*Sharing is Caring Ch. 2 is a Chris Jackson fanfiction and is completely fictional. This is a non-paywalled story and did not happen All characters are 18 and older. This piece is for mature audiences only. *
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Delilah made the simple mistake of waking up after Dua and me. It wasn’t so much of a mistake on her part, but an opportunity for us.
Dua held Lilah’s arms gently, not to wake her but to hold her when she woke.
The three of us went to bed without a stitch on. It gave Dua and I easy access to Delilah’s younger and nubile body the morning after.
Being careful not to wake the sleeping musician, I carefully moved her thighs apart. She had a cute little landing strip and was otherwise hairless. It made me miss Dua’s strip, but she had recently gone fully shaved.
I inhaled Delilah’s scent, and I let out a little groan. It had been years since I had smelled a different pussy. That wasn’t a complaint by any means.
“She might wake up soon. Get to work!” Dua teased. Her posh Londoner accent made it even funnier to me. My gorgeous socialite and stunning wife telling me to hurry up and eat a younger pussy in front of her? What a dream.
Without further instruction, I stuck my tongue out and carefully lapped at Lilah’s folds. The hope was that if I was careful, if I was patient and deliberate, I could have her wet before she woke up.
My first licks were tentative enough that she didn’t move much. There was a little flinch, but that was it. I gave her more tongue, flatter and more of it each time. She didn’t seem to be in much of a hurry to wake.
Dua looked down at me, enjoying the view of my head between her dear friend and student’s legs.
“How’s she taste?”
Instead of giving her a verbal description, I took one more deep, slow lick, and then kissed Dua. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and let her taste Lilah’s beginning juices.
“Fuck, that’s pretty good,” Dua smiled. “Thank you for sharing,” she said coyly. With a hand on my head, she pushed me back to keep working.
I dutifully started to lick her faster and deeper. The sleeping woman started to lightly moan.
I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart. When Delilah woke up, I wanted her to be gasping. I plunged my tongue inside her tight little opening. It was almost like my cock hadn’t been inside of her just last night.
Dua used one hand to hold her wrists, but her other one became adventurous. Her hand wandered over Lilah’s slim and pretty body. It was a gliding, light touch. Dua was also on board with letting her sleep while we enjoyed her.
It didn’t last much longer. The moment my front teeth grazed Lilah’s clit, my tongue buried inside her, she woke with a start.
“Oh! Holy shit!” she laughed. Dua was fondling a soft titty while I was helping myself to an all-you-can-eat pussy buffet.
“Morning, darling,” Dua said sweetly. My wife leaned down and kissed our new plaything. “How did you sleep?” Dua was talking to her like we were just having morning coffee.
“V-very well,” she stuttered. “I never thought I’d wake up with a married man’s tongue in my cunt, though.” The little giggle that followed was adorable.
“You don’t hate it, do you?” Dua asked. The expression on her face showed genuine worry. Her dark eyes were brimming with an anxiety that wasn’t there a moment ago.
Lilah pushed her hips up, letting my tongue get in a little further. My upper lip brushed her clit and her back arched.
“G-god no,” she shuttered. “I definitely don’t mind.” Lilah flexed her arms, but they went nowhere. She looked up and registered that Dua had her pinned.
My naked wife smiled at our friend. “You don’t mind this either, do you?”
“I like it,” Lilah answered. Her voice was low and heady with need. “I like this a lot.” The young beauty took in a sharp breath when I circled my tongue around her swollen clit.
I switched places with Dua, letting her settle between Lilah’s legs. Dua took her first lick of pussy, and the growl that came after it was deliciously feral.
Lilah wasn’t shy about wrapping her pins around the world-famous singer’s head.
“Dua, have you ever eaten another woman out before?”
“No,” Dua answered the younger woman with a giggle. “I’ve always been curious, but I’ve never found that person.”
Lilah’s wrists were free now, but she kept them above her head.
“Good girl,” I praised her softly. She shuddered and Dua looked up at me with a new hungry glint in her eyes. So that was a hit with both women.
“Do you like being a good girl for us, Lilah?” Dua asked like a pure temptress.
Delilah nodded, biting her lip. “Yes, Mrs. Lipa.” Dua was already famous when we got married, and I wasn’t going to bitch about her not taking my last name.
She hyphenated her name on legal documents, and even that was more than I asked. I hadn’t asked her to do anything with her name at all.
“Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?” Dua teased and sucked on her finger. She slid her digit deep inside Delilah, making her sigh and wiggle on the bed a little. “So tight!”
