Ch. 6 the Mirror: Saturday Night

The world comes back to life in increments; soft light on the other side of my eyelids, Lisa's fingertips tracing circles on my back, the feel of her body up against me, warmth, and finally her voice.

"I think you tuckered her out babe," she whispers.

"Let her sleep, she earned it," Mike whispers back.

"I know. All those orgasms in a matter of hours will do that to you," she says, "especially when she's not used to it."

"When are you going to tell her," He asks. Tell me what, I wonder.

"Tell her what?" she says.

"That you love her," he replies, as calm as you please.

"I never said that I was in love with her," she whispers even more quietly.

She loves me? I try not to let my shock show. I feel warm inside.

"Lisa, it's all over your face every time you look at her. You look at me the same way," he says. "I know you well, you know."

Lisa is quiet, thinking. She has said more than once that Mike always seems to know how she felt about things even before she did herself. Maybe she hasn't yet realized how strongly she really feels about me.

Mike continues, "I don't mind. You are one of the most loving, caring people I know. You feel whole with me and her in your life, and I love you. The whole you."

"There's something about her I can't resist," she says after a minute.

"You have a thing for redheads with nice round bottoms apparently," he jokes.

She can't resist me? Nice and round, not huge? I am now positively glowing internally.

"She doesn't realize how nice her ass is," she says, "her ex really did a number on her self-image and her self-esteem took a nose dive. I think she's finally getting over that."

"Good," he says, "she ought to know how hot she is."

"Don't I know it." She lightly kisses me on the cheek.

"Well," Mike says, at full volume, "I'm going to go start on dinner. You two relax."

"Shhhh," Lisa says, "you'll wake her up."

"Honey she's been awake for a couple of minutes. You should pay more attention to your girlfriend," he chides. "You guys probably want to talk now." With that he steps out and shuts the door.

I can feel her eyes on me as I open mine. "Hi babe," I say, "how long have I been asleep?"

"Hey yourself," she says, kissing my lips. "About two hours sleeping beauty. Feeling rested?"

"Yes. Thanks for giving me a warm place to snuggle. I was very comfy." I pull her arms around me tighter. I wonder if we're going to talk about what Mike said.

The elephant in the room swishes its tail, turns its huge head to look at both of us and lays it's trunk on the bed, tapping the end impatiently as if to say, "well, now what?"

"About what Mike says," Lisa starts, and then stops, not knowing how to finish.

I finish it for her. "He said that I deserved my nap. That I make you whole. That you love me. Oh yeah, and that I have a nice round bottom."

She puts her forehead against mine, "Mer I think I...no, I know that I love you. I really do. I've felt it for a while."

She loves me. Yes! "I love you too babe," I say, knowing it's true even as the words leave my mouth. "I've never been this happy, and I'm never happier than when I'm with you. I think about you constantly when we're apart, and I'm usually smiling like a goober when I'm doing it." We're both tearing up at this point. Good tears, of course. Tears of joy and relief.

"Oh, thank God," she says, kissing me again, fervently. We make out for a few minutes, our kisses mixed with I love you's. Lisa finally breaks contact, "come take a shower with me before dinner lover. I feel kinda sticky."

"Gladly...lover," I say, "I could use one myself."

We practically skip to the bathroom hand in hand. It's a large master bath with a stand-up shower and a big oval tub for two. The tan tiles are cold under my bare feet. As Lisa leans in to start the water I rub her back. When she's satisfied with its warmth, she leads me underneath the big rainfall style shower head. We hold each other close under the hot stream for a full minute before we start to clean each other from head to toe. Naturally we make out some more before we get out.

Mike knocks on the door as we're drying each other off. Lisa calls him in.

"Dinner is in the oven," he says, "and I'm going to jump in myself"

"You're welcome to whatever hot water is left," Lisa says before kissing him, "Thanks for cooking babe."

"My pleasure," he replies.

Lisa leads me into the bedroom, goes over to her dresser, the one with the girly stuff on it, and pulls out two long sleep shirts. "One for you, one for me," she says, "so we're not eating dinner naked."

She puts hers on, a close fitting white one with pink kittens all over it, and hands me a light green one. When I put it on and look down there's a picture of the Grinch's face on the front, right across my boobs. Must be a holiday leftover. "Your covered in cute little pink pussies and I get the Grinch who stole Christmas?"

"I'm doing you a favor. You wouldn't believe how much the Grinch turns Mike on." She's trying not to laugh.

