Lee Martel
Alexa
I opened a chilled bottle of champagne, while Jake put some soft music on. We slipped into the cool water of the pool, dunking our head to wash off the fuck sap, then lounged on the steps sipping our champagne. Jake pulled me over until I sat on his lap, feeling his limp cock resting against my back, then he pulled Mandi close to his side. We snuggled close. For a long time, we sat silent, just enjoying holding each other, until the champagne ran out.
“I will get us a refill,” Mandi said as she collected our wine flues and scampered inside.
I waited until she was inside before asking, “What do you think of Mandi?”
“She is incredible,” he replied. “You said it would be a surprise and, by God, count me as surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a fuck more that. Honestly, I think I pumped out a quart of jism into her. I think she may have fucked me dry.”
“I know, remember, I licked most of it up. By the way, have I ever told you that your cum tastes salty-sweet, especially when mixed with Mandi’s cunt juice,” I teased, smacking my lips.
“I aim to please,” he said, squeezing me tight.
“So, you like her?”
“Fuckin-a-right I like her. She is quite a girl, though I really don’t know much about her outside of the fact that she is incredible in the sack.” Jake tickled my nipple with his thumb, and I giggled like a school girl.
“Good, I’m happy that you like her.” I paused for a moment and checked to see if Mandi was still in the house. “What do you think if we invite her to our group on a more regular basis?” I asked, a bit worried that the suggestion might spook Jake.
“What, a threesome for every second weekend of the month?” He asked surprised.
“Sure, why not,” I asked as I wiggled off his lap and sat where I could look him in the eye. “Jake, you know I care deeply for you, but you also know that there is virtually no chance that you and I can have anything more than what we have. There is a reason I insist on keeping our relationship under wraps.”
“I know,” he said with a hangdog look.
“I worry about you and our relationship. We’ve been seeing each other for almost three years now. Not once during that time have you mentioned another woman,” I told him.
“Perhaps I just don’t want to talk about other women with you,” he said evasively.
“Ok, fair enough. Have there been other women?”
“No, not really,” He admitted.
“Jake, eventually, you are going to meet someone else, or simply get tired of meeting me only one weekend a month. Someday you are going to tell me to buzz off and I want to put that day off as long as possible. I want you to be happy when I am not around.”
“What, are you trying to find me a girlfriend for when you are not around?” He asked incredulously.
I nodded enthusiastically, “Exactly! But more importantly, a woman that I like and who will put up with our weird-ass relationship. I think Mandi might be that girl. I never really had a thing for other women, but I really got off going down on Mandi and tasting your jism as it leaked from her cunt.”
“Let me get this straight, you want to have a genuine ménage à trois and not just an occasional threesome?”
“That is what I am thinking, but of course that depends on how you and Mandi get along. I realize this is screwy as hell, but….” Jake interrupted me.
“Baby, what is going on?”
“It is just that I care for you, but I will never be able to give you what you want.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, ok? Exactly how do you feel about me?” He asked.
“I care for you deeply,” I told him, trying to avoid telling him exactly how much.
“Hell, I care very deeply for my quarter-horse, so are you saying you care for me like a pet?”
“Of course not,” I snapped, growing angry with his insistence.
“Then how?” He nudged me gently. “Well?” I relented.
“Jake, I love you more than you can imagine, but that does not change things.” He kissed my neck gently.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “I know this is all we can have, that is why I settle for it.”
“But I want you to have more…” I didn’t know what else to say.
“So, you hoped to find me a girlfriend that would not object to our monthly roll in the sack? Right?” He nudged me again.
“Something like that. I know it is a crazy idea, but what do you think of it?” I asked.
“I am willing to give it a try, assuming Mandi does not spit in our faces. I have to admit, it turned me on watching you and she go down on each other.” Jake paused for a moment and grinned. “Not going lesbian on me, are you?”
