8 comments/ 34893 views/ 4 favorites A Wife Plus Two Makes Music By: fantality It was Saturday night. One knock at the door and Rochelle swung it open, immediately taking me into an affectionate hug to her firm chest. A full head of deliciously scented red hair buried my face against her shoulder. My lips wanted to taste the silky white skin of her elegant neck. That's what I'd drafted into my erotic story featuring she and her husband Rob. Yum. She was such a sweetheart. I'll bet she tasted like tootsie pop. Nonetheless, I maintained discipline and kept my lips to myself. I'd come to Rob and Rochelle's for several parties and to play guitar with Rob in his studio. Tonight was a studio night and I was surprised to see Rochelle home and feeling so bubbly to see me. Hey, it didn't confront me at all. Across our many visits I'd come to respect and admire Rochelle. A smart lady with social savvy and great looks. She took great care with her body and hygiene. What a dish. Rob was a very lucky guy. I hungered for any affection she offered so matched her tight hug with mutual enthusiasm. After five months of separation from my soon-to-be ex-wife, I longed for this kind of physical affection. Rochelle and Rob had decided early in their marriage not to have children, instead opting for an adult social lifestyle. Her figure revealed she'd not been through child bearing by the trim lines of her ass and thighs. At 5'10", she is a willowy Amazon. I knew she worked out religiously to maintain her lithe figure, well-proportioned ass, toned legs and firm shoulders. She is well cared for. Tonight, Rochelle looked stunning with impeccable hair, makeup, tight jeans over wide hips. A taut abdomen accentuated her narrow waist. Her elegant white silk blouse worn loosely and provocatively unbuttoned looked great atop tight jeans. I could see she had on a lacy demi bra that promised to show nipples following our hug. Her jeans there offered no indication of panties and I fantasized she wore a disappearing thong or perhaps nothing at all. Rob's arrival cut short my illicit thoughts. No mind, I was glad to see Rob and anxious to gain some new guitar playing insights. "The studio s ready and waiting, but first let's relax a moment. Rochelle wanted to catch up with you and see what she might do to cheer you up. Thinking to myself, I knew exactly what she could do, though I had too much respect to say or do anything suggesting it. The three of us sat comfortably in their living room where Rochelle handed out drinks, saying, "Tom, you really have to taste this new mojito that Rob invented. He used Apple Jack instead of rum. We know you love Apple Jack so created it especially for this evening." She handed me the narrow glass decorated with mint sprigs, and said "Cheers!" Huh? I thought. What's so special about tonight? Must be them wanting to cheer me up. We clinked and I drank deeply. It was delicious. It was also very strong, which caught me by surprise. "I'm guessing there's no shortage of Apple Jack! This is really – but really, damn good! Cheers to you Rob and Rochelle for your creativity!" After some time getting up to speed on each other's lives, Rob and I went up to the studio to warm up. At least I had to warm up. Rob can play like a pro sans preparation. Just make sure any guitars around him are in tune, and he'll go like a virtuoso. I started on some exercises and said, "Man, are you a lucky guy to have Rochelle. She's a hell of a lady. Good for you. But can you order me one up too?" Rob turned from his equipment, and replied, "Yeah. Thank you. She's special. You'll get to know her better and never cease to be amazed at just how special." I didn't know what he meant by that, but continued listening... "She keeps me pretty busy. And, you don't know the half of it. There are times she'd like to go another round or three when I need to get some sleep. Excuse my forwardness, but I think you really would like a woman such as Rochelle." Wow, I thought. He'd tossed me a bone to roll with when I was alone... I was becoming the penultimate mastur-bator. Rochelle was a favorite fantasy and I could attribute my callouses to her likeness. We played for several hours, recorded some decent material for some fun post-production work at home. Rochelle had kept the mojitos Rochelle flowing and I was no longer feeling any pain. Damn, but she always had something interesting or witty to say for entertainment. She was engaging to socialize with. At this point, my fingers not working as playing requires because of the booze. Setting my guitar aside among Rob's 45-odd instruments, I commented that "Rochelle tended bar as well as everything else she seems to do." Rob added, "Yep, there's not much she hasn't mastered. But she works hard too. She worked to refine my mojito recipe – it was a rough-hewn at first. Continuing, "You know she's pretty adventuresome too. I'll tell you about that later if she doesn't. Sometimes when she