*This is a Chris Jackson fanfiction. All events are fictional, and this story is for entertainment only. This piece of fiction is intended for mature audiences.*
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“Rina, are you coming to hang out with Fynn, Gracie, and I?” Dua asked her sister as she put on her small gold earrings.
Dua’s younger sister cleared her throat and stammered. We could tell she had an answer, but she seemed nervous to tell us.
Of course, Dua caught on it at once. “Motra? What’s wrong?” Dua stopped what she was doing and went to Rina’s side.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Rina said. She sounded unsure to me, but like she was trying to find her strength.
“Rina,” I began softly, “you can tell us anything. You know that by now, right?”
The woman nodded and cleared her throat again. Softer this time. “Um, I won’t be joining you guys to hang out with Gracie because I have a date.”
Dua smiled so damned wide I wondered if it hurt. “Oh my gosh, bebe! Who is he? He’s super hot, right?” My wife was nearly vibrating with excitement for her sister.
Rina nodded with a secretive smile on her face. We both could tell she was going to omit something before she even spoke. “Oh, he’s dreamy. He’s big and strong. And he’s very respectful. A big sweetheart,” she gushed.
“Well, give our love to Jeremy,” Dua said, checking herself over in a mirror by the front door. Of course, she looked stunning. “If he doesn’t treat you like a goddess, I can have him fired like this.” She snapped her fingers and smacked her lips, making sure her lipstick was perfect. It was.
“Fuck you.” Rina laughed even through the curse. She wasn’t shocked Dua had figured it out so easily, I was sure. The two were sisters, after all. “And I’m not going to tell him my big, powerful sister is going to get him fired if he doesn’t treat me right.” She ran a brush through her long hair that was identical to Dua’s. “I’m sure he already knows.” She smirked.
“Well, have a fun and safe time with Jeremy.” I dug my keys out of my slacks pocket and twirled them. I wasn’t trying to be cool; I just have ADHD. “Call us if you need anything.” I wrapped my arm around my sexy wife’s shoulder as we headed to the door. “Will you be home this evening? Should we lock up?”
Rina bit her lip and tried to hide a smile. “If it goes well….”
“Oh, my Lord! You dirty girl!” Dua squealed and high-fived her sister.
I laughed and shook my head. “We should get going, babe. I don’t want to keep Gracie waiting.” We didn’t know what we’d be doing with Gracie Abrams just yet, so we dressed as business-casual as we could.
I looked business-casual. Dua could wear a brown paper bag, and I’d still want to tear a hole in it and fuck the shit out of her.
Rina did one more look-over of us. “You two look good.” But then she started snapping her fingers, halting us with the door open. “Why do you two have over-night bags?” She knew the answer. “Oh. My. God. You two are such whores!”
It was Dua’s turn to laugh and shout, “Fuck you!” She motioned her hand at Rina. “You’re planning to sleep with Jeremy tonight. Glass houses, girl!”
Rina rolled her eyes. “I’m only joking. God,” she drawled. “Now you two have fun. Take pictures if she lets you. I want to see.” Rina smiled saucily and licked her lips.
I cleared my throat this time. I had been silent for most of this interaction, letting the girls do themselves. “Dua and I have been thinking.”
“Yeah?” Rina asked, and I could tell she was hanging on to every word, feeling like this was going to be big. It kind of was.
“You seem to have found a new man. We’ve been playing around with Delilah, and then we opened our bedroom door to you. We don’t regret it,” I said, holding up my hand before she could take it the wrong way. “But we think after Gracie, we’re going to go catch up with just the two of us.”
Rina shook her head. “That’s totally fine, of course. I think it’s wonderful you two can do something experimental, something so… wild, and then re-center. It’s important to do so, I think. And Gracie Abrams is a babe. A great way to end, or at least pause, your run.”
“It’s not a foregone conclusion that we’ll end up in her hotel bed, but we both really fancy her….” Dua pulled her bottom lip under her white veneers. I knew she was picturing the three of us together. She giggled. “I can’t believe I want to watch my husband fuck another woman.”
“We really need to get going,” I said. “Let’s unpack that in the car.” I opened the door again and ushered Dua out into the chilly and foggy London early evening. Her jacket was pulled tight around her as we made a good clip towards my Volkswagen.
I opened the passenger-side door for my darling wife, and she smiled. She kissed my cheek and gracefully slipped inside my car.
As soon as I was seated and strapped in, Dua took my hand in hers and brought it to her painted lips. “I love that after eight years together, you still do sweet things for me. Like opening my doors. Like still asking how I feel about things in the bedroom.”
I didn’t let go of her hand but mirrored the motion. “I love you more now than I ever have, bebe. At no point have I ever feared that I was falling out of love with you. Not even with the open-door stuff we’ve been experimenting with.”
