The night had been unbelievable. Truly unbelieveable. In fact, I think I'm still trying to figure out at what point I truly registered that any of it was happening. Maybe I wasn't too surprised when Samantha made her first move; we'd been flirting enough and drinking enough for one of us to let our guard down. But for my wife to watch us have sex? And get off on it? I wasn't completely surpised because clearly some of that had been out at the club in Vegas and in the bedroom listening to Elle's audio. I guess when you are given an opportunity to completely let your guard down like she had been, you completely give yourself over to whatever desire is running through your body.
I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true; being able to throw away all of her inhibitions while her wildest fantasy was fulfilled right in front of her took my wife to... another level or another place or something. While Samantha was riding me, I caught a glimpse of her and she looked like someone completely different. Not that she was always demure and innocent when we were together, but that look in her eyes was wild, and it didn't go away with her orgasm because as I was coming all over Samantha, she looked... well, she looked hugry, which is why she went to town on those cum soaked tits.
Man, that was so fucking hot. Even now, I can close my eyes and see it and I start to get hard. Had I not just been completely spent, I probably would have. And once I did, I could have stood up, walked over, and put myself between them, but something told me that it was something that I was supposed to sit back and watch. Even then, though, the two women weren't putting on a show for me; as they kissed and explored one another, I realized that it was more like they were letting me watch them. Within moments, they had completely forgotten I was in the room.
That, believe it or not, was fine. I watched the way they passionately kissed one another and the look on my wife's face as her friend went down on her. Yes, I certainly watched both women's bodies, but the smile on her face was one of the sexiest things I saw the entire night, and that scream when she came made me hope they had something else in store for me after they were done with one another.
Suffice to say, they definitely did.
Samantha was moaning and I was stroking myself while staring at my wife's round ass, which was tilted up and pointed in my direction while she ate her friend's pussy. More specifically, I was staring at her swollen lips, which had already been licked and fingered and looked so... wanting, and I ... well, I wanted to. Instead, as Samantha bucked and came, I just sat back and pumped my cock with my hand.
It was when I said "Holy shit" that they remembered I was still in the room. In fact, they actually looked surprised for a second and then had to giggle. It was kind of funny, I guess. But then they shared a conspiratorial glance and my wife smiled and stood up. As she walked toward me, she swung her hips and I took her entire body in--her ample tits, the curve of her ass, her bare pussy, and that same look she'd given me time and again when she was up to something. Perhaps it was time for us to show off for her friend.
She sat next to me on the couch and started kissing me, a hint of Samantha on her tongue along with her own arousal. And speaking of Samantha, she sat in the chair and watched for a few moments before she decided to get up and sit on my other side and kiss my throat. Her tongue and breath were hot against my skin and made me kiss my wife even harder. That is, until I turned around and kissed her. And unlike when we'd first kissed earlier in the night, there was no hesitation; my tongue didn't gently slide into Samantha's mouth, it flew in. She pressed her hand into my chest and I drew her closer to me, while on my other side, my wife took her turn at my throat and neck.
When I decided she needed attention again, I began kissing her, and soon I found myself alternating between the two of them, tasting each of their soft tongues. Both women became more passionate every time we kissed, and their hands moved up and down my chest and stomach before eventually sliding over my dick. Samantha began playing with my balls and I broke off a kiss with my wife and took a deep breath, then kissed her. My wife responded by kissing my throat while wrapping her hand around my shaft. When she started stroking, I kissed her hard as a way to signal approval. Then, she broke off the kiss and slid her way down my body and off the couch.
I sat back and sighed as she started licking up and down my shaft while Samantha continued to massage my balls. It was so fucking amazing, and just when I thought I couldn't be more aroused, she took me into her mouth. Earlier, Samantha had put my entire length down her throat all at once; this, however, was deliberately slow. My wife went just past the head at first and stopped to suck on it, then licked around the tip, being sure to squeeze my head with her hand to get a bead of precum into her mouth. Then, satisfied with her work so far, she went a little further, then a little further, and then all the way down, making sure she slowly sucked the length of my shaft each time she came up. This, if I can brag about her talents, was her specialty, and it always brought me right to the edge. She was deliberate with each motion, teasing me each time and almost daring me to shoot my load into her mouth.
But as much as I could have, I knew she had something else planned and wasn't going to let me come so quickly, even if Samantha was going to make it tough to resist with her hand on my balls. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, trying to block out everything else. Samantha took her hand off my balls and placed it on my chest then kissed me again. I responded by sliding my hands over her tits and when we broke off, she sat up a little more and put them in my face. I licked each of her nipples and she took a deep breath and pressed her body harder against mine, squeezing my chest with one hand and my head with the other, burying me in her tits. Meanwhile, my wife kept sucking my dick and slid her hand over my balls, squeezing them for a moment before rubbing my taint. I tilted my hips and slid further down her mouth toward her throat. She responded by bobbing up and down faster and going just as deep each time, which forced me to stop kissing Samantha and say, "Oh fuck that feels good."
"She looks really hot right now," Samantha said.
"I know," I replied, and we sat and watched her for a few moments until she took her mouth off my dick with a "pop".
"Having fun?" Samantha teased.
My wife stood up and pressed me back into the couch. She kissed me and then Samantha, drawing her close right in front of me. Their breaths were heavy and both women were devouring one another the same way they had when they were across the room. I slid my hands down their backs and over their asses while feasting my eyes on their passionate kiss and large breasts and smelling their sweat and arousal. That alone was making me ache.
Sensing this, my wife broke off the kiss and while trying to catch her breath, asked, "You want her again?" She kissed me again before I could respond and added, "You want to make her come again?"
I nodded.
"Let's make her come."
She stood up and took Samantha's hand, then directed her to sit on my dick again, this time facing away from me. Samantha spread her legs and sat all the way down in my lap, taking my cock as deep as it would go. It was even more amazing than earlier, and she began riding back and forth. For a moment, I thought back to Ashley in Vegas and how she'd slid her gorgeous ass over my cock, then how my wife fucked me the same way back in our hotel room. I leaned back and let out a moan, then slid my hands up her body and began squeezing her generous tits.
