smell and taste of her nectar so prepared an avenue for my face by moving my hand down the smooth white flesh of her belly. Every inch was a savory adventure aimed at reaching her sex. Rochelle raised her hips to greet my hand and at her bush I paused to comb my fingers through its wispy tuft.
My middle finger slipped down, parted her just-shaved lower lips and softly pressed down on her clit. Rochelle widened her legs apart and hummed, "You pine for my snatch don't you?"
A peaty-like aroma rose to my nose from her as I replied, "Yummm. Yes, I think I'm in love with your pussy. I want to have it in my mouth. Then I want to stretch it with my cock. You want that too don't you?"
"Yes." She was her simple reply.
To me, her crimson painted toes matched our fiery desire. I knew what to do with them and wanted to prolong teasing her so I turned down to play tricks with her toes. Each toe I pulled wiggled and suckled. Then, using the slick of my saliva, I worked a finger between each to resemble penetration by a stiff yet smooth rod. Her hips rose and fell in response while her lungs filled and exhaled with the same timing. More opaque liquid drooled from her pussy and I began losing patience with my need to lick it.
Rob was concentrating on Rochelle's upper half with passionate kissing... their tongues danced and played in time with the background music. He gave me a smile, and I mouthed a thank you for them both. It was reassuring that each of them was taking enjoyment from my presence.
From her feet, I worked my way up to massage her calves where I spread my fingers across the inside of her legs. Then I moved my hands up her inner thighs just above the knee and savored the silkiness as she moved her legs further apart. I could feel her invitation to move upward, so I planted my lips to her cunt and drank from her plump pink lips. "Ooohhh," she whispered with a girlish face. Then she contracted when I touched my finger to her clit. When I pulled my finger away it was tethered to her with an elastic tendril of juice. I spread it around my fingertips, replaced the juice at her opening and inserted my index finger to the first knuckle.
"Yessss! Oh, Tom, that feels sooo good!"
