When the Seelie Fae Come Knockin’

When the Seelie Fae Come Knockin’

It was The Big Night, and for once both my wife and I were in the house to greet the Trick Or Treaters. Our eleven-year-old daughter, Eve, was out TOT’ing with some friends and their parents and would be spending the night at a slumber party. Terri and I were looking forward to a rare night alone and were currently having fun toying with the kids as they came to our door. The kids especially liked when Terri did the greeting, as she was a teacher at our local elementary school and they already had a warm relationship with her. The flow of loot-seekers was slowing to an occasional trickle and it looked like we would soon be shutting down for the evening. I was in the kitchen getting a cold drink when the doorbell rang.

“Trick or Treat!” The sweet, piping little-girl voice was instantly followed by a gale of laughter from my wife.

“Jake! Come in here!”

I entered the living room where Terri leaned against wall next to the front door, shaking her head and silently laughing. The wee darling stood in the doorway with an ear-to-ear grin, looking up at my wife and turning around to beam at her mother on the porch.

Her costume was a downward-pointing cone of fabric that was airbrushed with various whorls of blue, white and gray winding around it. Some white puffy material — probably that stretchy cobweb stuff you have to pull apart for Halloween decoration — was likewise tacked to the fabric for texture. The top was some sort of hoop or foam disk that sat atop her shoulders, below her chin, and was also topped by puffy white. And attached to the costume, in random places all over, were heads, tails, and fins of little plush toy sharks. Her sleeves were long shark sock puppets and her face peered out of the mouth of a big goofy shark mask. I grinned from the archway and did a loud, slow clap. One of my favorite bad movies of all time had come to life in our living room.

We rewarded the adorable Sharknado girl with several full-size candy bars and I threw in a handful of quarters to boot; she was clearly the best costume of the night. We gushed over her costume and sent her whirling along her way with a huge, proud smile. Another happy and satisfied customer. After 20 minutes or so of quiet we decided to call it a night. Terri gave me a warm and happy hug and kiss. Interacting with the kids on Halloween was her favorite holiday activity of the year.

The neighborhood kids loved her, and she loved them back. She’d been heavily involved in theater since grade school, performing in every play she could. She loved to perform, and her enthusiasm for make-believe just naturally radiated into the kids and encouraged them to do the same. Playtime with Evie was like watching fantasy worlds unfold into existence. Terri nurtured imagination and, while always being careful to point out the difference between fantasy and reality, encouraged imaginary play to be unfettered.

Much to my eternal marital bliss, this quality extended far beyond the world of innocent youth. Her adult play was equally creative. I had never been into role-play; to me it just felt silly and awkward. But Terri reveled in it. Bless her soul; she never assigned me a role to play during sexy time and expected me to live up to it. No, she’d just do her own thing and I’d passively get swept up in it and assume the role naturally. She’d be the naughty schoolgirl, alternately misbehaving and submissively begging for lenience until eventually I would feel myself become the strict disciplinarian teacher or principal, extracting atonement from her nubile teenage body. Or she was the incompetent employee, willing to do anything to keep her job, and I became the domineering asshole boss forcing her to pleasure me.

She could just eventually draw the games out of me; she’s quite the actress and her enthusiastic, earnest performances would just sweep me up. It’s magical. It’s one of the main reasons I love her so much. We both deal with mundane life every day, but Terri can make life fun and adventurous just by deciding that it’s time to do so. And the fact that she’s sexy as fuck doesn’t exactly hurt.

But even beyond that, she’d set up these little scenarios just for the fun of acting. She’d play pranks on me, or serve dinner in character as a gum-chewing bimbo truck stop waitress, or dress up to give elaborate game-show prize-babe reveals for the Amazon package that arrived before I got home from work. She just liked performing. And I ate it up.

