“Twenty-one,” Nate said.
I spread my legs and arched downward pushing my bottom higher while I tongue-fucked Lindsey’s pussy.
Slap!
“Twenty-two.”
That familiar heat flooded my backside. I groaned. My clit pounded with a heartbeat all its own. I wanted to touch it, to rub it until I came, but I refrained.
Slap!
“Twenty-three.”
That one stung. I loved it. Nate rubbed and kissed my offended bottom, taking his time to tease the parts of me that ached for relief.
I shot him a quick glance. “Fuck me, Nate. I want your cock in me while I eat her.”
He climbed on the bed behind me and impaled me. I whimpered as I nuzzled Lindsey’s pussy again, relishing the sensation of being filled to capacity with my husband’s cock. Sucking and being fucked at the same time connected some crazy circuit inside me, making me mindless.
Nate’s hand rubbed my bottom and then another hard slap landed on my ass cheek. I cried out. This was insidiously good.
“Twenty-four.”
My ass burned and my pussy clamored for more as his cock withdrew oh-so slowly and pushed back inside with the same deliberate slowness. When he was all the way inside, he slapped my bottom again.
“Twenty-five.”
“Harder,” I murmured. “Fuck me harder.”
His pace quickened and all I could do was bury my face in Lindsey’s pussy while my husband pounded mine. I clung, breathing in the fragrant scent of her while Nate fucked me. I tilted my hips and found the spot where his balls slapped against my clit just right and then… “Oh fuck yes!” I cried. “I’m coming. I’m coming hard!”
Ecstasy emanated from my channel and radiated through my body. I wilted off Nate’s cock and onto Lindsey and when my consciousness rejoined my physical being, both of my lovers were caressing me. I wanted only to remain there, to enjoy this moment forever.
We all touched each other, kissing and cuddling for nearly a half hour before it occurred to me that Nate hadn’t come yet.
“Baby,” I said, twisting so that I was facing him. “You haven’t come yet.”
“It’s not my birthday,” he said with a grin.
I glanced at Lindsey, wondering if she would do anything at all with a man. As if she had read my thoughts, she arched an eyebrow. “Do you think he’d like two women to suck his cock?”
“Shit,” Nate said enthusiastically.
I laughed. “I suppose that answers your question.”
I moved over him, straddling one of his legs. Lindsey crept to his side and we shared a kiss as I ran my hand up and down my husband’s shaft. I’d always thought I would be jealous at the thought of another woman enjoying sex, even oral sex, with my husband but I wasn’t. Instead, I was turned on.
Both of us moved down to Nate’s cock in tandem, running our tongues over his length like it was a melting ice-cream cone. I cut my gaze at Nate whose fingers were laced behind his head as he admired our work.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Damn.”
Lindsey let out a little giggle and as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, I dropped down to lave his tight sac.
Nate sucked a sharp breath between his teeth. I knew he loved this. His thighs trembled and he instinctively arched. Lindsey and I switched places and I tasted her mouth on Nate’s cock as I sucked him, teasing the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue the way I knew he liked.
Lindsey’s hair brushed my cheek as she tantalized Nate’s balls. His head dropped back on the pillows. He was close and I knew the one thing that would send him over the edge.
I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger around his cock and used it as an extension of my mouth, squeezing and moving up and down, all the way over the head and then back down again.
Nate’s body grew taut. One hand grabbed my hair. The other tangled in Lindsey’s. His breath left his lungs in a rush and then a long moan emanated from deep in his chest. His cock spewed against the roof of my mouth and I sucked him, swallowing the salty sweet essence of him.
“Did you like that, baby?” I asked.
“That was hot!” he exclaimed.
Lindsey laughed and gave Nate a wink. “For a guy.”
———
While Nate grilled steaks, he insisted that Lindsey and I sit back and enjoy a glass of wine. That was fine by me. There was nothing in this world sexier than a man cooking. A man ironing, maybe. And a man who could cook was a damn wonderful thing.