“Don’t worry, love, I don’t think I would be satisfied with a steady diet of girls for long.” I reached down and grabbed his cock. “I like your stiff prick between my legs too much to ever become a lesbian.”
“You’re nuts. Do you know that?” He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “Have you talked to Mandi about this?”
“Hell no, not until you had a chance to meet her and get to know her.” I said as the patio door opened, and Mandi returned with a fresh bottle of champagne, three wine flutes and a bowl of strawberries. I kissed Jake quickly and whispered, “We will talk more later, okay?”
“Ok.”
“Look what I found in the fridge!” Mandi said, holding the strawberries I planned on serving with breakfast. “There are few things I like better than champagne with strawberries.” She took a bite of strawberry and washed it down with champagne.
Mandi
As we had our champagne and strawberries, I thought about Alexa and Jake’s strange arrangement. It was as obvious as a sunrise that Alexa loved Jake and vice versa, but both seemed to be content with their crazy, one weekend a month relationship.
I pondered what my role in this might be. Alexa hinted that this did not need to be a onetime event and frankly, after the stupendous fuck we just had, I was open to testing the waters. Yet I am more than a bit confused by why Alexa was willing to share Jake on anything but a single wild night of sex. Not that I am complaining, because Jake seems fantastic so far.
I decided to let fate set the course and see how the weekend progressed before I formed any expectations. It may be that Jake leaves running for the hills after we get to know each other better. Then again, he may like the new arrangement.
Even though Jake held two naked women in his arms, it took almost an hour before his cock began to regain life, twitching a bit when Alexa or I stroked it. By the time we emptied the champagne bottle, he had a raging hard on and pulled Alexa to him, kissing her, and ran his hand down her body to her twat.
“Oh, my! It looks like Jake is ready for round two. You game, Mandi?”
“Goddamn right I am,” I said, collected our wine glasses and joined Alexa and Jake in the bedroom.
A threesome can grow tedious if the partners do not mix things up, so this time I took the lead, gently forcing Alexa down onto her back and spreading her legs. Her twat was already glistening as I knelt between her knees, kissing her thighs softly, working my way down. I licked her cunt lips softly, probing and teasing them, watching them begin to swell, before taking her clit between my lips, tugging at it until Alexa began to moan. Alexa’s pussy juice soon began flowing as she neared climax, tasting tart, making me even hornier. Alexa took Jake’s dick and began licking it like a lollypop, moving her head to where she could take it into her mouth, playing her tongue along its shaft as it throbbed.
“Mandi, do you want Jake’s cock in your cunt?” Alexa asked between ragged breaths.
“Mumm” I moaned and hiked my ass into the air so that Jake could fuck me from behind. I kept working Alexa and she shivered with another climax.
Jake positioned himself behind me, spreading my cunt lips gently apart and rammed his cock deep into my dripping slit. He reached around and began stroking my clit as he gave me all nine inches of his thick cock, filling me to the limit. I moaned as he fucked me and pushed my cunt into him, driving his dick even deeper. He pumped slowly, fucking me long and hard, while teasing my clit with his finger. My orgasm built slowly but soon, I lurched with an enormous climax, bucking wildly, and moaning in bliss. My cunt pulsed while he hammered his cock into me, making me come again within seconds.
Almost simultaneously, Alexa gasped and convulsed with her own orgasm and began thrusting, grinding her pussy into my mouth. Both of us thrashed for long minutes, writhing with carnal pleasure as we came again and again.
Finally, I said, “Switch!” Alexa smiled as she rolled to her knees, forcing me to my back.
Alexa glanced at Jake, “Fuck me hard,” she said, hiked her ass high into the air and kissed my sopping wet pussy. Jake needed no encouragement, slamming is cock into her cunt with short, quick thrusts, while fingering her clit. Within seconds Alexa, who was already on the edge, was bucking wildly with another gut-wrenching climax, which sent me over the edge as well. I squealed as I shuddered, wild-eyed in the throes of one climax after another, coming in a succession of joy.
