by Tanya Chris
“Should we watch this?” he asked when the silence had stretched too thin.
I propped a cushion under my head so I could see the television. Joshua sprawled out next to me, head towards the screen. The opening credits rolled through the silence.
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“Look who’s here.” Sherry’s voice woke me up. “It’s the gift that keeps on giving. Hey, blue eyes.” She kissed me, then leaned over her husband and kissed him too. “Somebody’s got too many clothes on, by which I firstly mean me.” She kicked off her shoes, then pulled her high-necked shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bustier. “God, I hate weddings. So proper.” She dropped down onto the floor and squirmed her way between me and the couch, pulling me into her lap. She reached around me and started unbuttoning my shirt.
“How’d it go?” Joshua asked while her fingers worked nimbly down the row of buttons. I could tell from the fog in his voice that he’d been sleeping too.
“It was hideous visually—think carnations in various shades of purple—and sounded as bad as it looked. The bass player was the groom’s best friend’s brother. Clearly nepotism was involved in picking the band. Did you know the bass player is the most important member of a band? Yeah, neither does he.” She tugged my shirt off, then started on my jeans. “Open bar, though.”
“You could have called me for a ride.”
“I’m fine. I’m so fine that you could grab me a drink if you want.” Sherry pushed down on the waistband of my unfastened jeans and I complied by wiggling out of them. My cock sprang upright in my boxer briefs. She tsked and tapped the briefs and I removed those too, the thrill of being exposed pushing the last ounce of blood that would fit into my erection.
Joshua came back into the living room with a bottle and handed it to Sherry. He stood irresolutely above us for a minute, then turned on his heel and headed for the doorway.
“You don’t have to leave.”
He stopped and turned back to us. I lay with my head cocked back on Sherry’s shoulder, her tequila-cooled lips sliding along my neck.
“You could stay and watch. Or help? We could tag team her, if Sherry’s all right with that.”
“Sherry’s more than all right with that.” She twisted her neck around to look at her husband. “My favorite kind of threesome, the kind where it’s all about me.”
“We’ve never had a threesome like that.”
“I know.”
Joshua plunked himself down on the floor next to us. He wrapped his arms around Sherry, encompassing me in the loop he made. As he kissed her, their joined heads loomed directly above me, giving me a uniquely intimate view.
“That didn’t scare you?” Joshua’s eyes flickered down to my hard cock, then back up to my face.
I didn’t answer him with words. Instead, I lifted my mouth to Sherry’s and kissed her as Joshua’s breath feathered along my cheek and his arms tightened around the two of us.
“Then let’s go to bed,” he said with a wide grin. He sprang to his feet and reached a hand back for me. When I stood, naked and hard before him, he smiled and let go of my hand. “All about Sherry,” he said, pulling her up next to us.
“All about Sherry,” I agreed. And about me getting what I wanted.
In the bedroom, I wasted no time stripping her. I tipped her onto her back and crawled in between her thighs.
“Gotta get a look at this A plus technique.” Joshua arranged himself upside down on the bed so his head was level with her pussy.
I smiled to myself but kept my focus on Sherry. I knew she was already wet from the way the folds of her pussy glistened, but I didn’t take it for granted. I liked to start slow, even with a woman who was already aroused. Now was the time I could explore, could nuzzle gently into her and lick and suckle at her lips and at the opening between them, pulling moisture with my tongue from where it pooled there, up and over her clit.
Sherry’s pussy was richly intricate, her inner lips darker and more visible than some women’s even before I worked my nose and tongue into her, opening her further. I used the entire lower half of my face, not content to be separated from any part of her silky wetness, not even by millimeters of air.
Sherry sighed contentedly and wiggled to urge me onward. That was why I enjoyed lazy exploration while I had the chance. Soon the demands started.
Using her feedback as a guide, I focused more narrowly on the area around her clit. My top lip captured the shaft above it, holding it firm while my lower lip pressed upward to create suction. Her clit rolled into my mouth. I had it well-trapped now where the slippery devil couldn’t escape the friction my tongue applied, like chewing without teeth.