drinks, she ah, shares ... provocative ideas. And I have half a mind to do some provoking." He said with a mischievous smirk. "Speaking of provoking, Rob, I'd promised to let you read one of my erotic tales. If you're still interested in critiquing one, I've a draft of a female prof who seduced me in college. I'd like to get it up on Literotica within a week or so. "You know, I'd be willing and interested in writing something based on yours or Rochelle's provocative thoughts or experiences. You can trust them to me and review before publishing with names changed to protect the innocent. Then the alcohol got the best of me, and I said, "You know, I've started a fiction that starring you and Rochelle as main characters. But it's strictly a fantasy storyline. I hope you aren't offended. "Really!" So why not let me read that one and help it along? In a sudden panic fearing humiliation, I changed the subject ... "Rob, I've enjoyed too many of your Apple Jack Mojitos and don't feel safe drive. Do you mind if I just hand here for a while on your couch? "Why not stay the night. We have two spare rooms ready to go. I can work on the story if you'd like. Damn, why did I open my stupid mouth? Spinning as I sat back down, "I don't know about that, but I will at least hang around for a bit. What say we play that domino game you guys were talking about earlier?" Rob was effectively diverted. In moments my hosts were showing me how to play their special game. Before long, our conversation turned to sex as it so often does among the living. We shared some our 'wild experience' stories and Rob gave me a sketch of one particularly enjoyable threesome he'd had. Apparently he and his former wife enjoyed a very active sex life. I wondered what Rochelle thought of this. She left to take a leak or something, so I volunteered, "I've never had a threesome." I said. "And it's something I swear to do before I die. It's the scheme for my draft story...don't be offended." Laughing, Rob replied, "Hey, no offense taken at all. We've played with that fantasy. In reality they can be fun or surprisingly disappointing ... even regrettable experiences. Don't assume they will match your fantasies." "Whether it works or not has everything to do with the people involved. Sounds trite and obvious, but really, if there's no foundation of a relationship they can be pretty empty experiences. You might as well toss off and save yourself the trouble. It's best to not go there unless emotional and physical attraction is apparent. Most important, it has to be mutual." Rob continued, "Now then, you see, tonight is a situation with the basic requirements in place. There's a solid foundation for friendship and attraction. I know you admire Rochelle, for example. You're not strangers and have appreciation for each other. The next thing I knew, Rochelle was standing at the door with fresh drinks saying, "Rob! You aren't telling Tom my secrets are you?" We both smiled though Rob stuttered his response, "Oh, no! That was just about some guitar teachers I've had." With a twinkle in her eye, she turned and said over her shoulder, "Then what does 'admire Rochelle' have to do with guitar?" Glancing at me, she winked and said, "I don't know how much he told you, but Rob doesn't tend to exaggerate." That floored me. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was an overture. I'm not certain why, but I replied saying, "Well I've had more than a few wild fantasies too. Even some great experiences in real...such as when my advising professor seduced me in grad school. In any case, whatever we speak of stays among us. Now, I'm all ears if you have something to tell." I didn't know if Rob had told her of my writing and in a further lapse of discipline, I revealed, "Just between us, I write some of my experiences and fantasies up and publish them on Literotica. Rob laughed, saying, "I already told Rochelle weeks ago. She wanted to read what you promised to have me review. Since you turned me onto it, we've gotten to know that site well, haven't we honey?" Rochelle returned a mischievous smirk. "Wow." I said. "Well, you likely wouldn't have seen anything I've written. I'm not much of a self-editor and none of the fifty or so requests for editors has gone anywhere. Rochelle replied, "Well then, can we edit for you? I think it would be fun! My mouth went dry. I was embarrassed to even mention my hobby and now the veil of anonymity might be pierced by the very couple I was writing about. "You know, my stories are pretty out there. I'm not sure I'd like to have anyone read them without a veil of anonymity. In another drunken laps of discipline, I blurted before I could stop myself, "In a funny twist of fate, I've a draft in the works that might give you a laugh and have fun with." Rob smiled, knowing full well what I was talking about and interjected, "It's quite relevant to us and this evening, but incomplete isn't it Tom? If so, what would you say about