Suddenly Jake groaned heavily, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he flooded Alexa’s pussy with load after load of cream, thrusting and grunting like a wild animal, overfilling her cunt with jism until is ran down her thighs. He continued humping her steadily long after he and finally sagged to the sheets, utterly spent.
Alexa looked at me and moaned, “I’m not finished, are you, Mandi?”
“Not by a long shot,” I replied as I fought for breath. Alexa, moved around, facing away from me and straddled my chest, lowering her cunt into my face, then bent down to drive her tongue into my pussy. I licked Jake’s coppery tasting jism as it dripped from Alexa’s cunt and sucked the thick cream down like it was honey. The mixture of his come and Alexa’s cunt nectar was delicious, driving me wild as I sucked greedily at Alexa’s twat. Both of us were already worked up and it only took moments until we were in the midst another series of orgasms, building in intensity until we brought each other to a crescendo. We screamed, convulsing in unison with a mind-blowing orgasm. Finally, we sagged to the bed, spent, and sated.
Alexa crawled and lay down next to me, sandwiching me between Jake and her. She kissed me deeply, probing with her tongue and tasting sweet. She lay her head on my heaving chest, while Jake took both of us into his arms, kissing my neck.
“God as my witness,” Alexa gasped between ragged breaths, “I can die a happy woman now, because you two have fucked me to exhaustion.”
“I will second that,” I said. “My cunt feels like it climbed Mount Everest and is gasping for breath.
“Screw that noise, I want round three!” Jake shouted laughing and pointing to his dick that was beginning to stiffen again.
“I swear to all that is holy, if your stiff dick touches me again tonight, I will cut it off with a nail file and shove it down your throat,” Alexa grumbled menacingly.
“Amen, sister,” I said as I kissed him gently. “Give it a rest cowboy.”
Jake
Within minutes of their shattering orgasm, both girls were asleep in my arms. I lay thinking about Alexa’s suggestion to add Mandi to our monthly rendezvous and I realized that my crazy relationship with Alexa was about to get a whole lot wackier. Soon my eyes grew heavy, and I faded to sleep.
I woke first, slipped out of bed to relieve myself and to make coffee before the girls woke. I went to the hall bathroom and showered, washing last night’s love juice out of my hair without bothering Alexa and Mandi. By the time I finished, the coffee was ready, so I sat naked reading the latest headlines on my laptop and enjoying my first cup. Mandi woke next, stumbling groggily into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, then joined me.
“You showered without me?” she asked with a wink as she sat down on the couch across from me, still naked.
“Sorry, but if I don’t shower, I don’t wake up. You want to grab a shower? I have a second bathroom right off the hall. Towels are in the rack and there is a new toothbrush and tooth paste in the medicine cabinet.”
She nodded as she took a sip of coffee, “Let me finish my coffee first.”
“No problem, we have all weekend, though I suspect Alexa will leave after breakfast. She said something about a special business meeting today, so she might not stick around.”
“She won’t mind if I stay, will she? I am still not sure what is going on between you and Alexa. I don’t want to do anything that will come between you guys.”
“Nope, it won’t bother her, and I was hoping you would stay for a while so we could get to know each other.”
“We seem to know each other already, at least in the biblical sense.” I smiled.
“Last night was spectacular! I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sex more.”
“It was goddamn epic. You kept me right on the edge for so long that I thought I was going to go crazy. When I finally came, I thought it would never end.”
“So, you had a good time?” I asked.
“Damn right I did.” She hesitated for a moment. “This was the first sex with an actual human being since before I divorced my husband, and it was long overdue.”
“How long since your divorce?”
“The divorce was finalized eight months ago, but we stopped having sex long before I left him and even then, the sex was pathetic. He would roll on top of me, wiggle around a bit, blow his wad and roll over to fall asleep.”
“That sounds like it sucked.” I said.