“I like sex, but I don’t have it very often,” she said. Her hands were under her head as Dua took her time caving out the younger woman with her long finger. “Last night was just the right amount. And this morning… slow and relaxed? That’s my favorite.”
I shared a smile with Dua. “We like it that way, too. We get hot and spicy, but sometimes it’s nice to play with cinders and not always burning fire.”
Dua looked at me with a look of surprise. “Babe, that was great. ‘Sometimes it’s nice to play with cinders and not a burning fire.’ Can I have that shit for a song?”
I just laughed. “What’s mine is yours, darling. You’re a singer, but you know I like to author poems for you.”
Dua laughed. “Ever since we watched Cyrano, you’ve been leaving me romantic texts and sticky notes.”
Lilah sighed. “That’s actually really cute.”
We were back to feeling like we were just having coffee. We were all still wonderfully naked with Dua casually fingering Lilah. Lilah’s hand was leisurely stroking my cock. I was hard, but the pace and the pressure were nice. I wasn’t in any threat of bursting. Dua was laying there like a sniper. Her arm was under her, touching herself no doubt.
“This may be a weird time to ask, but since none of us seem in a hurry… it occurs to me I’m not sure how you two met. How did an IT salesman land a pop goddess?”
I laughed but Dua looked hurt.
“Who’s to say I didn’t land him?” my wife asked indignantly. “Because I totally carried us when we first started dating.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Okay, but if we switched rolls, you’d have a tough time believing I was into you, right? It took me a long time to accept a gorgeous up and coming popstar that was a little older than liked me.”
Lilah watched the drama unfolding in front of her. Dua’s finger curled and increased tempo inside her, making her moan a little.
“Well, you’re handsome, funny, sweet, and charming. You treated me like a proper girl and not someone with crazy lofty dreams. You also believed I could soar as high as I am, and at 22 that meant a hell of a lot.”
As Dua got more passionate, her arm speed increased, and she added a second finger. I wasn’t sure if she even knew she did it.
“We still haven’t answered your question about how we met.” We were getting off topic. Kind of.
Dua slowed her wrist again. She kissed Lilah’s thigh softly, as if apologizing. “We met in kind of a ridiculous way. Finn was working for an IT company—he still does—when we met. He had played some radio sweepstakes. A trivia game for a morning show. And the prize was meeting me for coffee or some such, wasn’t it?”
I nodded as Lilah kept stroking me, her eyes going between Dua and me. “It was a question about your first album. I can’t remember what it was. It was supposed to be just a half hour date or something.”
Lilah laughed. “Just a half hour date led to eight years?”
Dua giggled. “It wasn’t just a half hour date, Lilah. Finn was just so charming, so adorkable. And God, his eyes. I remember thinking that I could lose track of time looking into those yes. And I did. A half hour turned into two hours before I knew it.”
“We didn’t stop there. Dua ignored her phone. Turned her ringer off. She just kept smiling at me, black hair in a long braid looking like Jasmine from Aladin. The black fall-off-the-shoulders sweater she wore made my mouth dry.”
Dua pouted adorably. “Finn, you remember what I was wearing on that date?”
“Of course.” I chuckled. “I’ll never forget. You were the hottest girl I ever had a date with. Even if it was a stupid radio contest.”
Dua sensually licked Lilah’s pussy again, like she had to wet her lips for the next part of the story. “Finn wore some tattered up, albeit clean, jeans and a button-up shirt.”
“You wore ratty jeans to meet Dua Lipa?” Lilah asked like I had thrown water at her.
I shrugged. “I figured Dua would appreciate it more than a guy trying to present himself as something he wasn’t. Dua was dressed sexy, sleek, and refined. She wasn’t gaudy or flashy.”
“Could have worn more than skater jeans.” I was starting to feel like Lilah was just rubbing me.
“Pants aside, or date went for two hours. I remember Finn going to the bathroom and leaving his phone at the table. I didn’t snoop; I just exchanged contact info between our phones.”
Lilah laughed. “So, you were the aggressor? It wasn’t just a joke?”
“No, I was the aggressor.” Dua smiled shamelessly.
Lilah spit on her hand and kept stroking me. “So how did the date end? Did you agree on seeing each other again?”
A sly smile crept onto Dua’s face. “Well, our date didn’t end like normal dates. I was a bit of a wild child at 22.”
Lilah knew Dua well enough to look up at me. I was sitting on the side of the bed, well, on my knees. “What did she do to you?”
I laughed at that. “She took my virginity in a coffee shop bathroom.”
Lilah’s eyes bugged out. “Dua, seriously?” Our friend’s jaw was damn near down to her chest.