Sherry moaned. One of her hands caught one of mine, pulling it to her. She loved the connection, but not being able to use my hands was a handicap. I let her have that one, glad when she grabbed Joshua with the other. I wrapped my free arm tighter around her leg so I could reach her pubic bone and pressed down and in. I’d learned a lot about pubic bones from Lissie. Pressure there drove her absolutely bonkers, and it seemed she wasn’t alone. When I pushed on Sherry’s, she churned, her moans contracting into squeaks.
Her hand tightened on mine, acting like an arousal barometer. Her moans were lovely but her hand gave better feedback. I could feel the twitches—right, left, back, and forth—directing me where she needed me to be. I rocked my head from side to side, adding another dimension to my tongue’s strokes.
I felt Joshua’s proximity even though I couldn’t shift my focus to see him. This was what I needed, what I’d only had a taste of that night with Lissie and Derek. This was what sent blood coursing through my veins, what spun my head dizzy with arousal. I loved drawing an orgasm out of a woman, hearing the sounds she made as it blossomed within her, but I loved it even more with an audience. The sounds Sherry made echoed off of Joshua, amplified and enhanced by his looming bulk.
Her hand stopped twitching and started squeezing. Close, then. She must be close. Some women liked a little tease. Jenny, for instance with her one-orgasm-only rule appreciated more buildup, but Sherry had shown me that she could take every orgasm I could give her, so I gave her this one, driving her up, not pulling back. Her hips heaved towards me as she came, her back arching up off the bed, her squeaks ending in a soundless scream. In the ensuing silence, Joshua’s breath rasped heavily by my ear.
When Sherry started breathing again, I lightened up, releasing the vise I had on her clit and stilling my tongue. The hand in mine relaxed, nearly letting go. I took my other hand off her pubic bone and brought it to her inner thigh, spreading her wider, licking and nuzzling at her lower lips, enjoying the fresh puddle of juices that had collected between them. Slowly, I swiped a broad wet tongue up her slit to her clit, soaking in the answering shudder.
Joshua moved to the head of the bed and kissed her long and hard. “Nice, baby?”
“Mm.”
“More?”
She laughed in response. I’d already burrowed back into her with no intention of stopping yet. Joshua had both of her hands now, so I put one hand back on top of her pubic bone and slid the middle two fingers of my other hand inside her, tilting up. Sherry growled and I grinned. I knew what I was doing to her. As her moans grew more frantic, Joshua returned to his spectating spot by the foot of the bed. She squirmed under my mouth, her hands grabbing at me.
“I’ve got her.” He threw a forearm over her torso, anchoring her, giving her something to hold on to. It was convenient having an assistant. Maintaining rhythm was hard with all that thrashing going on. God, she was gorgeous like this though, her head rolling on the pillow, her eyes screwed shut in concentration, her chest heaving, those lavish breasts bouncing wildly with the surge of her breath.
When she came again I gave her only a moment before pushing her forcefully back up, so that her next orgasm built on the last. Her usual breathless silence was broken this time by a keening whoosh of air.
“God, wait,” she said when I started in again only
seconds later. I shook my head against her. No mercy. Not tonight, not with Joshua watching. “God, God, God,” she mumbled. For a moment I felt her pull back from me, but just as I was about to let her go, she slumped, her body tilting into me, all efforts at control abandoned. That was what I’d been waiting for.
I slowed, taking my time on the next one, wafting her up gently, one exhaled breath at a time. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, reaching for her. Joshua moved his arm out of the way and Sherry and I linked hands. I did it all with my mouth this time, our grasp merely for the connection of it. She trusted me now.
It was a slow build to a long climax. I didn’t let up until her hands jerked in mine and the tone of her wordless vocalizations changed from moan to whimper. Then I softened, only breathing on her, inhaling her in, nuzzling into the wet heat.