So… the good part… I know, you’re like, “Jake, cut to the chase. What does she look like?” Okay, I’m getting to that. Terri is five foot five, with thick, raven-black, shoulder-length shaggy hair, and big, dark brown eyes that are like bottomless pools of liquid love. Her face is soft and full, and when she smiles — which is often — her cheeks dimple adorably. As for frame, I’m sure some guys would call her plump or chubby, but I wouldn’t go that far. I would acquiesce to describing her as thick — or thicc, as the kids are calling it nowadays — just to differentiate her from slim or athletic-looking. But I prefer to think of her as All Woman. Shapely legs and thighs, generous round bottom, more than generous beautiful bust, and proportional curved tummy that suggests a taste for the good life without sagging into the “dunlop” stage. Not that I recoil in horror from women that cross those lines to some extent; she knows my taste for curvy females and knows I would be more than happy to spend some hot naked time with a bigger woman. But she also knows that I’d be just as happy to spend that time with a petite, tiny-titted waif as well. I like women. Sue me.

Tonight, Halloween, she was wearing her Elvira dress, but with a white ruffled lace dickie and red-ribbon choker that concealed her bounteous cleavage; of course, kids, family friendly and all that. The previous weekend however, at the company Halloween party, she went full-out Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Her cleavage was not just on full display but boosted by a specialty shelf bra that would probably earn her a fine if she wore it in public. Despite her own naturally black and fairly bushy hair, she got the appropriate bouffant wig with waist-length hair befitting the character. She’d spent hours on YouTube studying Elvira’s speech and mannerisms in preparation for the party, and when the date rolled around she had the character pretty well nailed.

At first, every male eye was glued to her (or at least to her tits) and the wives were eyeing her with harsh glares, but Terri– God bless her — spent most of her time talking with the wives, staying in character the whole time, and had them rolling with laughter. She had all the mannerisms down; the head tosses, the confused looks, the silent laughter; the whole campy, trampy, valley-girl shebang. When the wives warmed up to her, she started flirting outrageously with the husbands, but in that same over-the-top, clumsy way, all the while maintaining a connection with the women. She was pretty much the hit of the party, and when we left — Terri hanging onto my arm — I could see the envy in a lot of the guys’ eyes. That night was good for the ol’ male ego, let me tell you.

But I digress. It had been a good 15 or 20 minutes since the Sharknado had menaced our porch and we went outside to look for any evidence of remaining costumed bandits. All the other houses had doused their porch lights and turned off their projectors and inflatables, so we decided it was time to call it a night. Terri flicked off the porch light and gathered up the digital camera and skulls from the outdoor table while I walked to the tree that held our projector. I pulled the plug and our singing jack-o-lanterns went silent in the middle of “Grim Grinning Ghosts” and became ordinary pumpkins, sleeping in the shadows. I carried the projector and extension cord inside while she went to fetch the third camera out in the yard which had recorded the TOT’ers approaching the house. When our valuables were all inside we locked the door and started deciding on the next steps of our rare and treasured night alone together.

She sauntered up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist, beaming up at me. I bent down and our lips met in a gentle, leisurely kiss. She rested the side of her face against my chest. “So… what are we going to watch tonight?” The post-treater Halloween movie was tradition for us.

“Well…” My mind went over my list of favorite Halloween movies. “We’ve got Trick or Treat , Halloween of course, The Thing, Trick ‘R Treat (the anthology), It, Creepshow…”

She looked up into my eyes. “I want to watch Ghost.”

I tried — and failed — to suppress a smirk and rolled my eyes. This earned me a punch in the arm and a pouty frown. Terri knew my opinion on the film; I felt it was just a sappy chick-flick. But she loved it, and of course Patrick Swayze was a total panty-moistener for her. My disregard for the movie was mostly feigned; it always put her in a warm and romantic mood, which, for Terri, required only a bit of skilled, seductive nudging to guarantee a night of hot, passionate lovemaking. And I was most certainly down for that, which is why I never argued the choice and always conceded. Hey, I’m no dope. When you’re married to a sex machine — and I am — You don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You saddle up and ride when the opportunity presents.

I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and turned toward the kitchen. “I’ll start the popcorn, you find the DVD. Drink?”

“White wine’ll be fine, babe.”

I got 2 glasses out of the cabinet and pulled a magnum of pinot grigiot from the chiller. I then put a medium saucepan on the stove, found its lid, and went searching for the oil, butter, and bag of popcorn kernels. None of that microwave shit in this household; we have standards here.