Dua looked immediately defensive. “I had no idea he was a virgin until a few conversations later! He was very… naturally gifted for a 20-year-old virgin.”
I rolled my eyes at the pair while Dua smiled and Lilah giggled. “There’s nothing wrong with being a 20-year-old virgin. I was focused on school and work. I didn’t really date in college until Dua.”
Lilah rolled onto her side and tucked her knees up. It let her play with my cock with her other hand, and Dua never even took her finger out.
“So, what was your first time like, Finn?”
I looked at Dua with a smile, not ashamed of this part at all. “I didn’t last long, but Dua was amazing. 10/10. The only other person I’ve messed around with was, well, you.” I looked down at Lilah and ran my fingers through her hair.
Lilah blinked at me in surprise. “Wow. That’s a big brag; only ever having slept with the Dua Lipa?” She kept staring, first at Dua then at me. “Go on. I want juicy, salacious details!”
“Go ahead, love. Tell her about how you conquered me in that bathroom,” Dua teased playfully.
I shook my head as Lilah rubbed a thumb on my frenulum. A little smile teased at my lips. I didn’t know if Dua thought she was laying a trap, but I remember the event quite well.
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I was just a dumb 20-year-old college kid, working an intern job at an IT company. On my way to work one morning, I was listening to the drive time radio.
The DJ was talking about how if you could get the name of the song and performer right from only a three second sample, you’d win a mystery prize involving the performer.
I had a huge crush on Dua Lipa (who doesn’t?). Also, I genuinely liked her music, so I nailed the contest on the first try. I just didn’t expect to be the first caller to do it.
When the DJ told me that I had won a half hour coffee shop meet with Dua while she was in town for a concert, I nearly shit my pants.
Dua was a year and a half older than me, was an up-and-coming star, and was hot as all hell. I couldn’t believe my luck. It didn’t feel real, like it was a prank.
However, when I showed up to the coffee shop, she was there. It was real. She was real.
I hadn’t even introduced myself yet, but I saw her and I was stunned. When she saw me, she smiled so fucking brightly my knees almost gave out. To this day, neither she nor I can figure out how she knew it was me. But she just… knew.
I went over to the table she was sitting at, and I introduced myself as Finn—just Finn. At the time, I didn’t think I’d need a last name. It had felt like a one-and-done. At first.
Dua took it upon herself to take my hand and go to the counter to order our drinks. I got a simple medium mocha. She got a crazy machi-whatever with goat milk.
I blinked at the total. But I paid anyway. Dua tried to practically force my arm down, but I insisted.
“Finn, please. This is a radio contest meet. Let me pay.”
I steeled my eyes at her and she stopped. “I get that, but when was the last time someone paid for you?”
She froze right there. Something I couldn’t read was in her warm brown eyes. Only a year later, on our first anniversary, Dua told me that was the moment she knew she was going to fuck me.
Our contest greet started off extremely awkward. I was star struck, and even if Dua didn’t have a future as bright as the stars, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. And lethally intelligent. That combo almost knocked me out.
At some point, about halfway through the allotted 30 minutes, Dua asked me a question that changed everything. “What do you think, Finn? Will I conquer the world, or will I be over in a year, maybe two?”
I didn’t answer at once. It was a big enough question that it considered real thought. And the way she was looking at me told me she wanted a truthful answer.
“You’ll conquer the world. It might take some time, but you will. Being gorgeous, tanned skinned and leggy helps. But your dancing is next level and gets better every year. So does your voice. You’re writing and the material you’re coming up with is getting better. You have a unique sound that’s a mix of modern and retro, but its flow is natural. Nobody has that sound.
“What also helps is that you’re genuine. You have a real laugh. The shine in your eyes is real and heart stopping. It pulls people in. I can’t think of a single person I’d rather watch an interview of because you’re magnetic, Dua. Keep going, and I can see you being in the top five pop stars of the current or next ten 10 years.”
Dua Lipa stared at me. Unblinking. I wasn’t sure if she was considering walking out or slapping me.
“Did I say too much?” I asked nervously.
“You said just the right things, Finn.” Before I could react, she had my shirt’s collar in her hand and pulled me across the table.
Her lips met mine and my eyes closed instead of bursting wide like a TV show. Dua Lipa’s soft lips drove every thought from my brain. It was so unexpected, so nice, that I failed to kiss her back.
