Author note: I like to try writing different story structures and not get caught up in writing the same story with different names and places. I know they don't always rate highly, but I feel a good story makes you feel something, even if the ending isn't exactly what you want as a reader. I do prefer happy endings, but sometimes it's fun to delve into other territories.
Having said that, with this story, I have attempted to put a plausible case forward instead of the standard trope that seems to be so highly rated here. And no, the male character is not ex-military. If that's not your thing, please stop reading now. For those that do read this, I appreciate you taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1
Standing up against the kitchen island, sipping her drink, Lorna Ackerman watched on with delight as her husband, John and her best friend Brooke Broadacre coupled over the sofa. They had been going at it for the better part of twenty minutes, giving Lorna enough time to recover from her own explosive climax. It was a common occurrence between the three of them, making it a regular weekly affair that thrilled and fulfilled them.
At fifty-two years old, Lorna couldn't have been more in love with her husband and her best friend. She had known Brooke since they were babies, being brought up together as next door neighbours, off to the same schools and then taking the same classes at the same college. They were roommates, best friends and inseparable throughout life, sharing everything with each other. Nothing was off limits and their families often joked they were twins from different families, given they were almost exactly the same age born only days apart. When Lorna met John at college, she discovered his positivity, open mind and unbridled support of her friendship with Brooke. It was what made her fall in love with the handsome man, and when he accepted Brooke whole heartedly, she knew he was the one she was going to marry.
However, the downside was that Brooke was unable to find a man that was so supportive. While Lorna, Brooke and John shared this unconditional relationship, Brooke's three husbands did not. Her first husband initially said and did all the right things, which made them all welcome him into their inner circle, but over time he was jealous. So jealous that he tried to pry Lorna and Brooke apart, which only made their bond stronger.
Brooke's second husband tried to move away to break the bond, not telling anyone of his true intentions when taking the apparent career making job on the opposite coast. John was supportive and tried to appease everyone, saying it was worth fighting for if she loved him, which gave Brooke the impetus to move, even if Lorna was deeply unhappy. Brooke went to try and make it work, only for the truth to come out six months later. The devastation took a long time to get over and was a core pillar of why Brooke would never leave Lorna and John ever again.
Then there was Brooke's third husband. He saw the closeness as a way of satisfying some strange kinks, that lead to them both opening their marriages and swapping partners. The reality was that he was only trying to win over Lorna and take her for himself. While John was no martial arts expert or ex-military man, he did throw a few punches that connected with that sensitive tissue around the face and solar plexus. Brooke swore off getting married again and Lorna not only accepted her decision but welcomed it. The only man she seemed to get along with and had a lasting relationship was with John. Given they had already swapped partners and had been doing so for a while, it was an easy decision for Lorna to allow it to continue to this day.
Lorna loved how her husband and best friend looked, the sheen of sweat on both of them, with Brooke resting her elbows on the top of the sofa, with John holding her round hips and thrusting into her vigorously. Even after Lorna's recent orgasm at the ministrations of her husband, and seeing the desire and pleasure written all over Brooke's face, Lorna felt the tingle begin in her clitoris once again. She let her hand wander down to her mons and gently rub them, while looking at the two of them fuck. Knowing it would push Brooke over the edge, Lorna moved closer and sat on the floor in front of Brooke, spreading her legs and leaning back to give her best friend the best view of her well used body. Seeing she had caught Brooke's eye, Lorna began to masturbate slowly, her own face showing the pleasure that she felt within. Both of the women smiled at each other before Brooke shuddered.
John's thumb was rubbing Brooke's asshole and applying a little pressure which heightened everything she was feeling.
"I'm going to cum soon," Brooke said letting out a small whimper and then a soft groan.
"Show me," Lorna said dipping her fingers into herself and then bringing them to her lips to taste.
John slowed down briefly, pushing his considerable member deep into Brooke which made her gasp and moan sexily. When his hand slipped underneath her and found her throbbing clitoris, Brooke moaned again and bit her lip as her orgasm fast approached. Taking that as his cue, John once again picked up the pace, thrusting deeply while rubbing her clitoris and causing her to buck.
The intensity picked up, as did Brooke's moans, which was music to his ears. He then heard his wife gasp and moan also, which amped up the already sexually charged atmosphere. John then felt Brooke's contractions grow stronger which signalled to him it was time. With a firm push of his thumb, he buried it as far as it would go into Brooke's ass which caused her to explode. He moved his other hand away from her clitoris to her hip and held on as Brooke shrieked and then bucked like a raging bronco.
Riding out her orgasm, that seemed to go on and on, John gently groped once of Brooke's substantial tits and pulled her to him. The explosive wetness from her orgasm, mixed with her syrupy insides, her warm, sweaty body against his and one of her hands clutching his, pushed him to the brink. While Brooke was somewhat worn out, she wanted to get him off also. She pushed back, held him tight and flexed her pelvic floor muscles, while trying to stay somewhat upright on the sofa.
It didn't take long before Brooke felt him grow larger inside her and hear his telltale grunt that filled her with immense satisfaction. Not to mention she felt his warmth filling her insides, that made her glow and tingle all over. He slumped forward, pushing her into the sofa softly, before they manoeuvred and sat down, hugging together in the afterglow.
Already on the brink of another orgasm, Lorna continued to work herself over, keeping the image of Brooke's and John's orgasmic faces in her mind. Laying down on the floor, she grabbed one of her small, round tits, squeezing it hard as her second orgasm surged. Pulling hard on her thick nipples, Lorna sent herself over the edge and let the world know she was exploding once again. After a few moments, she lay there panting on the floor and feeling immensely satisfied. She heard the two of them kissing and couldn't have been prouder of what they had achieved this evening. As always, it was the precursor to a wonderful weekend they would all spend together.
Lorna heard movement and then opened her eyes to see a smiling Brooke standing over her. She held out her hands and helped Lorna to her feet, the two women embracing lovingly before Brooke took her around the sofa to John.
"I'll go run a bath and then we can all get cleaned up," Brooke said kissing Lorna before letting her go and heading for the oversized bathroom. Lorna moved down to the sofa and then the floor in front of her husband, moving in between his legs before taking his semi-hard member in her hands.
"I know I say it a lot, but I absolutely love watching you two together. It gets me so hot," Lorna said before sucking his cock into her hungry mouth.
"And I love it when you do that," John said with a smile as his wife cleaned his semi hard member. He couldn't help but let out a soft groan as her ministrations toyed with him.
"Mmm, I do love the taste," Lorna said lapping at his balls before licking all around his manhood. "She does get wet."
"She's amazing," John said caressing his wife's face and stroking her dark hair. "You're amazing."
