Dan and Lisa were carrying Lisa's futon through the door, as Sarah cleared the way ahead of them and gave directions.
"Okay you're clear," she called out.
Lisa hadn't been over since the night they'd played truth or dare a couple of weeks ago. He'd been thinking of her a lot since then; her lips around him, swallowing as he came; she and Sarah making out, both of their faces slick with his semen. Now she was sweaty and red-faced, dragging her end of the futon. A few strands of hair clung to her neck in a way he found incredibly sexy. She saw him looking and smiled. "I got it," she said. "Over here?"
They set the piece down in the extra room and stretched their backs. The room was full of boxes and a few drawers in stacks. He could hardly believe she was moving in, especially after that last visit, but he reminded himself that he didn't know if anything like that would happen again. He would have agreed to the move regardless; he was happy to accommodate anyone his wife wanted in their home.
"I think that's it," said Sarah. "You're all moved in!"
"I'm so excited to live here!" said Lisa with a bounce, taking Sarah's hands. They quickly embraced, exchanging a soft kiss. Dan felt like he might pass out; they were both so beautiful it made his head swim.
"Enough drooling, buddy!" said Lisa with a smirk. She came over and gave him a sweaty hug, too, before declaring, "Okay, I could use a shower!"
"Us, too," said Sarah, smiling. "The bathroom down here is all yours. We'll take the one upstairs." She took Dan's hand and pulled him along after her.
Halfway up the stairs, she glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sly wink, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and slowly pulling them down below her ass. "Oh, what happened?" she asked coyly, taking the next steps with exaggerated hip movements, letting the tights fall further down her legs as she went.
"Oh my god that ass," said Dan, watching it sway in front of him, pussy lips coming in and out of view between her legs as she moved. He reached out but she quickened her pace and all he got was the tail end of her discarded pants.
"Catch me if you can!" she giggled, running the rest of the way to their bedroom. He was close behind when she whipped off her t-shirt and tossed it in his face.
"That's cheating!" he laughed, clawing it away to enjoy the view of his naked wife. He could never get enough of that.
She ran her hands up his ribs, pulling his shirt off. "Come here big boy," she said, arms around his neck. He pressed close, grabbing her ass and kissing her deeply, loving the feel of her warm tongue moving against his.
She stepped back, took his hand in hers, and guided it down to her pussy, looking him in the eye. "I have something for you," she said. She was soft and smooth, and so hot it felt like she would burn his fingers.
"I like that," he said, stroking her softly, easing inside. She was dripping wet and creamy on his fingers.
"I know you do," she said, stepping into the shower. He dropped his pants and followed as she got the water going. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweaty boy." She was rubbing body wash into a lather in her hands, spreading it over her chest, and down to her pussy. He ran his hands over her, getting slippery, letting his cock slide against her hip, and slip up and down the crack of her soapy ass. She gave a small moan, moving against him, turning around to run her hands over his chest. She knelt down and took his erection in her hands, stroking slowly up and down the sudsy shaft, and working the lather down around his balls. He groaned with pleasure, arching his back, pressing into her chest, sliding between her soapy breasts.
"Oh god, you are amazing," he said, gripping her shoulder with one hand, and running the other through her hair. She looked up at him with a naughty smile, watching his face as he fucked her tits.
"You like that, don't you," she whispered, letting a wave of hot water wash over them. "Yes you do," as she brought her mouth to his balls and gently suckled, working her mouth up the underside of his cock. He curled his fingers in her hair and tightened his grip on her shoulder, getting close.
"Wait," she said, leaning back.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I shouldn't make you cum," she said. "You'll need it soon."
"I will?"
"To give Lisa her proper welcome to the house."
"Really?" He was not expecting that. "Do you think things will be... like last time?"
"Not exactly. Last time we gave it to you. Now I want you to take it." She was standing, still holding his cock lightly. "Show her you're the man of the house."
He stared at her. "You're sure that's what you want? Wait, you're sure that's what she wants?"
"Tell me, honey, what you thought about that kiss she gave me."
"So fucking hot I could barely stand it, seeing you do that," he said.
"So how do you think I feel, thinking about you and her?" she asked. "I love you. And, I think I'm falling in love with Lisa, too." She squeezed his cock in a slow rhythm, massaging it as she spoke. "She's already my girlfriend. I want her to be yours, too. But you'll have to show her what you want." She smiled, running her fingers across his chest. "She likes to be told what to do."
The thought of Lisa eagerly doing as she was told for him gave him a sudden thrill. "Okay baby. But there's no reason you shouldn't cum," he said, dropping to his knees.
"Oh," she squeaked, as his mouth closed over her labia, and his tongue began to explore.
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Dan pulled on his robe and loaded a bowl as Sarah caught her breath in the shower. "Send her to me when you're done," she called out.
"Yes dear," he said, smiling. He headed downstairs with the pipe and a lighter.
The door to Lisa's room was open so he tapped on the frame and said "Hello?" as he went through. Lisa was in the room with a towel wrapped around her hair, and another held loosely in front of her. She was naked and wet from the shower and he got a great look at her ass as she turned toward him and fastened her towel around herself. His instinct was to apologize and look away while she adjusted, but he maintained eye contact instead, and stepped right in with a confident smile.
"Hi Dan," she said, tucking in a corner of the towel next to one breast. "Sorry about that, I'm just used to air drying. That was the only nice thing about my tiny crappy apartment!"
"Well feel free to make yourself at home," he said. "Here, would you be more comfortable if I join you?"
"Oh, okay," she said, considering. "Sure, why not?"
Dan opened his robe and let it drop onto the futon behind him, enjoying the cool air on his skin, and the feeling of freedom and exhilaration being naked brought. His erection had not completely subsided from Sarah's attentions in the shower; his cock hung downward but it felt full and heavy, and he enjoyed letting Lisa see it.
"It does feel nice to dry this way!" he said.
She looked him over with a growing smile, her gaze lingering well below his face, as she unwrapped and tossed her towel aside. "Doesn't it?" she asked, taking a step closer. She removed the towel from her head as well and let her wet hair fall down around her shoulders. He liked watching the droplets of water creep down her skin, dripping off the end of a firmly erect nipple, or trickling down her smooth pubic mound to gather in the crevice between her milky white labia.
"So what's up?" she asked.
"Here, I brought us a bowl," he said, handing her the pipe.