Dua pulled away and put two fingers to her lips. “Oh my God, Finn. I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have… that was terribly unprofessional. It’s just that what you said was so sweet and so honest. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
I quickly looked around, and there were plenty of people pretending they weren’t watching. Dua was blushing furiously. She wasn’t a sell-out name yet, but people knew who she was, and she had been caught kissing a nobody in a coffee shop.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I was probably smiling like an idiot. Dua Lipa had just kissed me, after all. I thought about taking her hand supportively, but I stopped myself. Her eyes flickering down to my hand told me she saw it, too.
“You’re a nice guy, Finn. I’m glad you won the meet.” Dua’s voice was London posh, so refined. But she spoke so sweetly.
We talked a bit more about my job, my studies. She wasn’t interested in talking about herself much, which I found interesting in and of itself.
She looked at a cute silver watch on her wrist. “Oh. My lord. We’ve been here for an hour and 15 minutes.” She giggled, and I felt my heart spasm.
“We’re over twice your time, and I know you’re busy.” I pushed my chair back to stand up, to offer her an out.
But it was her turn to grab my hand. “Wait.” She bit her lip I had just kissed minutes ago. “Are you hungry? Would you like to go for a bite?”
I smiled, beyond excited, and shocked, that she wanted to keep our meeting going. I wasn’t delusional enough to call it a date aloud at that time. Dua would tell me later it certainly was starting after the kiss.
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“That’s tooth-rotteningly sweet, you two.” Lilah was casually laying amidst a pile of pillows while Dua and I regaled her with our first meeting—the radio contest turned last first date I ever had.
“It really was,” Dua smiled fondly. “Does anybody want tea or coffee?” She looked at the bedside alarm clock. “It’s 10:30 already.” That was late for us.
“Nude coffee with you two? Sounds lovely.” Lilah got off the bed with the two of us. She reached for a robe, but Dua gently pushed her hand down.
“I didn’t say you could put anything on. You said yourself you wanted ‘nude coffee’ with us.” The smile on my wife’s face said she was still having fun, but she would not be argued with.
I followed the two naked women through our house and into the kitchen. Dua teasingly slapped my hand when I tried to set up our largest French press.
“You just watch, love.”
I didn’t have to be told twice. Two beautiful naked women making me coffee? Yes, please!
I put a towel on the kitchen counter and hopped up on it.
“Lilah, you know the kitchen well. Would you mind making coffee while I suck my husband’s wonderful cock?”
“Sounds like a good division of labor.” The smile was clear in Lilah’s voice, though I couldn’t see her face. “Finn, would you like to tell me more of your and Dua’s history while the coffee sets?”
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Dua and I left the little coffee shop to the sounds of murmurs and whispers from the patrons that stayed.
“Want to ride in my car? She asked as she held up the key. I didn’t get a good look at it, but I was sure it was for something European and sporty. We were in London, so I figured it was one of her own cars and not a rental.
“Sounds good to me,” I said. Trying to stay casual was getting easier, but I still had to think a bit before I spoke.
Dua’s lips curled into a pleased little smile. She knew I was trying to play it cool, to not embarrass myself. We hopped into a Jaguar, and Dua drove us to a Basta without even asking. All she said was, “I need some Middle Eastern. Now.”
Our conversation flowed just as freely while we ate as it did at the coffee shop.
Dua was every bit a proper lady. I smiled every time she spoke around a bite but covered her mouth with the back of a hand.
This rising pop star refused to let me buy both of our meals and insisted on at least going Dutch. My outward pride was wounded, but my college guy wallet was crying tears of relief. The look on her face, the sheer smile of me letting her buy for both of us and not just herself was priceless.
I looked at my phone, and then at the most gorgeous woman I had ever spent two hours with. “We’re now at four times the original half hour.”
Dua pouted and looked at me, trying to find something to say. “I think we’re passed this being a radio contest thing, Finn.” She took a deep breath, her chest rising under that black knit sweater. God, I thought she looked so suave, sensual, and perfect.
“What do you mean?” I hoped to God I was right. This felt like a date. She had already kissed me. I was fishing, but I didn’t care.
“We had coffee. We got past the awkward star struck part. You were flatteringly adorkable.” She giggled and took my hands in both of hers. “Thank you, Finn. Today, these two hours with you were so refreshing. As soon as you were past me being Dua Lipa, you made me feel like a pretty girl. That’s it. I was able to forget I was famous with you. How much time you spent looking at my eyes was refreshing. You stayed off your phone!” She giggled again. “Dating people in my ‘league’ is damned exhausting. To be with just a normal 20-year-old guy who isn’t a dick… magical.”
Hearing Dua Lipa say ‘dick’ wasn’t on my bingo card for that day. Neither was what she asked next.