“That is the understatement of the decade. Within a month of our marriage, I reconciled myself to getting off with a vibrator, because Ted was wretched in the sack,” She said with a rueful smile.
I was at a loss for something to say to her story, so I asked, “Need more coffee?”
“Sure, with a bit of cream and one sugar,” she said as she held out her mug. I made our coffee and gave her mug to her.
“You met Alexa at the gym?” I asked, anxious to change the subject from Mandi’s lackluster marriage.
“Yep, after I walked out on Ted, I looked in a mirror and realized I packed on an extra twenty pounds since college, so I hit the gym and started eating healthy again. Believe it or not, long ago, I was a varsity cheerleader at Texas A&M.”
“I have no trouble believing you were a cheerleader, though I would have never guessed you were an Aggie.”
“Hey, A&M is a family tradition, so watch out what you say about the old Maroon and White, bucko.” She said smiling. “As I was saying, I hit the gym, met Alexa and we hit it off. Last week we met for lunch, and I was bitching about how I’ve been on a dozen dates without finding a single man I wanted to take to bed. She said that she knew a guy that she thought I would like. That guy was you.”
“You thought this was a blind date?”
“No, I knew from the start that it would be a threesome and suspected that there would be some girl-on-girl action, but I was fine with that. I had a fling with a girl at A&M and enjoyed it, so this is not the first time. I figured at worst, I would get my itch scratched and at best, I might get my itch scratched several times,” Mandi said with a wicked grin.”
“And?” I asked.
“So far my itch is being serviced admirably. Do you think there might be another scratch in my future?” She asked, licking her lips, and spreading her legs suggestively.
“Oh, yea. I think that can be arranged.” My cock began to rise to the suggestion.
“Not now, let’s wait until after breakfast. Right now, I have not even had my morning coffee.” She licked her lips, teasing me.
“After breakfast then,” I raised one eyebrow and made my cock bob up and down, as if agreeing.
“Also, I was curious,” she said.
“Curious, about what?”
“About you and Alexa. I knew she is married, and it took me about twenty seconds after we met to figure out that she was having an affair. The more we talked, the more it became clear that she is nuts about you. I was curious why she would want me to meet you and why she would let me share that wonderful joystick of yours.”
“There is not much to it, Alexa and I are fuck-buddies. We meet on the second weekend of every month and fuck our brains out. After that I don’t see her, don’t hear from her, and don’t talk to her. I know that is a screwed-up relationship, but I take what I can get.” I told her, voicing thoughts that I kept locked away 99% of the time. She shook her head with a smile.
“You think that you are just a boy-toy to Alexa?”
“Yep, that is exactly what I think. I would be joking myself if I thought otherwise,” I told her, though Alexa told me she loved me last night. Our love for each other is beside the point as long as Alexa stays with her husband.
“I think there is more to it than that. You two have chemistry.”
“Perhaps,” I said, not wanting to argue.
“How did you and Alexa meet?” Mandi asked, changing the subject.
“She and I met while we were stuck in a broken elevator together. It was almost two hours before they got the damn thing moving again, so we had plenty of time to talk. It was near lunch and I was returning from the deli with a sandwich and a soda, so we split my lunch. As we talked, I realized that Alexa is far more than just another beautiful woman and I really wanted to get to know her. When they finally got the problem fixed, I asked her out.”
“What did she say?”
“She asked for my card and when I gave it to her, she winked and walked off without another word. A week later she called me and asked if I wanted to grab dinner. I jumped at the chance.” Mandi stood, took my empty coffee cup, went into the kitchen, and came back with the coffee and two buttered bagels, giving me one and taking a bite from the other.
“Where did you go?”
“She texted me an address and told me to meet her there at six in the evening, sharp. When I got there, she was sitting on the hood of her Jaguar, next to a taco truck in the parking lot of the Fiesta Mart on W. Jefferson,” I said, remembering how beautiful she looked in the afternoon sun.