us sketching the rest out? We can develop it along the lines of our favorite fantasy...yours and ours that is. "That sounds fun Rob!" Rochelle replied. "So Tom, you said that what's said here stays here. We'll be revealing some sensitive things. Are you willing to meet us measure for measure?" I reasoned that it would level the playing field and not make me the sole focus of what was to unfold in the story. "Okay. Fair enough. So then, here's the twist. The story is about an evening just like this one. Rob already knows, but it features you two. I'll start by admitting that I've been harboring a crush on you. And the story is a fantasy. A ménage a trios fantasy. The story starts with my arrival and guitar playing with Rob. Through the evening you serve drinks and that's as far as it presently goes. We'd need to take it from there. This specific scene isn't written into it...though it should be now. A sudden panic took me though. I had to back-track. This could be very uncomfortable and ruin a good friendship if the mere thought of a ménage offended or threatened them. Rochelle blushed, and reading what looked like an objection, I spoke quickly, "On second thought, this is presumptuous. Let me think about it and we can talk next week of something. I'm not quite ready to open the kimono. Rochelle quickly called bull shit. "It sounds hot to me. So Tom, let's have it. What's the problem? What are you afraid of? "You. You and Rob." I replied. "There are some things you don't understand about this story and they may upset you. Confused, Rochelle asked, "What could possibly shock me after what Rob's spoken of in his past? I think I've heard it all. In a ménage a trios we all end up in bed making love. I'm the center of affections and that's just fine with me." "Well, you see, this evening is in itself the basis for the story. And that makes me even more uncomfortable letting you into it. But if you really want to do this, we're already scripting a pretty cool addition to the start I have. We could turn it into a story about acting out a fantasy that surprises us all by becoming a reality. Just a creative twist you know. Rochelle became more flushed as if just now realizing she was to contribute her own thoughts and feelings towards the seduction. Not only that, but that she was to 'pretend' to fall for two men. She felt resistance to doing this and made sure we knew it. It was one thing to pretend 'double teaming' but another to do it. It scared her. She had such poise, opening her mouth; she slipped her tongue first across the top and then her lower lip. "Wow Tom. If your storyline is what I think, then it's; well, going to be fun. Turning to Rob, she continued, "But don't misunderstand me about this, it's just a fantasy and nothing more. We may talk, but don't go about thinking this is anything but fiction. Rob, I know you and I should be clear on this now." "Now then, it's a hot fantasy, and we will write it out, or at least sketch it so Tom can then write. Are we agreed? Fiction and fantasy – not reality?" Rob kind of nodded and I looked sideways. Sorry, I thought to myself, I just won't agree to turn down any opportunity. She called our bluff though, and she said, "No, a nod or shifty eyes isn't enough. I want you handsome but dirty men to say out loud it's only a fantasy." Rob winked at me, crossing his fingers behind his back for me to see, and said, "Yes honey, it's only a fantasy." I did the same. Rob and I were going to give it a real go. Okay then, "Let's get started." So, there we sat with the domino's spread out ready for play. Me with a notebook and pen. Who would start... It was a slow start given the prior conversation. Finally Rob took the baton and said, "Okay then, probably the best way to write is to act parts out. That way it develops in a very real way. I bet most stories are so self-indulgent they don't reflect reality. We can take exception and as long as the details aren't lost, it will be much more compelling. Adding to this, I said, "Great idea. Not only that but we will capture the woman's perspective, which the predominantly male authors miss. They just can't see into the mind of a woman and blend it in properly. "Okay." Said Rochelle. "I can go with that and appreciate the chance to make this story extra special with my view of 'double masculine seduction'." I directed my next comment at Rochelle: "So, how are you going to deal with the thought of doing something so deliciously bad as inviting me into your bed? You have to consider multiple issues: the story challenges overcome your reluctance; it has to deal with Robs willingness to share you; and it needs to resolve any reservations I may have at offending you or Rob. It's got to overcome him seeing his precious wife being taken in front of him. AND, she needs to enjoy it freely, with understanding that her husband wants her to enjoy it." "That's a pretty tough bill of goods." She agreed. "But Rob will do what I