I got home from work, and we talked and visited long into the evening. I made a big pot of spaghetti sauce and some noodles, and we spent a couple hours eating pasta and drinking cheap red wine. Finally we started to wind down. After we finished the dishes, Isabel suggested that Marie had done a lot of driving today, so why didn't we all turn in early? I helped set up the sofa bed in our living room, and then discreetly slid back into the bedroom to give Marie some privacy while she took off her clothes and changed for bed.
In another twenty minutes, Isabel and I had brushed our teeth and the front of the apartment was dark and silent. Back in the bedroom, Isabel was still wearing the thin cotton nightie she had put on after dinner. I took off my clothes and looked around for some shorts and an undershirt.
Isabel said, "Oh forget all that. It's a warm night and you won't need it. Come sit here on the bed by me—I want to talk to you."
"Sure, it's a warm night," I agreed. "But I want to have something on to preserve a little decency, in case Marie and I bump into each other in the bathroom at 3:00 in the morning."
Isabel dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "So what if you do? She was your girlfriend in college, right? It's nothing she hasn't seen before. Who cares?"
"Well, ... but ... uhh .... OK, at least let me close the door." I walked across the room towards it.
Again Isabel said, "Oh leave it! My gosh, you're so nervous. Listen! The other room is completely quiet. Marie is asleep. So let's have a little air circulation."
"Whatever." I sat down on the edge of the bed, on my side, right across from where Isabel was sitting. "What did you want to talk about?"
Isabel reached across the bed, and began slowly caressing my cock, gently and idly, as if she had no desire in the world but to be close to me. It swelled a bit and stretched out, but still rested on my thigh. I started to say, "Hey, if you're going to do that I have to shut the door," but she waved me quiet.
"You know," she said softly, "if you wanted to make love with Marie, I'd understand. If you wanted to go into the living room and climb into the sofa bed with her to have sex, I wouldn't stop you and I wouldn't judge you."
"I'm not going to do that," I said. "I've already told you, our relationship—I mean, hers and mine—was really complicated back then. I don't want to go back to that."
Isabel replied, "All college relationships are complicated. That doesn't mean it has to be complicated now. Today, it might be simple and physical." She continued to stroke me, almost absent-mindedly; two fingers slowly down the top of my shaft, then one over the glans and around the underside of my shaft to my balls. Then repeat in reverse. At this point I was at half-mast: my shaft was off my thigh, and about parallel to the floor.
"Really?" she asked softly. "Whenever Dolores visits, it seems like you want her. Or like you'd be happy if we invited you in between us, so you could play with us both at once. Isn't that true?"
As soon as Isabel mentioned Dolores, I swelled up to fully-erect. Her caressing fingers were starting to make me itch, and it was getting harder to pay attention to what she was saying.
"Well, ... I mean, ... that's different. It's ...." What did I want to say, anyway? Damn, all I could think about was her caressing me! "I mean I don't want to turn my back on you."
Right away, Isabel picked up that thought and ran with it. "Do you mean you want me to fuck Marie? I could do that. She's got a nice body. I was in the other room talking to her while she was getting undressed, and she's got a very nice body. I'd love to make love with her. Is that what you are asking me to do?"
"I ... um ... uh ...."
Isabel turned to the open door. "Marie, are you there?"
Marie's voice came from just outside. "Yes." My hands jerked reflexively to cover my straining hard-on, but Isabel firmly pushed them away.
Isabel smiled. "Have you been listening at the door?"
"Yes."
Then Isabel asked, "Are you completely naked?"
Marie paused, and then answered in a quieter voice, "Yes."
Finally Isabel told her, "Come in here and lie down on the bed between us." She stretched lazily and pulled off her nightie.
Marie stepped cautiously through the doorway. She had automatically moved her hands to cover herself, then deliberately pulled them back by her sides. Her eyes darted around for a minute, resting briefly on Isabel's breasts and then staring at my hard-on. When she got to the foot of the bed, she climbed up and crawled on all fours until she reached the pillows, then settled down on her back.
Isabel said, "There you go. That's perfect. The bed's a little snug for three people, but I think we'll do fine." With one hand she cupped Marie's right breast, while the fingers of her other hand traced circles around Marie's left nipple.