I caught myself quietly singing “Monster Mash.” Those damned singing pumpkins… you hear the same five songs playing over and over for four hours and they become earworms. As I fished the corkscrew out of the drawer I heard the doorbell ring. “What the hell?” I called out. “You turned out the porch light, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” she called back. “I’ll see who it is.” I heard her open the front door, but didn’t hear any conversation. I found this curious but shrugged it off, peeling the wrapper from the neck of the wine bottle and working the corkscrew into its target.

“Honey, we’ve got company!” I furrowed my brow, wondering who it might be, and turned to head towards the living room. It was then that I saw the room momentarily light up in a brilliant flash of white light and heard a shrill whistling noise which quickly faded into silence. When I reached the archway, I was greeted by a curious sight.

Terri was standing at the doorway, her back toward me, and she was sparkling. Literally. Her black dress and hair were peppered with what appeared to be glitter; not the large kind you see on New Years and Christmas decorations but that fine, pinpoint-sized sparkly stuff like strippers wear. Standing in front of her, looking up into her face was… a fairy.

As tiny as she was — she might have been almost five foot if she were standing on a phone book, but she wasn’t — her face revealed her to be a young adult, not a child. Her costume was pushing the boundaries of street-legal. Very thin, gauzy fabric was draped and wrapped around all areas that legally mandated concealment, but would have done nothing to hide them were it not for the long sash of sparkling white that wrapped around her naughty bits and nothing else. A pair of gauzy, bifurcated wings extended out behind her and to the sides and appeared to move with her breathing. There was a weblike, ornate array of narrow white straps circling her upper ribcage and extending up around her neck that apparently held the wings in place; otherwise, no trace of straps or strings suggesting undergarments were to be seen. A narrow white belt around her waist held a long belt pouch in front which hung down like a loincloth.

She was slight of build; from this angle she showed a bit of fullness to her hips but was otherwise very delicate and slender, with small but delightfully shaped teardrop breasts that were maybe a B-cup or a full A. Her skin was flawless, her shaggy blonde hair enticing, and her face somehow shone with both innocence and naughtiness at the same time. Hanging at her side, her hand held a wand like a gnarled root that glowed with a bright but fading green light.

“Uh… hello?” I figured this was one of Terri’s friends who’d just come back from a Halloween party and stopped by to visit on her way home. Glittery Terri slowly turned around, her face blank, and looked in my direction — through me, or past me, with a thousand-yard stare — and smiled a faint, dreamy smile.

“Honey, we have a guest… why don’t you pour us all some wine?”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled as I turned back to the kitchen. Whether this was a preconceived setup or an impromptu opportunity that she decided to run with, she was clearly playing me and putting on a show. The glitter suggested that this was planned, and I had no idea what the punch line would be — or if there even was a punch line… this could be just an overly theatrical way to introduce me to one of her friends; Terri’s like that.

I got a third glass out of the cabinet and went to work with the corkscrew when I heard faint giggling from the front room. Listening closely, I poured the wine and set the glasses on a small canape tray, trying to figure out if I was hearing whispered conversation or sighing.

When I got to the archway I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw hanging open. I have no idea how I managed to avoid spilling the drinks off of the tray. The sight before me was electrifying, and my brain was reeling as it tried to determine if I was really seeing it or not.

The diminutive blonde fairy was kneeling on the couch, her forearms braced on the backrest, her knees spread wide, eyes closed, an ecstatic smile on her face. Her semi-concealing white sash had been discarded. The transparent, gauzy wrap around her firm and exquisite little body was in total disarray, doing nothing to conceal her nudity. And my gorgeous, voluptuous wife was kneeling on the floor behind her, stark naked, with her hands gripping the little blonde’s hips and her face buried between the cheeks of her perfect little round ass.

I stood there, staring wide-eyed like a deer in the headlights for what seemed like an hour but was probably only a minute or two. Maybe three. The blonde was audibly breathing hard, in ragged fits and starts, and articulating little squeaks and coos. My wife, on the other hand, was moaning with abandon, and her grunts and growls were overlayed with smacking and slurping sounds as she indulged in her sapphic fairy feast. Watching her range of positions as she angled her head up and down the cleft of our guest’s behind, it was clear that Terri was feasting on both ass and pussy with equal gluttony, and her petite friend was taking it in a state of pure rapture. The fairy’s wings moved in time with her panting.

