Wife's College Friend Demands More

The living room lamps threw a low gold over the couch and the rug. Reid, twenty-eight, sat with one arm stretched along the back cushions, gray T-shirt clinging to his shoulders in the warm apartment. His wife Heather, also twenty-eight, had kicked off her heels after dinner and curled into the opposite corner in a short silk robe, bare legs tucked beneath her. Across from them, Lucia, twenty-seven, occupied the armchair like she already owned the weekend—black dress unzipped to the dip between her breasts, dark hair loose, one heel dangling from her toes.

Their drinks sweated on the coffee table, three glasses gone warm between sips. The wine from dinner was still in the kitchen, barely touched. Nobody here was drunk. The charge in the room came from last night, not from alcohol: Lucia on her knees, Reid's cock in her mouth, Heather watching with her lip caught between her teeth and her hand slipped under her own robe.

Lucia took a slow sip and set the glass down. Her eyes moved from Heather to Reid and stayed, bold as a palm on bare skin.

"I blew you last night," she said to Reid, voice clear and unashamed. "And I haven't stopped tasting it. I want another one. Right here. With your wife watching every inch go down my throat."

Heather's breath caught. Color rose in her face, but she didn't look away. Her fingers found Reid's knee and squeezed, grounding and greedy at once.

Lucia kept going, unhurried and filthy. "And when I've got him hard and wet and shaking, I want more than a show. I want your mouth on me, Heather. I want his cock in me while you ride his face. I want both of you using me and letting me use you until none of us can talk without moaning. I didn't drive three hours for one blowjob and a polite goodbye. I came to get fucked by a married couple who already know they want it."

Reid's cock thickened against his thigh. He looked at Heather. Her pupils were wide, her mouth parted, the robe gaping enough that he could see the tight peak of one nipple through thin silk.

"She's not joking," Heather said softly.

"I'm not," Lucia said. "Watch me take him again. Then give me both of you. Say it out loud so I know you're in."

Heather swallowed. The hesitation lasted one heartbeat and then burned clean off. "Watch her," she told Reid, voice gone rough. "And then you're ours. Both of you are."

Reid nodded, already aching. "Yes. All of it."

Lucia stood, smoothed her dress down her hips, and smiled like a woman who had just been handed exactly what she demanded. "Good. Don't move. I want you both right where I can use you."

Lucia crossed the rug and dropped to her knees between Reid's spread legs. The dress rode up her thighs. She opened his belt and zipper with steady hands and freed his cock, already thick, flushed, the head shining.

"Eyes on me, Heather," she said. "I want you to see how deep I take your husband. Don't look away."

Heather shifted closer. The robe fell open over her tight nipples and bare thighs. She watched Lucia lick a slow stripe from root to tip, then open her mouth and sink down, wet and unashamed, until her lips met her fist and her throat fluttered. Saliva spilled fast, shining on his shaft, dripping onto her knuckles. She pulled off with a slick sound and stroked him, messy and loud, looking straight at Heather.

"This is what I want tonight," Lucia said, breath hot on the wet head. "I want to suck him until he's leaking down my chin. Then I want to ride him backward so you can sit on his face and come on his tongue while I bounce on this cock. After that I want you on your hands and knees, stuffed full of him, while I grind my pussy on your mouth until you're dripping. Then the bed. Both of us on our backs so he can fuck us one after the other and paint our faces and our tits. I want to kiss you with his come on my tongue."

She swallowed him again, deeper, sloppier, gagging once and pushing through it, spit stringing to his balls. Reid groaned. Heather made a broken sound and slid a hand between her own thighs. The sound of it was obscene, wet and eager, and Heather's last scrap of hesitation burned off under the sight of her husband's cock disappearing into her friend's throat. She wanted that mouth. She wanted to be the one dripping. She wanted all three of them ruined together, and she was done pretending otherwise.

Lucia came up, lips swollen, chin wet. "Tell me you want that. All of it. Beg to be in it."

Heather's hesitation cracked. She slid onto her knees, grabbed Lucia's face, and kissed her—hard, open, tasting Reid on Lucia's tongue and moaning into it. When she pulled back, her eyes were wrecked and sure.

"I want it," Heather said. "Please. Include me. Let me taste you. Let him fuck both of us. I don't want to just watch. I need your cunt and his cock and your mouth. Please."

