Without giving it any further thought I dove into her pussy, licking all around it, then thrusting my tongue in as deep as I could get it. I know many, if not most guys hate eating “cream pies,” even their own, but I found it a real turn on. As I said, I’d tasted James’ cum many times, as well as Cecilia’s pussy, and enjoyed both, and maybe it was all in my mind, but the combination was exquisite.
I was reluctant to leave as she pulled me back up and we sloppily kissed. If the mixture on my face bothered her, she sure didn’t show it, and we gradually shifted into a tribbing position. It was a little awkward due to our height difference, and we had never tried it before, but we soon got into a rhythm and were rapidly reaching our peaks.
I was vaguely aware of James watching us as we came down and untangled ourselves, and when I had completely recovered, I saw that he had a big grin on his face.
“Wow,” he said, “I’ve seen that in porn and it always seemed so phony and awkward, but you two were so graceful and hot. I hope you’ll do it again.”
“Maybe we will, maybe we won’t,” I said, “but if we do, it will be because we want to, not for your entertainment.”
“Uh, uh, of course, Babe, of course, I didn’t mean…” he was saying before Cecilia and I broke out laughing.
“I’m just messing with you, Honey. It was a lot of fun for us, too, and you can be sure that you’ll be seeing it often.”
With that, he nearly jumped into the bed with us, and we were a jumble of limbs and lips before falling asleep together.
As much fun as the previous night was, waking up on the cold wet spot was gross, and we were soon play fighting over the shower, which was barely big enough for two, let alone three.
We ordered room service and when it arrived, we were all wrapped in fluffy robes.
We ate quietly; none of us wanted to say the wrong thing, and every time one of us would look at the other we’d quickly look away. We soon settled down to eat.
Soon it was time to go home. We drove back to our house and we both walked her to her car. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed passionately, but we felt that we should call a halt before the neighbors started stirring.
The three of us continued to play just about every weekend, and it seemed to add a spark to James’ and my own love-making.
One Friday, Cecilia was out of town and I went on a GNO with my old group of friends. Needless to say, I was met with a barrage of questions.
“Well, hello, stranger,” Jane said. “To what do we owe the honor of your presence? Could it have anything to do with that hot little blonde who was with you and James a few weeks ago?”
I could feel the heat of a blush on my cheeks, and gave them the Cliff’s Notes version of what I had been doing with James and Cecilia.
“I can’t believe that you let James fuck that little slut,” Mary said.
“Did you not hear me? James let me ‘fuck that little slut’ first. I’ll admit that I had my concerns about getting James involved, but it’s succeeded beyond my wildest dreams.
“To use a cliché, ‘It’s just sex.’
“I can’t deny that we have developed strong feelings for each other, but James and I come first, and Cecilia knows and respects that.”
That was met with a lot of doubtful looks.
The conversation devolved into a cacophony of chatter. None of them could believe that this could work, and were concerned that I was playing with fire.
Well, maybe I was, but my giving up on what seemed to be working wasn’t in the cards. I decided to make it an early night and left them to their muttering and shaking heads.
James could tell that something was off.
“You’re home early, Babe. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just that I had a little too much to drink, and blabbed to the girls about our ‘arrangement.'”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“How did that go?”
“About as well as you might expect. They think that we’re all crazy, especially me.”
“Why especially you?”
“They think I’m putting too much temptation in front of you, that I might lose you to Cecilia.”
“What do you think?”
“You know that was one of my biggest concerns right from the start, but now that we’ve been doing it for a bit, it doesn’t worry me at all. You’re obviously attracted to Cecilia, just as I am, but I believe that if I called a halt right now, that while we would miss Cecilia and all that we do, that we’d be okay. Not that I’m about to do that,” I said with a laugh.
With that, James and I went to bed to remind ourselves what we enjoyed about each other.
When Cecilia returned, we resumed our weekend threesomes. We tried to keep things fresh by mixing things up. Sometimes it was James going back and forth between us, sometimes it was Cecilia and I playing together, but mostly it was a mix.
When Cecilia had been back for a couple of months, a thought began percolating in my brain.
I could tell that Cecilia was concerned about something as we said good-bye Sunday afternoon.
“I’ll call you later,” I said.
“Call me?” she asked with a worried look on her face.
“Of course,” I said, “but James and I need to talk, and…”
“I understand, just call whenever you’re ready.”
“I will,” then I gently closed the door behind her and returned to sit with James.
“Well,” he said, “you wanted to experience being with a woman. I would say that you have certainly accomplished that. What now?”
“I guess you could say that I’ve satisfied my curiosity, but it’s only whetted my appetite, I want more.”
“More women?” He seemed shocked.
“Oh, no, Cecilia is more than enough. I just want more with Cecilia.”
“And where does that leave me?”
“Did you have a problem with where we left you last night?”
“N… No. Does that mean we can keep doing that?”
“As long as Cecilia is cool with it, I’m game.”
As usual, James was over-eager.
“Maybe we should call her now?”
“Jesus, she probably isn’t even home yet. I’ll call her tomorrow and meet her for dinner, see how she feels.”
“Can I come along?”
“No.”
“No? Why not?”
“Because I don’t want her to feel pressured.”
“I won’t pressure her.”
“Fuck, you ooze pressure from every pore; just chill for a few days. If it’s gonna happen, it’ll happen.”
He looked so sad that I almost weakened, but stood my ground, and James went out for a run.
I was a little puzzled by how calm I was about everything. My biggest fear was losing my man to the “other woman,” but despite James’ obvious attraction to Cecilia, I had no fear of that at all.
Yes, he was certainly attracted to Cecilia, but I expected that. I’ll admit that I hadn’t been so sure of his love for me. Oh, I never doubted that he loved me, but I had feared that his love wouldn’t be strong enough to resist another woman’s charms.
I was also reassured that as much as Cecilia enjoyed the sex with James, that it was strictly a physical attraction, not the kind of romantic love that could cause her to try to run off with him. I certainly didn’t believe that she could do that to me; if she was going to run off with somebody, it would probably be with me!
I was just ready to call her when my phone rang. I could see by the Caller ID that it was Cecilia.