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  Wait, what? “You can?”

  “Yeah,” she answered, nodding, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she did. “We were gone a long time.”

  “Oh. Right.”

  Right.

  They had been gone a long time. “So, uh, what were you guys doing in there anyways?” I asked with a nervous laugh.

  Lorelei bit back a smile in a mischievous way that sent a bolt of panic into my gut. “You know,” she said with a little laugh. “Reg was just… he was trying things out.”

  The air seemed to leave my lungs again at her response. Trying things out? “What kind of things, exactly?”

  “Well,” Lorelei began, “he fingered me, Jake. He touched my pussy.”

  I nearly fell over. My jaw fell open and my eyes bugged out and I stared at Lorelei not quite able to believe that she was telling the truth. “Are you serious?” I whispered.

  She bobbed her head up and down in a nod.

  “You let him… you let him touch your pussy? I thought… I thought we were supposed to… we were supposed to be doing this together?” Anger tightened around the jealousy and lust that was coursing through me and I clenched my fists.

  Lorelei’s eyes widened in disbelief and she let out a laugh. “What? You’re not serious, are you? You’re the one that was sitting on the couch getting a… getting a… getting a hand-job!” she finally shouted.

  My rage seemed suddenly not quite warranted. After all, she was right. I had been on the couch getting a hand-job but still. Something about this didn’t feel right. She should have asked me, or told me what was going on, or something. “Did he make you come?” I sputtered.

  Great. Great question. Very important.

  It actually felt like it was very important to me at the time. I’m not sure why.

  “Did he what?” Lorelei asked. “Why… why do you want to know that?”

  “I just… it’s… fuck… I don’t know.” My shoulders sagged and I suddenly felt very tired. I sank down onto the back of the couch.

  Lorelei sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “Okay. I’m sorry. This all feels like it’s going off the rails. No. He didn’t make me come.”

  The admission gave me a sudden swell of relief. Somehow it made it easier to think about her and Reg together alone if he hadn’t done that to her. It just felt like a really intimate thing to share.

  Yes, I realize how hypocritical that might sound but it’s different for guys. Right?

  I let out a loud sigh. “Look, I fell bad about leaving the Jackson’s place. Dinner was almost ready and, well, do you think that maybe we could… “

  “Go back?” Lorelei asked enthusiastically.

  “Yeah.”

  “Yes. I feel the same way. As soon as I stormed out of there I felt bad about it but I couldn’t bring myself to go back. Plus I’m starving and we don’t have any food here!” she laughed.

  After going upstairs to change my shorts we headed back, proverbial hats in hand.

  ***

  “It’s us who should be apologizing!” Reg said, chuckling as he led us through the house and into the backyard again. “We get a little… ahead of ourselves when we meet a new couple sometimes. Especially when they’re new to the scene. The energy’s just so much different, like young love!”

  Lorelei and I both smiled at him but we both felt sheepish.

  Shanice was sitting the same way we’d left her, one hand stretched out over the back of the couch outside, legs crossed and leaning to one side. She smiled when she saw us. “You’re back! I told him you’d be back! If you hadn’t come back I would have hauled you back here myself! Now come on, let’s sit down and eat!”

  She didn’t stand up so much as seem to float up to standing, as graceful as if she were still dancing, then sauntered elegantly across to the table and set down her glass.

  “I just took the steaks off the grill,” Reg said as he lifted a tray cover revealing perfectly cooked slabs of meat.

  We ate slowly, chatting about this and that, relaxing more and more with each glass of wine. By the time the sun had gone down the air started to feel a little chill and Reg invited us inside.

  Lorelei stood up and made to start collecting plates.

  “No, no! Nonsense, don’t do that!” Reg said, waving a hand.

  “The maid will get it in the morning,” Shanice explained.

  We all wandered inside where Reg asked what sort of cocktail we’d like, then put on some Bill Evans at a low volume. We settled on couches and armchairs with Lorelei sitting to one side of me, Shanice on the other and Jake in a large armchair on the other side of the living room.

