Emily unsnapped her bottoms and slipped them out from under her little butt. She had on matching, black bikini panties. My petite wife in her underwear was almost sexier than when she was naked. Once she’d taken care of herself, Emily reached for my shorts and shoved them down, as well. My dick popped up in my boxers, epically hard.
With Emily nearly naked in front of me, I lost track of the rest of the room. I kissed my way down her neck and chest, exploring her body. Her floral scent filled my nose. Again, the heady mix of familiar and new spun in my mind.
I was with Emily, the love of my life. I was with some other strange woman who’d shared herself with two different men. Innocent Emily who enjoyed quiet, missionary sex in the dark, under the covers. Wild, lascivious Em, who cried out in orgasmic pleasure, cursing and pleading, while a stranger came inside her.
Both women existing in the same space. Inexorably different yet undeniably the same. It made me sick inside, how far we’d managed to escape from ourselves. How easily we came back together. Everything we’d gained was marred by all that it seemed we’d lost.
Emily clasped my cheeks with an almost overwhelming affection. She kissed me with an ardor I couldn’t honestly remember ever experiencing, even when we were first together. She gripped me tight, like trying to hold onto the last wisps of a wonderful dream. Like I might drift away if she didn’t hold me in place.
Was this it? Would Emily and I make love in front of our friends, there in the living room, and head home? Some part of me feared it, honestly. This was too intimate, too close. Strange how sex with my wife could make me feel so much more vulnerable than watching her with another man. Than being with a different woman, myself.
I knew that everything we’d done to this point had an element of the performative. Even when we’d separated the day before — Emily’s loud screams from the bathroom were still a way of announcing what she was doing. Of sharing her experience. But making love with my wife, truly encapsulating those words, with two other couples around us was different. Dangerous.
I felt another weight settle on the couch. Emily’s hands on my neck loosened. I heard her giggle. I looked up and saw Mike, sitting behind her. Like me, the tall, thin man was down to his underwear. His long, rapier dick straining to burst free. He didn’t even acknowledge me as I kept kissing my wife. As if Emily were making out with an invisible man.
Mike reached for Emily’s bra and, displaying a deftness he’d lacked before, unsnapped it with ease. Her little breasts dropped free with a happy jiggle. Her upturned nipples looked like overripe strawberries. Mike slipped his hands up my wife’s bare chest and cupped her tits, covering them completely. Pulling her from me so she was leaning back against him.
“God damn, Em,” Mike said, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
My wife responded with a cute cackle, lying prone so Mike could grip her eager little titties harder. I swallowed my objections and, instead, focused on the opportunity that the tall man had provided for me. Because Emily was laying back, it had pushed her panty-covered pussy closer to me.
I reached for my wife’s black, lacy briefs and drew them down to her ankles. Emily kicked her legs, a mix of eager and embarrassed as her full, brown bush was exposed.
“Yeah, Paul, go get her,” Mike said.
I heard a low, feminine groan coming from the other side of the living room. I glanced over and saw Allison and Cassie both kneeling next to Jack. The two blonde women, their bodies so different it was striking, were kissing their way up his naked form. Allison tall and lithe. Cassie tan and curvy. They trailed their mouths up and down Jack’s leathery chest, each on one side, like sharing an ice cream sandwich. All three had managed to keep their bottoms for now, but I knew that was fleeting.
The sounds of wet kissing drew me back to the couch. Emily and Mike were making out, passionately. Mike held my wife’s breasts, possessively. Emily’s verdant eyes flashed over and saw me watching. A guilty little grin played at the corner of her lips. She returned her focus to Mike, but she lifted her knees, spreading them wide.
My wife’s cute pussy was revealed to me. I could see the products of her desire. Her puffy, swollen vaginal lips. A bit of clear liquid shining on her thighs. Even her winking brown anus. It occurred to me that I’d never seen my once-innocent wife so easily exposed. Displayed. Like a butterfly pinned behind glass.
Emily bucked her hips slightly, as if I needed the hint. I lowered my head between her pin-stick thighs and slowly kissed the soft, pink flesh of her legs. The heady scent of my wife’s arousal was overpowering. Like stepping into a room with too much incense; it practically slapped me.
I teased at my wife’s legs, intentionally missing her overt cues for where she wanted me. For some reason, it made me feel like I had a semblance of control. As if I was actually in charge. Finally, though, I relented and let my tongue lap at Emily’s open sex. A long, lazy lick, like I was a big dog. Emily sighed. Her body stilled. Like my saliva on her pussy could quench her inner fire.
Emily stiffened once again. She made a wet choking noise, and I couldn’t stop myself from glancing up. Past her tight tummy and the tiny hills of her chest.
Emily’s jaw hung open, lewdly, as Mike pushed his long, thin dick past her lips. Emily’s cheeks flushed. Eyes wide, almost frantic. Her face contorted further and further as Mike fed her his cock. It didn’t look comfortable for her, at all. But she didn’t push him away.
“Fuck you suck it so good,” Mike said, “You love that dick, don’t you, Em?”
“Mmhm,” Emily said, so easily submissive. She made loud, wet shlucking sounds as he started rocking back and forth.
I didn’t see much to contribute up there, but I had plenty to do down below. I buried my head between Emily’s thighs. She seemed even wetter now. Like biting into the world’s best nectarine, I opened my mouth and engulfed her pussy. Emily let out a long, throttled groan. She arched her back, shoving her sex further into me.
I lapped at my wife’s cunt, glorifying at the reactions I was forcing out of her. The uncontrollable grunts and jolts of her body that I could bring forth. She rolled on the couch as Mike plumbed her mouth. Choked and sputtered. The two of us really might rip her in half, I realized.