Jesus, girl, get hold of yourself. You’re going to cream right… She felt his fingers curl up inside her, and any attempt at control went bye-bye.
“I must say, Monday was surprising, Misha.” Dom wouldn’t let it go, even as his fingers turned her to pudding. “You were not nearly so closed in the last few weeks. Remember that first afternoon, when Katja joked that your rough, American lips could never match hers? I thought that the two of you were going to eat my proud trooper when you both attacked it at once.”
Michelle’s quivers stopped abruptly. Dammit, why did he have to say that out loud? She couldn’t put into words how ashamed she had been of herself the day she’d first let her new friends convince her that it was a matter of pride to show them what the good ol’ U.S. of A. had to offer. Not to mention the fact that it happened right after one of the best birthdays Ed had ever given her. That had been a low point, and every private vow to make it up to her husband had been the most sincere promise she’d ever made.
That was why, the next week, Michelle had visited the Novaks again after assuring herself it was a momentary, one-and-done mistake, and that she had full control.
Honestly, it truly had been a surprise when, only about twenty minutes after being greeted at the door by Kat, she found herself with her tight blouse yanked up over her braless, perfect tits, her lacy panties looped around her ankle after being pulled from under the short skirt bunched at her narrow waist, and her frantic pelvis grinding onto Dom’s smoldering, throbbing cock as her spine bent involuntarily while she bellowed out the biggest orgasmic scream of her life.
Part of the problem, she knew, was that Kat had been behind her, mauling her quivering boobs, cruelly pulling on her engorged nipples, and sucking hard enough on her the base of her neck that she’d had to wear collared shirts for two days to cover up the light hickey. That woman was absolutely uninhibited, and Michelle found herself responding with voracious lips of her own during the after-care; the pair of them cuddling and nuzzling each other while Dom’s hands stroked and groped their freely-given bodies, staking a claim with actions, if not words. Michelle discovered on that day that, after proper prepping, she could come in buckets, twice in a row, from nothing but a woman’s lips and a man outright conquering her shapely, sensitive breasts.
She’d had to actively suppress the voice that chided her about participating in her first three-way, but not including Ed. It was a small voice, though, snuffed when her handsome neighbor had inserted himself quietly back into her from behind, then came inside her for the first time a few frenetic minutes later. She had barely been able to believe that a man could produce so much at once, and half-seriously wondered why her flat stomach didn’t bulge from the flood boiling within her. Katja had seemed to sense her wonder, and rubbed Michelle’s stomach affectionately while purring into her mouth.
Her guilt had ratcheted up a notch with the second three-way, not two days later, but that was also the moment that things became clear. When it dawned on her, with overwhelming relief, what she was actually doing.
While Kat writhed under Michelle’s tongue–a first for the buttoned-down corporate lawyer–moaning out that she was a natural, Dom was taking Michelle from behind, doggy-style. Yet, the man hadn’t been hammering her. Hadn’t been casually demolishing her with a preening arrogance like before. He was measured and methodical, almost gentle in his rhythm. The sex was still astronomical for Michelle, but when she realized that Dom was purposefully regulating himself so that his lover could successfully service his wife… it clicked. Michelle knew then that she was in the hands of experts, and that she could gain so, so much from them if she allowed herself to accept it all.