“Finn, have you ever had a woman suck your cock in a London alleyway?”
She said it so abruptly, so confidently that I blinked at her. Dua wanted an actual answer. And I wasn’t about to tell her that I had never had my dick sucked before at all, by anyone, let alone in an alleyway.
“Uh, no. Can’t say that I have.” Without thinking, even a little, the words saw themselves out of my mouth. “Have you ever sucked a cock in a London alleyway?”
Dua laughed so hard and so suddenly that she snorted. Which in turn, made me laugh. “No, I can’t say that I have. But I’m about to. Come here.”
Her voice left no room for arguing as she took my hand and tugged me away. It was still broad daylight, and the way we weaved this way and that through London town told me she did not have a place in mind.
Finally, she found a spot away from a main road. There was a convenient little tuck-in between two tall buildings that I was able to squeeze into. As soon as my back was against the wall, Dua Lipa was squatting down right in front of me. I was hidden from view, and only she was partially obscured. There was certainly a getting caught risk.
I think she wanted the risk.
“You gave me such a wonderful date today, Finn. I just want to make sure you had just as much fun as I did.” The words from her mouth were a sensual purr as Dua Lipa undid my belt.
“Dua, you don’t have to. You don’t owe me anything,” I said from dry lips. The sight of her squatting before me, her hands rubbing my thighs through my jeans was enough to make me half-hard.
“I know I don’t have to, silly man. I want to. You deserve it. And honestly? I like to suck cock.” She popped the ‘k’ at the end of the word as she popped my jeans button. “Especially when it’s the cock of a nice young man like you.”
I stood there, feeling frozen in place as Dua undid my fly. She kept those honey brown eyes on me. I supposed she was seeing if there was any sign I didn’t want her to do it. But I did. I wanted her to do it very badly.
Dua pulled the front of my jeans apart and nuzzled my boxers with her nose. “Your hair was still damp when you popped into the coffee shop. I know you’re good and clean.” She sounded pleased.
“These jeans might not be anything from Calvin Klein, but they’re clean, and yes, I am too,” I chuckled.
Dua smiled up at me before pressing her lips to the bulge behind black fabric. “I didn’t judge your clothing choice, did I?”
I laughed. “No. No you didn’t.” Then I took in a sharp breath as she wrapped her lips around my rapidly hardening cock. “Shit,” I chuckled.
“Such a responsive boy. This is going to be a treat,” she said with a salacious smile.
I was of the age and young male pride at that time that I usually would have bristles at someone calling me “boy” like that. But because it was Dua, because of how she said it… it made my cock twitch.
It twitched between her lips. The moan of a chuckle she let out when she felt it made my eyes briefly roll back in my head.
Finally, she pulled down the front of my boxers and wrapped her hand around my meaty cock.
“Oh, this is nice.” She licked her lips in anticipation and rubbed the bottom of my length on her face.
“Jesus,” I breathed, my eyes wide. This woman wasn’t just a pop star working on conquering the world. She was a closeted porn star about to unleash herself on my cock.
“I told you, Finn; I love sucking cock. And I’m going to love sucking this one. It’s every bit as warm and welcoming as the man attached to it.” She winked at me, her lips pressed to the hot, taut flesh. My knees buckled.
“You’re going to kill me.” If she wanted to suck my soul out through the tip of my dick, who was I to stop her? When I threaded my fingers through her long dark hair, I thought she’d kill me again.
“Nonsense. If I kill you, how could I ever use this beautifully thick cock again?” she teased. And then she flicked her tongue out and licked me.
I groaned. I groaned like a male slut. She didn’t judge me, though. She smiled with her soulful eyes as she wrapped her full lips around my cock head.
A sound like a throaty whimper escaped. The first time I had ever made that sound. But it was the first time a woman had ever had her mouth on me. And this woman was Dua Lipa.
She hummed with satisfaction as she swiped her tongue under the head and then took in more of me.
I tried to play it cool. It took a lot of control to massage her scalp and not fist her hair with the intense sensations I had never felt before.
The amount of expression Dua could convey through her eyes, by moving her eyebrows while blowing a man was insane.
She slid her lips off me, leaving my dick hard and shiny with spit. “Finn…” she looked at me skeptically for a moment, seemingly unsure if she should speak her mind. “Is this your first blowjob?”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My tongue darted out without order and licked my dry lips. Words were like wet concrete in my mouth.
I expected her to judge me, call me a nerd, virgin, and loser.
Instead, she smiled at me with grace and softness. “I’m glad. Because I am going to give you one hell of an experience. And I think we both know how much you’ll appreciate your first one being from me.”
