I woke up in the middle of the night. We were arranged just as we had been when I fell asleep. I was on one side of the bed, my wife Isabel was on the other side, and my ex-girlfriend Marie was between us. It was a warm night and we were all naked.
When I awoke, Isabel and Marie were both on their backs, snoring. At first I tried to go back to sleep. But the noise of their snoring meant that plan didn't get very far. But then I got an idea. I could play a game with Marie that I sometimes played with Isabel, if I woke up in the middle of the night while she was sound asleep on her back.
So I started caressing Marie's pubic hair. Actually her hair was shorter and sparser than Isabel's, so I ended up caressing her skin as well, but I kept my touch as light as possible. Her legs were too close together for me to get between them without pushing, so I stayed with what I could reach, and just brushed my hand back and forth for a few minutes.
A few minutes is all it took. All of a sudden, Marie's snoring stopped—as sharply as if someone had flipped a switch. So she was awake now. I kept up my gentle caressing, but started to push my fingers down the crease where her legs came together, retreating when they got so close that I couldn't go any farther. After the second time I did that, she got the idea. Without saying a word, without even admitting she was awake, Marie began to part her thighs—not all at once, but slowly, as if she were just stretching in her sleep.
Each time she nudged her legs farther apart, I slid my fingers farther down between them. I tried to keep to just tickling her hair. But the farther down I reached, the less hair there was to tickle and the more I was brushing delicately against her labia instead. When I finally got all the way down, it was time for the next step.
The next step was to use my thumb and middle finger to pull her labia gently apart, and then to slide my index finger inside. Of course she was wet. Whenever I did this with Isabel, two things always happened at the exact same time: her snoring stopped, and a rush of wetness flooded her. So it was no surprise to find Marie so wet as well. I slid my index finger inside until I could trace around the opening from within, and then did so—making circles with my finger and pressing hard enough on the skin of her portal that she broke silence and gasped out loud.
That was enough. It was time to stop being gentle. I slid two fingers inside her with a few quick thrusts, and then curled them around the pubic bone to massage the sensitive spot just beyond it. Marie growled a deep, guttural noise before silencing herself to a whisper; but her heavy breathing repeated the same savage growl noiselessly. Her body tensed up, and she clenched tightly around my fingers so I couldn't have removed them even if I had wanted to. But no, I wanted to keep massaging that spot until it drove her straight over the edge.
In another minute, it did. She rocked and jerked just like she had earlier; but her breathing had a heavy, animalistic growl to it that I hadn't heard before. When she unclenched enough that I could move my hand, I rubbed my thumb over her clit as well, but that was almost gilding the lily. She rocked appreciatively, to be sure, but it was nothing like her ecstasy the minute before.
Finally she waved a hand vaguely that she had had enough, that the intensity had to stop. So I stopped rubbing and pulled my hand slowly out. Marie waved a hand vacantly in my direction. It connected with my chest, so she rubbed her fingers through my chest hair while she tried to bring her breath back under control. Then as she regained her senses, she pushed her hand down my chest and across my stomach until she nestled her fingers in my crotch.
Of course I was hard. I had just been rubbing and stimulating her, so what did she expect? She was still dazed, and tried rather vaguely to rub her hands over me to make me come. But I had a better idea. Hoisting myself on top of her, I slid inside her for the second time in the same night.
The warmth was still very comforting. Being inside her still felt like I had reached a goal long-desired. But it wasn't nearly as urgent as it had been a few hours before. I slid deep inside her, then pulled back out to slide in again, but more slowly, as if I were getting to know her all over again. She opened her eyes, and when I looked into them I saw less raw intensity than before. Or rather, there was the same level of intense feeling. But she wasn't as nervous and scared as she had been a few hours ago. Something had changed. Something had settled. When I had been inside her a few hours ago, her eyes asked me, What's going on? Is this weird? Is this OK? Now they told me, I want you inside me. And even though you married someone else, I never stopped loving you. Be here with me now.
After a while I began to speed up. I felt the tension build up, just as it had before ... but slower. And then, just as before, it all released inside of her. I settled down on top of Marie, we kissed, and we stayed that way for a while.
When I noticed that Marie was starting to fall back asleep, I pulled out of her and prepared to do the same. And only then did I see that Isabel was awake. I don't know what woke her up. Was it Marie's thrashing and growling on my fingers? Or was it my rhythmic sliding in and out? Whatever it was, I realized that I had not heard her snoring for a long time, and she must have been watching us for most of it. Before I could pursue the thought much farther, I had fallen back asleep.
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