  “Looks like you picked the right spot!” he said with a chuckle.

  I looked over at Lorelei as I heard her giggle. Her cheeks were nice and rosy from the wine again and she seemed to be in a good space.

  Shanice reached over and put her thumb and finger on Lorelei’s chin.

  I pressed back into the couch as she drew her towards herself in front of me.

  Lorelei looked relaxed and ready to play and as Shanice tilted her head, she closed her eyes.

  My cock jumped as the two women’s lips met. It was a slow and sensuous kiss, not at all like the one Lorelei had shared with Reg.

  Shanice didn’t seem eager or forceful but rather it looked like she just wanted to enjoy the moment and the sensation of Lorelei’s mouth.

  Their faces were just inches from mine and still it was hard to believe what was going on. It was hard to believe that my rather conservative wife had turned to free love so quickly. And all because of Reg, it seemed.

  Shanice pulled away from their kiss for a moment, her lips lingering close to Lorelei’s. She trailed a finger down the line of Lorelei’s jaw and smiled. “Mmm, honey,” she purred. “That’s what you taste like. Honey.”

  Reg started chuckling from across the room which made Lorelei giggle and Shanice smile a little wider.

  I pretty much just sat there bug-eyed with my cock stiff as a rod wondering, no, praying that I would get in on some of this.

  Shanice leaned forward and kissed Lorelei again. This time her mouth moved more, her jaw flexing as she pushed her tongue into my wife’s mouth.

  I could tell by the way she was moving that Lorelei was getting more and more excited with each moment that passed. So much so that when Shanice reached over and pulled away one of the straps of Lorelei’s dress, she didn’t do anything to stop her but rather leaned even deeper into their kiss.

  I sat completely motionless, glancing at Lorelei as Shanice pulled the other strap gently away. The fabric slipped lower down her chest, hanging from her breasts before Shanice gave it another gentle tug exposing Lorelei’s chest.

  Shanice pulled away from their kiss again. “Oh yum,” she purred, grazing the underside of one of Lorelei’s breasts with her hand.

  Lorelei’s chest was rising and falling with each quick breath she took. She was rosy and a little frazzled but not scared. Her nipples were stiff and if anything, it looked like she wanted more.

  Shanice wasted no time in giving it to her. Leaning even lower and putting her hand in my lap to support herself, Shanice slurped one of Lorelei’s stiff nipples into her mouth and sucked.

  Her hand moved lower onto my thigh until her fingers once again touched my stiff shaft.

  With Shanice sucking Lorelei’s tit and pawing at my cock, Lorelei turned to me, her face even more flushed, breathing fast. She looked high and drunk and lost in the swirl of sensation Shanice’s affection brought.

  I put a hand behind her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her mouth was wet and hot and her tongue swam around mine in a way I’d never felt before. It was as if something inside her was melting, softening and becoming more pliable with each gentle flick of Shanice tongue on her nipple.The heady musk of her pussy becoming wet drifted up between us.

  I wished I could plunge my hand between her legs and fuck my fingers up into her but Shanice was in the way.

  The
kiss with Lorelei consumed me so completely that I didn’t notice Shanice had stopped sucking her nipples until I felt her lips wrapping around my cock.

  I gasped and pulled away from Lorelei, a rush of worry flooding through me that she might get upset again.

  My stiff shaft sank into Shanice’s mouth making my hips just forward as I groaned. I looked at Lorelei. “I’m… I’m sorry,” I whispered but that’s the best I could do.

  Lorelei’s eyes darted between Shanice sucking my cock into her mouth and my own. She shook her head, mouthed “it’s okay,” then leaned in and locked her lips to mine in a ferocious kiss.

  I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Not only was Shanice a pro at sucking cock, it seemed like Lorelei was having a completely different reaction to it now.

  She was thrusting her tongue into my mouth, her head twisting this way and that as she tried to deepen the kiss. She found my hand with hers and brought it up to her breast, pressing my palm against her soft, hot flesh.

  I opened my eyes for a moment. There was Reg. Sitting in the chair across the room and smiling with one side of his mouth, watching the show.

