The smoothing quiet bass of the music coming from the speakers in the living room awoke me with a start. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 2 a.m. I looked to my left and saw that my wife, Lacey, had not yet join me in bed. She had begged for a night of dancing with two friends and I told her it was okay with me: a wish that I cursed myself for having granted.
As I left the master bedroom and made my way into the living room, the familiar sound of my wife's gasping breath whenever she was feeling sexually aroused, greeted me with a starling shock. Fear began to fill my head with thoughts that perhaps my wife had had too much to drink and had been brought home by a devious male who wanted sex as a payment for doing her this favor. Imagine my surprise, when I turned the corner and switched on the light to see my curvy wife being pleasured not by a male lover, but being touch from both sides of the couch by her two friends, Latasha and Monique.
"What the fuck?" were the only words that could come out of my mouth. Lacey looked at me with a smile on her face and said, "It is about time." She got up and gave me a kiss. Her natural blue eyes, (which always accentuates her milk chocolate skin), lit up as she whispered to me that her friends had wanted to know what it was to have a white male lover. She had agreed to let them find out. I heard a giggle from her friends and looked over at them.
Both women had their skirts pulled up to reveal that their panties were no longer on. Latasha, the darker of the two, had her right index finger moving up and down over her shaven pussy. With a slight movement, she moved the folds of her pussy lips apart to reveal the wetness dripping. Monique on the other hand, had ebony skin. She spread her legs so that I could see that she had left a slight trim of hair above her pussy. I gasped at the sight of the two women and parted my lips, slightly running the tip of my tongue.
My wife kissed me and said, "I guess you are okay with it." She lowered herself to her knees and began to pull my pajama bottoms down. She then pulled out my cock for her friends to see. I could see from the looks of their faces, that they were pleased at the size of my hard cock. She began to suck on my cock, twirling her tongue on the sensitive part of the tip of my cock. I began to moan. She continued this for a few minutes until Monique ask her if she may try. "Be my guest," replied my wife as she moved to the coach.
Monique crawled forward on her knees and reach out to grab my cock. She began to lick my now fully erect cock with her tongue. She teased me for several seconds before engulfing my cock with her mouth. She then began to bob her head back and forth, as she drenched my penis with her saliva. I closed my eyes as I moaned, "Yes baby, suck my cock...oh god that feels so good. Mmmm yeah."
After a couple of minutes of this, she got up, kissed me on the lips, and began to slowly dance her body towards mine. She wrapped her right arm around my neck and leaned her body back with her pussy resting against my raging hard-on. I reached down and moved my penis up and down her clit. She shuddered and took a deep breath as I slowly moved my cock to her opening. I lifted my cock into her and slowly began to penetrate her wet pussy. She moved her body closer until the edge of her pelvis touched my balls.
As Monique and I began to finalizing the movements to our sexual dance, I noticed that my wife had moved her body so that she was on her back on the couch. Latasha climbed on top of Lacey to form a sixty-nine position. Latasha moved her mouth and began to kiss the pubic region of my wife's body. I could see Lacey gasping for breath as Latasha moved her tongue down to Lacey's pussy. She inserted her tongue causing Lacey to involuntary move her head into Latasha pussy. Lacey instinctively began to lick Latasha's pussy. Both women were now in the throes of their own passion.
Realizing that I had a beautiful woman with her body press tightly against mine and needing me to move, I took a deep breath and lifted Monique in the air. I could feel her wetness dripping down my cock. I moan in ecstasy as I began to move her towards the wall. There was a thump as the books from the shelves fell. I pressed Monique against the wall and began to slowly thrust my penis up her pussy. I hear her gasp and moan. I began to grind to the rhythm of the music that was playing in the background; each thrust meeting the beat of the music. As the speed of the beat increased so did the thrusting of my penis. Monique held on to me tightly; I could feel her nails digging into my back as I heard her moaning, "Yes...Yes... Yes.... Fuck me.... Harder....Oh yes."
I complied with her wishes and fucked her as hard as I could. I felt her body becoming more tensed as she moved closer to an orgasm. She lifted herself off my penis and let it rub against her clit. She let out a moan. I look down and saw that she was squirting her pussy juice all on over my cock. The warm sensation began to flow downward and drenched my balls. This triggered my own orgasm and I began to do some squirting of my own, releasing my semen on her trimmed pussy...watching the hot white jism covered her pelvis.
I lowered Monique down and let her catch her breath. I kissed her and thanked her for letting me fucked her. She whispered that the show was not over and said that I still had some more work to do. She told me to bring my cock to her mouth. I did as I was told to do. She began to lick and suck my cock. I asked her if she liked tasting her pussy on my dick. She moaned that she did.