Reid's hand settled in Lucia's hair, holding, not forcing. "I'm in," he said. "Both of you. Everything you described."

Lucia licked spit from Heather's lip and smiled. "Then it's a full threesome. Eager. Mutual. We don't stop until I've had my fill."

Heather kissed her again, tongue deep, and slid a hand between Lucia's thighs, finding her soaked through her panties. Lucia gasped and stroked Reid faster, slick sounds filling the room. Heather tugged the panties aside, dragged her fingers through that heat, and sucked them clean.

"Couch," Lucia said. "Now. His tongue and his cock. You on his face. Me on him."

They stripped fast—robe, dress, panties, his pants and shirt—and Reid lay back, cock flushed and wet. Heather and Lucia stood over him, naked, nipples tight, both of them shining between the legs.

"Yes," Heather said, already climbing. "All three of us. I want this."

"Yes," Reid said. "Come here."

Lucia's smile went sharp. "Then open your mouth. And watch me sink down before you sit on his face."

Reid lay back, shoulders to the arm of the couch, cock standing flushed and slick. Lucia turned her back to him and swung a leg over, reverse, ass settling toward his stomach. She gripped him, rubbed the head through her soaked folds, and looked at Heather.

"Watch him disappear," she said, and sank.

She took him in one greedy drop, cunt stretching, a wet sound filling the room as she bottomed out. Reid's hands clamped her hips. Lucia rolled, grinding, and glanced over her shoulder with a wrecked smile.

"He's deep. Sit on his face. I want him groaning into your pussy while I ride."

Heather swung a thigh over Reid's head, facing Lucia, and lowered herself until his mouth opened under her. His tongue dragged up through her folds, broad and hungry. Heather cried out and grabbed the couch. He licked her slow at the clit, then deeper, nose pressed in, hands holding her thighs open so she couldn't shy away.

Lucia rose until just the head stayed inside and dropped again, ass slapping his hips, cunt gripping him in wet pulses. Slick shone on his cock every time she lifted. She braced on his thighs and rode harder, reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing, mouth open.

"Fuck—his tongue—" Heather ground down, smearing herself over Reid's mouth. Lucia leaned in and kissed her, messy, breasts brushing, both of them moaning while Reid worked under them. He sucked Heather's clit and thrust up into Lucia, the couch creaking, skin loud on skin.

"Don't stop," Lucia gasped against her lips. "Ride his face. Come on his tongue. I want to feel you shake while I'm full of him."

Heather rolled her hips in tight circles, his stubble scraping, his tongue relentless. The orgasm hit fast. She came with a sharp cry, flooding his mouth, thighs trembling, and Lucia kissed the sound out of her, still bouncing, still taking every inch. Reid groaned into Heather's cunt, the vibration dragging another shudder loose. Lucia clenched and laughed, breathless.

"Good. Now switch. I want that mouth. I want you stuffed."

They moved without losing the heat. Heather turned onto her hands and knees, ass up, back arched. Reid knelt behind her, cock gleaming with Lucia's slick, and pushed in slow, watching himself disappear into his wife. Heather dropped her forehead to the cushion and moaned his name.

He gave her a long stroke to the hilt, then another, building a rhythm that made her ass shake. Lucia climbed in front, knees spread, and straddled Heather's face. She lowered her soaked cunt onto Heather's mouth and fisted her hair.

"Lick me. You begged to be included. Eat me while your husband fucks you. Tongue in my pussy. His cock in yours."

Heather obeyed, eager, dragging her tongue through Lucia's folds, tasting both of them, moaning into the wet heat. Lucia ground down, rolling, smearing herself over Heather's lips and chin. Reid fucked harder, the wet slap of his hips mixing with the sounds of Heather's mouth. Every thrust pushed her face deeper into Lucia. Every grind made Heather clench around his cock. Reid's balls slapped Heather's clit on every deep stroke, and the wet sound of Lucia's cunt on Heather's mouth turned obscene, slick and loud, spit and arousal dripping off Heather's chin onto the couch. Lucia tasted herself and Reid mixed together and ground harder, chasing it, voice breaking into filthy little demands that Heather answered with her tongue. Heather's ass rippled with each thrust, and she pushed back for more even as she licked.

"That's it," Reid said, strained, watching Lucia ride his wife's face. "Use her mouth. Come on her tongue. Heather, you feel so fucking good."