say; when I say it's okay. So the key is to be subtle. Seduce me with finesse, delicacy and softness. "But before you get into it, I need a drink or maybe more like a half-dozen. Let's break out the Bourbon!" Walking towards the bar, Rochelle added, "These challenges can all be overcome." Rochelle replied. "I completely agree." Rob said. "Geez Tom, that's a great storyline. Look, Rochelle's already flushed and we haven't even started. Come on, let's get those drinks." Walking downstairs to the bar with Rochelle in front, her fit buns swung just so, capturing my attention with enticing grace. Rob saw this and tapped me on the shoulder while smirking. At the bar, speaking lightly, Rochelle said, "This should not be a sobering discussion and I'd suggest you select some of our specialty bourbon. It should take the edge off and the shake out any apprehension." While opening the liquor cabinet, she continued, "There are a couple ways we can script this and I want to think about which makes 'female' sense. Rob spoke up, "To make this real we should act out the scenes. At least I like that idea." Rochelle looked up with skepticism, "I don't know. Let me think about it. What if you guys got randy enough to take things too far. You know what I mean?" I interjected to break that line of thought by asking about their Bourbon collection. I settled on Rochelle's recommendation: a Kings Cask that's apparently quite rare. It tasted of cinnamon. We had one round while talking about the story line. Then we had another. At that point, Rob suggested we get started and that the first act would be in the studio as we discussed. We might as well head up there to fill it in. We grabbed a couple bottles and some water bottles before heading back upstairs. Arriving there, Rob put on some great swishy salsa music. Rochelle started, saying, "I agree to act out some of these scenes. But first, you men need to toe the line and I'm drawing the line, not you. After a little acting, we need to brainstorm the rest. Fantasies to fill the hotter parts while reality can be used to stage them. No nudity and no sex at all. Don't even think or consider it happening. We'll rite down sketches of each scene and then act them out. After that we'll put the words down. Tom is the true author so will do the writing to keep the text consistent throughout. My, but Rochelle is the commander in chief. Women hold such a stick over our male heads huh? Our 'buzz' had certainly increased as we enjoyed our bourbon. I pulled my notepad out and told Rochelle it was time to be challenged to a dance. This first scene would involve our efforts to perfect a song with Salsa swing. We were having some problems with one (in reality) and suspected they could be solved by following actual salsa dance movements. Rochelle agreed to help with express them (she had studied dance until her late 20s and claimed to have the essential movements). Though she started a bit stiffly, Rochelle soon broke into a rhythmic swooning. When the rough part came up, she broke off saying, "Okay, I think you need a key change to keep the sentiment started with the initial work. Something different is needed to take the suggested arousal to another stage. Here, Tom, give me your guitar and I'll show you what I think would work. I handed her my guitar and she hit a few chords, then a few more. Finally settling on a progression that sounded right with the rhythm we'd set. Rob added some arpeggios to match mark dance moves. But I still needed to get the chord patterns down and I couldn't see her fingering so asked her to show it to me. Standing opposite me, bending over to my height on the couch, she revealed her lily white breasts while straining to make me see what she'd been doing. It didn't help so I asked her to show me right-way forward. This even though I'd miss the view. However, I reasoned that I might get her tits pressed into my back. Yum. Sometimes scheming works. It did this time. She moved around to my back side, reached around to form the chord pattern and pressed her tits into my shoulders. Oh, god, I could have cum right then from their warmth alone. So then, this would become part of the story. She turned me on unknowingly. Or perhaps knowingly. I didn't rightly know one way or the other and wasn't going to interrupt it. Rather I wanted to play it out. I could feel and smell her sweet breath as she spoke to me, imploring me to follow her fingers from one chord to the next. She was patient. And she was warm. Her red hair flowed across my neck and back causing havoc with my concentration. Alas, eventually I gave in and knew the chords. She'd said subtlety was the ticket so I took that route. The reality was I was now half erect though she didn't detect it. Rob and I restarted and once again, Rochelle danced. This time she danced right through our key transition and seemed to lose herself in the music. My god, but she was beautiful moving as she did. A Wife Plus Two