"OK, fine. But you should know how much little pink kitties turn me off." I'm trying to sound irritated, but I end up smiling as I rap my arms around her and pull her onto the bed. We kiss thoroughly until Mike comes in wrapped in a towel. He soon has on some pajama pants and a T shirt.

"Dinner in ten ladies," he says, "I......Lisa did you really give her the Grinch shirt? That is so hot." He winks at me and steps out to prep the grub.

Lisa laughs out loud. "See, I told you so," she says, still laughing.

"I'm pretty sure he was kidding. But I'll wear your silly shirt on one condition."

"Making demands huh," she says, "what do you want you fiendish woman."

"Tell me you love me," I say, placing my hand on the side of her face, turning her lips toward mine.

"Meredith, I love you," she replies, "now kiss me some more before we eat."

That will not be a problem. We don't leave the bedroom until the plates are on the table.

When I sit down, there's a plate of what looks like chicken casserole in front of me and a big salad in the center of the table. It looks and smells delicious. "Wow Mike," I say, "you sure are multi-talented."

"Oh, it's nothing," he replies. Lisa clears her throat. "Actually, all I did was stick it in the oven and turn it on. My darling and forgiving wife prepped the casserole this morning. You can give me credit for the salad though."

"Ah. The truth shall come out," I say. "Don't worry, I'm still impressed." We dig in and the next fifteen minutes are filled with the sounds of three people, who most definitely have worked up an appetite, devouring dinner.

Under the table I can feel Lisa's legs rubbing against mine, footsies ensue. As soon as we're done eating Mike clears the table with a promise to return with dessert.

As soon as he's gone Lisa leans in and whispers, "So what did you think?"

I lean in too, "That was incredible. He really does know what he's doing. He's so much bigger than Randell, not that that's saying much, he felt really good inside me," I say. I can feel my face flush.

"It looked like a nice fit to me, you should try him up your ass," she adds right before he walks in.

I lean back, eyes wide and shaking my head, "I don't know about all that."

"Know about what?" he asks, placing small bowls of vanilla ice cream in front of both of us. There's chocolate syrup on top with a single cherry in the middle.

"Oh nothing, girl talk," Lisa answers, "thank you for dinner babe."

I already have a mouthful of ice cream so I can only nod in agreement. When that's gone, Lisa and I make a show of feeding each other our cherries for Mike. We make small talk for a bit longer. When he excuses himself to do the dishes my lover Lisa grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedroom. I assume more shenanigans are in order.

"Do you have any other positions you want to try," she asks me in the hallway.

"Actually, I'd love to try doggie style," I answer, blushing again. Something about being taken from behind while I'm on all fours seems very animalistic. Woof woof.

"I can arrange that," she says, "I'd love to see that myself." We're in the bedroom now. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me deeply. In no time my Grinch shirt is on the floor with her little pink kittens piled on top. She pats the bed, "Up you go lover, on all fours of course. Assume the position."

I turn my back to her and slowly crawl onto the bed, knowing she's watching my every move. When I'm in position she leaves me there waiting. I'm familiar with the ways she likes to build tension, so I wait. Soon I can feel her hand between my legs. No where else though, just one hand on my waiting pussy. As soon as I'm wet enough she slips some fingers inside me and holds them there. My back arches. A moan escapes my lips.

"I'm not going to move lover. You're going to have to rock back and forth on my fingers," she says. It's an interesting sensation. Nothing is touching my body anywhere except the bed and her fingers inside my pussy, three or four of them. This allows me to focus on the feeling of her opening me up without distraction. I start to rock back onto her and can easily feel the extra thickness as I swallow her fingers up. I pull forward and push back again. It's only a couple of inches of movement, but it feels like so much more. My pussy is drenched in short order.

"Very nice," Mike says from the doorway, surprising me. I turn my head. He's naked again, leaning against the door frame and stroking his now erect member.

Lisa says, "Would you like to take over hon?" Please say yes, I think. I love the feeling of her fingering me, but I want him to put that big dick in me, and then pull it out, and then shove it in, and then pull it out.........

"Absolutely," he says, "slide over sweety." Her fingers pull out of me, leaving me empty and wanting.

I feel him on the bed behind me and his hands on my hips. He enters me in one fluid motion, all the way to the hilt. I cry out. God that feels good. His hands pull me toward him, and it feels even deeper. Wow. Soon we set up a synchronized rocking motion. He is pulling me up against him hard and thrusting his hips forward as I rock back, driving himself deep inside my stuffed pussy. I'm crying out with every thrust.

