Ch 5 The Mirror Saturday

Saturday morning finds me jumping out of bed at eight even though I didn't get home from work until midnight and couldn't make myself actually sleep until about two in the morning. Jitters I guess. I'm a little nervous about today. Today is the day I just might have the most incredible sexual experience of my life, and there's actually a guy involved. Weird. I'm not used to looking forward to sex with a guy. Not after my ex-husband anyway. But, this one comes highly recommended, by his wife, who is incredible in bed herself. Ought to be interesting.

I eat a bowl of cereal and spend the next hour or so pruning, preening, brushing, waxing, washing, and rinsing, (with some rubbing, fingering, and cumming thrown in for good measure).

This is followed by a solid thirty minutes of staring into my closet wondering what to wear. "Gee Mer, what's gonna look the hottest crumpled up on their bedroom floor?" I say to myself, Joking, but not really. If everything goes well I have no doubt that's where my outfit will end up. But, I do want to look killer for them. Especially Mike, whom I barely know, but whose socks I want to knock off, along with the rest of his clothes.

In the end I choose a mid-thigh length blue skirt. Mike has blue eyes. I do remember that. To top it off, I pick a sleeveless white blouse with little blue flowers on it. It has good cleavage and goes well with the skirt. At the bottom of my freshly shaved legs I put a pair of white sneakers like the ones Lisa seems to favor. She and I don't talk about clothes much, other than to take them off each other and find them after-wards.

I debate about underwear for a sec and then, taking a cue from Lisa herself, decide not to wear any at all. Sexy sexy. It feels kinda naughty to go commando in a skirt. Maybe it's just my frame of mind right now. I also grab a small blue purse and a toothbrush.

Lisa called yesterday to give me their address and request that my fine ass, (her exact words), be there about noon. They are going to serve me lunch she said. I may be too nervous to eat, but I guess it's a good way to break the ice with Mike.

I jump in the car and punch her address into google maps and I'm off. "Ok Mer, concentrate on the road," I say to myself. You can't have any fun if you get into a wreck on the way. My lip itches and I scratch it only to realize my fingers still smell like pussy from playing with myself before I got dressed. At the next stoplight I close my eyes, run my fingers slowly under my nose, and breath deep. Slow down Mer. You're not even there yet. I glance over at the car next to me and a portly woman in her fifties is looking back at me, shaking her head. Was I that obvious? When am I going to learn to check the windows before I do embarrassing things. Screw it. When the light turns green, I look right back at her, put two fingers in my mouth and drive off.

When I pull into Lisa and Mike's driveway ten minutes later I'm still smiling about it. Hmmm, nice little house. Lisa herself is outside leaning against her Toyota. I restrain myself from running up and planting one on her right there. I'm not sure what would be appropriate in their front yard. For all I know the neighbors think they're a couple of clean-cut stiffs.

She smiles as she looks me up and down. "Hey stranger. You look great. I like," she says while taking my hand. "Are you still sure you want to do this?"

"Babe," I reply, looking deep into her beautiful green eyes, "I honestly haven't thought of much else since you brought it up. If your husband and I hit it off, and I suspect we will, I would love for you guys to do whatever you want with me. I want this. Hell, I need this."

She looks relieved. "Good to hear. I've had a hard time concentrating on things myself. This morning I almost brushed my teeth with Mike's shaving gel." We both laugh. She rubs my forearm with the hand I'm not holding. Would you like to come inside and meet my hubby again?"

"Lead the way," I say, "so I can check out your butt in those shorts." The shorts in question were tan and tight, so tight I could see no hint of a panty line underneath them. Perfect. She had a green V-neck T-shirt that both showed a little cleavage and set off her gorgeous eyes. No sign of a bra under there either. That's my girl. Go me.

I follow her perfect rump to the front door, suddenly nervous. As usual she picks up on this as soon as she turns to look at me.

"Relax babe. You have nothing to fear, and a whole lot to look forward to." She pushes the door open and leads me inside. I'm checking out their tasteful, quasi-modern decor as she closes the door behind me. The next thing I know Lisa's arm are wrapped around me and her lips seek out mine. I return the kiss eagerly. We stop after a minute. "Come on, Mike is in the kitchen."

She takes my hand and leads me toward the smells and sounds of food being prepared. Her arm is around my waist as she stops just inside the kitchen. "Hey babe, look who followed me into the house. Can we keep her?" She says to the back of the man standing at the sink, like I was a stray kitty that followed her home. Meow. It's a little weird hearing her call someone else babe. Oh well. This day's gonna get a little more weird before it's over with.