I held her chin with two fingers for a moment. My secret was out, and it was safe with her. It gave me confidence, and it made me feel good.
“This being from you makes it a thousand times better.” There was a litany I could have recited as to why I was glad it was her. Dua’s dazzling, proud smile told me that I didn’t have to say anything more.
She spat into her hand and started to stroke my cock with long, slow motions. “Are you going to tell your friends and coworkers that Dua Lipa gave you a blowie in a London alley?”
I chuckled and shook my head as she kissed the tip and then ran her tongue along the length. “No one would ever believe me. I wouldn’t believe me. This could all still be a dream for how surreal this is.”
Dua smiled and pressed my cock upwards. She dug a free hand into my pants and extracted my heavy balls so she could kiss them as well.
“What? You don’t think your lads will believe that a rising pop star licked your plums behind a pub?” She was as good as her words. Better even because my vision slightly blurred when she sucked a ball between her lips.
“Christ, Dua. You know the longer you play, the more likely we are to get caught?”
The brown-skinned beauty smiled up at me, my balls hefted in her hand. “Maybe your friends will believe you if it’s not the news?”
I stopped her from taking me in again. “Please say you’re kidding. Don’t let an impulsive encounter tarnish what you’re building.”
Dua pouted at me adorably and stood up. “My knees were starting to lock up.” She giggled. “But Finn, I had no intention of us getting caught. That was a joke. Thank you for that care, though.”
I cupped Dua’s face and kissed her forehead. My cock and balls were still out, making me feel a little awkward.
She tucked me back in and patted my bulge. “If you’re worried, we can go somewhere safer.” Dua even reset my belt. “But I do want to fuck you.”
She said it so plainly, so up front that I could only blink.
“I’m willing to bet that if you reacted that way to just a simple blowjob, you’re also a virgin.” She wasn’t teasing, just being deductive.
“You are correct.” It was easy to admit to her. “Pardon me if I’m being too bold, but this sounds like the beginning of a proposition. Besides fucking me, do you want to be the one to give me my first time? Should I come back later?”
Dua giggled again. I loved the way it made her face light up.
“You’re coming home with me.” She said it so definitively that I had no further questions.
—
“Are you serious?” Lilah asked, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup.
I was leaning on my forearms on our kitchen counter, my balls just emptied by my wife. Our good friend and new sensual compatriot looked on with amusement.
Dua wiped her lips. “That’s how it went.” There was no sense of pride or shame. That was the tale.
“So how was your first time, Finn? Did she make you explode in 30 seconds?” Lilah teased.
“Oh heavens no. He could have if I let him.
I hopped off the counter, took my beautiful love in my arms and twirled us. She hopped into my hands and zi sat her on the counter.
“Nuh uh,” Lilah interrupted. “You have a story to tell. I’ll pleasure Mrs. Lipa.”
Dua and I had taken separate vehicles because I wasn’t going to leave my car unattended. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be here.
Dua gave me her address to a spacious apartment. She was doing well enough to have her nice, own place. She hadn’t hit it huge yet, so a mansion wasn’t in the picture yet.
We were inside her place, a beautiful and lofty studio. It looked like the lodgings of someone on the cusp of something big.
It was warm, a mix of organized and cluttered. But it was clean. No bad smells, everything had a place, despite how much stuff there was.
As for me, I was anxious and had no idea what to do with myself.
“Take your jacket off, Finn. Relax.” Dua was cool as a cucumber. She wasn’t the one about to lose her virginity to someone well above her weight class, however.
I did as told. My shoes came off without instruction. I had watched her kick her trainers off as well.
“Something to eat? To drink maybe? I don’t want you to feel like I brought you here for only one thing.”
Her voice was soft, warm and caring. Not at once seductive. She wanted me to be here. I think she was genuinely enjoying time together.
Dua went to her fridge and pulled out a bottle of pinot grigio. God help me to remember the brand. Something small and boutique, I was sure.
“Finn?” She swallowed. “Would it be better if we did erm…” Her eyebrows pursed together. “Would you like to have sex now? No more waiting, no more pressure?”
I let out a relieved breath. “If this is going to be a real thing, yes please.”
I stood up and she put her glass down. We met in the center of the living room.
A cute, wistful smile spread across her pink lips. “I chewed some gum on the way here. You can kiss me again now that I’ve refreshed my mouth a little.”
I laughed, and she laughed too. She didn’t get to finish hers because I had already closed the distance between us.
My hands were in her hair. Her hands on my shoulders. Lips smacked and tongues danced. I did have some kissing experience, but there was a lot she’d end up teaching me.
