After living with Carl and Becca for more than half a year, I finally got an approved transfer and left my nearly permanent "on-the-road" status behind. Within the next two weeks, I found an apartment, signed a lease and began making plans to move in at the end of the month. Carl and Becca assured me they would help me make as smooth a transition as possible. They also made sure I understood that their home would continue to be open to me at all times.
A few nights later, I arrived home to the smell of lasagna in the oven. Walking into the kitchen, I saw Becca drying her hands on a hand towel. She had just finished making the Caesar salad to go with dinner. As had become our custom, I gave her a quick hug and kissed her. She told me to hurry and wash up; dinner was almost ready.
When I came back into the kitchen, Carl was rummaging in the refrigerator for the parmesan cheese and Becca was bent over pulling the lasagna out of the oven. I stood there for a moment enjoying the sight of her shorts stretched seductively across her backside before moving into the kitchen.
After dinner, Carl and I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes while Becca went to the living room. When we finished, I went to take a shower while Carl made his way to the living room. Becca sat up on the couch and made room for Carl to sit beside her. She had the remote control in hand, channel surfing on the television.
When I finished my shower, the channel surfing had come to a fruitless end and Carl had turned on some light instrumental music. I passed near the living room with my towel wrapped around me and noticed Carl and Becca cuddled together on the couch, kissing and caressing one another. Becca had pulled off her shorts and top, and Carl had a hand inside her panties fondling her. I stopped at the far edge of the living room observing them. Watching the two of them kiss while Carl fingered her had an arousing effect on me, and my cock began to rise beneath the towel. I knew better than to fight with the towel, and just tossed it over my shoulder, reaching down to stroke my cock as I continued to watch them.
It did not take long at all for my cock to get hard, and I continued to masturbate as Becca raised her hips, pushing her panties down and off of her body. As she kicked the thin undergarment from her feet, she saw me and smiled. She leaned back, said something to Carl and kissed him. Getting up from the couch, Becca announced she was going to take a bath and soak in the tub. Carl watched her as she walked out of the living room.
Becca walked straight to me, biting her lip. I watched her breasts bounce with each step, her nipples tight, hard buds.
"Save this for me," she said, taking my erection in her hand. "I want you to fuck me in a bit." She let go of my cock and went to take her bath.
When she was gone, Carl got up from the couch and walked toward me. He had almost completely undressed himself, now wearing only his boxers. He had granted his own erection freedom, and was stroking himself. He said he would be back in a couple of minutes; he was going to check on Becca.
I put on a pair of boxers, knowing I could have them off at a moment's notice, if need be. When Carl came back to the living room, he was naked, his cock jutting out from his body and looking as though it was wet from Becca sucking him.
Carl sat down on the edge of the sofa and leaned forward.
"Becca's going to come back in here in a few minutes," he said, "probably wrapped in a towel. Whatever she says or does, go with it."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember her saying she wanted her own threesome?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Tonight, she is really horny," he said, "and I have a feeling that the timing may be right for it."
"How are we going to do this?" I asked as he got up from the couch again.
He shrugged, "The woman of the house has yet to declare her specific desires and intentions. We studs in her stable are to simply serve at her whim." Carl walked back down the hallway, disappearing into their bedroom.
I sat there in my boxers, waiting to see what developed.
Several minutes later, Becca walked back into the living room, holding a towel loosely wrapped around her body. She frowned with a mock pout when she saw I was wearing boxers.
"I liked your other outfit much better," she said, "but you're okay for now." Sitting down in my lap, she released her hold on the towel, and it fell away from her breasts and threatened to expose her entire body to my prying eyes. Becca put her arms around my neck as she kissed me. Our lips closed together softly.
I wrapped my arms gently around her, feeling the warmth of her body against me as I locked my lips onto her lower lip, sucking it in gently. Our tongues connected, dancing gently together for a brief moment before we broke our kiss.
I bent down to kiss Becca's upper chest as she leaned back, and I noticed her nipples were erect; swollen and red from her husband sucking them. Eager to give her what she apparently wanted, I cupped her breast in my hand, molding it to raise the nipple up for me to suckle. Wrapping my tongue around her nipple as I took her breast into my mouth, I felt her draw in a deep breath. Continuing to suck her tits, I felt Becca throw open the towel the rest of the way and saw her move a hand down between her legs to finger herself. I rose from her breast to watch her give herself pleasure, and saw that her pussy was red and puffed with arousal. She had her middle finger buried in her sex with her index and ring fingers pressing down on her outer lips as she stroked herself. I ran my hand down her torso, caressing her ribcage, belly and lower abdomen, finally placing my hand on top of hers, and when she pressed down, I added to it with pressure from my hand. I slipped my hand underneath Becca, cupping her ass as I returned my attention to her breasts.