“Jesus, that is romantic as hell,” she said with a giggle. “What happened then?”
“We ate tacos and drank Dos Equis in the parking lot for a couple of hours. Then we came back here and had mind blowing sex. Ever since that night we meet on the second weekend of every month.” I was tired of rehashing my weird relationship with Alexa, so I changed the subject. “What about you? What is your story?”
“Fair enough.” She leaned over to shake my hand. “Hi, I’m Mandi Mack. I am thirty-two and live in a shitty apartment because I sold my house during the divorced from my ex-husband, Ted. You already know that Ted was pathetic in bed, that I was a cheerleader at Texas A&M and that I am an International Commercial Relationship Manager at a bank. That is me in a nutshell,” she said, evading the question. I narrowed my eyes at her.
“I have a feeling that does not even begin to scratch the surface of who Mandi Mack is. Tell me something that will surprise the hell out of me.”
“Ok.” Mandi thought for a moment. “I am a Master of White Crane Kung Fu.”
“Really? No shit?” I said in legitimate surprise.
“I shit you not,” she said with a smile as she stood, assumed a stance, and flashed through the beginning of a Kung Fu routine with amazing speed and grace.
“Wow!” I exclaimed, impressed. “Is Master equivalent to a black belt?”
“Exactly, my skill level is roughly equivalent to a first- or second-degree black belt in Judo or Karate. My Kung Fu instructor is very conservative and refuses to adopt a belt ranking system, saying that it is ‘too Japanese and has no place in Kung Fu.’ He ranks his students as a Novice, Master or Grand Master.” She said.
“Remind me not to make you mad at me,” I joked. She raised one eyebrow and examined me closely.
“You look like the kind of guy that studied martial arts, so which form?”
“Never trained in a traditional style, but I am a level four instructor in Army Close Quarters Combat and our Battalion’s trainer.”
Mandi whistled, “That is some rough stuff. I watched a demo of it at a tournament once. The Army guy beat the living hell out of a third-degree black belt in Taekwondo.”
I shrugged, “It can come in handy in a tussle, but I do my damnedest to stay out of fights now days. I had my belly full of fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan.” She shot me a smile and leaned over to kiss me gently on the lips.
“If you will excuse me, I think I will get cleaned up.”
“You want company?” I asked as I slid my hand down the inside of her naked thigh.
“Not this time.” She winked and sashayed to the guest bathroom.
Soon after Mandi went to take a shower, I heard Alexa up and moving. I went in and found her already in the shower, so I put shorts and a polo shirt and went back to the kitchen to start breakfast. I was almost finished when Alexa joined me, dressed in her silk robe.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” She flashed a wicked smile.
“Like I’ve run a marathon.”
“I know what you mean. My stomach muscles are sore from the orgasms, and I swear I am walking a bit bowlegged this morning,” she joked. “Where is Mandi?”
“Showering in the guest bathroom. She did not want to wake you by using the master bath.” She nodded in reply.
“Given any thought to what we talked about in the pool?”
“Hell, it is all I have been thinking about, but it is way too early to make any decisions yet.”
“Ok, take your time, no rush. My schedule is busy as hell next week, but when I get some time, I will call you.”
That piqued my interest, because Alexa seldom called before the week of our rendezvous. “I will look forward to it, but is there anything going on beside Mandi?” She did not answer immediately, rather she pulled me to her, hugging me furiously.
“My life is kind of crazy right now, that is all. I have a huge project at work, and it is giving me problems.”
“Ok but let me know if there is anything I can do to help.”
“You are already doing more than you know. The thought of spending time with you is all that is keeping me sane right now,” She gave me a weak smile and went to dress.
I finished cooking breakfast and served up the French toast, thick cut bacon and fresh fruit, minus the strawberries Mandi found last night. Moments later Mandi walked in, still naked, but with a beach towel draped around her neck.