She tugged on my shoulders and I obeyed her summons, sliding up her body to cover her and kiss her. Her eyes were wet against my skin. I kissed her easily, without an agenda, letting her have everything she needed to come back down, but my cock pressed hard and hungry against her thigh.
Finally she tilted her head away from mine and looked over at her husband. “Learn anything?”
“I couldn’t see a damn thing except the back of Nate’s head.” Joshua lay on his back, upside down from us, one arm behind his head and the other stroking his cock. I brought my hand to my own cock, mirroring his movements.
“Boring?” I asked.
“Do I look bored?”
“What’s next?” Sherry’s eyes flickered between our busy hands.
“Lady’s choice.” I shifted to the non-Joshua side of her body to allow her freedom of movement.
“Excellent.” She grabbed a condom from the box on the bedside table and applied it to her husband, then swung a leg over him.
“Good choice.” I watched her descend onto Joshua’s cock. Her plump ass ground back on him. Beside me, Joshua made an appreciative murmur. Sherry raised her arms over her head and rocked like a belly dancer.
Wanting more contact, I positioned myself behind her. I sat between Joshua’s legs, my knees tucked behind Sherry’s. My hands cupped her breasts, the thumbs rubbing against her nipples. From here I could watch Joshua’s dark cock, not as thick as Derek’s but impressively long, slide in and out between her caramel-colored thighs, could see the stretched wet folds of her pussy clinging to it. Her ass cheeks brushed lightly against my cock as she moved.
I licked the fingers on one hand and moved them to her clit. She leaned back against me, letting Joshua lift and lower her, surrendering to us. Her thighs were taut against mine, her melodic moans flowed directly into my ear. She came with a shudder. From over her shoulder, I made eye contact with Joshua. He sucked in his breath, then his eyes shut and his head arched as he thrust hard up into his wife.
God, I needed to come. I flopped backwards onto the bed and took my hand to my cock, pulling at the foreskin so it rolled back and forth over the head. I closed my eyes, collecting myself, trying to give Sherry a moment before I plowed into her.
“Want one of these?” I heard Joshua ask.
“He doesn’t need a condom,” Sherry said. “He needs a blowjob. I know what you like, don’t I, blue eyes?”
“Mm hmm.” I watched Sherry climb between my legs. She was pretty with her clothes on, but she was gorgeous naked—all that jiggling flesh, dewy with sweat and smeared with her juices, on display for us without any attempt to cover or hide. She made my eyes happy. Then she settled between my legs and made my cock happy.
So slobbery. She was just so deliciously wet everywhere. Her mouth bathed my cock with blissfully moist friction. One hand grasped me firmly while the other stroked. I bunched a pillow up under my head so I could see her better. She made eye contact unabashedly, smiling around my cock. I shivered.
Joshua draped himself face-up across my thigh so he could get his head beneath Sherry’s ass and licked up into her. Her moans vibrated around my shaft as her husband ramped her arousal level back up.
“Not fair to Nate,” she pulled her mouth off of me to complain. “How can I do a good job on him when you’re doing that to me?”
“The worse a job you do, the longer I last.” I tugged her head back to my cock. “I’m in no hurry for this to end.”
“This never has to end.” Joshua’s cock was hard again already. The arch of his back across my thigh thrust it sharply upward.
Conversation ceased. Only moans and murmurs intermingled with wet slurps broke into the low music playing from the living room—a woman’s sultry voice singing about passion. Sherry’s voice, I realized as my balls drew up against her hand.
My eyes kept closing, no matter how much I wanted them open. I couldn’t stop the world from narrowing to my cock in her mouth, couldn’t stop the ball of arousal at the base of my cock from exploding outward, couldn’t stop my ecstatic shout as come pumped out of me and into her.
Sherry sat up and pulled her husband to her, fastening her mouth on his. God, she was feeding him my come. Joshua sucked at her hungrily. An aftershock of arousal coursed through me. So fucking hot.