Makes Music Ch. 02 Author's note: readers of my first story demanded a conclusion to "A Wife Plus Two Makes Music." I posted that chapter without sufficient editing and hope this conclusion is better received. I'm indebted to TMIMH's for his generous feedback and assistance reviewing this piece. Check out his excellent work is published as the member "toomuchinmyhead". ~FANTALITY * * * * Rochelle's nipples stood proudly atop round breasts. She raised her rye whiskey and drained the glass. Then, with a soft husky voice said, "Let's dispense with fiction and fantasy. I want to live this. But first I'll go freshen up boys. Sit tight and don't go soft on me." While we waited for her return, Rob recounted tales of Rochelle's sexual adventures before and during her first marriage. I knew her to be liberal and uninhibited but had no idea just how much. She'd often taken my hand and held as if we were lovers. On other occasions she'd settle in my lap, or have me on hers. When I sat in her lap I'd feel her rubbing tits on my arm and once in a while I was lucky to enjoy arms around my shoulders to hug me tight. Anyway, according to Rob one of her adventures resulted in their marriage after a torrid affair. Then he told me of her threesomes – I would not have expected, but in context of her outward advances to me they made sense. With a laugh, Rob described an occasion when they jogged by a woman and Rochelle commented, 'I made love with her. We licked each other's pussies.' Rob admitted they'd both had threesomes with other men and women in various combinations...I sighed; if this worked out it would be my first. Was I to have my 'threesome cherry' popped by a red head? Whoo wee! I hoped so. She returned brazenly nude but for heels and thigh stockings, said, "All is ready. Come on boys." She extended her warm hands to ours, and led us into their marriage bedroom. Once there she closed the double doors and spoke to me, "Tom in ten years of marriage this is the first time we've done anything like this. Over the last couple of months we've talked of having you in our bed. Doing this is special us both of." To compel us she continued, "You're both being seduced now, but by me. Not the other way around. I chose the music, I like a warm bed and I wanted dancing candlelight. So if you're the naughty boys I think you are, I'll spare you the hot wax to help you perform." Her intent was clear. Her arms crossed, she even pumped up her tits for us. "Okay, why am I the only one undressed? The last scene of our script is incomplete until you're naked as jay-birds." She grinned. "You undressed me and now I will strip you ... while dancing of course." She took us in her arms to dance as a trio, slowly trading kisses and nibbles. My hands roamed the soft skin of her back, ass and thighs. While I did, she raked her fingernails across my neck, back and scalp. The feelings were electric. I returned the favor by kneading her ropy muscles, tight from frequent exercise along her spine. Rochelle sighed as their tension was driven away and as her tension fled muscles became relaxed. Then her head fell back into my hand, so I pushed my fingers up her scalp from her neck, fanned them and firmly grasped the back of her head. Through thick hair I felt her flex at my aggression - her sense of command wavered and her head flushed hot. I kneaded it firmly and felt her shudder, then fought back by taking my belt buckle in hand and pulled it loose. She yanked open my fly, and then ripped buttons to open my shirt. Then she pulled down the sleeves to immobilize my arms. "Ouch!" Her mouth went straight to my right nipple which she bit hard. Before I could protect my left nipple, she bit it too. Ruefully, she said, "Don't you get uppity Tom - I'm in charge here." Rob had known this was coming and removed shirt, pants and boxers. As a prior victim he wanted to preserve his clothing. But not without getting a laugh in, "Tom, you have so much to learn! Not to worry, I have a shirt you can wear tomorrow in place of that rag you have on." Rochelle turned her smug face to Rob and her concentration returned to me. She raised her pretty foot, stuck a spike heel over my waistband and slowly forced my pants and boxers down. They hung up on my erect cock, so she kneeled, and pulled me free in front of her face to solve the 'problem'. I watched her eyes focus on my cock while my clothing continued to slide down and she fixated on my purple one-eyed head staring back at her. As I stepped out of my clothing my cock swayed like a ticker until it stopped with a bump against her nose. She immediately wrapped her hand around, inserted my head into her mouth and giggled after it popped on exit. "Very nice cock you have Tom! Now stand up so we can dance!" We each took turns kicking bunched clothing to the sides of the room while swooning around. It was as if we were kicking social taboos out of the way from interfering with our fun. Our rhythm broke when