“I know.” My eyes widened at the memory. “And I… I haven’t even told Josh about… us… yet.”
Ronnie took my hand and pulled. “Well, from what you said, he and his wife have an open marriage. He’d be kind of a hypocrite not to accept this.” She wrapped her hand around TJ’s dick-he was still sitting on the sofa-and tugged. He groaned, his hips rising up, and we both followed her.
“You’d think that was true…” I answered with a sigh, but there was no more room for words once we got behind a safely locked door, the three of us stripping and finding our way to the bed.
TJ stood beside us for a while as Ronnie and I kissed and fondled each other, mewing like kittens as we rubbed and nuzzled and licked. I loved kissing her, feeling her breath on my face as it came in little pants, her hand cupping my pussy, mine thrust between her legs, both of us working for it. The lamp on the night table was on, burning low-we rarely had sex in the complete dark, I think because all of us liked to watch—and I could see TJ stroking and squeezing his cock as he stood next to the bed.
“Oh baby,” Ronnie murmured against my lips. I felt her quivering, her thighs trembling. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Like this?” I whispered back, my thumb strumming her clit, my fingers buried deep.
“Yes!” she urged, hooking her foot over my thigh and thrusting against my hand. I focused all my energy on her, watching as her head went back, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, her nipples hard and almost red instead of their usual pink. “Oh Janie! Now! Now!”
TJ groaned softly and I met his eyes as his wife came all over my hand, her pussy clenching my fingers, her nails digging into the soft skin of my shoulders. I would have little half-crescents there later, but at the time I didn’t even really notice, because Ronnie was heaving and straining in my arms, her whole body quailing with her orgasm.
“That was fucking beautiful.” TJ pressed against Ronnie from behind, sandwiching her between our flesh. He leaned over to kiss her and she turned her face up to him, arching and letting him maul her breast. I pressed my hand over his, squeezing, rubbing. I hadn’t been imagining things-her breasts really were much rounder and fuller than they’d ever been. And more sensitive too. She squealed and yelped now when I licked and sucked them instead of just moaning. I leaned in to suck the one TJ wasn’t fondling, just to prove my point, and she responded immediately, her hands burying themselves in my hair.
“I’m so wet,” I murmured as my tongue played with her nipple, back and forth, teasing. She rolled to capture my mouth, straddling me, pressing my hands above my head.
Glancing over at her husband, she smiled. “I think Janie needs to be fucked.”
“Well, I’m sure I’m the man for the job.” He grinned as he moved toward us on the bed, situating himself between my open thighs. She leaned forward over me as he teased my pussy with his cock, making me moan and arch against Ronnie. She kissed me softly, murmuring sweetness as he slid himself in deep.
“That’s a girl.” She looked into my eyes as they widened in surprise at his sudden entry. “Take that dick. You like it inside you like that?”
“Yes.” I wrapped my arms around her. I loved feeling her body against mine while he was fucking me, the soft press of her breasts, the now-rounded swell of her belly. It was almost as if she was fucking me with his cock as we rocked together on the bed, our tongues and arms twining.
“Do you want me to lick your little clit?” she whispered in my ear as TJ lunged.
He was fucking me, but his hands were on his wife’s hips and they moved together, we all did, the bed hitting the wall with every thrust.
I sighed softly, indecisive. I loved the feel of her body against mine, but the thought of her tonguing me to climax as TJ fucked me was too hard to resist.
“Yes,” I urged. “Please. Lick it.”
“Only if you return the favor.” She grinned and then turned around, straddling my face. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her hips, pulling her pussy to my mouth.
“Don’t stop fucking her, baby,” Ronnie insisted and I gasped when TJ’s hands gripped my hips, rocking my legs back, making my body into a rounded “C” shape and conveniently bringing my pussy up more so she could lick it. He was pounding into me now, making my whole body pitch and quaver.
“Oh god!” I cried when her mouth found my cunt, but the sound of my voice was completely muffled. I was drowning in her juices and drinking that down as fast as I could. Her mouth was magic, her fingers spreading my lips for both her husband’s pounding cock and the relentless lash of her tongue.
“I don’t want you to come,” she panted up at TJ, and I felt his fingers seizing my flesh as he groaned his response. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
Oh god. I was surprised he didn’t come right there, but he managed to hold out, still fucking me anyway as she re-focused her energy on my pussy, bringing me right to the brink of madness. I thought I was screaming but no one could tell because Ronnie was grinding her cunt down against my face, her thighs spread and trembling, and I knew she was close.
Ohhhhh fuck…
They both took me there in an instant, between the belly-deep assault of TJ’s cock and the merciless press of Ronnie’s tongue, I was gone, lost, catapulted, my whole body welling with my climax and then releasing it in a quivering flood. Ronnie was coming, too, pushed over by my orgasm, her pussy a hot, fleshy, pulsing throb against my face.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” TJ muttered, pulling slowly out of me. Ronnie rolled off me to the side to cuddle me against her, crooning and stroking my hair. I could taste myself when she kissed me and my tongue found hers, looking for more.
“Baby, I don’t think I can last long,” he gasped as he watched us tangling our limbs together on the bed.
“But I want you to fuck my ass,” she pouted, and then grinned as she got up on her hands and knees. “I’m sure Janie will help…”
I smiled, reaching over and opening the night table drawer. The KYJelly was always there. I flipped open the lid as TJ sighed and positioned himself behind his wife to spread her ass cheeks.
“Here,” he directed, nodding, and I drizzled some of the stuff down the crack.
Ronnie shivered, glancing back at us as I worked the slippery lube into the tight space TJ wanted to invade, the opening winking at us like a dark starfish.
“Here, too,” I murmured, using my slick hand to make him even wetter, jerking from base to tip, using quick, easy strokes. He captured my hip and pulled me close to kiss me. I kissed him back, my hand still tugging at his dick.
“You do it,” he whispered against my mouth. “Put it in.”
Swallowing, I pressed the spongy head of his cock against the wet pucker of her ass, watching as he grasped her hips for leverage. I was always sure it wouldn’t go in, every time I watched him do this. Ronnie moaned, her toes curling, the covers bunched in her fists as he shifted forward, letting me guide him, my fingers pressing his flesh deeper.
“Ooooo!” Ronnie shivered and then cried out as the head of his cock slipped into her. TJ hissed air between his teeth, his fingers digging into her hips.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, dipping my head down to look at Ronnie. Her eyes were half-closed, her cheek against the mattress.
“That’s the hard part,” she murmured, closing her eyes all the way and slipping her hand between her legs. She liked rubbing herself off when he fucked her ass. “Now he can fuck me. Make him fuck my ass good.”
“Wait.” I reached over to the night stand and opened the drawer again. There were two little Lelo vibrators inside in silk drawstring bags-her bag was red and mine was blue. They matched the color of the vibrators. TJ always said next to the creamy complexion of the two of us together, it was like the fourth of July. It sure felt like fireworks when we played with them.