Lisa is in front of me now. One of her hands finds my low hanging fruit, tweaking my nipples. Her other hand wraps itself in my hair and she pulls back, raising my face to hers. She's never pulled my hair like that during sex. In this context, though, it feels right. Good, actually. I'm moaning now. Her mouth finds mine, but it's hard to concentrate on kissing her, what with her husband drilling my box so thoroughly. She gives up on kissing and nuzzles my neck, still playing with my boobs.

Mike moves a hand to my shoulder, as if I'm trying to get away. I'm not going anywhere bub, not as long as you're still fucking me. I'm quickly getting lost in the throes of orgasm after orgasm washing over me. Mike's grunting, I'm moaning.

Lisa whispers in my ear, "Will you let him fuck your ass?"

I'm so hopped up on orgasm right now I readily agree, screaming, "Yes Yes,...O...M...F-ing...G!" as another multiple orgasm hits me. Woo hoo! When I can take no more, I lean forward, flat on my tummy. Mike slips out of me, still very hard. "You didn't cum?" I ask him.

"I've already cum twice today thanks to you. The next one will take a few," he answers, smiling. It was not a complaint.

Lisa is lying next to me, rubbing her hands up and down my still quivering body. Her fingers find my butthole and I'm so wet down there she slides one easily inside. This time instead of instantly clenching, I relax as soon as I realize what she's going to do. It feels good. I start to angle my butt upwards and squirm under her expert fingering. She slips in a second finger, and I moan.

I'm not sure I want Mike to put his big thing in there after all, but I did come here to try new things and I know he'll stop if it hurts. Lisa had told me she enjoys anal sex often. If it works for her, maybe it'll work for me. That's assuming he can work it in there at all. Fine. I'll do it. Impale me again kind sir, but this time stick it in my fanny.

Mike leans in to kiss her as she is probing my ass. She whispers something in his ear, and he puts his hard, wet dick in front of her face. From over my shoulder, I can see it disappear into her pretty mouth. She sucks it in deep several times. He moans. When she pulls back off of it, she looks back at me, "Tastes like you, very nice," she says, licking her lips, "I'll be right back."

"You better," I say. I want her right here next to me for what's coming up. She disappears into the closet and comes out with a small tube.

"It's lube," she explains. "It'll help it go in nice and easy."

"Nice and easy is good," I say, a little less apprehensive, "lube away." She squirts what I hope is enough lube onto her fingertips and rubs the cool gel around my butthole. Soon she's sliding two and even three fingers into my ass with no problem at all. I relax to open up as she goes deeper. I moan with pleasure, so good so far. She pulls my right leg up so I'm almost laying on my side and I feel Mike climb over me, straddling my left leg. I can feel his hands caressing my thighs, butt, and lower back. Lisa buries her fingers in my ass one last time and then pulls them out slowly, leaving my butt felling strangely empty.

"You ready babe?" she asks me.

"Sure, I think," I say. Feeling both unsure and bold, I reach back and pull my cheeks open.

"Let me know if you want me to stop Ok," Mike says. I nod. Soon I feel his head pressing against my back door, firmly but gently. I breathe deep and relax. He slides into my opening slowly. I can feel myself wrap around the head of his dick, stretching me out. He stops once it's halfway in to give me time to adjust to the girth. As I get used to it, the tightness is replaced by pleasure.

Lisa lays down next to me, her face next to mine. "Do you want more?" she whispers.

I can only nod my head. She nods at Mike, and he continues his journey into the center of Meredith, fractions of an inch at a time. He's sliding in easier now. Thank you, Mr. Lube. I find myself moaning. Lisa holds my free hand and locks eyes with me. Before long, my ass is absolutely stuffed with big hard Mike. Deep, oh so deep. Holy shit, this feels good.

He pulls out slowly and I actually whimper. He soon sets up a slow deep rhythm. He leans forward and puts his hands on the bed on either side of me and leans down to plant kisses on my back as he thoroughly fucks my rear-end. Lisa kisses me deeply. One of her hands slides down between my legs and starts to rub my pussy. Soon she moves down to take one of my tits in her mouth.

Mike starts to lay it in hard and I'm pushing back to meet him with every thrust. Between Lisa next to me, rubbing my pussy and sucking on my boob, and Mike above me screwing my puckered orifice like his life depends on it, I can't do anything but writhe in ecstasy, grunting, moaning, and crying out all the while.