Rochelle released my hand and gracefully swept Rob down in a classic romantic kiss. Her pussy lips shined in my direction and I could see how swollen she'd gotten. Then she pulled back up, and swung over to me down before delivering an equally passionate kiss. I extended my hand to touch her wet pussy and raised it to my lips to lick her nectar when we rose back up. From there we danced wildly for several songs. Our energy was high and we all groped pussy, cocks and balls freely. Rochelle startled me when she guided my hand to feel Rob, but it was with even more conflicting emotions when he felt me. It turned me on even while my mind rejected the thought of enjoying homosexuality. Was I bi? I didn't know, but surely enjoyed playing her pussy with my fingers. I got confused about what was a greater turn on. We slowed to the next song, a Bossa Nova samba that begged for flesh-against-flesh dancing. Rob backed away to let us dance so I compressed my cock against Rochelle's hip while I nibbled her neck and ears. A pod of clear precum emerged as we moved and streamed like gelatin across her loins. Rochelle took her hand from my waist, grabbed my cock once again and cooed in appreciation. I'm not overly large, though I was rock hard and visually imagined her wanting me – wanting me to drive that very cock into her moist vagina. Rob rejoined after a minute, and she took his penis into her other hand to jack us together; up and down. "Oh, you guys are hard for me aren't you? My body wants to feel these all night. Come here." She said while leading us to the bed where she settled onto on her back with legs slightly askew. Like good puppies, Rob and I laid down on either side of her warm body. I saw her glazed eyes, high with sexual anticipation and wondered if mine looked the same. Suddenly her eyes cleared and she snickered, "I want my bell rung boys. Bring it on and let me feel what you have." I got right into it, took a nipple between my teeth and antagonized her with the same sharp bites she'd given me earlier. I added tugs at her ears and tongue in addition to slashing kisses, but my eyes never strayed from her wispy red hued pussy bush. Through her sparse hair white lips shone through against the ruby red of inner folds. Her clit hood stood upright and exposed details where wet inner lips joined at the apex of her button. All of it glistened in flickering candle light. Oh, I needed a smell and taste of her nectar so prepared an avenue for my face by moving my hand down the smooth white flesh of her belly. Every inch was a savory adventure aimed at reaching her sex. Rochelle raised her hips to greet my hand and at her bush I paused to comb my fingers through its wispy tuft. My middle finger slipped down, parted her just-shaved lower lips and softly pressed down on her clit. Rochelle widened her legs apart and hummed, "You pine for my snatch don't you?" A peaty-like aroma rose to my nose from her as I replied, "Yummm. Yes, I think I'm in love with your pussy. I want to have it in my mouth. Then I want to stretch it with my cock. You want that too don't you?" "Yes." She was her simple reply. To me, her crimson painted toes matched our fiery desire. I knew what to do with them and wanted to prolong teasing her so I turned down to play tricks with her toes. Each toe I pulled wiggled and suckled. Then, using the slick of my saliva, I worked a finger between each to resemble penetration by a stiff yet smooth rod. Her hips rose and fell in response while her lungs filled and exhaled with the same timing. More opaque liquid drooled from her pussy and I began losing patience with my need to lick it. Rob was concentrating on Rochelle's upper half with passionate kissing... their tongues danced and played in time with the background music. He gave me a smile, and I mouthed a thank you for them both. It was reassuring that each of them was taking enjoyment from my presence. From her feet, I worked my way up to massage her calves where I spread my fingers across the inside of her legs. Then I moved my hands up her inner thighs just above the knee and savored the silkiness as she moved her legs further apart. I could feel her invitation to move upward, so I planted my lips to her cunt and drank from her plump pink lips. "Ooohhh," she whispered with a girlish face. Then she contracted when I touched my finger to her clit. When I pulled my finger away it was tethered to her with an elastic tendril of juice. I spread it around my fingertips, replaced the juice at her opening and inserted my index finger to the first knuckle. "Yessss! Oh, Tom, that feels sooo good!" Guided by her encouragement, I pressed in again, withdrew slowly up the cleft of her clit. I asked, "Does your pussy like that?" In muted reply, Rochelle arched her back and forced my finger back in. She exhaled a tightly withheld breath as I touched my tongue to her opening and lapped at the honey she'd given me. Then I curled my tongue, inserted it