He threw her onto her back and ploughed into her roughly. He’d been ready to go, I saw, the condom already in place, only waiting for her to finish me off. Her legs were over his shoulders, his chest high. I inserted my head between them, taking the kisses I needed, swallowing Sherry’s moans, feeling their frantic motions beneath my arm. A delicious contrast—my languid peace against their still-burning passion.
Satisfied, I moved back to give her air. I laid my head next to hers and looked up at Joshua with his unfocused eyes and gritted teeth. From this angle, it almost felt like he was fucking me too. His arms bulged from the strength of his thrusts. I’d never earn more than a B in missionary with him as competition.
Sherry took my hand so I could feel her come even as I watched the sensation wash across Joshua’s face. He slumped on top of her and I rolled into them, my arm curling over Joshua’s back. I nestled into her hair, releasing the musky sweetness of her scent. My dick grew chubby against Joshua’s thigh.
“You want her back, sweet pea?” he asked without picking up his head.
“I think I’m good. I want to save something for the morning.”
“You’ll stay?” He crawled over me and Sherry to claim the only open swath of bed.
“Yeah, but it’s gotta be boy-girl, boy-girl. I’m not snuggling with you.” I dragged a semi-conscious Sherry next to Joshua and climbed over her to get to the far side of the bed. I picked up the box of condoms on the night stand there and gave it a shake.
“Thought you were done,” Joshua said.
“Making sure we’ve got enough for tomorrow.” I’d been burned by running out of condoms once before.
He laughed and pulled another box from the night stand on his side of the bed. “Go wild,” he said as he tossed it to me.
I dropped the new box next to the open one and slid down into the bed. I curled into Sherry, already asleep between us, and joined her.
Chapter 11
When I woke up next to Sherry the next morning I felt first disoriented, then elated, then almost immediately panicked. Joshua’s side of the bed was empty. My clothes, last seen strewn across the floor in the living room, had been neatly folded and left on the bedside table. I yanked them on, then went straight to the kitchen, not even stopping at the bathroom halfway down the hall.
Joshua sat at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee and a crossword puzzle in front of him, bathed in the sunlight that poured through the kitchen window. He looked up when I burst into the room.
“Morning. Sherry’ll probably sleep another hour if you want to have breakfast before we tackle her again.”
And relief flooded into me so fast it made me dizzy, like that first inhale after holding your breath for far too long.
This was what happy felt like, like a bubbling lightness in my chest and a constant smile, a true smile, not one of the ones I practiced in th
e mirror, but a smile that welled straight up out of my heart before I could stop it.
Happiness was a hundred thoughts throughout the day, thoughts that popped into my mind when I caught sight of a head of brown curls or a strong jawline, thoughts I summoned to while away the work hours, dreaming of last night, looking forward to tomorrow.
But with that happiness came fear, fear of it all ending—BANG—like it had with Lissie and Derek.
When I saw a friendly, happy Joshua at rehearsal the next night, I felt relieved. And when he invited me home with him after rehearsal later that week, I felt relieved. And when I spent the next Friday night in their bed again, I felt relieved. But in between those moments of relief, I worried.
Underscoring the happiness singing in my head ran a melancholy melody: this too shall end.
I’d never forget Lissie’s expression the night she ended it. The three of us had fucked each other into exhaustion and out of condoms and on the drive home the next morning I worked on Derek until I convinced him to let me move in. I’d even gotten him to agree to future threesomes under the condition that they only happen in my room and only on certain nights. Yes, yes. Whatever Derek asked for, whatever would allow this wonderfulness to continue.
I never imagined it would be Lissie who’d call it off.
How many times had I gone back over it since then, trying to find the wrong turn I’d made, to understand how I’d fucked it up? Eventually I realized that everything I’d done and said, everything I’d taught Lissie, all of it had led to her leaving me. The only way I could’ve kept her was to be someone other than who I was. She’d wanted the husband and the baby and the two-story house. She’d wanted Alex. I was only a stepping stone who led her back there.
At Climb Time on my night off from rehearsal the next week, I noticed Jenny mooning over Tommy again.