In a daze I approached the couch and set the tray on the end table next to the white chamois belt pouch, gently and quietly, as if to not disturb them — I’m not sure why. My brain was out of gear. The fairy opened an eye halfway and smiled dreamily at me. She reached off to her side and groped about, feeling for something, and produced her wand. It was about 9 or 10 inches long and resembled a piece of tree root, tapering to a point at the end and covered in rough, brownish gray bark. As she looked in my eyes, I could see the business end of the wand start to glow green, slowly increasing in brightness. Her smile widened into a wicked grin, and she brought the wand to point at me — more specifically, at my crotch. For a brief instant, I caught a glint of glass on the underside of the wand and saw the strobe tube mounted in its length. I had an idea what was coming.

Angling it down — I assume to keep the flash tube concealed — she waved the brightly glowing sprig in mysterious fashion and proclaimed her incantation. “Penilious priapose!” She flicked the wand upright, the brilliant white flash momentarily blinding me and leaving a hovering blue ghost in my field of vision. As the strident whistling noise of the wand faded I couldn’t help bursting out in laughter, both at the silliness of her spell’s name (I briefly wondered how Hermione would have turned out if someone at Hogwart’s had taught her that one) and the absurdity of the idea that I’d need sorcery to achieve erection: By now I was sporting a serious plank of hardwood that was challenging the structural integrity of my zipper. No magic necessary.

Holding the still-glowing but fading wand in her hand, she stared hungry and unblinking at my crotch and gestured with her other hand in a come-hither motion. She twice slapped the backrest of the couch in front of her face while staring at my bulging cock and crooked her finger at me. Her message was clear: Bring that bad boy over here.

I gulped and looked down over the twin globes of the fairy’s cute little bottom for confirmation from my wife. She was watching my face. Suddenly appearing agitated, she made a show of herculean effort to push herself back away from that delectable tushy and wailed in mock despair, “Jacob, don’t even try to fight it! It’s no use! Her magic is too powerful!” The blonde reached back with her wand, pointing it at Terri, and the green glow ramped up to full brightness. Terri’s eyes rolled back in her her head and with a ravenous snarl, she lurched forward and buried her face back in her friend’s pussy. The fairy squealed in lust and delight. She opened her eyes and locked her gaze to mine and, with a scowl of impatience, slapped the back of the couch again, hard. Now!

I immediately kicked off my loafers and started unbuckling my belt. You don’t have to tell me twice. Well… okay, I guess in this instance she did have to tell me twice, but this was a new situation and I was caught off guard. Now the message was fully in place and I was on board. And stiff as one, too. My shirt, pants, and boxers were off in a flash and flying across the room in some random direction or other as I took my rightful place before my new friend’s hungry, waiting mouth. She dropped the wand, which abruptly ceased its glow, and wrapped one hand around the base of my throbbing cock while the other cupped my full, heavy balls. She leaned in and gave my cockhead a tender, friendly kiss, and then ran her tongue under my entire shaft from balls to tip in a slow, leisurely lick. It was on. She winked up at me and whispered, “I’m Jenna.”

“Hi, Jenna,” I replied, breathily, stupidly. What do you say during an introduction like this? “I’m happy…” I sucked in a quick breath when her tongue again bathed the underside of my cock. “Very, very happy to meet you.”

“And I’m very, very happy to meet this,” she replied, gazing back down at my engorged member. “I’ve heard so much about it I just had to meet it.” She glanced back at Terri with a naughty grin.

Terri had switched from mouth to mostly hands and fingers on the horny little sprite and was leaning to the side, peering over her friend’s shoulder to get an eyeful of the oral action. My eyes locked with hers and she smiled broadly, giving me a sly wink. God, I love that woman. I watched her arm motion as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of the little blonde’s pussy and felt a pair of lips close around my cockhead. I looked down and watched as she sucked on the tip of my dick, swirling her tongue around and around the rim. I moaned. She smiled broadly, held my shaft in her left hand and lowered her mouth to my balls. Her tongue — narrow, pink, and surprisingly long — darted out and started teasing my ballsack, poking, prodding, and licking, which she interrupted periodically with little kisses. She sucked one ball into her mouth, swirling her wet tongue around every square millimeter of it, then popped it out of her mouth and gave the same attention to the other, all while giving long, slow, oh-so-light strokes to the shaft of my throbbing prick.

