“Touch me, Teach,” she pleaded. “Please!”
Laura did not deny her. She slid her fingers into a dripping wet warmth and felt Celia clutching desperately at her. She raised her head from Celia’s nipple and looked her in the eye.
“You’re so wet,” she whispered. “Are we turning you on?”
“Si,” Celia panted. “Very much.”
“I bet you’d like my husband to fuck you now, wouldn’t you?”
Celia moaned but not reply.
“Wouldn’t you?” Laura asked, giving her a particularly hard thrust with her fingers.
“Yes,” Celia said. “I want him to fuck me! Please, let him fuck me!”
Laura looked at Jake, a lustful smile on her face. “You heard the lady,” she said. “Fuck her good.”
Jake fucked her good. He positioned himself between her legs and, for the first time since that night in Portland years before, slid his manhood into a woman other than Laura. It felt incredible. He kept on his knees while he thrust in and out of her so Laura could access Celia’s upper body to her heart’s content. And access it she did. She watched his member go in and out of her for a few moments and then, still laying on Celia’s left, began to kiss her again, deep tongue swirling kisses of feminine lust. She did this for a minute or so and then broke the kiss and adjusted her body so her head was close to where Jake’s penis was sliding in and out of her.
“She smells soooo good, sweetie,” Laura told him.
He nodded, almost incapable of speech at the moment. He was actually fucking Celia while his wife was kissing and sucking and stroking her. Was this shit really happening? Or was this a dream he was going to wake up from?
“I want to taste her,” Laura said next. “Give me a taste.”
Jake pulled his erection out of Celia’s body—she moaned almost painfully at its withdrawal—and then twisted his hips to the right. Laura leaned forward and slurped him into her mouth, sucking all of Celia’s juices off of him.
“Mmmm,” she moaned when was finished. “She tastes good too. Carry on.”
Jake slid back inside of her and resumed thrusting. Laura repositioned again and put her tongue back in Celia’s mouth, allowing her to taste herself. Celia kissed her back frantically, sucking on her tongue like it was an erection.
Jake had to use every mental block in his inventory to keep his orgasm at bay long enough for Celia to have one. The sheer eroticism of what was occurring here, the sight of his pregnant wife tongue-kissing and suckling on Celia Valdez, and the sensation of his cock in an unfamiliar vagina, his hands touching an unfamiliar body, his nose inhaling unfamiliar pheromones, all served to put him on edge almost from the first stroke. But he hung in there by sheer willpower until Celia began to pant, until her skin began to flush, until she began to thrust erratically back at him while shouting out guttural Spanish profanity
“That’s it, C!” Laura encouraged between sucks of Celia’s nipples. “Come for us! Come for us!”
She came for them, shouting it out to the world. Jake was right behind her. He finally let the mental block down and shot an incredibly large load into her still spasming body.
“Yes!” Laura cried as she witnessed this. “Put it all inside of her! All of it! And then I’m going to suck it back out!”
“Madres de Dios, Teach,” Celia panted. “That’s so fucking hot!”
“Yeah,” Laura agreed.
Jake pulled himself out of her and stood back on the floor. Laura quickly crawled between her still spread legs and put her face down into her dripping crotch. She drove her tongue up inside of Celia, licking and slurping and gathering as much of her husband’s spend as she could.
“Oh my God,” Celia moaned. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“If it’s a dream,” Jake said, “it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”
While Laura continued to lick and suck between Celia’s legs, Jake leaned down and shared another deep, lustful kiss with her. They did this for a few minutes and then Celia pulled back. She looked in his eyes. “Go kiss her,” she told him. “And then come back and kiss me some more.”
Jake smiled and did as he was told. He moved his head down her body, stopping for a second at her nipple to have a quick suckle, and then watched his wife licking and sucking her swollen sex. He gently lifted her head up and then kissed her, tasting Celia’s juices on her tongue.
“Do you want a little lick?” Laura asked.
“Sure,” he said. He leaned down and licked up and down her slippery lips for a few seconds.
“Ohhhhh, Jesus!” Celia moaned.
He raised his head up, tongue kissed Laura again for a few moments, and then let her get back to work. He went back to the north and put his mouth on Celia’s once again. She kissed him desperately, sucking on his tongue to get every last bit of her own flavor.
Celia had her second orgasm a few minutes later. It rippled through her as Laura sucked on her clitoris and Jake kissed and bit her neck. When the spasms for that finally died down, Celia, now sweaty, flushed, and smelling quite strongly of her juices, sat up and then stood. Now it was she who pointed to the bed.
“Lay down there, Teach,” she ordered. “Now it’s your turn.”
Laura smiled and did as ordered.
Celia and Jake worked on her for nearly thirty minutes. Celia took on the primary role, kissing on her and working her way down to her swollen breasts, which she slobbered over and sucked on until Laura was frantic and desperate. She then kissed her way downward while Jake took over the role of nipple sucker and tongue kisser. She spent a while kissing and caressing the baby bump and Laura’s belly button before working her way down between her legs. Celia had learned a lot from her sessions with Suzie and was able to draw two intense orgasms out of Laura with her lips and tongue and fingers.
“Your turn,” Celia told Jake after the second orgasm.
Jake was only too happy to oblige. He mounted his wife and began to thrust in and out while Celia lay next to her, kissing her mouth, her neck, her nipples, while her hand played with the baby bump and occasionally dipped down to tweak her clitoris a little and feel Jake’s slippery member doing its work. Jake was more in control now that he had already spent once, and was able to keep up the pace long enough for Laura to have two more orgasms. His control broke, however, when Laura pulled Celia up further into the bed so she could suck on her nipples again. The spasms started and he poured his second load into her body.
After that, they fell back onto the bed, Laura in the middle, Jake on her left, Celia on her right. All were now sweaty and smelled of slaked lust. None of them spoke for the longest time. It was Laura, once again, who finally broke the silence.
“Well,” she said. “Do we regret doing that?”
“I don’t,” Jake said. “That was, by far, the most erotic thing I have ever done in my life.”
“Me too,” Celia agreed. “Nothing else even comes close. Not that first time with Suzie, not even what you and I did that one night, Teach.” Not even what Jake and I did that one night, she did not say, though she did think. “And no, no regrets.”
“Me either,” Laura said. “And, while Jake and I have had some very erotic moments in our time together—remember the airplane, sweetie?”
“Which time?” he asked. “The time in the hangar or the time in the air?”
“Both, really,” she said.
“You two did it in flight?” Celia asked, amazed and awed.
“Well, yes,” Jake said. “We had to.”
“Had to?”
“Anyway,” Laura said, “while those events were quite erotic, as was our little session with Molly the lesbian, they cannot hold a candle to what we just did.”