My Fantasy Gets Fulfilled? by sbrooks103x

We put on our coats and returned to the lobby, and sure enough, James was looking at his watch and tapping his foot impatiently. He looked up with relief when we walked over to him, then hailed us a cab to go to the club, totally oblivious to what we were almost wearing under our coats.

When we got to the club, he wasn’t really paying attention when he took our coats to check them, or else he would have seen my left breast play peek-a-boo, and I had it safely tucked away by the time he came back.

As he came back, he was distracted putting away the coat check tickets, but then he looked up and saw us. He obviously saw Cecilia first, because he had a big grin on his face, but then he saw my outfit and gasped.

“Isn’t that just a little bit… revealing?” he said.

“Come on, James, we’ve seen worse,” I said.

He just shook his head. “If we have, I’d think I’d remember something like that,” he said, but took our arms and walked into the club.

We definitely turned heads, but didn’t cause any disturbances.

Cecilia and I went to the restroom to affix the double-sided tape to the dress and my breasts, a task that was complicated by my nipples reacting to her touch, but we got out of there before we could attract an audience.

We managed to dance the night away without any accidental wardrobe malfunctions, though I managed an intentional one when I hooked one side of her top, but James quickly screened her off while she adjusted herself.

With that, James decided that it was time to go, so we retrieved our coats and caught a cab back to the hotel.

When we got to the room, James raised his eyebrows a bit seeing the suite, but relaxed when I whispered in his ears that he’d soon understand.

After a round of kissing, Cecilia and I headed to one bedroom. James started towards the other until Cecilia took him by the hand, pulling him towards ours. He gave me a questioning look, and with just a moment’s hesitation, I nodded yes.

We stood beside the bed, having another round of kisses, then Cecilia and I started undressing each other while James watched. He seemed to be trying to undress himself, but he was so distracted that we were both naked before he even finished unbuttoning his shirt.

We stood on either side of him, alternating between kissing each other and kissing him as we slowly undressed him. It seemed to take both forever and no time before he was standing naked between us, his cock sticking up more than I could remember ever seeing it.

I took Cecilia’s hand and stroked James’ cock with it, shuddering with excitement. All my fears about sharing him seemed to fly away. I was afraid that they might return, but right then I was just lost in the moment.

Cecilia and I climbed into bed and were making out, kissing and stroking each other, while James stood beside the bed, watching us and gently stroking his cock.

Cecilia nudged me over and made room for James to lie down next to her. They started kissing, with James caressing one breast while I played with the other.

I was feeling neglected, so I grasped Cecilia’s chin to turn her face towards me so that we could kiss, while James slid his hand down her body and started playing with her pussy.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” James said. “Sharon, I love you so much.”

Of all the things I expected to hear, that wasn’t even on the list. I thought that maybe this would work out after all?

We continued like that for a while, rearranging ourselves as different hands and mouths contacted various body parts, when Cecilia dropped the next bomb.

“Sharon, could I please fuck James?”

There it was. My greatest fear when I started this “experiment,” my biggest worry, had come to fruition. So why wasn’t I more upset? Why wasn’t I yelling and screaming, slapping the shit out of one or both of them, pushing them out of the bed?

I couldn’t understand it at the time, but when I had more time to consider it, I realized that I trusted both of them, that my love for James hadn’t changed, and more importantly, his love for me hadn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t change.

I became aware that they were both staring at me, wondering what I was going to do.

I’m not sure which of us was more surprised when I kissed her on the lips, smiled, and said, “Yes.”

After a moment’s hesitation as they looked back and forth between each other and me, James climbed between Cecilia’s legs and placed the head of his cock at her entrance. They both turned towards me, and when I gave them a nervous nod, he slid into her easily. I gave her nipple a tweak, placed a soft kiss on her lips, then backed off a bit.

I hated to admit it, but they were beautiful together, and whatever lingering jealousy I felt was fading away. Of course, I had no idea of what kind of aftershocks there might be, but we would have to deal with that later.

I have no idea how much time had passed, but they were coming, and unlike in many porn scenes there weren’t twisted faces and lots of grunting and groaning, just sweet smiles and gentle sighs.

James went to the bathroom, I assume to clean-up, and Cecilia rolled over to face me, and gently stroked my face.

“Are we okay, Babe?” she said.

I kissed her, said, “We’re so much better than okay,” and started kissing down her body. As I dropped below her waist she stopped me.

“Sharon, what are you doing?”

“Relax, Babe, I know what I’m doing,” I said, though I was wondering that myself.

As I reached her pussy, I could smell the mixed aroma of James’ cum and her pussy, and saw some of his cum dripping from her pussy towards her ass.

I stuck my tongue out and made a tentative lick up, capturing the cum and bringing it into my mouth. I’m not sure what I expected, as I’ve tasted James’ cum many times, and I can’t honestly say that it tasted any different, but it just somehow felt different.