Terri raised herself to a standing position, maintaining her slow, rhythmic stroking in and out of our fairy friend. She used her free hand to massage and stroke every inch Jenna’s body, drinking in the sight with her eyes. Meanwhile, the petite woman had begun licking the shaft of my penis from balls to tip and back down again, covering every side and angle, before taking the head into her mouth and slowly working it in. This was a very small woman with a correspondingly small mouth, and while I’m not pornstar/equine ridiculously hung, I’m definitely on the high end of average in terms of cock size and her teeth were impossible to avoid. Not the front teeth; she was able to open her mouth to an impressively wide degree. But those back teeth, those molars… the left and right sides of her jaws were just too narrow, too close together, for the rim of my mushroom cockhead to miss, and the scraping around my ridge was truly uncomfortable. However, the spritely little minx had obviously dealt with this issue for years, and had worked out a simple solution.

This fairy was a deepthroat queen.

She got the head of my cock past her back teeth, at the back of her throat, and that’s where the blowjob truly began. Her long, narrow tongue slithered around the length of my cock as she began working it down her throat. I gasped and reached down, momentarily gripping her hair but thought twice and decided not to be too aggressive. Gentleman to the core, I am. I ran my hands over her shoulders, down her upper back, and to her sides, below her armpits, where I decided to park my hands. I held her there by her ribcage and groaned at the sensations of the deepthroat blowjob she was administering. All the while those translucent fairy wings pulsed with movement, flexing and extending slightly, like a butterfly’s. The movement was so realistic it was almost disturbing, and it made this master-class blowjob feel surreal and strangely hot. When she had my cock fully swallowed, her nose buried in my pubes, that long tongue snaked out and started licking my balls, covering every inch of them, before extending underneath my ballsack and pressing on my taint. I gasped, fearing I would blow right then and there.

My body jerked and twitched at the sensation. I looked at Terri and saw that she had turned her visual attention from the wee blonde’s body and was now intently watching the oral extravaganza. Her eyes were wide; she was almost as astonished as I was. She looked deep into my eyes and like lightning, our mouths found each other and we were kissing deeply, passionately. Both of her hands came up to frame my face as mine entwined themselves in her hair. I could smell Jenna’s pussy on her fingers. My heart was hammering as the fresh surge of desire flooded my body, and I felt that Terri was feeling that same surge. Our fairy friend was now no longer being genitally stimulated, but appeared to be feeding off of our energy, and began sucking and swallowing my cock with a renewed fervor, making hungry little grunts as she worked me with her muscular throat. I started feeling that familiar tingle throughout my cock, and my balls were drawing up, preparing to boil over. I pulled my glistening cock out of that wet, tight tunnel where it desperately wanted to remain and walked around the end of the couch.

“Position change!” I declared as I sat down next to the blonde. My lovely naked wife was standing before me, apparently wondering what was to come next, and I reached out and pulled her to me. She straddled my lap, grinning hungrily, and grabbed my cock, maneuvering it into position as she lowered herself onto it. Her eyes rolled back as she sank onto me and sighed with pleasure, a smile of pure satisfaction spreading over her face. We looked into each others eyes with that delicious mix of love and lust that we’d spent years cultivating together. Our lips met in a passionate, soulful kiss that passed wave upon wave of pure heat and electricity between us. What started as a gentle rocking of her pelvis quickly accelerated into a furious pumping as she rode my cock, groaning and moaning into my mouth while I gripped her hips, her ass, her back, and her tits in a frenzy to feel as much of her luscious body at once as I possibly could. The heat of the situation must have been working on Terri something fierce, as I could see she was coming to the brink, even though she had received no physical stimulation other than that of her own fingers before we started fucking. I beckoned her to slow down so I wouldn’t come yet.