Dua guided us to her bed without ever breaking the kiss. I half-expected her to push me down onto the bed. Instead, she hoisted my shirt up and I raised my arms.
She dropped it onto the floor and then her lips were on my neck. Licking, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing. She was setting my skin on fire as I lightly tugged on her hair.
The next thing I knew, my pants were undone and down around my knees.
I made that black sweater I love hit the floor next. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I blinked at the sight before me. Dua Lipa didn’t have a thing on under the sweater.
She giggled cheekily. “I thought it’d be fun to surprise you. I did a wardrobe alteration in the car.”
“It’s perfect,” I said hungrily. I crouched down and kissed her collar bone, the top of both breasts.
She sighed and tilted her head back as my tongue circled but didn’t make contact with a nipple. “You said you’re a virgin?”
“Mhmm,” I confirmed. With a bit of suction, one of Dua Lipa’s nipples was between my teeth.
A sharp inhale and then her hands in my hair said I was doing okay. “That’s good, Finn. Like that. Now the other one,” she coached.
I switched breasts and gave it the same treatment. That day, I would have done everything she told me.
“Don’t stop. Keep switching between tongue and suckling, yeah?” Then I felt her hand wrapped around my cock. She was tugging it more firmly now, faster. I was fully hard, and she was chuckling satisfactorily.
I kissed down her belly and undid the top of her pants. Pulling the zipper down, I saw no sign of panties. Just smooth, warm skin.
“Fuck.”
“You like?” I didn’t have to look at her. The teasing grin was in her voice as much as on her face.
“Very much.” I pulled the front of her pants apart to expose more skin. I licked the exposed flesh with my tongue and grazed it with my teeth. It was just like she had done to my neck.
“Cheeky bugger,” she laughed. I called it a small victory when she pushed her own pants down further.
I was face to face with my very first–and until the present time—only pussy.
Her scent was heady and almost sweet. I wanted to lick her. I wanted to pleasure her with my mouth like she did to me.
She stopped me the second she saw my broad tongue poke out. “Later.”
That was when she had me stand up and pushed me down onto the bed. My pants, boxers, and socks were completely gone in seconds.
Dua’s pants and socks joined the same pile in two breathes time. She moved like a huntress, but her eyes never left mine. I never saw any sign that she wasn’t watching to make sure I was okay.
It was my first time being naked with a naked woman. She knew that, and it never left her mind.
“Finn, maybe for this first time, I can direct?” The softness in her voice, the consideration, stole any words I would have had.
It was my first time, and she wanted it to be good. She knew what she was doing.
I nodded my head, and she smiled. Relief was in that smile. She knew this was going to make it easier and so much better for us than if I was just trying to blindly rut around.
Dua got up onto the bed, crawling over me. She sat near my hips, straddling my thighs.
“I want to ride you, Finn.” Dua took my cock in her hand after licking her palm. I want you to just lay back and get the feel of a pussy riding, squeezing your cock. Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. My voice was hoarse with anticipation. It was hard to speak at all.
She leaned down and kissed me as she pressed my cock flat against my waist, onto my belly. Her hot pussy lips were touching me, but I wasn’t penetrating her.
“Feel how wet I am, Finn?” Her lips were brushing my neck. “You’re going to slide in just right.”
I shivered at her words and my hands held onto her hips as she started to grind. I could feel her slick coating my length, getting me ready for her.
“This is going to feel so good. For both of us. You have a lovely cock, and I know you’ll love how it feels in my pussy.”
I groaned and bucked my hips prematurely. She bit back a laugh and kissed me again.
“So eager. I love it.” As she whispered, she lifted her hips and took my cock. Our lips were still connected as I felt her nuzzling the head around her entrance.
“It’s wet, and so warm.” I felt her lips smile against mine.
“Go ahead, Finn. Push in. Claim me.” Dua grazed my neck with her teeth as I slowly rolled my hips forward.
“Holy shit.” I groaned as I slowly pushed my cock into Dua Lipa’s cunt. It wasn’t just my first pussy, but Dua’s. I had no fucking way of knowing that I gave my virginity to my wife.
When Dua rolled her hips to take the last half of me inside her, I should have known. I should have known she was going to be my wife when I saw the look in her eyes. When I was fully seated in her, our foreheads were pressed together, eyes locked and breathing synced.
“It’s mine now,” she said greedily. Not just my cock. All of me. I was hers.
I clapped my hands on her ass. My fingers dug into the supple flesh as she started to move on me, me in her.