Lindsey tucked one bare foot underneath her and took a sip of her wine. Her relaxed posture, carefree hair and Bohemian clothes made my pussy contract. My lips parted with the realization that I was attracted to her. It wasn’t just because she was pretty. I was really attracted to her, looks, personality, sexually, the whole sexy shebang. The thought both excited and terrified me.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” I inquired.
“Sure.”
“When did you know you liked women?”
Lindsey did not hesitate. “When I was in high school. I experimented with one of my friends. We told ourselves that we were just seeing what it was like. You know? Pretending to kiss a boy or pretending we were being touched by boys.”
She paused and then her gaze penetrated mine. “Only I wasn’t pretending. What about you, Gem?”
“I was in college,” I told her, compelled to share my story as well. “A few drinks. A few words of encouragement from some frat boys…”
Lindsey smiled. “You kissed a girl and you liked it?”
“Damn straight—well, not exactly straight.” I laughed at my own unintentional pun. “When my roommate and I did it that first time, it was because we were curious more than anything.”
“Did you have feelings for her?”
“Not really anything other than friendship,” I said. “But we…made out…pretty often after that.”
“Did you ever think you could have a relationship with a woman?”
Not until now. “I never thought about it.” Her question took me by surprise.
“I tried having relationships with men but my fantasies were all about women. When a man touched me, it left me…unsatisfied in a way I could not explain. I realized I didn’t get as aroused from a man’s touch as I did from a woman’s. Sex with a woman was like fireworks.”
I swallowed and glanced at Nate. I loved him. Everything about him spoke to my body and to my desires.
But I also had experienced those fireworks Lindsey talked about when she kissed me. I knew my feelings didn’t have anything to do with being surprised and blindfolded and everything to do with the fact that I was genuinely attracted to Lindsey.
She sipped her wine and then her tongue darted out to retrieve a tiny droplet from the corner of her mouth. The urge to kiss her again welled but I remained in my seat.
What was happening to me? I’d been so confident in my relationship with Nathan. Nothing had changed about that or my love and desire for him—but now I wanted to explore the possibilities with Lindsey.
Her gaze dropped down my body and lifted to my eyes once more. My heart skipped a beat. The way she looked at me indicated she was thinking the same thing.
“Steaks are on!” Nate called as he placed a plate loaded with delicious-smelling filets on the patio table.
Over the course of the evening we all ate and drank more than we should have. Despite my inner turmoil, I’d never been more relaxed. More satisfied.
My heart leapt when I learned Lindsey had nowhere to be—that she could stay longer. Perhaps the night.
More than once, she glanced at me over the rim of her glass, her blue eyes clouded with a mix of wine and lust. My pulse thickened, throbbing in my veins and in my clit. And even though we had thoroughly fucked each other all afternoon, I wanted her again. I wanted to feel her hands on my body and Nate’s hands on my body. I wanted to reach out and touch her soft skin and Nate’s firm muscles, to have the three of us so kn
otted together I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“You sure are being quiet,” Nate said as he sat back and crossed his legs at the ankles.
“Really?” I asked, but I knew I was guilty as charged.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
I glanced at Lindsey and then back at Nate. “I was just thinking that I still have seven licks left.”
Nate’s dimples deepened. “I think we can get those in before midnight.”
My bottom warmed at the thought and I wriggled in my seat.
“So, Lindsey?” Nate asked. “I think a few of my fantasies and more than one of Gemma’s has been fulfilled today. What are yours?”
Lindsey laughed. “I have public place fantasies.”
“Do tell,” Nate prodded.
Lindsey drew her foot underneath her again. Her skirt bunched, revealing one sun-burnished knee. “I fantasize about going to a dark theater that’s not very crowded and then surprising my girlfriend with the fact I’m not wearing any panties.”
I giggled.
