AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex between fictional adults. If it's not your cup of tea, please feel free to move on. Thanks for reading!
MY NIGHT
The next day passed without note; it was the planned day off, and we pursued normal vacation activities, and spent the night together as we had in the past. Sue moved a little gingerly most of the days, eliciting looks from all of us, but to our word, there was no spoken conversation about what had gone on the last two nights, or what would occur in the next two. Everyone relaxed and rested, and the only real tension was the unspoken conversation that we all held in our heads. At least I think we all did. I know I did. Memories of Sue's face as she got DP'd by me and Mike kept appearing. Her face covered in his semen as she took my load in her mouth, her dirty, filthy sex-talking mouth. Wild imaginings of what might have happened on Mike's night. And of course, what I had planned for my night.
The next morning and afternoon passed as the day off had, just hanging and relaxing. Marybeth had added to my list of things to do. As the afternoon hit, I started to get antsy, like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. It started to show around two, and everyone began snickering good-naturedly at my anticipation. At three o'clock I excused myself, gave a note to Sue and one to Marybeth, and went to shower and prepare.
At four I was in our room, in dress pants and shirt. Sue brought Marybeth from Marybeth's room, where they had gotten ready. They looked fabulous, in elegant skirts and blouses, hair and makeup done as though going out to dinner. I poured glasses of champagne, our one cocktail for the day, and we chatted as friends, all the while passing smoldering looks at each other. The ladies sat next to each other, while I reclined on the bed. Finally, drink finished, I took their glasses, and sat on the edge of the bed, facing them. I asked them to stand. I looked them over, drinking in the vision of these two hot women who were about to fulfill some of my most exciting dreams. Using the remote, I started the stereo, a soft romantic love song.
"Dance," I told them, "not dirty. A slow dance, sexy." I remembered my rule contribution, 'no saying no', and thought myself a genius.
They turned to each other and embraced. I'd seen them dance together many times, when Mike and I needed a break or were getting drinks, and they didn't want to rest. But always the pop dance tunes, and I'd often imagined them slipping into each other's arms, like lovers, swaying to a slow tune, each matching the others rhythm. And they did not disappoint tonight, holding each other, heads on shoulders, hands lightly caressing backs and arms. Sue only came up to Marybeth's neck, and planted light kisses there. That's hot, my dick told me. Marybeth made the first overt move, dropping her hand as they turned, cupping Sue's ass. As the song ended, they kissed, lightly, lips only, but a long, tender one, eyes closed. They held each other and waited for me.
"Sue," said, "stand behind Marybeth. A little to the side, so I can see you." Sue moved as instructed. "I want you to undress Marybeth. Take your time, do it slowly, take the time to appreciate her as you expose her to us."
Marybeth's eyes burned into mine as Sue's hands slid from Marybeth's waist up to her shoulders, caressing, gliding delicately over her breasts, and finally to her neck, her fingers touching lightly; the tendons, the muscles, the collarbone. Then to her shirt, undoing the buttons one at a time, a hand slipping inside the open shirt to cup a breast; an exposed shoulder, a shirttail pulled out, a smooth belly, a lace bra. Down her arms, stroking, raising gooseflesh as her nails stroked the skin on the back of Marybeth's arms, all the while Marybeth's eyes riveted on mine, watching me watch her. Sue bent down then, removing Marybeth's shoes, supporting her as she stepped down out of the three-inch heel, then stroking her bare legs to where her skirt began. Standing again, I could now see Sue's face over Marybeth's shoulder, and she kissed the skin there, moving slowly to Marybeth's neck, lingering in the soft place between neck and shoulder.
I almost didn't recognize Sue, having never suspected that she was capable of physically appreciating another woman's body. This wasn't the hyper-slut I'd met two nights ago, nor the horny, self-confident woman I have known and regularly had sex with. This wasn't even the tender, loving sensuous woman I often made love to. She was showing me another facet to a woman I thought I knew before. I was not complaining.