“Alexa is up and getting dressed and I have breakfast ready, so throw something on and we will be ready to eat. Do you want anything other than coffee to drink?”
“Do you have orange juice?”
“Sure, one orange juice coming up, so get your bare ass in there and dress.” Rather than reply, she stuck her tongue out at me and hurried into the master bedroom where her overnight bag was. I poured Mandi a glass of orange juice, Alexa a skim milk and myself a coffee.
Alexa came out wearing her standard business attire, a silk blouse, light grey jacket, and skirt, with high heels that accentuated her already exquisite legs. Mandi had on her Hawaiian print bikini and matching cover. Both looked gorgeous.
“Do you have to go into work today?” I asked Alexa.
“Yes, we have a huge project due next week and we have a lunch meeting to go over the presentation.” She glanced at Mandi. “I suggested that Mandi stay and lounge by the pool all day.”
“You don’t mind, do you, Jake? There is always a pack of kids in the pool at my apartment, so I almost never swim there.” Mandi speared a slice of melon and took a bite.
“Not at all, in fact I was hoping I would get a chance for us to get to know each other,” I told her with a smile. She winked at me in reply. After breakfast, Alexa finished her coffee in two quick sips, then hurried into the bedroom to get her overnight bag and got her car keys from where they hung in the kitchen.
“Last night was nothing short of epic. Mandi, I hope you will join us next month. What do you say?” Mandi looked hesitant for a moment and glanced at me. I winked at her, making her grin.
“Sure, why not,” Mandi said. Alexa sat her bag down and kissed Mandi full on the mouth, pulling her tight against her.
“See you next month, then,” Alexa said huskily, then turned to me and gave me a deep, lingering kiss. “This week is going to be hell. I will call you next week, so keep your phone handy.”
“10-4, good-buddy, I will keep the channel clear,” I joked, with CB radio jargon from one of our favorite movies.
Rather than her normal reply of, ‘See you on the flip side’, she said nothing. She kissed me again, picked up her bag and went to her car.
Alexa
Before I cranked my car, I took a moment to reminisce about the sex last night. It was nothing short of exquisite. Sex with Jake is always fantastic but adding Mandi to the mix brought it to an entirely new level. I was thrilled that she agreed to join our little party and the thought of watching Jake drive his huge cock into her, while her tongue probed my twat started my juices running.
This was not the first threesome we had. But the others never quite met our expectations. One young girl, Amy, came close. She was another woman I met at the gym and had a body like a goddess. The moment I saw her I knew that Jake would come in his pants when he got a good look at her. I cultivated a friendship with her and learned that she was bisexual, so I asked her if she was interested in joining us one evening. As expected, Jake went wild over her, plowing her with gusto and blowing a huge load into her after bringing her to no less than three tremendous orgasms. She went down on me like a pro, working my clit to perfection, keeping me right on the edge and then brought me to the apex of my climax at the exact moment of maximum pleasure. She was fantastic.
After the wonderful tumble, we went to the pool, and she began to talk. Jake discovered Amy was dumb as a brick and completely self-absorbed. Her lack of mental power mattered little to me because I wanted her tongue and her cunt, not her brain. But Jake is funny that way, a fantastic body and a tight pussy is not enough to keep him interested, he needed more. Though we had another fantastic romp in the sack, he told me not to invite her back. I was a little disappointed, because the little nitwit had a talent for eating pussy that few could rival.
Mandi is different, she is gorgeous, athletic, and smart as a whip. I had a feeling that the two of them would hit it off and they did. In fact, I suspect they are already rolling around in the bed, fucking like two oversexed rabbits. I know that there was a chance that they might fall in love and that I might find myself on the outside, looking in. But I also know that Jake needs someone and at this point in my life, that someone cannot be me.
