[Author's note] I'd like to open this story by fully acknowledging the somewhat outlandish premise. I spent several days trying to figure out how to tell this story without changing from the first person narrative of the previous two. As with the others, this is a continuation of the adventures of Nick and Michelle, so I wanted to stay with the same narration while telling a story that didn't directly involve our narrator. For sanity's sake, please, suspend your disbelief at a key plot point, and just enjoy the erotic tale that may or may not have taken place. ;)
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It had been 2 days since Michelle invited Kim over to lure me into an erotic trap. Our threesome was still fresh in our minds, and our relationship as a couple had grown stronger and more passionate since. I loved the new fervor with which Michelle lusted after me, and she was happy to oblige my somehow-increased sex drive.
Deep down, I knew that, at some point, I would have to forsake any jealousy and knowingly let Michelle give herself to Taylor. We'd talked about it a lot, between our fiery lovemaking, and we had come to a level of comfort that would allow our relationship with our neighbors to grow. After all, it was only fair that I share my lovely wife, after he, albeit unwittingly, shared his with mine.
This was better for everyone involved too, since it took the pressure of infidelity off of Taylor's wife, Kim. Michelle and I agreed that the one thing we wouldn't allow was this new event to change our relationship for the worse, and we didn't want to start randomly swapping partners either. We loved each other deeply, and, if our new relations jeopardized that, we would break it off to preserve ourselves.
Michelle disclosed that she and Kim had discussed this as well, and Kim had admitted that Taylor had mentioned fantasizing about sharing and being shared, so it appeared as if everyone involved would benefit. I still felt guilty that Taylor was in the dark, but then I reminded myself that the secret would probably be revealed while he enjoyed exploring my wife's body, so I didn't feel too terrible for the guy.
That morning, Michelle woke me up later than usual for a weekend, and invited me into the shower with her. I followed, groggy but willing, and we teased and touched as we washed each other clean. Our sex life had definitely ramped up, so we had plenty of dried fluids, sweat, and lube to cleanse from our bodies from the night before. We stood in the warm water, making out like kids at a romantic movie for a while, before she turned off the shower and handed me a towel.
Once we dried, we wrapped ourselves in our towels and went downstairs for eggs and toast. Barely a word was exchanged, but we were both enjoying the relaxing, intimate atmosphere between us. We spoke with soft kisses, exchanged glances, and smiles as we exchanged "I love you's" and ate our brunch.
After a very relaxing morning, we agreed to go out to our pool and take a dip in the hot sun. I was a little shocked when Michelle walked outside in her towel, but it became clear that we were skinny dipping when she cast her towel aside and looked back at me invitingly. Her large, soft breasts gleamed in the light. Her hazel eyes were warm and transfixing. I followed the drape of her brunette hair down to her shapely hips and round, jiggling ass.
She giggled at my staring and dove into our pool. I walked out to the pool deck and cast my own towel aside, taking note of my already semi-engorged penis. I jumped in the cool water, hoping it would go down. We swam and splashed, generally having a fun time, before we emerged from the water in the mid-afternoon heat and let ourselves sun-dry. I chanced a glance at the neighbor's house, and wondered if Taylor, or Kim, or their 18 year-old son Jay were watching from the floor-to-ceiling windows in their TV room. No such luck, but I didn't mind the privacy we got to enjoy.
We almost fell asleep, but decided to go back inside and take a quick rinse to get off the chlorine. The two of us spent the rest of the afternoon completely nude. It wasn't wholly unusual for us, but it was still fun to walk around the house naked. We finally sat down, flipping through the channels and pondering what to do with our evening.
"How about pizza for dinner?" She asked, up at me with her head in my lap.
"Sure," I said, "but I don't really want to get dressed right now."
My wife laughed, "We don't have to. Let's just give this pizza boy a nice show."
She was appealing to my newfound enjoyment in exhibitionism, so I agreed. She ordered it quickly, and we waited for our food to arrive. The doorbell rang after what felt like forever, and Michelle sprang up to answer. I followed, more slowly, hoping to get a look at the delivery guy's expression without being noticed.
I made it to a good vantage point on the stairs, peeking around a corner into our front room, when Michelle swung the door wide. It was late afternoon, or early evening, the sun was setting, and this delivery man was clearly not ready for an eyeful of beautiful naked woman. He was chubby, with a thick bushy mustache, the kind of person you wonder if they had been working delivery their whole lives, or picked up a second job in the recession.
Either way, we certainly brightened his day. He was stammering when he handed her the pizza, and his hands shook when she gave him the money. I could see the beginnings of a tent in his trousers.