"I'm gonna cum," Mike says into my ear as he fucks me harder and faster. I can barely hear him through the animal-like noises coming out of my own mouth as I'm about to have my own orgasm. When I feel Mike cumming deeply into my ass as Lisa is strumming my clit like a guitar string and flicking her tongue over my hard left nipple I am sent over the top. My body spasms and shakes uncontrollably and I scream as another set of multiple orgasms hits me, one right after the other.

"Wow babe," Lisa says, after I've calmed down enough to hear her, "I could watch you cum all day."

"You pretty much have," I say, breathless. "Aside from lunch and dinner I've practically had a non-stop orgasm since I got here. I'm making up for lost time I guess."

"I'm glad we could do this for you," she says, "and I've enjoyed every second of it."

"I'm glad we could do this to you," Mike quips. We all laugh.

"Good. I have had a hell of a time myself," I reply as I feel Mike pull his very spent tool out of my butt, which feels very vacant now. We all lay there on the big bed in the quiet for a few minutes. I'm re-playing my favorite moments of the afternoon in my mind, which is pretty much all of them. Lisa's arms are wrapped around me, and I feel completely satisfied and content...and sticky. I'm going to need another shower, I think.

An hour later, we're all cleaned up again and sitting on the couch listening to the radio in the kitchen, Def Leopard is on for now. We're all in our PJ's again. The Grinch is growing on me.

I'm sitting in the middle with a huge photo album in front of me. Lisa and Mike are showing off their kids. Their daughter, Emerald, (Emmy for short), is the oldest at six and is a mini-Lisa complete with her own set of strikingly beautiful green eyes. Her brother Dalton, the four-year-old, looks like Mike, but with Lisa's hair color and nose.

"They are both adorable," I say.

"Yeah, when they're sleeping," Mike says, his eyes and smile giving away his pride.

"Oh stop." Lisa is grinning too, her eyes on a picture of the two kids. Emmy is smiling at the camera and Dalton is staring off into space with his finger up his nose. "We'll have to introduce you to them." She says.

"I'd love that," I say, "I love kids."

We continue to look at photo albums for a while, sipping on red wine. Lisa is cuddled up against me as I turn the pages. Mike is singing softly to the Journey that's now playing. Soon I have to stifle a yawn. It's dark outside and the clock on the wall reads 10:10.

"Sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired. I even took a nap earlier," I say.

"It's Ok hon," Lisa replies, "I know exactly why you're tired. We wore you out. You should be tired. I'm a little tired myself." She kisses me on the cheek. "Would you like to go curl up in bed with me?"

"That," I say, "sounds lovely. What about him," I add, nodding toward Mike.

"I'll be along shortly," he says. "I'm gonna flip channels for a few first."

Lisa grabs my hand and leads me down the hall once more. We are soon under the covers, sleep shirts on the floor yet again. We're wrapped in each others' arms and we kiss softly for a few.

"I'm so glad you invited me over," I say, "I love you."

"No prob babe," she says, smiling at me in the dim light. "I love you too."

We kiss a little more and I fall fast sleep in her arms.

I open my eyes to the morning sun shining around the curtains, and to the soft moans of Mike, who I vaguely remember climbing into bed sometime after I passed out. I can feel the bed move behind me so I can only assume Lisa is pleasuring her man. A little pre-breakfast treat I suppose. I turn around slowly so as not to disturb them and sure enough, I'm looking at Lisa's lovely back end as she is leaned over her hubby.

Mike is laying back with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. I get comfortable, it's my turn to watch. Lisa's is expertly sucking on him. I can see his hard dick disappear into her mouth. I'm getting a little turned on. She works him over for a few minutes before coming up for air.

"Mind if I watch," I ask.

"Hey there, I hope we didn't wake you up. You can do more than watch. You can take over for a sec if you want. I have to take a pee break," she says.

"Sure thing babe," I reply. She slides off the bed and I take her place.

Mike looks down at me, "tagging in huh? Do your worst. I can take it."

"Can you?" I say right before I slip my lips over his head and fill my mouth with him.

"You'll never get any information outa me," he says, "but that does feel good."

I stop long enough to say, "I had a really good teacher." I lower my mouth back onto him and soon I can feel one of his hands in my hair and the other one on my back. Lisa comes back in and admires my handy work for a sec before climbing back on the bed and straddling Mike's face.