Her head was tucked into my shoulder as my hands held her ass and helped lift her off my cock before driving it back home again, pulling her hard against me. I nuzzled up to her ear. “Can’t you just feel it?” I whispered. “On your hands and knees, my cock filling you from behind, Joe’s filling your mouth. You back up as far as you can, until my fat cock is buried to the hilt, and yet you can’t escape Joe’s cock, the head of which is just inside your lips. He grabs you and pulls you forward, until your nose is pressed against his skin, the thickness of his prick filling your throat, you can’t breath, and yet my cock is still there, just at the entrance to your pussy, and you feel my hands grasp you around the hips and pull you back hard. Back and forth, unable to escape our cocks, these two men burning with desire for you. You are perfectly fitted to this use, perfectly accommodating, taking every inch we have to offer, filling you completely.”
“God, that would be wild,” she gasped.
I reached up and slid two fingers in her mouth. She sucked them feverishly while I fucked her. As I got closer and closer I could feel her getting close as well.
“I’m gonna come,” I whispered as I squeezed her ass cheek, forcing her down onto my cock. She sucked hard on my fingers, until her lips were halfway to my thumb, as I exploded inside her.
She trembled and came on my cock, still sucking on my fingers, breathing hard through her nose, moaning in bursts.
As she slowly relaxed, I pulled my fingers from her grasping mouth, rolling her over, and kissing her deeply.
“We’ll make it happen.” I promised her, reaching down and stroking her pussy, as I continued kissing her.
* * * *
Our afternoon delight completed, I decided to head over and catch Jim, and explain the situation to him. Beth was heading down to the pool. I’d known her all this time, and was only just finding out that she was still swimming pretty much every day, and looking to continue swimming competitively. I knew she swam a lot, I just didn’t realize it was so structured.
I drove the 10 minutes over to Jim’s house, and found him working out back. He was understandably upset and I got him to go inside with me, and have a beer while I explained the situation.
“You’ve got to watch the signals, Jim. Act on those,” I advised him, over a cold Sam Adams.
“I thought I was,” he answered. “It’s just what you told me I should do.”
“No. With Karen, she was flirting with you outrageously. Hell, she took her top off in front of you – that was a signal. She was teasing you all morning, and you were teasing back. She took every chance to rub up against both of us all morning long. I saw her slide between you and the wall, when moving the couch, and her breasts pressed against your back, as her hands lingered on your butt – that was a signal. When you walked in on us, you didn’t jump up and grab her, you stood there and had time to assess the situation. When she didn’t get upset that you were there – THAT was a signal. That was the time to make a move. And then respond accordingly.”
I continued, after finishing my beer. “Accidentally walking in on us in the bedroom, and putting your hands on Beth when she wasn’t expecting it, that was a mistake.”
“But last night, she was holding me tight, and she let me see her tits while we were dancing,” he argued.
“Last night you were dancing. During dancing there’s always physical contact. It doesn’t always carry off the dance floor. And all the girls were more than a little drunk last night.” I explained. “Listen, you’ve got a good thing with Karen, I wouldn’t try to push it with Debbie, or Beth. They both like you, although Beth is a little pissed right now, but they’re in a different position. They believe they are in a relationship, whereas Karen and I were just having fun.”
“You’ve got me confused now. What should I have done?”
“When you walked in on us you had two choices. If you wanted to test the waters, you could have let us know you were in the doorway, said something like “excuse me, I’m sorry the door was open” and waited to see what kind of response you got. If you were happy with where things were, you could have just said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude”, then closed the door, got a beer from the kitchen, and waited for us.”
“Shit. How do you know how to always say the right thing?” he grumbled.
I laughed out loud. “I don’t. But I’ve made enough mistakes to learn from them, and I’ve had the advice of friends, particularly female friends, to guide me. My advice to you is to go to Beth as soon as possible, before her irritation over this afternoon settles in, and apologize. Tell her that she’s so damn beautiful you lost your head, but would never want to jeopardize her or my friendship. She’ll take it well; she has a big heart.”
Jim took the advice to heart, and went back to the homestead with me, to do the work on the shop we’d planned on. Beth came home sometime and brought us out drinks. Jim took the opportunity to apologize to her, then, and several more times that afternoon before I had to tell him enough on the apologies. It looked like all things were back under control.
It was getting late when we finished, and we headed back to the house just in time to see the girls return from clean-up duty. Beth had started dinner, just putting in a lasagna that Debbie had cooked, then frozen. Debbie and I headed to my room to clean up, while Jim made for the upstairs main bathroom, and Karen cleaned up in hers.
As tempting as she looked, Debbie and I only cleaned up. She did spend a few moments cleaning my privates, lathering them up, and rinsing them, then applying the ‘taste test’ to make sure all the soap was gone. But just enough to really tease me and leave me wanting more.