  Shanice popped off my cock. She ran a finger across her lower lip to clean off the spit that had pooled there. She wasn’t the kind of woman to give a really filthy blow it was all class. She pulled Lorelei away from me and leaned in to kiss her too.

  It was a soft kiss, not nearly as fiery as Lorelei had been with me. It settled her down a bit and as Shanice pulled away from her, she smiled. “You want to give your husband some of that?” Shanice whispered, staring into Lorelei’s blue eyes.

  As if in a trance, Lorelei nodded and sank her mouth down over my cock. She wrapped her hand around the base and gobbled up the head, sucking on it a few times before pushing more of my shaft into her mouth.

  Shanice wrapped her fingers around Lorelei’s pony tail and moved her hand up and down in time with each bob. Then, with just a little more insistence, Shanice started taking charge.

  She gripped Lorelei’s hair a little tighter and started pumping her head a little harder up and down.

  Lorelei opened her mouth, breaking the tight seal her lips had made around my cock. Some of her hot spit ran down my shaft.

  For a second I thought she was going to tell Shanice to stop. But then her lips squeezed around me again as she adjusted herself on the couch.

  I looked down and to the side to see her tits slapping together beneath her chest as Shanice made her fuck me with her mouth.

  Shanice turned to look at me. “You like that, Jake?” she whispered. “You like feeling me fuck you with your wife’s face?”

  It was the most perverted, fucked up thing anyone had said to me but my cock got rock hard from hearing it.

  Lorelei gurgled at my waist.

  The small part of my mind that had any decency left was thinking that maybe we should give Lorelei a break, maybe I should tell Shanice to take it easy. But the heat around my cock and the wet streaks of spit and bile dripping out of Lorelei’s mouth were too much to resist.

  As Shanice pumped her even harder, I reached under Lorelei’s chest and grabbed a handful of her tit.

  “There you go,” Shanice purred, watching me squeezing Lorelei’s breast.

  My cock was throbbing with each hot pump of Lorelei’s mouth around it and I got even harder as the tip of it touched the back of her throat making her gag.

  “You’re almost there, aren’t you?” Shanice whispered with a wicked smile. She seemed to be enjoying doing this to me as much as I was.

  I nodded and my core tightened as my body prepared for release. Heat built up in the very center of me and as Shanice leaned in and gently kissed my lips I felt the molten ball of pleasure inside me explode.

  “Fuck!” I roared as a hot blast of cum left my cock and filled Lorelei’s sweet mouth.

  She gagged but did nothing to push herself off. Shanice was really pounding my cock with her mouth but Lorelei didn’t put up any fight.

  I released spurt after spurt of my hot, white load into her throat until I was completely drained and collapsed back against the couch.

  Only then did Shanice pull her off.

  Lorelei came up red-faced and inhaled a massive lungful of air. A thick strand of cum was dangling from her lower lip and a bunch of it was splattered along her cheeks. As she pushed out her tongue more of it oozed out of her mouth landing on her bare thigh with a soft slap.

  It took her a while to catch her breath but after she did, Shanice leaned in and started licking her face, cleaning off my cum with her tongue.

  My head was spinning, my face was hot and I was completely spent when Reg loomed up in front of the couch, chuckling. “Mind if I have a turn?” he asked.

  Chapter 12

  Of course I glanced at Lorelei first. Shanice had just pulled away from kissing her. Lorelei looked stunned as she absently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, as if that were going to magically make her look like less of a slut. She looked at me with wide eyes.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  She nodded, then looked the other way to where Reg’s cock was bulging beneath his pants.

  Even my eyes went a little wide. The guy looked huge. Like, at least ten inches and it didn't look like he was even hard.

  “Come on Jake, you can’t have all the fun!” Reg said with a hearty laugh. He held out a paw to help me up. As I took it, he hauled me off the couch. “You’re welcome to that chair over there,” he said, jerking his thumb back to where he’d been sitting.