It was then that I realized that our fairy visitor was no longer kneeling next to me. She was sitting on the back of the couch, watching us intently, a huge grin lighting up her pretty pixie face. She had a hand covering her pussy, two fingers deeply inserted, and was frigging herself in fast little circles as she drank in the fuck-show that Terri and I were providing. She could feel the heat that we had for each other and was clearly digging it. Not wanting her to feel left out, I looked into her eyes and barked, “Stand up!” Her eyes went wide with surprise at my change of tone, and she quickly stood up on the couch cushions. I patted her right ankle. “Now put this foot over here.” I patted the couch just to the right of my lap. Her face opened up with a wide, knowing smile, and she stepped across me, facing Terri, and squatted down, lowering that beautiful little tush to my face.

What followed was what I consider Heaven to be. If Heaven isn’t like that, then I’m not the least bit interested in going there when I die. My plush, voluptuous wife was riding me, her luscious pussy sucking and stroking me while that delicious full ass rocked against my thighs. A tiny, beautiful young hottie was squatting over me, offering her beautiful shaved pussy and tight little round ass to my face while she bent forward and passionately made out with Terri. I reached both hands between her legs and wrapped my arms around her hips to grasp her perfect little butt cheeks in my hands, and let the banquet begin.

I don’t know how long this arrangement lasted, but it seemed to go on forever, and I was fully down with that. Terri rode my cock like an expert, a PhD in fuckology. The finely tuned muscles in her love tunnel worked my member like a milking machine, and the fluid, wavelike rocking motions of her hips were pure bliss. It took years for me to train myself to back off from orgasm, and I definitely needed the fruits of that training now. Terri’s pussy could pull a cumload from a bronze statue.

Meanwhile, the beautiful little pussy of our guest rode my face with abandon. Her hips and waist flexed and squirmed as she moaned her pleasure into my wife’s mouth. I gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands to fix her into position and attacked her tiny pucker with a vengeance. She squealed and gasped as my tongue pressed and probed all around her butthole. I lapped at her smooth, slick pussy like a famished kitten at a saucer of fresh cream. I kissed and nipped at her perfect, diminutive round butt cheeks. Her squeaks, moans, and sighs of approval were like sweet birdsong to my ears.

I heard a schlucking sound as a very deep, wet, and suction-heavy kiss was apparently broken. My wife’s voice piped out sweetly, “Honey? I think our fairy visitor lost her wand… could you help her out with yours? I think she could use some of its magic.” She stood up, making a slight squelching sound as my cock protested at it’s sudden abandonment, and backed away from the couch, pulling Jenna’s hands with her. The wee blonde squealed and laughed as she was pulled off the couch, barely keeping her balance as she stepped off onto the floor. Terri squatted down and laid back, guiding Jenna down with her. Our friend knew the score; she quickly got down on all fours and buried her face in Terri’s soaking wet cunt, her beautiful little rump raised in the air and ready to receive. Oh fuck. It’s really on now.

I locked eye contact with Terri. This was the Rubicon; I was preparing to cross it. I needed to know that I had full clearance and confidence from the woman I loved and committed my life to. She stared into my eyes, a dreamy smile on her lips, and silently mouthed, “Fuck her, baby.”

Ohmyfuckinggod. Hall pass. Score. Jackpot. I felt my cock swell up to a level of turgidity I’m not sure I’d ever experienced. I slid off the couch and went to my knees behind Jenna’s beautiful round behind. Cupping one ass cheek in my hand, I guided my cock to her glistening cunt and let the head rest at her entrance. Jenna moaned in anticipation.

Her exquisite pussy was thoroughly drenched thanks to the enthusiastic tonguing courtesy of both Terri’s and my mouth, so with just a few strokes of my cock’s swollen helmet up and down her slippery, sopping entrance I was well lubed for the invasion. I pushed forward slowly, oh so slowly, into her slick tunnel and was met by a tightness and resistance that could only come from a diminutive anatomy such as this. I felt like I was fucking a teenage virgin. I felt nasty. I felt like a dirty old bastard. I felt awesome.