"Funny, usually the guy pays the naked lady." Michelle said, laughing at her own joke. "Keep the change!"
It was a generous tip, exceptionally generous when you consider what he got to see. He was too stunned to laugh at my wife's humor, but he managed a shaky, "T-T-T-Thank you," before almost running to his car.
Michelle turned after closing the door with a big grin on her face. I could tell she was turned on from the show, as was I.
"Let's eat before we burn any more energy." I suggested, coming down from the stairs.
"Good idea." Michelle replied, leading the way to the kitchen.
We ate our pizza quickly, both of us with our minds on the activities for after, and made it to our bedroom before the sun had finished setting. We kissed in the doorway, twisting our tongues around each other's as we made our way to the bed. Michelle sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my hardening cock in both hands.
"Now, for my real meal!" She said, almost to herself, before plunging my stiff member into her mouth.
The pleasure was almost too much, and I felt dizzy enough to fall over, but she never relented. She was sucking hard and she moved her lips and tongue over every inch of skin on my now-rock-hard boner. It was an incredible blow job, even by Michelle's already very high standards.
She pulled me onto the bed, still not releasing my dick from her mouth, and pushed her lips to my crotch. When she came up for a gasp of air, she moaned, "Skull fuck me."
It was very new, to hear her talk like that, or even ask for something so wanton, but I did as commanded. Still on top of her, I pushed my head into her lips and began thrusting against the back of her throat. The stiff cartilage and bone at the back of her mouth hurt a little if my thrusts when wild, so I kept my pace controlled.
Michelle turned her mouth away after a series of gags. Catching her breath, she said, "Nope, won't be doing that again," and proceeded to laugh.
I chuckled too, rolling onto my back. "You're right, seemed a little uncomfortable," I said.
She nodded and climbed on top of me, easily sliding my spit-lubed cock into her moist pussy. We both took a quick inhale of breath as the last half-inch of my cock sank in, and Michelle began to immediately rock her hips. She kept herself upright while she worked her hips back and forth, with her hands free; she pinched and pulled her nipples. Her eyes were closed, and she involuntarily bit her lip.
As she picked up the pace, she fell forward and braced her hands on either side of my head. We kissed hungrily again, and she bit my lower lip while moaning. It was an easy tell for her, she was about to cum.
She released my lip and gasped with her first wave of orgasm. As the second hit, she rolled off of my and ran her hands through her hair, gasping for air. When she calmed down some, she smiled at me.
"Thanks for that," she said, lightly stroking my cock with her hand, "I think you'll get a nice reward tonight."
"Oh?" I asked, "And what might that be?"
Michelle answered with a smile and got up from the bed. She walked over to our dresser and pulled a bottle of baby oil from the top drawer. She crossed back to me and dribbled a liberal amount on my penis.
I was, admittedly, confused. We usually didn't need lube until Michelle had cum to the point that she was drying out. It wasn't normal for her to be done after one orgasm, even as big as that one was.
She wrapped a hand around my cock and made sure the lube was everywhere. My wife then crawled onto our bed. Staying on all fours, she reached her lubed hand back and began rubbing between her ass cheeks.
It all became clear, and it was my turn to wear a very large grin. We'd done anal several times, but it wasn't an all-the-time thing, and Michelle knew how much I loved it. I got to my knees on the mattress and sidled in behind her.
"Mmmm, this is a very nice reward," I said, watching her work two fingers into her ass as she tried to stretch in preparation for me.
"I thought you might like it," she responded, eyes closed and breathless as she pushed her fingers as deep as they would go.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Ready."
Michelle pulled her fingers free and I replaced them with the tip of my cock. I knew I needed to go slow, as hard as that was to do. I applied a little bit of pressure with the head at her back door, and I felt the sphincter expand around the point of my penis. I let my pressure continue, until the entire head of my cock had been swallowed by her asshole.
"Mmmm," she moaned, "More."
It was a simple command, and I was happy to oblige. I pushed more, slowly working my entire length inwards. We had to stop every now and then so her ass could adjust and stretch, but I eventually made it all the way to the base.
I started my thrusts and very small movements, maybe an inch outwards before coming back in slowly. Michelle appreciated my restraint, and moaned with pleasure as I gradually built up my thrusts. I had made it to the stage of pulling about half of my length out before thrusting in with a little force when she had her first orgasm.
I grabbed her hips and pushed in deep to keep my cock in her ass. Anal offered her much more stimulation, so I knew there were plenty of huge orgasms to come. I let her breathe for only a moment before I started thrusting again. I eventually abandoned all restraint, and I fucked her as hard as I could.
