Eric and Rose
For a minute I couldn't breath because the pussy I was working on with my mouth and tongue had suddenly pressed down and cut off my airflow. I immediately recognized that Ellen was experiencing a whopper of an orgasm. Her muscular thighs were clamping down on my head and I had to pull her knees out and away so I could get some air. It wasn't entirely her fault because Beth who was perched on my cock had pinched Ellen's nipples as she strained for another orgasm. That pulled Ellen's trigger which in turn caused her normally soft and supple thighs to turn into a velvet vice.
"Oh fuck I'm sorry Eric. This cunt just tried to twist off my nipples and combined with your magical tongue, you two gave me the orgasm of the decade."
Using the headboard as an aid. Ellen lifted herself off my face and lay back down next to me as Beth continued to do her cowgirl thing. She was in sort of a trance as she moved sensuously up and down and around on Little Eric.
"I'm sorry guys, I just love playing with Ellen's tits so much that I got carried away. Hope I didn't hurt either of you."
I waved to her that I was OK but couldn't talk because Ellen was in the process of claiming my mouth that had just vacated her vagina. She is one of the better kissers that I have encountered and the way her silky smooth body was moving against mine gave me as much of a thrill as the other pussy stroking my cock.
Threesomes and larger groupings are difficult to describe and believe it or not are sometimes difficult to participate in. One of the problems is the complex mix of moving body parts. You have to be constantly aware of what appendage is where and am I hurting or pleasuring my companions. The sex of your companions is also important, at least for me. I greatly prefer female to male partners because frankly I dislike male parts in my face and I adore women's. I find it hard to go wrong with two foxy ladies. There's always something to kiss, nibble, lick or probe with digits or dick. If a guy is involved you have to be very careful unless you are bi which I am definitely not. Frankly I don't have any issues with bi or gay folks. I just don't want to share a dick with them.
I also have found that its not really important that I get off a lot with the ladies. Oh sure I'll cum a couple of times during every session but its more fun for me to keep a nice hard on and give the ladies their money's worth. In addition, I like to save a little something for my lady love at the end of the evening. Reuniting with one's partner is important after she's fucked other men. When they fall asleep that night you want them thinking about your cock, not someone else's.
And speaking of fucking other men, Beth's partner Ted was groaning from the other bed as he was having one of his highly vocal orgasms. It was relevant to me because he was pounding into my wife Rose doggie style. She paused in her fellatio of Ellen's husband Richard and his impressive dick glistened patiently while Ted shot off. He was patient because he didn't want any accidents with his favorite appendage and he knew Rose would continue the blow job as soon as she finished the orgasm that Ted had triggered.
Ellen and I paused our kiss to watch Ted rearing back, his whole upper body flushed as he pulsed jet after jet of semen into Rose's vagina. His hands were gripping her ivory hips so tightly that I was sure she would be sporting fingermarks as battle damages.
As Ellen watched Ted spouting she said to me.
"God I hope he didn't grab her too tightly. When he is fucking a pussy as beautiful as your wife's he just gets carried away. She certainly is such a pretty woman. You really scored big time when you netted her."
"Don't I know it. Every day I'm thankful that she's my partner."
Despite the fact that my beautiful wife had a mouth full of another man's cock and a vagina full of another's, I felt a rush of love and affection for her. I also still got a little pang of jealousy seeing her with others but I have finally learned that no matter what, she loves me and only me. We both get pleasure from others but it is only sex. It took a long time to fully come to grips with that phenomena and this tale is the story of our trip from naive virgins to seasoned swingers.
My name is Eric Williams. I am a consultant and investor and I'm retired from the engineering and corporate world. My wife had many occupations in and around the Arts and is now a full time watercolor artist. We live in suburban Chicago. I am 40 years old and a relatively fit six foot, 175 pounds. Rose is 39, gym rat fit at 5'4", 115 pounds. On the attractiveness scale I would rate myself definitely not ugly and Rose as holy fuck beautiful. She will agree to girl next door cute but what she doesn't see is a natural beauty and sensual attractiveness that gives me a twinge every time I see her. That glowing sensuality that she radiates now was in hiding when we first met 22 years ago.
We met on a blind date her Freshman year at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. She was the shirt tail relative of my roommate and was from some little farm town in the southwest part of the state. According to my Rooms, she was supposed to be cute and a little shy. This was her first extended period away from a conservative farm home. I was starting my sophomore year and I had already begun the process of breaking out from my own conservative upbringing.
My roommate Chad, his girlfriend Gale and I picked up Rose at her dorm at noon on a beautiful clear Saturday to walk to Camp Randall for the game. My first impression of her was agreement with Chad that she was very cute but painfully shy and withdrawn. As we walked to the stadium I tried a dozen different topics but had trouble getting more than two or three word responses. Chad didn't have much better luck even when he brought up family references.
Once in the student section the time for conversation had ended and the momentum of the band, game, student cheers, orchestrated vulgarity and a winning team took over right to the end of the game and the band leading the student body back to State Street. From time to time I yelled a comment to Rose but she was so soft spoken I couldn't make out her responses.
Being a Saturday afternoon in Madison we and about 50,000 other students hit the brat and beer bars where 99% of us were served regardless of the fact that 21 was the legal drinking age. Chad and I of course had our fake ID's which is mandatory at Wisconsin and Gale and Rose just stayed in our booth. I later discovered that this was her first beer ever. Her family was fundamentalist Christian and apparently against everything that was modern and fun.
One beer had Rose laughing and really talking first to Chad and then to Gale and finally with a blush to me. On her second beer she started to slur a little bit and I boldly took the bottle away from her. She started to protest but then got a funny look on her face and Gale hustled her off to the ladies room. I finished off the beer and mine and waited for the girls to come back. They were gone for quite a while and when they came back Rose was a little white faced and so I stood up and asked her if she wanted me to walk her back to her dorm. The poor girl was a little disoriented but I just took her hand and guided her through the crowd and out onto State Street.
'Take some deep breaths Rose and you'll feel a lot better."
She nodded and did as I directed and low and behold it seemed to help.