Lindsey continued, her gaze locking with mine. “When the movie starts, she reaches between my legs and massages my clit. Then I scoot forward so she can finger me until I come.”
My own cream gathered at the idea of doing those things to Lindsey. I squeezed my thighs together to assuage my eager clit.
“And then it would be her turn,” Lindsey added with a sexy half smile.
“Are you ladies trying to give me wood?” Nate asked. “’Cause it’s working.”
Lindsey leaned forward to set her wineglass on the deck. I watched her move, as if in slow motion. The ruffled hem of her skirt cascaded over her calf. A lock of blonde hair fell forward, obscuring her face before she tucked it behind her ear. Did she have any idea how damn sexy she was?
After she discarded her wine, she stood and started toward me. My heart thundered. I’d kissed her. I’d eaten her pussy. We’d done just about everything two women could do together and still the thought of kissing those pretty lips and brushing my fingers through the silky strands of her hair set every nerve in my body on fire.
Her eyes glittered in the candlelight as she placed her hands on the armrests of my chair and leaned over me. Her hair fell forward. She came closer and closer and I lifted my mouth to hers.
Our lips met—velvet on velvet. The kiss was soft at first, making me all too aware I was kissing a woman. I tasted her wine and her mouth and I opened as her tongue teased mine to respond.
A feminine hand found my breast and I arched into her palm, moaning into her mouth when she squeezed with the perfect pressure. Everything inside me wanted her. Everything.
“I think it’s my turn to just sit back and watch,” Nate murmured from his chair.
Lindsey thumbed the thin strap of my dress off my shoulder and slipped her hand underneath. Squeezing my nipple between two of her fingers, she palmed my breast. Her kisses moved to my ear and when she sighed, delicious chills raced up and down my spine.
I reached for her, finding her breasts through her clothes and lingering there while she continued to kiss my earlobe and then my neck. Her hands left my body and I ached in their absence but my dismay was short-lived.
Gathering up her skirt, she straddled me and guided my hand to her pussy as she lowered herself. Her mouth sought mine and my fingers sought her opening. She moaned when I inserted my index finger deep into her sheath, cradling her in my hand as she rocked gently.
Her breasts brushed mine and she began to move slightly faster. I loved the lithe, light feel of her body over me. Her hair tickled my face and her tongue copied the motions of my finger working its way in and out of her. Tight and hot, her pussy gripped me and the way she was crouched over me gave me complete access to her.
Clutching the armrests, she began to ride my finger. Her eyes closed and she threw back her head so that the graceful curve of her neck and dangling earrings gleamed in the moonlight. Her nipples pebbled against her thin top and I could not resist cupping one of her breasts and then giving the tip a playful tug.
She moaned. “Two fingers. Put two fingers in my pussy.”
My middle finger joined my index finger and Lindsey emitted a noise more animalistic than human. Her body vibrated.
I looked at Nate and when our gazes met, I motioned for him to come to me.
“Do you want Nate’s finger in your ass while I finger-fuck your pussy?” I asked Lindsey.
Her response was to drag her skirt up in the back.
Nate moved in behind us and his finger vied with mine as he dampened it with her cream. I watched Lindsey’s face, knowing Nate was prodding her anus. She sucked in a breath and tensed. He’d put it in her.
My own pussy tightened enviously.
When Nate and I began moving our fingers in and out in tandem, Lindsey relaxed into the motion. Biting her bottom lip, she clung to the armrests. I felt the pressure of Nate’s finger pushing her channel walls against my fingers.
Lindsey’s knuckles whitened and when I gave her nipple another tug, a shudder tore through her body. Her breath caught and then her head fell forward. She whimpered and her thighs trembled as I felt her channel clench around my fingers.
She was coming and the thought Nate and I had caused it made my clit throb like crazy.
“That’s right. Come,” Nate’s husky voice encouraged as he encircled her slender neck with his free hand. “Come.”