I pulled out of the driveway hit the button on my phone, calling Andrew. The first Friday of every month Andrew goes to South Dakota, theoretically as a visiting neurosurgeon for a small hospital on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. However, the real reason was Nancy White-Spears, the director of the hospital and Andrew’s frequent bedfellow. He thinks he is sly, but my P.I. photographed him the first time she sucked his cock and documented every fuck thereafter. In this case, I cannot blame him much, because Nancy is gorgeous.
The phone rang a half dozen times before Andrew answered. “Hello?” He was hung over, that much was clear from his voice.
“Andrew, this is Alexa. I am just checking to make sure you arrived safe and sound.”
“Huh, sure you are,” he scoffed. “Yea, I touched down around eleven last night.
“Any problems with the Lear?” I asked, taking a subtle jab at him by reminding him that he was using my private jet.
“You need more scotch. I ran out somewhere over Nebraska.” I ignored his remark, though it irked me. I know we had a fresh bottle of Auchentoshan, eighteen-year-old on board, because that is what I drink.
“Do you have any procedures scheduled for this trip?” I asked. I already knew he did, because I pay a staff member at the hospital to keep me informed.
“Two. I have a discectomy with fusion and a lumbar arthroplastyon on Sunday. I will be home Monday morning.”
Meaning that you have a full day of drinking, fucking and snorting coke scheduled for today! I thought, but said, “I will see you Monday at dinner then. Do you want to meet at M.J.’s?”
“Sure, sounds great,” he said, sounding like I just sentenced him to prison. “Listen, I have a meeting in an hour, so I got to go. Ok?”
“See you Monday,” I said and disconnected before I said something I would regret.
If only the bastard would overdose or finally drink himself to death, I thought. Then I could have Jake and actually be with the man I love.
Mandi
“Is everything ok?” I asked, noticing the shift in Alexa’s mood before she left.
“I don’t know. I get the feeling something is going on, but Alexa is so goddamned secretive that I don’t have a clue what it might be.” Jake shook his head.
“She mentioned that her husband went in for some medical tests a month or so ago, I wonder if she is worried about that?”
“I would be the last person she would talk to about that. I had to do a Google search to find out the guy’s name. She makes it a point to never discuss her regular life with me,” he said irritably.
I pulled him into a hug, saying, “Listen, I did not mean to upset you talking about Alexa’s husband.” Jake smiled and kissed me.
“I’m not upset.”
“Good, because I want you in a good mood today. I got plans.”
“Oh? What kind of plans?” He asked with a leer.
“The kind of plans that involves having your cock buried deep inside me, while I have an unbelievable orgasm,” I whispered in a breathless voice. “Followed by either miniature golf, or dinner and a movie, your choice.”
“Miniature golf?” he asked surprised. “Why do you want to play miniature golf?”
“Because it is the only date I can think of that is even close to being as zany and romantic as Alexa’s taco truck. That was one of the most romantic first dates I’ve ever heard of.” I began unbuttoning his shorts and was surprised when he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me gently on the bed. He stripped me, stroking me erotically as he did. He stripped himself, then leaped into bed next to me.
Jake kissed me softly and said, “You said Alexa and I have chemistry?”
“I did.”
“Well, I think you and I have chemistry too.”
“I think you may be right.” I felt a tingle roll down my spine as I looked into his soft green eyes.
He kissed me again and held up one finger, saying “Hold that thought.” He rolled over and opened drawer in the night side table, rummaging through a collection of vibrators, dildos, and assorted sex toys, before finding what he was looking for, holding it up in triumph.
“What is that?” I asked suspiciously.
“A vibrating cock-ring. Ever use one?” He said and pressed a tiny button. It responded with a low humming buzz.
“I have never even heard of one. Then again, they probably don’t make them small enough to fit Ted’s pee-pee, so I never had a need for one.”
He rolled the flexible ring down his shaft until it rested against his balls, with the little vibrating button on top of his cock. When it was in place, he hit the button again, turning it off.