As she pulled back from the kiss, Marybeth's bra became loose, and fell forward, exposing her beautiful full breasts and brown nipples. Sue's hands slipped it down her arms, and then returned up, to cup and heft her ample mounds, her thumbs flicking across the nipples, raising them from the tiny dark ring surrounding them. Marybeth reacted slightly, but never removed her eyes from mine. Sue's hands lingered at Marybeth's breast. Stroking the sides, pinching the nipples, before dropping to her sides, resting on her hips, reaching around to stroke under her ribs, her stomach, to the waistband of her skirt. They paused there, hesitant, then moved down, pressing down the front of the skirt, separating, following the line of each leg to mid thigh, then slowly moving together, bunching the skirt between Marybeth's legs. And then moving hesitantly up, pressed to the insides of her thigh, to where they met her hips, and lingering, finger moving, pressing into the flesh beneath two layers of clothing. Finally they moved away, to disappear behind her, and the skirt loosened, and Sue's hands guided it over Marybeth's hips, leaving her standing in a pair of lace panties, tiny and feminine. I looked at Marybeth, and she looked at me, and then her eyes darted to the tent in my pants, and back to my eyes, smiling now.
Sue was on her knees behind Marybeth, her face even with our friend's hips; she peeked from behind her to see me, and my eyes met hers. Her tongue slipped from between her lips, and she licked Marybeth's hip, just above the top of her panties. And then her hands slipped under the side, and began a slow descent, rolling them down, over the swell of her hips, exposing the shaved 'v' of her sex, pausing; then pulling them away from the smooth lips, and sliding them forever down Marybeth's long legs, to settle at her ankles. She rested there, reclining her face against Marybeth's thigh, one hand wrapped behind her, holding the leg from the inside, the other across her own body, stroking the leg on the front, slipping higher, and higher, until it reached her pussy, and it worked between her legs. Her fingers played there, touching another woman for the first time, watching me watch her as her fingers felt heat, touching moisture in another woman.
She pulled the hand away, brought it slowly to her lips, kissed her fingertips. My God, what a sexy woman she was. I was hard as a rock, and I couldn't tell if my heart or my cock yearned for her more. She stood then, still to Marybeth's side, and her hand went to Marybeth's face, and she pulled her into a loving kiss, hot and slow, tongues visible and teasing, then she stepped closer, pressing Marybeth's full naked body to hers, her arms behind her, around her. She broke the kiss and lowered her face to Marybeth's chest, and licked a nipple before sucking it into her mouth, playing with it as her fingers pulled and twisted the other. Marybeth moaned, and her head dropped back, her mouth open, her hands in Sue's hair, holding her head to her chest. Sue moved to the other nipple, her fingers playing with the first, still wet with her saliva.
She stopped then, and pulled back, and holding Marybeth's hand, she took a slight bow, ending her performance.
"That," I squeaked, and cleared my throat. "That was incredible." They looked at me, one dressed, one naked. "Marybeth, you look fabulous. But Sue appears to be overdressed. Could you help her out?"
Her face broke into a hungry grin. "I thought you'd never ask," she intoned, and moved behind Sue, who faced me. I watched her arms snake around the front, one to her chest, one between her legs, and she manhandled Sue, giving her pussy a forceful rub, squeezing her tits. I heard her growl in anticipation of stripping my wife. Not for the first time I imagined them together, both naked, licking each other, Marybeth the aggressor, Sue timid but eager. She was kissing Sue's neck, sucking on the tendons, and moved to her ear. Sue squirmed, but held still, allowing her friend to have her way with her, arousing her, her thighs squeezed together, trapping Marybeth's hand. Then Marybeth pulled back, began undoing the blouse, unbuttoning, pulling it away, almost too quickly, exposing my wife's half cup bra encasing most of her small breasts. Marybeth'a hand slipped inside one cup, fondling her roughly, pulling the breast out, squeezing it, showing me the pink, swollen nipple and areole, before pinching it, softly; then pulling hard, eliciting a squeak from Sue. Her hands came to the front, undoing the clasp there, and pulled the cups and straps from her, leaving her topless. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths as one hand caressed her breasts, the other behind her, unseen. The hand in front moved then, disappearing behind Sue, and her skirt opened and fell to the floor, puddled at her ankles. Marybeth stayed behind her, dropping to her knees, and her hands reached for the boyshorts Sue wore, and began pulling them down. Before her pussy was exposed Marybeth pulled Sue's hips backwards, and Sue gasped at whatever Marybeth was doing to her exposed ass.