Isabel must have heard my thoughts. She slid her hand from Marie's breast all the way down her side to her thigh, pushing mine out of the way. Then she cupped it around Marie's butt and pulled her onto her side—facing Isabel and away from me. In a gently chiding voice she said, "This was my idea, so I get to go first. You can watch."
Isabel began to kiss Marie on the lips, gently at first but soon pushing them apart insistently with her tongue. Marie got the idea very quickly, and began exploring Isabel's mouth with her own tongue too. Isabel snuggled up next to Marie so that their breasts mostly mashed together, except that Isabel kept one hand in amongst them (the one from the arm that was otherwise underneath her). She crooked two fingers of this hand and scratched Marie's nipples—now one and now the other, as their bodies shifted back and forth. Those nipples were now fully engorged and reaching out, begging for Isabel to scratch them more. Little ridges began to rise in Marie's aureoles, and her breathing was getting heavy.
But the real action was with Isabel's other hand. After rolling Marie onto her side, she slid that hand over Marie's belly and played with her belly button for a minute. Then she pushed down into Marie's pubic hair, and nudged her legs apart. As Marie opened her legs, Isabel pushed two fingers past the labia and up inside her. Marie gasped sharply at that. Isabel rocked her fingers in and out for a couple of minutes, as Marie's eyes widened and her gasping got deeper. Then with a smooth motion, Isabel slid her fingers out again, and spread the thick wetness up over Marie's clit. When she got there, she began to focus, strumming her fingers harder and harder, faster and faster, over the one perfect spot. Marie went from gasping to holding her breath. Her eyes were wide but glassy. Then her whole body jerked, again and again as Isabel kept strumming. Marie's face was red, and a flush was spreading down her neck. With the first jerk, Marie yelped; but right away she silenced herself, whispering the screams that were coursing through her.
Marie had been mostly passive through this. She used her one free arm to caress Isabel's side ineffectively, but was too nervous or too inexperienced to do much more. So as soon as she started to catch her breath, I leaned over her, grabbed her wrist, and slid her hand between Isabel's thighs. Even from there I could see Isabel was sopping wet; so I shoved Marie's hand hard into her vulva and said, "Now it's your turn. You do the same for her."
Marie fumbled a little. It was obvious she wasn't used to this. But she did find Isabel's clit, and started rubbing it firmly. At the same time she nestled in closer: pulling Isabel in for a deeper kiss, mashing their breasts together again, and even rubbing bellies. If she hadn't already been over the moon, it was clear that Marie would have been intoxicated all over again by Isabel's scent, and her wetness, and the soft yielding flesh of her vulva. Finally Isabel began to breathe heavily; then after a few minutes she clutched and cried "Oh my God!" She pulled away Marie's hand, saying, "I get too sensitive, so you have to stop now." And the two of them lay in each other's arms, catching their breath and staring deeply into each other's eyes.
Finally Isabel patted Marie's thigh. "Why don't you roll over for Hosea now?" Then she smiled at me. "OK, now it's your turn. And I've already warmed her up for you."
My God, where do I start? I'd been hard so long it was starting to hurt, and I was dribbling pre-cum. I stared into Marie's eyes, and saw raw desire staring back at me. All the fake intellectual poses from college were gone. This was about pure need, for both of us. I slid my hand between her legs to pry them apart just enough, and slid inside her.
Ah yes, that's right. The pain vanished and I felt the warmth of her body surround me. I pushed all the way in, and Marie jerked with pleasure, just a little, when I bumped her cervix. Oh, I need to do that again. So I backed up and bumped her again—and again, and again, each time a little harder and faster. Soon I was crouched over her, beating out a furious rhythm inside her. I grabbed her knees and pulled them up, which rocked her back just a little and let me pound even deeper. Then after only a couple more minutes I began to feel the familiar pressure build up inside me, starting in my crotch and then rising until I felt like my whole chest would explode. A little more, ... and then a little more, ... and then ... and then ....
And then it all gave way at once. I collapsed onto Marie's breasts, my mouth clutched hers in a desperate kiss, and all the while my whole body pulsed as I squirted into her again and again. The world fell away. All that was left was my body and hers: mine pulsing and pumping into her, and hers holding me tightly in a fierce embrace. We lay there for minutes, or years.
Finally we both began to breathe normally again. I lifted myself off of her breasts and pulled out of her. As I lay down on my little slice of the bed, Isabel reached up to turn out the light. The three of us cuddled, and I was asleep in minutes.
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