like a straw and sucked her inner dew. Her lips clung to my tongue like little wings of Carpaccio, red and inflamed with hot blood. I was so beyond myself with heat now. I knew she wanted to get nasty so stuck my pinky finger in to the first digit in her slick anus. Her sphincter stretched and contracted before she exhaled with a soft moan. I drooled saliva around my finger and reinserted deeper this time - beyond the second digit. She was tight and convulsing against my intrusion, but clearly enjoying the sensation as Rob roughly handled her tits. The devil from inside her was out in the open now and Rochelle welcomed him by raising her knees to her shoulders. Both of her holes were exposed to do with as we chose so I lapped at her pussy and took in more viscous buttermilk, then pushed my pinky into her anus to its base. Her mouth silently opened and closed as I did this while suckling her juice. On the fourth push, she slipped her tongue across her lips. Rob was biting her nipples, adding to the multitude of sensations she was feeling and helped give her a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. She was in her own world now, self-involved and openly wanting to feel sensual minutia from her assaulted orifices. The feel and taste of her pussy enthralled me and her stiffened anal response turned me on more than I thought possible. When I thought she was comfortable with the feeling of a filled anus, I pulled my pinky finger out, and then pushed my middle finger deeply into her neglected vagina. She gasped, ground her pelvis and expressed the air from her lungs with intense pleasure. I ground her spongy g-spot firmly against my finger tip and raked her lubrication out before shoving it all the way through her tight ass hole. She gagged out, "Ah, God! Don't stop! Guys, fill me!" So this time I pushed my middle finger into her vagina and flipped it left and right across her nubby g-spot. Responding, she doubled up, coughed, and squirted into my face and mouth. I drank as her fluid spilled and inserted my thick middle finger into her anus while rolling her ejaculate in my mouth. I'd never before seen or felt a squirt. It caught me off guard and was so erotic to me I struck back aggressively into both her holes at the same time. The sweet taste of her cum surprised and egged me to push harder and deeper using her fluid as salve. My index finger bumped her cervix and I wondered if I could penetrate it later with my cock, when she asked, "Can you touch my clitty again? It loves you." So with my soaking face and hands I separated, pulled her hood lips up with two fingers, and then pressed its apex and saw her delicate button project out for me. It was white like snow on top and fiery crimson at the base matching her finned inner lips. My tongue automatically extended to touch its underside and then I slid down, up and side to side before giving her a rough lash from below. Rochelle jolted and her cunt contracted violently. "Aaaaahhhhh!" She screamed in orgasm. "Aaahhhh! Aaahhh! Go ... od! That's too much!" To accommodate her I delicately wrapped my lips around her hood and sucked it with her clit between my lips, filled them with blood and then swiped my tongue against her clit. Her orgasm hit like a bolt and she cramped with several sharp contractions before falling back and contracting again. After several contractions, her writhing steadied and her consciousness returned. When it did, she began chanting, "Tom... Oh, god!... Oh-h GOD! ... Tom-m!" She moaned my name and said softly, "Mmmm ... Hummmm ... Yummmm. That felt so good! Wow, you guys work well together. No girl should miss out on that!" Smiling sweetly, she said again, "That felt so good!" and cast a thankful look towards us. Giggling, she asked, "Could one of you gentlemen bring me a drink? That took the juices right from me!" We all laughed at her humor and Rob retrieved the pitcher of Apple Jack mojito's and poured her a fresh glass full of mint leaves with ice. Now there's a thirst quencher, I thought. We made small talk for a time while Rochelle effusively spoke of her orgasm saying it was one of her best ever. Her hands never left our cocks, on which she alternated strokes. I never went soft while she spoke and massaged my cock. After a time, she leaned to me and gently touched my lips. Her soft tongue swiped mine; left, and right and left again in an exquisite kiss. I took her breast and hand while she struck my nerves by running her tongue down my neck with a brief bite to bit my nips before she pushed me back into the bed. Her knee lifted ankle high to display me her lush pussy, then she threw it over and straddled my chest. With her gaping pussy in my face she hypnotized me and accentuated the sensation of her tongue probing my navel. Then she lifted my sperm laden balls in the cup of her hand and my cock twitched in response. I was so hard I thought I might burst. Her finger touched my cockhead where she spread my