“Aaaaaaaghhhh…” Her groan was muffled between my wife’s thighs as she clasped her tiny hands at Terri’s buttocks. I slowly pumped her, pulling back and advancing about a half inch further with each agonizingly slow thrust, and was rewarded by not only her own moans but by the increasing snorkling, squelching sounds of her oral attack on Terri’s pussy. My lovin’est gazed at me with glazed, half-lidded eyes and smiled a wide, lazy, dreamy smile. Balancing on one elbow behind her, she brought her other hand up over Jenna’s shoulder and gave me a big thumbs-up. It appeared that things were going exactly, if not better than, the way she’d planned when she’d set this scenario up.

We had discussed fantasies before, oh yes we had. And the threesome fantasy was definitely one of them. We had pillow-talked about both MFF and MFM threesomes, the fantasizing always culminating in hot sex, but no planning ever resulted from our dirty talk. Her favorite scenario was always the MFF… Terri’s bicuriosity was a source of rich fantasy roleplay. But I wasn’t sure she’d ever go through with it. At least, I was sure she’d never go so far as to set it up without consulting me first. But here she’d gone and done it. And clearly, her first taste of The Other Team was a rousing win in her book. My sexy wife was now officially bi. And I resented it not one tiny, infinitesimal bit.

My own moaning and growling blended with those of Terri and Jenna in a symphony of pure sexual indulgence. When I finally got my full length into that marvelously tight lilliputian pussy and pressed my hips to that equally marvelous little bum, she tossed her head back with loud, growling sigh.

“Aaaaaaghhh!”

I held myself in place while she wriggled a bit and clenched on my cock. She went still for a few moments, breathing deeply and getting accustomed to my full length within her. With each breath I watched the subtle flapping motion of the wings and noticed something moving inside each narrow strap of the latticework holding the wing rig in place. Clearly there was a fairly sophisticated cable system inside the harness that made the wings respond to the movement of her ribcage. This little sex kitten was either a supremely talented costumer or had some serious money for her costumes and accessories. My momentary distraction popped like a soap bubble when she looked back over her shoulder at me and breathily moaned, “All right, I’m ready… now fuck me like you mean it!”

Don’t have to tell me twice. I obliged without argument. Grasping both hips, I started slowly pumping into her with power and purpose, retracting all the way to her entrance before plunging back in to full depth. She growled and hummed as I picked up speed and thrust, and planted her face back between Terri’s thighs. Terri’s eyes rolled back and she gasped at the resumption of Jenna’s oral skills. As I pounded deep into the diminutive blondes hot, slick tunnel, my wife opened her eyes and we locked gazes once again; her eyes were on fire with excitement and lust. She was enjoying the show as much as the pleasure she’d been receiving. I silently mouthed, “I love you.” She gave me a broad, open grin and mouthed back, “I know.” What a minx. Have I mentioned I love this woman?

I sensed that our fairy’s breathing was becoming faster and more erratic and that her thighs were starting to make jerky, uncoordinated little movements. Those wings were practically fluttering at this point. I changed up my thrusting style and starting focusing on the first two or three inches of her vagina, trip-hammering her with fast, short thrusts, aiming downward toward her G-spot. I knew I had the angle when her moans and grunts suddenly doubled, tripled in volume. Suddenly she pulled forward, popping my engorged cock out of her sex, and begged, “Stop!”

I froze. Had I hurt her? “What’s wrong?” I hastily asked.

“Nothing!” She was panting, hard. She pointed at the end table where I had set our drinks. “Throw me that belt pouch!”

I half-twisted around, straining to reach the soft white leather bag. Snagging the narrow belt with my finger, I pulled it over the arm of the couch and handed it to her. She sat back, butt on her heels, and rummaged in the bag. She pulled out a small bottle of lube and passed it back to me.

“Are you sure you need this?” I asked, slightly confused. You felt pretty damned wet and slippery in there!”

She said nothing and continued rummaging, a tight, subtle-yet-nasty little smile playing across her lips. She drew her hand out, holding what looked like a long, blue hypodermic, the plunger fully extended at the back and a rubber cap over the business end. She handed it back to me with a lusty twinkle in her eye and purred, “You know what I want.” She took a four-on-the-floor position, palms on the rug, and wiggled her little round booty at me suggestively. I just stared at the item stupidly when it suddenly dawned on me what it was.