“Why are you turning it off?” I asked, growing interested in what the little sex toy did.
“Because I am going to do this first,” he told me, crawling between my knees, softly kissing my inner thighs, working his way down to my honey hole. I purred like a kitten as his tongue stroked my pussy lips. Jake was a master at eating pussy, teasing, and nibbling until my juices began to flow and my cunt began to pulse spasmodically with the beginnings of an orgasm. He kept his tongue working, bringing me closer and closer, while I moaned in delight. Finally, I pushed his head away and gasped for breath.
“Jake, you eat pussy better than any man I have ever known, but I am ready for your cock in me.”
“Your wish is my command, my Queen,” he said as he rolled over on his back and turned on the vibrator. “Now, get on top facing me and straddle my hips.”
“Isn’t this what the porn shows call the cowgirl position?”
“Yep, so mount up buckaroo and get ready for the ride of your life,” he teased as his cock slid into my slick, wet cunt. I sat back, driving it deep. I gasped in surprise as my clit hit the little vibrating button, sending an electric surge of pleasure coursing through my loins.
“Oh, my, that tickles!” I said, but within seconds the little gadget began working its magic. I leaned forward to grind my clit against the vibrating nub and soon I found myself bucking wildly as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms seized me.
“Feel good?” He asked.
“Oh, God. Ohhhhh, God,” I grunted, throwing my head back and moaning, while I whipped my body back and forth in an uncontrollable frenzy. I reached down to press the vibrating button hard against my clit and my breath was taken away as I came again.
“My balls are going to explode,” Jake moaned. I felt his cock pulsating, swelling inside me as his jism began to build like steam in a teapot. My pussy pulsed on his prick, squeezing it with orgasmic contractions as I climaxed again. I lost control and sunk my nails into his chest, throwing my head back with a low, guttural groan. I humped on his shaft with pure animal lust, driving it deeper and crushing my pussy into him. That did it, his cock exploded in long spurts of jism, filling my twat to overflowing. There was a pause, then he blasted another load and a third, draining himself into me.
I pressed my pussy into the little nub of vibrating joy, gasping in long ragged breaths until finally, I convulsed so hard I worried I might crush his prick. When my orgasm finally finished, I fell against his chest in utter exhaustion.
“Jesus–fucking–Christ,” I muttered, resting my chin on his chest, staring at him with unfocused eyes. My pussy pulsed on his cock in little aftershocks of bliss, each making me moan until it passed. I kissed his nipples, then leaned up to kiss the little pucker spot where he was shot.
“Well, what did you think of that?” he asked, innocently.
“I—can’t—think—right—now,” I whispered and kissed his chest again. I closed my eyes and did not move for a long while, still straddling him with his limp dick in my pussy and the little vibrator humming like a bumblebee. Finally, I rolled off and heaved myself up next to him. He switched off the vibrator, slipped the cock ring off and took me in his arms, holding me as I caught my breath. He glanced at the clock.
“I think you may have set a record for longest orgasm, or at least the longest continuance string of them,” he said.
“How long?” I asked wearily.
“A little over 18 minutes, most of which you were coming like a freight train,” he said, while I smiled blissfully.
“I will do better next time, I promise.” He burst out laughing and kissed me.
“I am starting to grow exceedingly fond of you, do you know that?”
“Only because I am great in bed, otherwise you would probably kick me out the door,” I teased.
“I have to admit, your fuckability is a major asset, but I think I would keep you around, even if you were as frigid as a Popsicle,” he said seriously and I giggled.
“Well, you are kind of great too,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.
“Want to get up?” He asked.
“I want to, but I am physically incapable of moving. Just hold me while I expire.”
“Gladly, my darling, but after you die, how will I explain the naked dead woman in my bed?”
“Tell everyone that you fucked me to death,” I sniggered.
“So, I’ll tell them that you came and went at the same time?”
“I cannot think of a better way to go.” I snuggled down into his arms even more.