precum around; watching before dabbing it with her tongue and humming with satisfaction. Using her cum slickened finger, she rimmed my crinkled ass hole and then took my helmut into her mouth. She pumped her red lips down to slick the shaft, wrapped her tongue around my flared band and pulled away with a twist. Searing sensations caught me and I felt the release of more precum. It had been a very long time since I'd enjoyed a hummer and Rochelle was a master of technique. Her hand never lost its grip on my shaft and continued to pump it when she closed her mouth around my balls. Each ball she massaged in turn as if weighing the sperm that wanted to rush into her pussy. What an incredible feeling. We were still in a 69 position and when I opened my eyes, Rob was straddling my head while aiming his cock at her wanton pussy I'd licked to inflammation. His balls swung down and touched my nose and smelled of a randy earth scent. Guided by his hand he stuck his head just into her cunt before working it around to stretch her orgasm tightened muscles. Rochelle gave a moan muffled by my cock within in her throat. I watched in fascination as Rob continued pushing in and out before finally penetrated her to the hilt. His hairy balls rested against my fingers still holding her clit spread open for my tongue. Then he pulled slowly out, as if wanting me to see her loose inner lips extend with him. Her lips worked like squeegees designed to spread her sauce evenly around his rod. When he pushed back in, his balls drug across my face then slapped against my fingers which made me feel both nasty and anxious. With his re-entry her thin lips were pulled in and I looked with fascination at seeing a fuck in detail. I took all of this in again and again as he repeated thrusts and withdrawals until a ring of churned jell collected at his base and on her plump outer labia's. God it was nasty – heavenly even; his testicles touching me violated long rooted feelings resistance to feeling so intimately. I couldn't imagine being with a man, but was thrilled with this first tentative touch. Rochelle's mouth fell on my cock in time with Robs pushing. I'd never been deep throated before and was in ecstasy from it. My head hit her rough feeling tonsils and I could feel the back of her throat like a stiff cervix. She was fucking me with her mouth as much as giving a blow job. Rob's tempo increased with rising urgency and I enjoyed her matching deep-throating. My cock was about to boil over and I knew she was already drinking my precum down. Faster than I could react, my balls rose up to explode and she sensed my impending gift. Suddenly my first ropy stream of cum shot down her throat and she took the gob down in one swallow. The second and remaining jets landed on her chest after she pulled me out. These she swiped on her chest and lavishly across her breasts. Her glazed tits caused her nipples to harden on atop crinkled areola. "You're so good to my skin Tom." "Yes." I said, "And your skin is so good to coat with my seed." She laughed, and Rob smiled. Rob continued his pumping at a slower pace, then withdrew and said, "Rochelle get onto your back and raise your legs." She complied and while turning over said, "Wow that was yummy Tom. You're salty like coconut juice." My mouth was dry and I imagined hers was too. Indeed, she asked, "Can I have a drink before the next round? But first Rob needs to kiss me. I want him to taste your cum on his wife." So Rob kissed her while she inserted her tongue deep into his mouth. I saw him grimace, but he took it with composure. Then he broke off, reached for his mojito, took a swallow and handed it to Rochelle. She sat up with crossed legs and exposed her magnificently inflamed, just-fucked pussy lips. Then demanded, "Rob, you said you'd fuck me and I need you to finish the job. Fill my pussy with your cock and sperm before I give it to Tom." Rob grabbed her thighs and pushed them back so her sex gaped before his still slick cock then shoved himself in to his balls. She sighed with relief at being filled again. I managed a smile, kissed her and whispered, "I have no idea what you feel like but I can't wait to find out." Rob moved quickly and said to me, "She's tight. I'm going to cum in her right now. Watch this!" One more thrust of cock into her cunt and he shot load after load into her until it flowed out and down the anus I'd earlier stuck my finger into. It looked like the perfect opportunity to do it again, but I held back thinking it would be better when I were inside her. It was over quickly and Rob pulled out while Rochelle relaxed her legs. I watched a stream of Robs cum slip onto the sheets enlarging a wet spot there. We relaxed for a time; sipping mojito's and recovered our breath. There was tension in the air as we all knew that I'd be fucking someone else's wife in the next scene. Yes, I still intended to make this a story even though we'd abandoned trying to write a script.