The further swinging adventures of Tabby and Karl. The morning after the night before…
At 6am, as always my bladder woke me and while in the bathroom, I reflected on the night before, wondering if there would be any awkwardness. I splashed some water on my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. The man staring back at me had changed so much in such a short time, still loving, loyal and family orientated, but now profoundly different. I was still deep in thought as I got back to bed and lay down quietly so as not to wake Tabby.
I was near sleep when I heard soft wet noises, and I lifted my head up to see what was going on. It turned out that Tabby had been woken by our guest, and they were quietly kissing, trying to be as still as possible.
I slowly leaned up on an elbow to get a better look.”Morning, ladies” I said, none too quietly. They lurched apart in fright, making me fall back to my bed laughing, very pleased with myself.
“Bastard!” Cassie cried.
“Fucker” agreed Tabby.
“Tabby, just thought you should know that my boss is in the bed with us.” I said with a playful warning tone.
“And as your boss, I ask that you allow me to keep playing with the boobs of your stunning wife.” Cassie played her role to perfection.
“Play away, boss lady, play away.” I said as Cassie and Tabby resumed kissing. With the light from the hallway illuminating them softly, I sat up and watched them explore each other.
The thing I’d learned about sex in this new world is that it’s more about allowing a situation to be what it can be, doing what’s right in that moment. In this moment I decided it needed to be about Cassie and Tabby. It’s as much of a turn on to be able to watch beautiful moments, and I felt supremely privileged to watch these two women who meant so much to me, as they took their own connection to a new place.
Cassie seemed to really want to push her own boundaries, so took the role of the instigator. She had been playing with Tabby’s boobs, seemingly delighting in the feel of a breast in her hand, cupping them, twisting her nipples gently, causing Tabby to begin moaning softly. As she grew in confidence she bent down and began sucking on the nipples, kissing all over each breast, kissing between them, and then she moved back up and kissed Tabby hard before breaking away and staring at her in the dim light.
“Tabs, you really are stunning, you know.” Hearing her use my affectionate nickname for my wife made me smile.
“Do you mind if I, you know, kiss you – down there?” She asked hesitantly.
“Do you mean, can you lick my pussy?” Tabby asked with a smile.
Cassie nodded slowly.
“God yes!” Tabby replied. “You’ve got me ridiculously wet.”
With that Cassie kissed her way down Tabby’s body, swirling a tongue around her nipples, and kissing the light network of stretch marks that Tabby had begun to wear with confidence and pride now she felt (despite my constant reassurance) that they didn’t stop her being attractive. Finally Cassie was at Tabby’s pussy, and from where I sat up in bed, I could see her making tentative kisses and licks. The soft, exploratory beginnings were almost teasing, and as Cassie grew more confident with the fact that she was licking the vagina of another woman, the more turned on Tabby grew.
I watched as my wife’s hips started to slowly move upwards to meet Cassie’s tongue, and the soft exhalations and moans began to grow as the pleasure deepened. I was rock hard watching this dream play out before me, and I slowly started stroking myself. My self-centred activity was soon stopped, however, as Tabby grabbed my hand and held it tight while her climax approached.
I loved that connection – Tabby awash in pleasure, and I could somehow share in it through something as simple as holding her hand.
With a gasp, Tabby came, tensing, contracting every muscle in her body, and then rolling with the ecstasy. She rolled toward me and her mouth sought mine out. We kissed hard, tongues intertwined, savouring the moment. We were interrupted by Cassie, looking very proud and very glazed as her lips were shining with Tabby’s wetness. We all traded kisses, until the taste of Tabby was everywhere.
“Cassie, you are amazing” panted Tabby. I’m hardly experienced with this whole sinful sex, but I can tell you’re a fucking natural, woman!
Cassie’s eyes were shining with excitement.
“I can’t quite believe I’m going to utter these words, but, I fucking love licking your pussy, Tabby.”
We laughed at her admission and with that she sat back on her heels, and her latent energy gave way to a soft tenderness on her pretty face. Her voice seemed a touch raspy as she spoke.