Long, low moans emanated from deep inside her chest. Her body vibrated with her orgasm and Nate and I continued to finger her until the tension left her limbs and she softened in our arms.
After she climaxed, Lindsey wilted in my lap and nuzzled her face in the curve of my neck. Nate and I both withdrew our fingers as Lindsey’s arms wound around me. An almost imperceptible sob rattled her narrow shoulders. I gaped at Nate, surprised by her sudden vulnerability, but I held her in return.
She’d seemed so confident and so strong. So at ease with her break-up. Other than hanging out with her at Nate’s restaurant, I didn’t really know her. Still, my heart ached at the thought of her in pain.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my lips brushing her hair as I spoke.
She nodded and sniffed but when she raised her head, her eyes were glistening with moisture.
I stroked her cheek. “Are you sure?”
A blush colored her face as she clambered out of my lap. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not usually emotional. It’s just that—”
“What?” I asked.
She glanced at Nate and then back at me. “I feel so comfortable with you both. And I-I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’m very attracted to you, Gemma.”
My heart swelled and I realized I was also battling welling guilt. How could I possibly be attracted to anyone besides Nate?
“This is awkward,” Lindsey said. She raked her hand through her hair. “I’m not ready to get involved with anyone right now. But what would you two think about doing this on a regular basis?”
Chapter Three
Hell yes! “I—” I couldn’t voice what I was thinking. Not without discussing it first with Nate.
My gaze found his. A broad grin stretched across his face and his eyes widened with excitement. Well, there was his answer. But I wondered if he had thought it through. If we accepted Lindsey on a regular sexual basis, we would, in effect, be inviting her into our relationship.
Nate might be able to sit back and watch two hot chicks get it on and not be emotionally invested.
But I could not.
In fact, I was already struggling with my attraction to Lindsey. What if I fell in love with her? What if she fell in love with me? How would that work with three people?
I did not think she could possibly fall in love with Nate although there was no doubt she might care for him as a friend. Besides, I trusted Nate. He’d never given me any reason not to.
Visions of the three of us sharing candlelit dinners and intimate evenings dance
d in my head. My channel clenched at the thought. Lindsey wasn’t asking for a relationship. This was more like friends with benefits and I was obviously the one who would most likely benefit the most.
Lindsey shifted from one foot to the other. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you like that. It’s just that I’ve really—really—enjoyed myself today.”
Nate, who had seemed all for it, noticed my hesitation. Maybe he noticed something else because he said, “It’s totally up to Gemma. I spend so much time at the pizza place, I think it would be great for her to have a friend.”
My gaze flew from Nate to Lindsey. It wasn’t as if this ménage relationship were permanent. Like I’d thought earlier—friends with benefits. And, oh God, I wanted it. I wanted her.
“What do you think, Gem?” Nate asked.
“I understand completely if you want to think about it—or even if you don’t want to,” Lindsey interjected.
But a slow smile pulled at my lips. “I think it would be nice to do this on a regular basis.”
Some tension I did not realize I’d been holding melted out of me and before I knew what I was doing, I pushed myself up. With one step, I closed the distance between Lindsey and me and then I devoured her mouth.
Instantly, her arms wound around me. Her tongue sparred with mine as we opened our mouths to take our fill of each other. Tingles raced up and down my spine. My pussy tightened with liquid desire as Lindsey ground her pubis against mine.
We continued to kiss, wrapped up in our sensual dance to imaginary music. Her hands moved all over my body, gently sweeping back the hair from my face and neck, lightly grazing my bare arms, skimming my hips, cupping my bottom and then coming back to find my breasts.
I loved her touch. A woman’s touch. Everything about it was slow and erotic and driven by passion. Somehow, this was different than the encounters I’d had in college. Then, I’d been inebriated and experimenting. This was something I could only describe as real.
My pulse rioted. Heat washed up the back of my neck. Lindsey’s mouth played with mine and it occurred to me that I was kissing my girlfriend.
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