After we reluctantly pulled apart, we both giggled. Neither one apologised or said that repentant word, ‘sorry’. We weren’t. It was an acknowledgement of friends comforting each other, nothing more, and nothing wrong in doing so. And no, there wasn’t a long, drawn-out make-out session. It wasn’t like that. It wasn’t about sex, although we had been without it for months! It was comforting each other, although I’m not sure if Chrissie knew how much I needed the physical comfort at that point. No matter how insistent she may have become, I wouldn’t have, though. It never came to that, though, but our chaste kisses became regular. I looked forward to them in the morning, and the last thing at night when we parted.
And here I am now, these arms wrapped around me, giving me this unrelenting love. I sobbed even more, thinking about how this all came to be. Here, in bed, making love with these two beautiful beings, sated, fulfilled, calm, and in love. Truly…
Chapter 74
Bad News Day
Tom POV
We woke groggily, Emily sandwiched between the two of us. I slipped my hand to her stomach, and felt Chrissie’s. I lifted my head, as she lifted hers.
“Morning, darling,” we whispered to each other, smiling. “Shower?” I mouthed. She shook her head. ‘Yes’, so we slid out, careful not to wake Emily. She would not be having an early morning!
We gingerly closed the door, and smiled at each other, our warm arms enveloping each other.
You okay, darling?” I asked, as my hands flowed through her long, red hair.
“Never better, sweetness. I…I loved last night,” she murmured. “What you did for Emily was so…beautiful, darling. God, Tom. You’re…my everything,” she sighed, and wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue easily piercing my mouth. “I’m so happy, Tom. Thank you for this life,” she sighed.
I was just about to step into the shower, but stopped.
“Do you think we should wake, Emily?” I asked. “She may enjoy your tongue this morning, sweetheart,” I asked, my eyebrows raised with a smirk.
“Fuck, Tom!” she squealed. “What did I ever do to deserve you, hmm?” she giggled, stroked my cock teasingly, and slid from the shower. “C’mon, darling. You’re…needed, in so many ways,” she coyly smiled.
We made our way back to the bedroom, and slid on either side of Emily. She still hadn’t stirred as we began to play with her hair and gently ran our hands over her sated body. We smiled at each other, and both took a breast in our mouths, gingerly sucking her erect nubs. Emily shifted around, her feet rubbing the sheet under her. I motioned to Chrissie with a smirk, and her head dove under the top sheet. I watched her huddled up body as she slivered down, then stealthily clambered between Emily’s legs. My fingers softly stroked her nipples, her chest beginning to heave with deep breaths. Her eyes opened drowsily, as I leaned up and delicately kissed her morning lips. I saw Chrissie’s head lazily rising and falling under the sheet. Emily’s hand wrapped around my head, as her eyes fully opened. Her smile killed me.
“Morning…daar…,” she moaned, lifted her hips, and gave into Chrissie’s persistent tongue. “What are–” she began, but I kissed her.
I pulled my mouth away, and whispered, “Good morning, Emily,” I said, our eyes locked together, and continued my amorous kiss.
“Tom? Really? We don’t need…Uggggghh,” she groaned.
“But we do, Emily,” I murmured. “Look at what Chrissie is doing, darling. Go on. Watch,” I hissed.
She lifted her head, one hand sliding under the sheet and stopping at Chrissie’s head. We watched as Chrissie pleasured her wife, her head slowly lapping her pussy. I was probably getting off on this as much as Emily. Well, probably almost as much.
I swept my fingers through her hair, as I protectively stroked her body, my fingers touching and grazing her curves. I unobtrusively kissed and licked her, slowly adding to her morning tremors.
“Ohhh…Tom. What are…ahhhhhh!” she moaned, her hips thrusting up, as she gripped my arm, her face contorted in that beautiful agony of release. Her body shook beautifully, Emily losing all control as her orgasm swept over her. I half-covered her mouth, the sudden cries certainly waking the kids. Her breath came in short little blasts, her head thrashing on the soft pillow, as she clamped her thighs around Chrissie’s head. I played with her breasts, my fingers lazily flicking her nipples, as she gushed her cum onto Chrissie’s face. Emily tried to push me away, her entire body unable to process her release. I wouldn’t let her, as my hands brushed over her face, covering it, as I slipped my finger into her mouth. This time there was no resistance. She greedily sucked my finger, almost biting it. I pulled my finger out, and kissed her wildly, her arms wrapped around me.
Her body relaxed as her lungs breathed in what air there was in the room. I looked down and saw the unmistakable hint of Chrissie’s head, as she slowly crawled up Emily’s body, certainly kissing her. I pulled the sheet away, and smiled, as Chrissie lifted her sodden head, her blissful look saying more than words. I wrapped my fingers in her red hair and pulled her up to us. She lifted her body over Emily’s and playfully mock fucked her. Her hips mimicked mine when I took either of them, their pussies rubbing each other. Emily forcibly pushed her off, Chrissie and I chuckling.
“No…more, please. No…more,” she gasped, as Chrissie leaned down and took her mouth. Emily pushed Chrissie off her body. “Stop, Chrissie. Please, stop!” she begged.
Chrissie looked at me, and shirked. Her face had that glorious sheen of Emily’s exertions. I beckoned her over, and we met across Emily’s still-heaving body. We kissed, the taste of Emily on her lips exciting me. I pulled her face away, and greedily licked her mouth.
“You…you perverts,” she half-laughed.
We stopped and looked down at our partner, and laughed at her. She tried to slap us, but her arms were useless still.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Emily, hmm?” I hissed, teasingly.
“Get…get away from…me,” she giggled, seriously.
We lay in silence for minutes, each of us caught up in the moment’s bliss. Chrissie jumped out of bed, returned with a cool washcloth, and wiped Emily’s face.
“You okay, sweetie?” she whispered, lovingly.
“No…No!” she gasped. “I’m packing and…leaving! I…I can’t take this!” she haltingly giggled.
“Don’t leave us, Em. Please?” Chrissie pouted sweetly, eliciting laughter from Emily and me.
“I…I need about a year to process all this,” she sighed. “What…what have I gotten myself into, hmm?” she chuckled.
“Two people who desperately love you, Em. Always,” Chrissie said, for the both of us.
We laid our heads back on her chest, her fingers sliding through our hair and holding us tight. No words were needed but, “Breakfast?” Chrissie giggled.
“You guys stay here. I’ve got this, all right?” Chrissie said. She leaned over, kissed me, and then Emily. As Chrissie quietly closed the door behind her, I pulled the sheet over us.
Emily turned to me, and quizzically stroked my face, her eyes full of questions. I saw the tears, and the love.