Mike turns around with a grin. This time I'm not too floored by Lisa to pay closer attention to him. His blue eyes are smiling at me from beneath his dark brown bangs. You can actually smile with your eyes I think. They're not Lisa's phenomenal green eyes, but they are very nice. His face is friendly and pleasant, his welcoming expression not at all forced. His body isn't too bad either, a masculine build that says he's not afraid of work, but not overdone like a gym rat. Not too soft, not too hard, but just right.

I realize his blue eyes are looking me over from head too foot. This would normally irritate me, except that I was just doing the same thing to him and have no room to talk. He looks casual, bluejeans, no shoes, and a close fitting retro T-shirt with a big smiley-face on it. "It's nice to see you again. Nice shirt," I say. Lame lame lame. Mer, you couldn't think of anything better than that?

Mike walks toward me and takes my hands in his. "I am happy to see you too Meredith. You look great. By the way, I want to thank you," he says. His warm voice sounds as pleasant as he looks.

"Thank me for what?" I ask. I can feel his thumbs rubbing the backs of my hands. Lisa, who has been quiet since Mike turned around, is running her hand up and down my back.

"For making Lisa happy. You wouldn't know it, but she's been happier these last few weeks than I've seen her in a long time, and when she's happy, I'm happy." He looks over at his wife with a more loving expression than I ever received from my ex-husband. I'm starting to see why she loves him so much. I'm starting to feel all warm inside myself.

"Awwww," Lisa says, "that's very sweet, but you make it sound like I was a miserable wreck before I met her. You've made me pretty happy yourself you know." She pops up on her toes and kisses him quickly.

"I know," he replies, "You're just so content lately, like you have nothing to hide and everything to be happy about. And it's all because of Meredith."

He looks back at me and adds, "You are welcome here anytime." He leans in and kisses me on the cheek, then Lisa on the lips. "You ladies want some lunch or what? Have a seat at the dinner table and I'll serve it up."

I merely nod as Lisa leads me to the dinner table. My brain is reeling. I'm starting to realize what I missed marrying Randell. In a single minute I've witnessed more love and affection between Mike and Lisa than I experienced the entire five years I was married to shmuck-face. I don't know if it was because I was raised solely by my mother, but I never knew what to expect from married life. I never knew what I was missing.

"What did he cook?" I ask Lisa, trying to bring myself back to the here and now.

"He wanted to do something special for you and scratch-made a vegetarian pizza," she answers, beaming proudly.

"He scratch-made a pizza?" I'm incredulous. My ex wouldn't deign to open a can of ravioli. Ok, I've got to stop making comparisons and agree up front that Mike is three, four, maybe five times the man Randell will ever be. "Wait a minute. Am I a vegetarian?" I ask.

"It wasn't intentional. He thought we had some ground beef in the fridge. We don't, so you get veggie pizza." It is apparent Lisa is very proud of her man, and already obvious that she has reason to be. "There is a chicken dish for dinner," she adds.

She never lets go of my hand as we sit at the table, chatting while we wait. Our legs are tangled underneath.

Soon I hear classic rock coming from a radio in the kitchen, our soundtrack for lunch. Mike enters with a flourish and places a plate on the table for Lisa and I. "What your poison ladies?" he asks, "we have iced tea, coke, OJ, and lemonade."

"You first. You're our guest," Lisa says.

"I'll take lemonade please. This pizza looks delicious. Thank you," I say to Mike. It does look good too. Three different colors of sliced peppers, mushrooms, tomatoes, and black olives were poking their way through melted cheese on a crispy crust. There's also a side of fresh cut pineapple. I think I'm going to be able to eat after all.

"Water for me please," Lisa says to Mike, "and then get your own plate and sit down with us babe."

We soon have drinks to go with the food. Mike sits down and we all commence eating. The only sounds at first are the sounds of good food being devoured by three hungry people and some old Eagles song coming from the kitchen. My mother listens to classic rock all the time. I like it here.

Halfway through her second piece, Lisa says, "hmmm...you have outdone yourself honey. This is great."

Mike shrugs with a mouthful. When he can talk, he says, "it was my pleasure. I'm glad you like it."

"It's excellent," I add and take a drink. "Thank you Mike. I'm touched." The Eagles had given way to Nirvana in the kitchen. Jeez, I think, when did Nirvana become classic rock? "So how often do you guys get to pack the kids off to Grandma's house?" I ask.

