This is my fifth submission to Literotica. I have previously described my wife's (Peach) first bi-sexual experience with Jill (Peach's First Woman), a trip we took to El Paso during which she fucked two of my friends (Peach's El Paso Trip), a second experience with Jill (Peach's Second Time with a Woman), and swapping with another couple (Peach, Doug, Alicia and Me).
To recap, at the time of this writing Peach and I have been married nearly ten years and Peach is almost 35. A blue-eyed blonde, she is about five foot four inches and around 115 pounds. As Peach would put it, she is large C cup or small D cup. Peach and I have had a long-term ménage a trios with an old friend of mine for about five years, several small group experiences, done some really kinky stuff I'm not ready to discuss yet, and a had couple of meetings with another couple. The topic of this writing is our trip in July 2001 to Santa Fe, New Mexico and some fun we had there.
Since I grew up in Albuquerque, we spend a lot of time in New Mexico, usually in Santa Fe, which is an hour north on I 25. This particular trip we rented a house for a week on Cerro Gordo maybe a mile from the Plaza. We had been there a couple of days. It was a Saturday morning and we planned to meet friends at the Blue Corn restaurant and brewpub out by Villa Linda Mall. We arrived about 11:00 AM to find Mateo, an old friend of mine; Mike, his younger brother; and Dana, Mike's girlfriend, already there. Mateo and Mike already knew Peach intimately from earlier get-togethers. Mateo is my age (41 at this writing) and was a college mate of mine. Mike is about four or five years younger. Dana appeared to be in her late twenties, maybe early thirties; I never got around to asking. Dana is a striking woman, a little taller than Peach with medium length black hair, dark eyes and pale skin, very Mediterranean in appearance. Her pert breasts are smaller than Peach's but still nice.
Only Don, a very old friend of mine and a regular member of our long-standing ménage a trois, was missing. Don will undoubtedly be late to his own funeral.
We ordered some of the establishment's fine brewpub beers and caught up with gossip and news. After a while I sent Peach to the ladies' room with some cocaine. When she got back with a gleam in her eyes, I gave her a tab of Ecstasy and also passed one to Dana. Dana turned it down and the coke down, telling me she preferred "Special K", ketamine, which she already had. I gave Mike and Mateo some coke. They retired to the bathroom to do it.
Don arrived only thirty minutes late, a near record for him. He had partaken in his own stash of coke prior to his arrival. Peach had not yet felt the effects of the X since it takes at least 45 minutes to work, but she definitely showed the effects of the coke. She was animated and very perky. She wore a jeans miniskirt, a white blouse tucked in and black cowboy boots. As is her habit, except when necessity dictates otherwise, she wore no panties. Whether by design or accident, her mini tended to creep up and I was certain beaver shots were available to those around us. Peach is usually shy and easily embarrassed, but she also has a mild exhibitionist streak, which is exacerbated by drugs and alcohol.
While Peach was bright and chatty, Dana sat silently, smiling like the canary that ate the cat and wearing a vacant look that I have been told is typical of Special K users. I usually don't like the zoned out heroin chic Special K seems to emulate; however, there was something alluring about the dark-haired beauty. One never knows for sure how affairs like this will end up, but the afternoon looked very promising.
After a round of tequila shots we decided to go our house. Since Don had to return to Albuquerque that evening and the others might stay, Don drove his car. The rest of us piled into ours, but Mike drove, claiming he had paced himself carefully and wasn't impaired. I wasn't impaired either, but didn't mind getting a chance to sit in the back seat with Dana. Mateo and I sandwiched the zoned out girl in the back seat while Peach sat up front with Mike. Mike didn't object to his girlfriend's seating arrangement. I had the distinct impression he was more interested in Peach than Dana at the time, the pussy-you-don't-usually-have syndrome.
Mateo and I wasted no time with Dana. As Mateo kissed her and groped her breasts, I pulled her around and lifted her skirt to remove her pink panties. Her pubic hair was thick and if anything blacker than her hair. Whether Dana is naturally compliant or the Special K made her that way, I don't know. Either way, I soon settled between her legs and slipped into her wet cunt. Mateo pulled her top down to licking her tits as my cock pumped her hot pussy.
In a hurry to finish fucking Dana before we got to the house, I had almost forgotten about my little wife. I glanced up to see her peering over the seat. Surprisingly, she had a stricken look on her face. At this date we had had two previous threesomes with a young lady from Denver and Peach had not reacted badly the watching me fuck her. I realized belatedly, this was different. But since it's hard to unfuck someone, I continued. Besides, Dana was thrusting upward and breathing fast and I wanted to see if she was a screamer like my wife. Also, I knew the X would soon hit my wife and she would be too euphoric to care who I fucked or whom fucked her.
Peach watched us for a while then leaned over the car's console. Her head disappeared. A little peeking of my own revealed that she was giving Mike a blowjob. I know from long experience that Peach gives toe-curling mouth jobs. My eyes met Mike's in the rearview mirror. Both of us grinned.
When Dana came, I couldn't hold back and pumped her cunt full of cum. Mateo eagerly turned her around and slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. Peach's head continued to bob up and down on Mike's cock. Too soon for Mateo to complete fucking Dana, we pulled into the driveway at the house.
Don, who had driven just in front of us the entire trip, burst out of his car and said, "You fuckers! Next time the women ride with me!"
We laughed as Mateo and Dana gathered themselves together well enough to walk to the front door. Mike had to pull Peach off his cock to drag her into the house. By the time I got in, Dana and Mateo were on the sofa already fucking again. Peach crawled straddle of Mike who sat in an overstuffed chair. Peach looked over her shoulder at me as she lifted her ass up to align Mike's cock with her pussy. With a grunt she dropped onto his dick. It must have hurt some. Mike's dick is about the same size as mine and Peach cannot take me comfortably while sitting up. Having recently shot my wad, I contented myself with taking a seat where I could see Peach bounce up and down on Mike's tool. Mike cooperated by sliding her skirt up over her ass to her waist so Don and I would have unobstructed views.
I could tell by the way Peach was bearing down on Mike that she would soon orgasm. As Peach nears orgasm, she makes quick, urgent thrusts, her eyes glaze or shut entirely and she makes little audible squeaks that become screams when she does finally cum. I couldn't see her face, but I knew the thrusts and squeaks well. My cock, despite its recent exertions, stirred to full tumescence. Don, avidly watching Peach, had his cock out readying it for his turn.