Becca's hand movements began to vary in rhythm, and I moved my hand to a position where my thumb sat at the top of her opening. She raised her leg that was against me and told me to stroke her with a pair of my fingers. I looked down at her sex as she guided my fingers into her pussy, and then I began a slow thrusting motion while she gently rubbed her clit.
"Yes... just... like that...,' she said, leaning her head back. "Oh..."
I pulled her to me to kiss her again as my fingers continued to move in and out of her. Becca was in another world with pleasure, and only passively responded to the attention from my lips. Her fingers were rolling her nipples, pinching them, and then releasing them as her hands cupped her breasts.
She tried to trap and still my hand between her legs as her orgasm neared, but I managed to keep my fingers in motion.
"Don't fight it," I told her, continuing to fondle her. Her eyes closed, she bit her lip and forced herself to open her legs back up. "Let yourself cum."
Carl walked into the living room, his cock still erect, stopping in front of us. Looking at his wife as she writhed in ecstasy, he reached down and placed his hands on her body, caressing her belly and running his hands up to cup her breasts. Becca looked up at him, and smiled as she panted. She moved her hands from her breasts, content to let her husband massage and suck her tits while I fucked her pussy with my fingers.
"Cum for us, baby," Carl said, moving between her legs. As he spread her legs a little farther apart, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and tasted the nectar of her womanhood. Carl lowered his head to her sex and began to dip his tongue in her wetness and lap at her clit. For the briefest of moments, it felt like Becca was slipping, and I caught her in my arms. When I was sure that she wasn't going to fall, I took her tits in my hands.
"Oh... I'm gonna cum, honey...," she said, looking down at her husband. "I'm gonna cum hard... oh, yeah... keep sucking me... ohhh..." Becca's body tensed, she threw back her head and covered my hands with hers as she shuddered in orgasm.
I held on to her, kissing her face, neck and shoulder as she passed through her climax. Becca draped her legs over Carl's shoulders as he slowed the pace of his oral ministrations. She ran her fingers through his hair as he tongued all around her pussy, lapping up her juices and caressed her hips.
Satisfied that his mission was complete, at least for now, Becca lowered her legs and Carl stood up in front of her. His cock remained hard and protruding, and Becca reached for it, cupping his balls in one hand and grasping his shaft in the other. He took a short step closer to accommodate her, and she leaned forward, taking his cock in her mouth. Watching Carl's cock disappear between his wife's lips, I realized that my own cock was hard with arousal, straining to gain freedom from my boxers, but unable to do so with her in my lap.
Becca appeared to have just found a good rhythm for fellating Carl when she released him from her mouth. She looked up at him as she continued to stroke him.
"I want to do this on our bed," she told him.
Carl stepped back and offered her a hand, which she took as she stood up. Becca turned to me as she continued to hold his hand, and reached down to rub my cock through the fabric of my boxers.
"Come join us," she said.
I didn't need encouragement to follow directions. I watched as they walked down the hallway toward their bedroom, Carl leading his wife by the hand, Becca's ass swaying seductively. I stood up, removed my boxers and followed them down the hall.
When I reached the doorway to their bedroom, Carl had taken up a semi-reclined position on the bed, laying in the middle, and Becca was settling into a spot where her ass would be in the air at the edge of the bed, while she bent forward to suck his cock. As I walked in, Carl continued to masturbate, his cock rigid in his hand while Becca waved me in, telling me to get behind her, but not to put my cock inside her yet. She leaned forward, wrapped a hand around Carl's shaft and began to suck him again. I knelt behind her and began gently stroking her ass and pussy, leaning forward to kiss the cheeks of her ass as I pressed a finger into her sex. Her pussy was really wet, practically dripping with wetness from her arousal.
I stood up to observe her sucking his engorged phallus, watching Carl close his eyes as his wife continued to pleasure him orally. I could tell she was using her tongue as a bed of ecstasy for the underside of his cock, something I had very fond memories of experiencing. While Becca continued to give head to her husband, I caressed her ass, softly rubbing and massaging the curves of her flesh. Slowly and deliberately, I penetrated her with my middle finger, placing my ring and index fingers outside the lips of her pussy and applying gentle pressure as I thrust into her.
"Ohhh...," she moaned, looking back at me. "You're not playing fair." Her hand pumped Carl's cock slowly. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock with her tongue. "I can taste you, baby," she said. "I want you to make me cum with your cock inside me," she told him.
"Climb onto my cock and let me fuck you," Carl said. "Lower that hot, wet pussy of yours onto my cock and ride me."
Becca walked on her knees and then straddled Carl, positioning his cock at her opening. She slowly lowered herself until she was coating the head of his penis with her nectar.
"After I cum, I'm gonna climb off of you," she said as she mounted him. Carl nodded. "Ohhh... and I think I'm gonna cum before too much longer." She bit her lip and closed her eyes, the pleasure assaulting her body as she raised and lowered herself on his cock.
