Another long, ‘oooooo’ came from somewhere, as he devilishly slowly slid his manhood in and out. His pace was maddeningly slow, taking his time with every long stroke, gradually building up an impending orgasm. I needed this man to fuck me all night. I had my hands on his tight ass, keeping his cock tight inside me. Lifting my pelvis, I thrust up, encouraging him to quicken his deep thrusts. He only lovingly smirked at me, and kept his tempo.
My body felt so alive, almost tingling from the new connection we had forged. His mouth slowly came to mine, and I came at the first touch of his lips. I bucked ass up, burying him in me, as I came on his cock. Chrissie stifled my cries with her hand, afraid I would wake the kids. Tom’s rhythm never changed. I was waiting for him to fuck me hard, but he didn’t. Just the thought of his steady pace set me off again, my gushy sap coating us. I grasped his shaft with my pelvic muscles, trying desperately for him to fill me with his sperm. His control was maddening, as I climaxed again, my body shaking as I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails in. Tom winced, but kept up this slow stride of his. [Why doesn‘t he fuck me, I thought] I was sated, but still he continued his firm, gentle stroking of my now-drenched cunt.
“Tom…please…cum, darling. Just take…” as my voice trailed off.
He leaned down, his mouth millimetres from mine, and licked my lips. I stuck my tongue out to touch his, but he pulled away. My head was hazy from what he was putting me through, as I felt Chrissie’s arm softly on mine. I turned to her, my eyes begging for her lips, but she wouldn’t give them to me. Tom’s cock was still so annoyingly stiff, as he took me, owned me. He smiled down at me, knowing exactly what he was doing. He loved me.
I gasped with every sweet stroke of his, as if he was breathing life into me, which he was, in so many ways. The only sounds I could grasp were my low, ‘Ughhhhh’ every time he slid in and the long, “Ahhhhh” as he slid out.
The only words I can remember saying, “Love me, Tom,” came out mixed with my moans. I had a hand on his chest, his evenly-beating heart frustrating for me. [Feel mine, you bastard! I thought.] I calmed myself down somewhat, and gripped his cock, as he slid through my valley. I was determined to set the rhythm now. I grasped his nipples and pulled them, twisting them gently. Now, it was Tom’s turn to moan. I thrust my hips up, engulfing his prick, massaging him, and feeling him jerk with every delicious twist of his sensitive little nubs.
“That’s it, baby,” I teased. “Fuck me, Tom. Take me. I know you want to. Just fill…” I hissed.
His tempo increased, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I loved his contorted face, knowing he was losing his calm, and giving in. I looked at Chrissie, her hands down her panties, her head thrown back, enjoying the scene a lot less than I was. Tom was pounding, spoiling my pussy now. He was close, but I would decide when he filled me. I knew what would do it, but waited for him to bring me with him. I needed to cum with him. His hips thrust and flicked onto my vulva, nipping my clit with every pulse.
“That’s it, Tom!” I cried. “Fill me, darling! I…I…Do it! Give me…your…baby!” We both came, our bodies wet, our desperate thrusts satisfying each other. I could feel every spurt, every gush of his thick, musky cum as he filled me. Chrissie was thrashing and abusing her pussy, all of us orgasming together. He tried to say something as he pumped his sap into me, but only his groans came out.
“Ohhhh, my…Tom…ooooh!” His cock spewed more of his essence deep inside me, as I shrieked. I could tell he was spent, but he kept flexing his hips into mine, his cock still hard. Our hips were still slapping each other, neither wanting the connection to end.
His pace slowed, but he still persisted in taking me. I could smell our sex in the stifling room. He kept his spent prick inside me with one last thrust, leaned down, and we kissed, our faces covered with a sheen of sweat, and I wanted to bathe in it. We kissed madly, breathless, but needing to.
“I…I’m so in love…with you, Tom,” I somehow sighed.
Chrissie rolled over, her damp hair on my chest, as we held each other. Tom laid his head on the other side, his mouth on my breast.
“Fuck, Emily,” he chuckled. “That was beautiful, darling.”
I held him tight against me, my tears flowing. Chrissie looked up, my heaving chest giving away my intimate moment.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked, concerned.
Tom lifted his head, and looked so lovingly at me.
“Every…thing is…wonderful, Chrissie. I…I’ve just never had…” and my voice trailed off.
My life was so complete, as they both kissed me, and held me.
Chrissie slipped out, and returned with cold drinks, thankfully!
We laid together, cooling down, and breathing now.
“So. How was it for you, Em?” Chrissie giggled.
“Everything you said it would be…and more! My…God…Tom. If Chrissie doesn’t marry you, I will!” I laughed, knowing it was true.
“He will, Em. He’s going to marry us both!” she smiled.
“Seriously though, Tom. Where did that come from, hmm? I have never experienced anything so…so exhilarating before. I cannot even begin to put it into words, darling. I…I saw you, Tom. I…” and I broke down again. [Stupid woman, I thought!]
“Hey. Hey, c’mon. Let it out, darling. Go on. Let it, and breathe,” he whispered.
I babbled like an infant onto both of these fantastic people. These two people who wanted me, loved me. I laid there in their arms, and thought back to when I met Chrissie, and everything I admired about her. Her strength certainly inspired me. How I wished I could have been more like her. A beautiful home, a seemingly-loving husband, two adorable children, and looks to die for! She took me under her wing, taught me, pushed me, and mentored me. Why me, I always questioned.
We seemed to ‘click’ on our first meeting. There was just that special ‘something’ about her, and the more I grew to know her, the more I admired her. I was probably jealous, too. She had ‘it’ all, and I had nothing, but this job. Yes, I was married, but David spent an inordinate amount of time working. I understood, okay? He was doing this for us, he said. But when we were together, well, it seemed to be for show rather than a real connection. Of course, everything was wonderful the first few years, as they always are, but something was missing. I didn’t know what exactly, but something big and vital.
Not ideal for a marriage, though. As time went on, Chrissie and I would stop off for a quick wine after work, both of our home lives practically unbearable. I know we both tried to make things work. We’d compare ‘notes’ nearly every morning, but we both vowed we were in this ’til death do us part. It was the way we were brought up.
I can still remember the day Chrissie slumped into work, which was so unusual for her. Jack had been having an affair and was leaving her…and the kids! She was broken, her world fell apart, her perfect world, or so I thought. I picked up the slack at work, trying to support her in any way I could. Our innocent hugs, and ‘cheek’ kisses became more frequent. At times, neither of us wanted to let go. I began going to hers after work, just for a while, to help out and help her with David and Chloe. I can’t easily forget the first time I kissed her. Yes, it was me who instigated it. The kids were safely in bed, and we sat on the sofa, and had our usual white wine to end the day. I remember everything, what she was wearing, her perfume, and how her auburn hair was brushed. Everything. She leaned her head on my shoulder, so drained from lawyer correspondence, Jack’s demands to sell the house, and child support. You name it, it was in her lap. She leaned into me, and I caught her scent. I wrapped my arms around her. She looked up at me, her eyes so sad, it broke my heart. I leaned down, knowing that this may ruin our friendship, but worth the chance. She needed me. I brought my lips to hers, and she returned my kiss so gently, fervently, and needy. There was no hesitation, as we wrapped each other in our arms.