  I staggered across the room my head still spinning from what had just happened and sat down. A powerful energy surged through me as my eyes settled on Reg getting down on his knees in front of the couch.

  Shanice had eased Lorelei down lower so that she was practically on her back with Reg in between her legs.

  I was sitting in a way that I could just make out his profile and past that, Lorelei's panties up her dress.

  Shanice had started paying attention to Lorelei again. Her dark hand was roaming over Lorelei's shapely breasts, kneading them and every once in a while giving her nipples a gentle twist. She would lean in low and kiss her, then trail her lips down Lorelei's chest and lick her creamy flesh.

  Reg rubbed his hands together and watched for a while. Then, when it seemed like Lorelei was suitable lost in the way Shanice was making her feel, he put his dark hands on her thighs and ever so slowly splayed them apart.

  I shuddered as I watched Lorelei's initial resistance. She didn't pull away from Shanice or tell Reg to stop. But I saw in the way the muscles flexed in her legs that she was apprehensive. I held my breath.

  Reg worked her like a pro. Rather than just use his sheer brawn to open her delicious thighs wider, he rubbed his hands up and down the insides of her legs, warming up the skin and warming Lorelei up to the idea that he was getting in there whether she liked it or not.

  The moment I saw her resolve falter and watched her legs fall apart to reveal the damp spot that had formed on her panties was one I'll never forget.

  "Relax, baby," Shanice whispered above her, staring into Lorelei's eyes. Her hands played with Lorelei's breasts again. "You are not gonna know what hit you by the time he's done."

  Lorelei let out a nervous giggle but didn't resist any more.

  I dug my claws into the arms of the chair as Reg leaned forward. It all seemed so surreal. Just a few days ago we were a totally normal couple living in the burbs watching our thirties float by with life just sort of happening at us.

  And now? Now it felt like we were this completely new couple embarking on this exciting sexual adventure. It felt like we were more in control of things, somehow.

  Reg gave the space between Lorelei’s legs a sniff, closing his eyes to savour the sweet smell of her pussy before puckering his lips and pressing them against the damp fabric in a kiss.

  A moment later he leaned back, hooked his fingers under the elastic of her underwear and yanked them
down her legs and over her feet with a swift tug.

  Lorelei’s reluctance returned and she pressed her legs together. As Shanice leaned away from her again I saw that her cheeks were burning a bright shade of red.

  “It’s alright, baby,” Reg whispered, running a hand along her smooth leg. He lifted up both her legs with one hand around her ankles and there was no more hiding for Lorelei no matter how she tried.

  As her feet rose up into the air my eyes settled on the fleshy lips of her soft, bald slit. The two flaps of skin were so engorged from how turned on she was that they had split open and a clear thick syrup was pulsing out of her hole.

  Reg leaned lower. He stuck out his very pink tongue and licked the underside of her thigh before lowering his head even more until he was just an inch or so from her pussy.

  “Oh shit, baby,” he said, then turned to me. “How in the hell did a guy like you end up with a fine ass pussy like this?” he rumbled. He smiled as Lorelei laughed but not in a joking way. Reg turned to Shanice. “Baby you’ve got to come see this.”

  Shanice took her hands away from Lorelei’s breasts and got up off the couch, her lithe legs flexing as she rose. She peered around as Reg held Lorelei’s legs to one side. “Isn’t that beautiful?” Reg asked quietly.

  Shanice put a hand on his head, leaned down and pressed her lips against his. They kissed for a long time. “You honor that pussy, baby,” Shanice whispered, then mounted the couch again.

  Reg turned his full attention back to Lorelei’s slit. He reached up with his other hand and grabbed her calf then split her legs apart.

  The sticky sounds of her pussy pulling even farther apart filled the room.

  My cock was throbbing again and I reached down to relieve myself. I knew there was no way I could sit here watching this and not touch my cock. Besides, it felt like we were close enough with these guys that they wouldn’t mind.

  Reg guided Lorelei’s long legs down onto his shoulders and leaned in.

  Shanice kissed Lorelei’s mouth and kneaded her tit.

  Reg stuck out his tongue.