Our sexual triangle remained largely at a status quo for the next week or so. My wife Kelly and I were fucking every night, something that had never happened with us even when we were dating. Not only was the quantity exceptional, but the quality was also as good as any man could ask for. Kelly was wearing sexy lingerie frequently. In fact, hardly a day went by when she wasn't wearing something that set my loins to twitching. Similarly, her makeup, hair, and perfume were amazing at all times. She was also quite consciously driving me wild by smoking sexily around me whenever possible.
Her appearance was fabulous, and her attitude and approach toward sex had also gotten very exiting. She was constantly trying to find new ways to arouse me more, not that I needed any additional assistance there. She was sucking or touching my cock far more regularly than in the past, where a short blowjob followed by sex was typical. Normally fairly vocal during sex, her naughty fantasizing had taken a big jump, and now she often talked about me fucking Melissa or eating her cream-filled pussy, or teasing my desire to do her with another man by talking about sucking a hard cock while I fucked her.
And then there was Melissa. In some ways, she was very different than Kelly. Long blonde hair as opposed to Kelly's shoulder length brunette tresses. Smaller breasts. A tendency towards glossy pink lips and blue eye shadows where Kelly liked darker browns and reds. Pierced nipples and clitoral hood.
But in other ways, they were so much alike. They both loved to tease in sexual ways, without being slutty. They both smoked sexily. And I was fucking both of them in my marriage bed.
It wasn't cheating, of course. Kelly had firmly pushed us together, and in fact only twice had I slept with Melissa that Kelly wasn't present. She had made it very clear that she didn't want to be there the first time, but wanted to hear all of the details. The second had happened a few days ago when Kelly got stuck working late, as had happened a few times recently. But we had also fucked twice with Kelly there, either watching or participating. Plus, I had gotten to watch Kelly's first bisexual encounter with her sexy friend not long ago!
So all in all, the past several weeks had been very good to me, especially the most recent ones. However, even with all of the excitement I had experienced thus far, I was truly just at the beginning of my discoveries, I began to realize.
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It was Saturday afternoon. The work week had been very stressful in that mixed good and bad way: good because our client roster was expanding rapidly and we were preparing for software installations as fast as we could manage them; bad because we simply couldn't train people quickly enough to take the pressure off of the existing staff. Hence my need for some relaxation, with my feet up on the coffee table and a beer in my hand. I looked to my right where Kelly lay on the couch reading a home decorating magazine. She was intensely sexy even when she wasn't doing anything special, I thought - although she knew me well enough to easily pass on the subtle cues that would get me excited, without making it seem obvious.
Now, for example, she had simply clipped her shower-damp hair up in a twist behind her head, letting it fall as it may across her neck. She was braless under an oversized long sleeve T-shirt that was thin enough to reveal the dark circles of her areolas and the raised bumps of her nipples. Other that that she wore only a pair of pink cotton panties that I was able to see whenever the hem of her shirt rode up her thigh. In other words, she was dressed for comfort, but in a way that sent a gentle pulse of blood through my cock every time I look at her.
She saw my glance and smiled at me, blowing me a kiss. Then, as if entirely by coincidence, she reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and lit one. Without so much as another glance in my direction, she proceeded to smoke the entire cigarette while casually reading. Of course it kept me completely aroused and sneaking looks at her.
The whole afternoon was pretty much like that. She never really did bother to get dressed, and I found it especially exciting once when I glanced at her cotton-clad pussy and noticed that the fabric was moist with her juices. Apparently her teasing games had some effect on her as well, I noted. She passed me on the way to the bathroom, pausing long enough to give me a short tongue-kiss with her smoke flavored mouth on her way. On a whim, I followed a moment later and spied on her through a crack in the door.
She quickly pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet. Though I couldn't see it, I heard the splashing of water as she peed, and then she wiped herself a couple of times with tissue. But as I had hoped and suspected, I saw her fingers flash over her clit several times and heard her soft moan and knew that she had simply touched herself enough to raise her own passion higher. I quickly scooted back to the living room as she flushed the toilet.
Early that evening, Melissa came out of her bedroom from a power nap, prepared for a date. She was dressed to kill. I felt my cock stir for the hundredth time that day when I saw her - hair curled up in a sexy-cute flip, glistening lips and shadowed eyes, tight black pants and a pink top that accentuated her 34B breasts. She paused long enough to light a cigarette and then strode into the living room accompanied by the clicking of her four-inch wedge heels on the hardwood floors.
"Well, what do you think?" she inquired of me, hands on hips and exhaling a stream of smoke towards the ceiling.
"I think you look good enough to eat," I told her lustily. Kelly smiled when she heard this.
"You're so sweet," Melissa cooed at me. She put a hand behind my neck and leaned down to kiss me wetly. "Let's hope my date thinks so."
"Is this the same guy as last week?" asked Kelly.
"Yeah, the same one," Melissa confirmed. "But I'm seeing a different guy tomorrow night, and then this other one I just met on Wednesday."
I playfully swatted her ass. "You little minx! You're not screwing around, are you?"
"Only with you," she laughed. Then the sound of a horn from the parking lot out front announced the arrival of her date. "Gotta go," she said. She leaned in for one more kiss from me, slipping her tongue between my lips briefly, then moving over to Kelly and doing the same to her. Then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.
Suddenly Kelly was in front of me, sliding down to straddle my leg and pin my cock between her thighs. "I want to fuck you," she told me firmly, "right now."
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Minutes later we were in the bedroom kissing passionately. Kelly's hands were all over my back and neck, pulling my mouth into hers while our tongues dueled aggressively. I could taste her sweet saliva and my nose was starting to pick up the tangy scent of her pussy, as it grew wetter by the second.