Lisa glances at Mike and he answers, "oh about once a month. It's nice to have a break from the little monsters every now and then." Lisa is content to let Mike do most of the talking it seems. Works for me. He is already the most pleasant man I've been around in a long time.

"I want kids some day, but I'm glad I hand't had any with Randell yet," I say.

Mike smiles. "You mean Mr. Dickless-A-hole. Lisa told me about that. You poor thing," he teases.

"Yeah well, I'm off to a new start, and I'm enjoying life for a change. I feel good," I reply.

"You look good," Mike counters without missing a beat, "very good." His eyes sparkle with mischief.

"So do you," I say, emboldened. I nervously glance in Lisa's direction. She winks at me and grins in approval. "He usually does," she adds. We continue to chat until our plates are clean.

Mike stands up to clear the table. He puts one hand on my back, fingers touching the bare skin above my collar, and leans in close to take my plate first. I turn my face toward him and whisper, "thank you," practically in his ear.

"You ladies want any desert?" he asks. "How about a cupcake?" he quips, looking at me.

"Ha ha, no thank you. How about you hon, would you like a cupcake?" I say looking at Lisa and trying to make an innuendo out of it.

"I do love me some cupcake," she says. When Mike is back in the kitchen she pulls me closer and kisses me across the corner of the table. We're still kissing deeply when he returns with a refill of my lemonade. He sits down and says nothing. I am acutely aware of him watching us now. I'm getting warmer downstairs. I hope he's getting harder downstairs.

Lisa breaks the kiss first. "Would you guys like to adjourn to the living room?" she says getting to her feet and taking my hand. I grab my drink in the other and glance over my shoulder at Mike. "You coming?" I ask.

"Oh yes," he says. I notice he has to adjust his package when he gets up. Good.

Lisa sits me on the middle of the couch, right between the two of them. Now what, I wonder. How do these things usually start? I now hear Peter Frampton from the Kitchen. We sit for a solid minute not saying anything, no one making a move. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Lisa glance over to Mike and smile quickly. He chuckles. It's then I realize that they're toying with me. Fine, I'll start.

I sigh and stick my arms straight out, hands open, palms down, and drop them. My right-hand lands on Mikes thigh and my Left on Lisa's.

"Finally!" Lisa says, quickly straddling my lap and facing me. Her mouth finds mine as I reach up to pull her shirt off. Her talented tongue has me moaning around it. I break the kiss and start licking and sucking on those beautiful tits staring me in the face. While I'm working on one of her nipples, I realize she and Mike are kissing and she's pulling off his smiley-face T-shirt. In a hot minute I'm the only one not bare-chested. "Hey, no fair," I say.

"You're right. Alright up you go. Let's switch places," she says, pulling me to my feet and taking my spot on the couch. I ease myself onto her lap. My shirt is off in short order and I kick my shoes off. "No bra. Nice," Lisa says. Her hands are quickly on my breasts. Rubbing. Pulling. Twisting. Her succulent mouth soon replaces her hands, which, now unemployed, land on my thighs and start sliding under my skirt.

Mike sits up and leans in close to my face, his manly hands caress either side of my neck. He lets me close the distance and I kiss only the second man ever since my high school sweety, ex-husband, and resident dipshit. He feels rougher than Lisa, but just as responsive. When our tongues meet, his is a bit more forceful than her's. It feels natural, like a man should, but with a hint of pineapple. Meanwhile his wife's tongue is flicking across my nipples and her hands are rubbing me everywhere under my skirt but my pussy. Tease. Soon I'm moaning into Mikes Mouth.

He breaks the kiss, leans down and starts to work on my boob that's closest to him. He feels just as good as she does. I place one hand behind each of their heads and close my eyes. To have a talented mouth on each of my breasts at the same time is incredible. Lisa starts trailing a finger lightly up and down my ass crack. I shiver. Framptom is still playing in the kitchen. How long is that damn song?

After a few minutes of this, she starts to rub my very wet pussy with her other hand. I gasp. In no time at all I'm squirming on her lap. They are still sucking on my tits. When Lisa suddenly and easily slides two fingers deep inside me, it's all I can do not to fall of the couch. I feel Mikes hand slide up my thigh and start rubbing my clit. Apparently my first orgasm is going to be a group effort. Bring it. I can feel it coming on quickly. I manage to say, "you guys, I am going to cum so hard," between shudders and moans.