Lucia rode in short filthy circles, clit catching on Heather's tongue. "Right there—suck it—" Heather sucked, and Lucia came with a loud cry, flooding her mouth, hips jerking, holding her hair. Heather licked through it, greedy, while Reid drove into her and rubbed her clit from underneath. Heather came around his cock, muffled against Lucia's cunt, and Reid had to still or finish too soon. He pulled out dripping, chest heaving.

"Bedroom. Both of you on your backs. I want to fuck you before I cover you."

They stumbled down the hall, naked, grabbing, and fell onto the bed. Sheets cool. Skin not.

Reid knelt between them. Heather spread her thighs. He slid into her, missionary, her ankles hooking his back, and fucked her deep and steady while Lucia lay beside them, pinching Heather's nipples, kissing her open mouth.

"Look at you taking his cock while I watch. Say you love it."

"I love it," Heather gasped. "Fuck me harder."

He snapped his hips, the head dragging where it made her eyes roll, until she was shaking. Then he pulled out, shiny and throbbing, and turned to Lucia. She was already open, knees up, cunt swollen from Heather's mouth.

"My turn. Fill me. Don't be gentle."

He pushed into her and groaned at the different grip, hot and slick all the way down. Lucia's nails dug into his shoulders. He fucked her in long strokes, tits bouncing, while Heather rubbed Lucia's clit and kissed her, tongue deep, in time with his thrusts.

"Switch," Lucia panted. "Fuck her again. I want her face when you stretch her."

He sank back into Heather. She cried out, oversensitive, still begging. He alternated—deep strokes in Heather, then in Lucia, then back—until both women were incoherent, clutching the sheets, kissing whenever he wasn't between them, cunts swollen and shining, his cock coated in both.

"I'm close," he warned. "Faces. Tits. Now."

They scrambled onto their knees, shoulder to shoulder, mouths open, tongues out, tits pushed up in their own hands. Reid stroked over them, slick fist flying, and came with a rough shout. Thick ropes striped Heather's cheek, Lucia's lips, both tongues, their chins, their tits. He kept stroking, painting them, pulse after pulse, until they were glossy and dripping, come sliding onto their nipples and between their breasts.

They didn't wait. Heather kissed Lucia open and messy, licking the come off her mouth, and Lucia moaned and kissed back, tongues sliding through the mess, sharing it, swallowing. Lucia licked a stripe off Heather's tit and sucked the nipple clean. Heather did the same, mouth hot on Lucia's breast, chasing every drop, both of them whimpering, vocal and shameless, while Reid knelt over them and watched the last of it drip from his cock onto their joined mouths. Come clung in strands between their tongues when they pulled apart, and they went right back in, lapping, sucking, filthy and loud. Reid's come tasted salty on both their mouths, and neither woman wasted a drop.

"Don't stop," Lucia said, come shining on both their chins. "Lick me clean. I want your tongue on every drop."

Heather obeyed, dragging her tongue through the mess on Lucia's throat and tits, lapping him off her skin while Lucia returned every lick, the wet sounds filling the bedroom, both women shivering, Reid already thickening again from the sight of them eating his come off each other.

They collapsed in a tangle on the ruined sheets, limbs overlapping, breath loud. Lucia's collarbone still gleamed. Heather's mouth was swollen and shiny. Reid's cock lay heavy on his thigh, twitching, not finished.

Lucia smirked, hungry, not grateful. She dragged two fingers through a streak on her tit and pushed them into Heather's mouth, then Reid's, making them suck his come off her knuckles.

"I'm staying an extra night," she said. "You invited me for the weekend and I still haven't had enough. I want his cock in me again before morning. I want your tongue, Heather, until I can't hold still. I'm not done using either of you."

Heather laughed, bright and filthy, and immediately shoved a hand between Lucia's thighs, two fingers pushing into that soaked heat and curling. Reid laughed with her, low and wrecked, and closed his palm over Lucia's breast, thumb rubbing a nipple still tacky with his come.

"Then we start again," Heather said, pumping her fingers, wet sounds already loud. "Right now."

Reid stroked himself back to full hardness against Lucia's hip and smeared the leaking head over her clit, right above Heather's knuckles. She grabbed Heather's hair and Reid's cock and pulled both of them in, shameless, already rolling her hips up for more.

"Good," she said. "Then get your cock back in my cunt and make your wife lick your come out of me while you fuck me full again."