We started slow, but it wasn’t long until I was fucking her hard.
“Dua, I’m going to…” She cut off my warning by pinning me down and pulling herself off my cock.
“Shit. You’re not protected?”
“No, I am covered. I just don’t want you to cum yet.” Dua kissed the tip of my nose and rubbed her wet pussy on my hip. “I want you to cum inside, though. Your first time should be in a girl, not in a condom.”
I shuddered as Dua pulled my bottom lip with her teeth. This woman was a natural seductress, and she had seen me worthy of spending the time with her.
“You are so fucking hot. Such a tease.” Dua had my cock back at her entrance. She was slowly rocking back and forth, just teasing herself and me with the promise of more. The tip would slide in, then she’d slide it back out. Back in. Back out.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing her hips with both hands, I held her in place and drove forward. She gasped, and so did I. My balls hit her ass, and I knew I was addicted.
“Fuck me, Finn. Give me that fucking load now.” Her lips were by my ear, and then my earlobe was between her teeth.
Dua was bouncing on me. I was bouncing her on me. There wasn’t a second one of us weren’t slapping into the other.
“Fuck, Finn! You’re hitting me damned good!”
I had half a mind to call bullshit. But the way she wasn’t stopping, the tone of her voice… I think she meant it. Dua Lipa was having an enjoyable time riding my cock, taking it.
I felt 10 feet tall at that moment. It was my first time, and I wasn’t fucking it up. I was fucking Dua, but I was apparently doing it well.
Dua wasn’t taking the fucking laying down. She was fucking herself on every bit as hard as I was giving. Her ass must have been turning red.
She was upright, her tits bouncing with her and her head thrown back. I could see my cock sliding out, then back in. It was so rapid, there were only glances.
I was running out of time. Fast. Grabbing her shoulders, I pulled Dua down on top of me. Her chest squished against my frame and she kept grinding.
I sank my teeth into the crook between her neck and shoulder. She cried as I left a mark but didn’t break skin. I ability to hold back broke, though.
With a groan and my vision swimming, I released into a woman for. The first time. Not just any woman, but Dua. What a fucking woman to wait for.
Even as I was cumming and she was moaning, she didn’t stop riding. She didn’t stop until my balls were totally emptied and she was full.
“I want you to watch this,” she said. Dua slowly pushed me off and rose up. As my deflating cock came more into view, my white and creamy load ran out of her. It trickled around my used dick and puddled there. “That was a virginity given a proper send-off.”
While that was fantastic, there was a very loud thought still in my head. “Did… did you cum?”
Dua slowly shook her head. My confidence faltered. “No, I didn’t. But if you stay the night, you can help make sure I do.”
“Oh, my God,” Lilah said. She wiped my wife’s wetness from her shiny mouth. “That was bloody hot! Better than my first time.”
Poor Lilah sounded almost resentful. “I learned a lot from Dua. We did spend the night, but she had to leave town the next day for a meeting with a producer.” I looked at my wife wistfully as she slowly rubbed her own pussy.
“That was the producer that I put out my first big album with. The day after Finn told me I could go to the stars. And he was right. That was when I knew that I wanted to date Finn, because he saw that I could make it, and he didn’t chase me after.”
Lilah clasped her hand over her heart. “That is too damn sweet. Thank you sharing your first meeting and first-time story with me.” She looked at the clock on the wall and pouted. “As much as I hate to, I should jet. It’s getting towards noon, and I do have a session today.”
Dua and I tried to get her to stay for breakfast (well, brunch), but she respectfully declined.
Not long after Delilah was out, Dua’s phone rang. We were barely able to hear it from where it sat two rooms away.
My naked and sexy as hell wife strutted with purpose.
“Rin, are you okay?” It was her sister, and my sister-in-law. “Just calm down. He what? No!” This wasn’t sounding good. “Come right over. We’ll put a kettle on, and you can cry it out with Finn and I, okay? Don’t worry. Just get over here. Or we’ll go to you.”
The convo went on for just a moment longer before Dua hung up. “Remember that slouchy bastard Rina was dating?”
“Yeah, kind of. I didn’t even learn his name.”
“Well, you didn’t miss much. He cheated on her, and she’s all busted up. She’ll be here in a bit. We have time to shower and get dressed.”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Well damn. At least she has big sis.”
Dua smiled sadly. “Rin loves you, you know. She sees how much you love me, how well you’ve always treated me. She holds you as a standard for guys. Rina jokes it’s why she’s never happy.”
That really did melt my heart. “Well, hopefully we can put our love to good use, and we can put her back together, yeah?”