It was a lube-launcher, locked and loaded. “Oooohhh… okaay… uh…” I looked at Terri. She’d figured it out too. Her eyes were wide with surprise. She looked back and forth between my face and Jenna’s. “Uh… wow.”

Terri scrambled to her feet and mumbled “I gotta watch this.” She picked up one of the forgotten wine glasses from the end table and took a slug. Then she went down on one knee and offered the glass to Jenna, bringing it to her lips. The sweating little sex fairy gratefully took a few swallows and smiled up at my wife. Terri set the glass back on the table and said, “Lemme get a towel real quick.” She pranced off down the hall while I began the preparations.

I squirted a blob of lube from the bottle onto a fingertip and began to lightly work it into the puckered entrance of Jenna’s tight little butthole. Then a bit more. Then I slathered some onto my cock before realizing I had nothing nearby to wipe my hand on. Fortunately, by that time Terri had returned with a short stack of bath towels and tossed one to me. I pulled the rubber cap off of the smooth blue injector’s end and used the lube still on my hand to slick up the barrel’s length. I then wiped my hand dry on the towel and lined the tip up to the pixie’s glistening, puckered starfish. My cock throbbed mercilessly as I gently, slowly inserted the tube into her bum. When the forward rings of the syringe were nestled between her cheeks, I followed the advice of a video I’d once watched and braced the ring at the end of the plunger with both thumbs, holding it stationary while pulling the body of the launcher back, distributing a nice, long bead of slickum deep along the length of her forbidden back-road.

I felt two hard, rubbery points press into my back which were immediately surrounded by the press of warm, gelatinous mounds pressing and flattening against me. I felt Terri’s left hand slither around my hips and make it’s way to my steel-hard, throbbing cock. The right one dipped between my thighs from behind and gently cupped my balls. She was looking down, over my shoulder, and her breath was like wafts of hot steam over my cheek and jaw. “Fuck her, baby. Fuck that tight little ass. Send her back to fairyland with a smile on her face. Make her come. Make her scream.” She aimed the tip of my painfully throbbing cock at Jenna’s slick, carefully prepared asshole and leaned forward, pushing me up against it. My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe the words spilling out of my wife’s mouth. I couldn’t believe the whole scene.

And there it was. My slick, enraged purple cockhead pressed up against an equally slick, pulsing, eager asshole while my devoted chosen life partner and mother of my child coaxed the two together. I pressed forward into the entrance and the fun-sized sweet Halloween treat kneeling before me groaned, tossing her hair and pounding the floor with her fist. It appeared that this was the act she was most looking forward to when she was conspiring with my devious wife. Terri’s surprised, fascinated reaction suggested that that detail hadn’t been discussed. My queen did not seem at all put out by that. In fact, she was entranced.

I took my time. If her small, tight body had needed some time to accommodate my cock in her pussy — a structure designed by evolution to allow the passage of an entire baby — surely her ass would need an extra-generous dose of slowness. I know it takes Terri some time to relax and loosen up enough for backdoor action, so this kitten would surely need some extra patience. I pushed forward a little more as she gripped the rug, head hanging low, and breathed deeply and deliberately. I would push forward a tiny bit at a time and then stop, giving her time to adjust. Then a bit more. Then a bit more. She panted, then breathed slowly. Those unreal wings drew forward and back in time with her breath. The delicious tightness of her ass around my throbbing cock was amazing enough, but the surreal, hypnotic vision of her wings pulsing while my cock penetrated her most intimate hole was downright hallucinatory.

I had to reach down and pull Terri’s hand from my balls. If she kept that up, I’d be fountaining off in the next two minutes. We exchanged glances and she gave an embarrassed smile of understanding. She wrapped both hands around my waist and gripped me tightly. I looked to my side and saw her gaze intently focused on the action below. Terri and I were certainly no strangers to anal sex, but this was her first view of my cock in another woman’s ass. She fixated on it with the fascination of a lay person observing a surgery for the first time. Well, except for that hungry, horny look in her eyes. Hopefully the surgery observers don’t get that look.