The room is warm and bright. Too bright. So, I reach over to dim the light. Brian stares up at me like the perfect husband should. Except, he’s not my husband. His smile grows wider in the darkness. The music is down low. I can barely hear it but what I don’t hear, I make up. Grinding against him as if this is my song and I know all of the words.
His fingers slip under my dress and find the thong that I haven’t worn for anyone else. The yellow ribbon of lace and thin straps that his wife helped me pick out. I know Lauren is watching us, sipping her drink. We’re her personalized telenovela. Drama in the living room for her pleasure and entertainment.
I’m invigorated by how he touches me. I can’t count how many days I’ve been alone. How many times I’d cried on my best friend’s shoulder? Lauren was there for me through the worst of it. I’m still in awe that this was her idea. This arrangement is only temporary, I remind myself. Don’t get too attached.
My thighs tremor. He’s barely even begun to touch me. I’m already so wet that I can smell it. That faint lady perfume, of arousal and naughty intentions. His other hand glides across my neck, rubbing my shoulder and slipping the thick strap of my dress down my shoulder. He reaches down to one side.
The zipper slides down, silent and unassuming. His thumb trails behind it, leaving my skin tingling. How many words are there for loneliness? I knew all of them before this moment. Now, I can’t even think of one. His kiss surprises me. It brings me down to him, my chest to his chest. My breasts weigh down on him through the thin bra.
Can heat be thick? It feels thick. Against my lips, across my shoulders where his hands tease my dress down to my waist, between my legs where his cock bides its time. I hear a moan, but it isn’t mine. Lauren is lounging back on the chaise. I’m so focused on containing the heat and sustaining our rhythm that I barely make a sound.
That is until he pinches me. I groan. He does it again and I arch my head back. He sticks his finger into me and my breathing comes harshly. He tells me that I’m perfect. His finger slides in and treats me rough. I wonder how rough Lauren takes it. Does she like it the same way I do?
He asks me if he can fuck me. I back off of him, away from his coaxing fingers. I walk to his wife. She smiles at me. I bend over, pulling down her panties. My tongue beckons more moans from her lips. I hear Brian approach me from behind. She’s pulling my bra down. Lauren loves my tits. She wants to see them while I lick her down.
She wants to see them while her husband gets into position behind me. His erection dips into me. Just the tip, but I moan into her pussy all the same. She doesn’t let me get up for air. I control my tongue even though he is inside me again. I’m cradling the notch of his head deep inside me.
Once he’s passed a certain depth, he stops moving. I want to argue with him but I’m too busy sucking Lauren’s clit up between my teeth, massaging it to a cusp of pleasure. He’s cherishing me, how tight I am. One perk of being single for so long.
I reach between my legs, still licking Lauren down. My fingers fumble past my engorged clit to the hilt of his cock. I stroke and he eases into me again. Slow, slow fast. Thwack, thwack, splatttt. His pelvis slams my ass and my pussy is splurging open, giving him permission.
I moan into his wife’s pussy, delighting in how she tastes. He’s going to release his first load. I know it and I’ve never wanted it more. It was only a week ago that I had the entire bed in my apartment to myself, that I would touch myself with desperation. Completion was never a certainty and porn often wasn’t enough.
Brian is the perfect husband. So what if I have to share? We’re all adults here. We’ve weighed the pros and cons. I’m pinned between them, salivating on her clit as he soaks me. My orgasm isn’t far behind. My eyes have adjusted to the dimness and my pussy has adjusted to its first delivery of cum.
I want Lauren to be next, to show my gratitude. Instead of tossing and turning in bed, I’m secure between them. Cum drips between my thighs as I coax hers wider apart with my wicked mouth.