“This is such a mind-fuck for me. Not only did I just go down on a beautiful woman, but I came from touching myself at the same time. What’s happening to me?” We laughed gently with Cassie, and we were both surprised to see her wipe a tear away.
“When I cum, I get really emotional – and I think I might be a bit in love with you both!” Her voice broke as she said the last words and she flung herself down between Tabby and me, laughing and crying, which was so incredibly endearing. Then she lifted her face and looked at me.
“So, Karl? I’m going to kiss Tabby for a while, and I think what would be nice would be if you slipped into me from behind, and maybe fucked me nicely, ok?”
I nodded, seeing no fault whatsoever in her reasoning. She turned and as promised, began kissing Tabby gently, both making soft, expressive noises as they delighted in each other, and the simple pleasure of kissing. And as requested, I reached down and slipped my cock into her deliciously wet pussy. I pushed myself to my hilt inside her, and heard her gasp against Tabby’s mouth, before taking a soft, gentle rhythm, alternating between bringing myself all the way out of her and just pushing past her entrance, to deep strokes, feeling totally at one with Cassie.
After a while I saw Tabby move and could see she was sucking on Cassie’s nipples. Cassie was beginning to moan, pushing back against me, and I was wondering if she was on the run up to an orgasm. Tabby obviously thought so, because she decided to take things up a notch. Whilst still kissing Cassie’s boobs, she reached around and cupped one of her arse cheeks, kneading it, eliciting a soft gasp from Cassie. With her index finger, she pushed into Cassie’s pussy as I pulled out, coating it in arousal, and as I pushed back in, burying myself inside our guest to the very hilt, she softly began playing with her arsehole, just gently, wetting it, teasing. This was clearly all it took, because Cassie began spasming around my cock, clutching at Tabby, pulling her tight against her, as Tabby’s finger stayed perfectly still, pressuring, but not entering Cassie’s arse.
Cassie rode her orgasm to stillness, and I was yet to cum, which was fine with me, but not my wife. She lay down on the now prone Cassie, resting her head on her glorious ass-cheeks, and motioned for me to put my cock in her mouth. I obliged, and it was just so hot to know that she was tasting both Cassie and myself, and that she was loving every moment.
I took in this incredible sight, my gorgeous boss, panting in her post orgasmic glow, my wife resting on her bountiful arse, lavishing my cock with her tongue, lost in the job at hand, it all got too much for me and I came hard in Tabby’s mouth.
She never missed a beat, swallowing all I had to offer, which, after last night’s exertions probably wasn’t much. She rolled off Cassie and so incredibly naturally, sought out her mouth to kiss deeply.
Such a primal thing, the essence of a man on the tongue of a woman as she kisses another woman. If I wasn’t so deliriously spent, I might have stiffened again.
But I knew my work was far from done, there was coffee to be made.
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As we sipped great coffee (my superpower) and had smashed avocado for breakfast (Tabby’s superpower) we kept glancing at one another and dissolving into teenage giggles. It was clear that this had been a good thing that we had done, and that there would be no weirdness between us.
Between mouthfuls of amazing food, Cassie spoke.
“I need to call into work and tell them that we’re not coming in today.”
I raised my eyebrows excitedly at what this could mean.
“Oh, don’t go getting any ideas, my poor vagina can’t take any more!” She said, earning a tut-tut from Tabby.
“What?” Cassie asked innocently.
“We’ve been over this, Cassie. When you go to the doctor, you may certainly talk about your vagina, but considering my husband and I have feasted on that little space between your thighs, we can’t possibly be going with anatomical correctness. Come on Cassie!” Tabby laid down the challenge.
“OK. My…..pussy is not going to cope with any more attention.” Cassie said with confidence.
Tabby reached over the kitchen bench and these new lovers high fived. Cassie looked ridiculously pleased with herself and then surprised us by taking it a step further. She cleared her throat.
“In fact, if you come anywhere near my cunt today, Karl, you’ll find it is closed for essential maintenance.”
There was coffee spat and tears of laughter shed at Cassie’s hilarious attempt at dirty talk.
Our guest stayed for the weekend.