And then it hits me. I seriously start to cum...really fucking hard. I suppose the two talented mouths and four skillful hands on my body are to blame. I'm shaking. My hands are clenching, actually pulling on Lisa's hair. I think my toes are going to touch my heels, and it's all I can do to remember to breathe between screams. They don't stop either. Even after that body shaking orgasm starts to subside they continue to work their magic. In no time at all I'm cumming again. Holy shit. Is this what multiple orgasms feel like? Do you have to have multiple partners to have one?...them? I laugh in the middle of cumming for the second time. Lisa giggles and goes back to work. In the end, I have not two, but four orgasms in a row before I can't take anymore. I have to push them away and pull their hands out from between my legs. "Oh hell yes," I say as they're laughing, "we are so doing that again, but I need a break first."

"I'm glad you liked that. You deserve it." Lisa is beaming at me as she takes the same two very wet fingers she had buried in my pussy and puts them in Mikes mouth. I watch as he sucks and licks them clean, looking right at me.

"You're right babe, she does taste good," he says to her, still looking at me.

"How about we head to the bed?" Lisa says. I stand on wobbly legs, but before she gets up she deftly unzips my skirt and drops it to my feet. "I noticed you forgot to wear panties. You should be forgetful more often."

"You gave me the idea you know," I reply, reaching for her shorts to unzip them. Naturally she didn't have any on either. Soon we are both naked, bodies up against each other, kissing deeply.

"Hmm, I still have my jeans on," Mike says, obviously hinting that we should remove them for him.

"You go ahead," Lisa says to me, "you are our guest after all."

"If you insist." I turn toward Mike, whose hardness is bulging against his jeans, and unbutton them. I slowly lower his zipper. They're both watching me intently. His rock hard dick springs out of his jeans as I start to pull them down. I am impressed. He's not porn star huge, but easily an inch longer than the ex, and half again as wide. My-oh-my. I reach out and take it in my hands. It's warm and stiff, more stiff than the the prick's prick ever got.

Lisa, watching me, wide-eyed and stroking her husband's manhood, says, "Mikey, I think she likes it."

"That feels good, I hope you enjoy it, but I'm going to look pretty funny waddling to the bedroom with My pants around my ankles," he says, smiling.

I drop to my knees and help him get his jeans over his feet. When I look up, his dick is staring me in the face. I reach out to stroke it some more. Feeling bold, I kiss it's head. Then I run my lips down the side of it. It jumps in my hand like it has a mind of it's own. Mike is breathing a little deeper.

Lisa drops down beside me. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" she asks me. "I'll show you how if you want."

"I've never done this before," I say to Mike, who is looking down at me with understanding.

"Take your time Meredith. Do whatever you want to do, but don't do anything you don't feel comfortable with," he says, "enjoy yourself...and me."

I nod to Lisa and she kisses me before taking his length in her mouth. There is a hitch his breathing as most of him disappears past her lips. She wraps her hand around what little isn't in her mouth and starts to move it in and out slowly. She stops halfway and he moans, She is doing something in her mouth. A minute later she pulls away and he pops out, slick and stiff.

"Right there I was running my tongue along the ridge of his head. He likes that," she says. "Would you like to try?"

"Can you breath when you're doing that?" I ask.

"I can usually breath fine," she says, smiling at my naivete "but if you have trouble, just back off some. Oh, and watch your teeth"

"It's all yours. Take your time, I'll warn you if I start to cum" Mike adds.

Good to know. Alright, here we go I think as I wrap my lips around his head. Wow, I've never had anything this big in my mouth before. At first I just suck on his head. Then I run my tongue under it like Lisa said. I can feel it jerk in my mouth and he gasps. He does like that. Note to self. After a minute or so of that I take in some more, slowly, until just before I feel my gag reflex kick in. His dick is only halfway in my mouth.

"Try not to over think it. The hornier you are, the deeper you can take it," she says. I feel her hands on me now. One on my left tit and one on my ass, both rubbing me, pulling on my nipples, running around my ass cheeks.

I wrap one hand around the base of his shaft and put my other hand on his hip so I can control the depth better. As Lisa makes me even hornier, I start suck his dick with enthusiasm. I let it glide out of my mouth and suck it back in again. Lather, rinse, repeat. Before long Mike is moaning almost non-stop. He puts his hands gently on the back of my head. Is he close to cumming? I think. Do I want him to cum in my mouth? This is only my first blow job after all. He did say he would warn me, so I continue lathering and rinsing. I soon realize I'm almost taking him as deep as Lisa was. She was right. I start to run my tongue around his head again. He grunts. I really am enjoying his enjoyment. It's nice to know I'm having that affect on him.