Dua smiled, but I could see her eyes had gotten a little glassy. “Fuck, I love you so much, Fynn. I’m glad we’ve let ourselves play with this fantasy. I’m glad we’ve had our fun and are mutually agreeing to hit pause.” She stopped and licked her lips. Out of anxiety, maybe.
“Are you okay? Do we just want to have a normal night out? Of course, we don’t have to push for anything with Gracie.” My voice was soft, gentle, and measured. There was no pressure here. There never was. It’s one of the reasons Aria and I are so strong.
Dua shook her head, dark eyes locked on mine. This was her I’m dead serious face. “Oh, no. I definitely want us to play with Gracie. But after this, I do want to refocus on just us. I’m glad we’ve played as much as we have,” she said as I drove down towards the street. “But I am ready for just the two of us again.”
“I’m glad you don’t have regrets,” I said. And I meant it. This had been a fantasy for both of us, it turned out. But I was eternally grateful we got out of this no worse for wear.
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Dua was smart enough to shoot Gracie a heads up to when we arrived. She met us in the lobby of her hotel, and we were just in time to see Jeremy, one of her security guards, leaving.
He was, of course, the Jeremy. The one who was dating our dear Rina.
Dua and I caught his eyes, and he smiled bashfully, a little blush on his cheeks. Dua found it adorable, and I found it incredibly endearing. He was built like a wall but had a teddy bear heart. I loved that for Rina. I think it was just the kind of guy she needed.
When I turned my attention back towards the main lobby, the elevator had just dinged.
Gracie sauntered out like she owned the place, looking graceful as all in a Mediterranean-looking white sundress. The strapped sandals really completed the Roman/ancient Greek look.
“Dua! Fynn!” She exclaimed like we hadn’t seen her last night.
“Hey there, sexy.” Dua purred and pulled the younger woman into a hug, kissing her on each cheek.
I also couldn’t help but notice that the few other women we’d been with were all younger than Dua. Younger than me. I started to wonder if I had married a cougar, or if it was all coincidental.
“So,” Gracie said, leaning back but holding my wife’s arms. “What do we want to do today? The spa area has a hot tub and sauna,” she suggested.
“That sounds pretty nice to my peasant blood,” I said with a smile.
“Peasant blood? Oh hush, you!” Dua giggled and playfully squeezed my arm.
“Fynn had just been out on the town yesterday, so his social battery may be a bit dry.”
I looked at Dua with squinted eyes. “Oh, you’re speaking for me now?”
Dua looked back at me with eyes wide, mouth agape. A real fish out of water look. Still cute, though. Especially because I was trying to tease her.
I returned to Gracie. “She’s totally right, though.” I laughed. “I’m lame, I know.”
“Oh God, no. You’re not lame. I totally get it,” Gracie said understandingly. “I feel drained after my shows.” She turned to Dua. I have no idea how you can perform like you do and still have the ability to be a top socialite. I’m a little jealous.”
Dua shrugged, shaking the effect of being the only extrovert between the three of us. “It sounds like we’ll have a lovely, relaxing day just enjoying this hotel.”
“There’s a cute little bistro not far from the pool. We don’t even have to leave for dinner!” Gracie was clearly pleased with the idea of a big day in.
“Sounds adorable,” Dua said. There was a relaxed, pleased smile on her face. Perhaps after yesterday’s out and about shenanigans, she needed this R&R day as well.
“Bebe, I didn’t bring swim trunks.”
Dua just smiled at me and stuck her tongue out. “I know you’d forget, so I brought them.”
“God, I love you.” I chuckled.
“OMFG! Stop it. You two are so cute!” Gracie said dreamily. “I mean, don’t actually stop. I could eat you two up without a single crumb left behind.” She giggled.
“So, let’s go change for the pool, or should we relax in the room for a bit?” I asked. “Either sounds like a great start.”
“Oh sure, you two get to be a little cuddle pile while I just lay around and watch, being all envious. Is that it?” Gracie pouted, and I wanted to kiss it away. I knew Aria did, too. We were very much on the same page.
“Who said you wouldn’t be invited to the cuddle party? No babes left behind.” Dua took one of my hands and one of Gracie’s. She led us to the elevator from which Gracie came, and neither of us argued.
As the metal doors slid closed between us, Gracie pressed her back to the wall. She let out a slow exhale. “I like the energy I’m feeling right now. I feel like the three of us can just relax, be chill, and be ourselves. Low maintenance pampering.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, my eyes on Gracie and then Dua.
Dua had a smile on her face that I couldn’t miss. She was watching me watching Gracie. And she liked it. I had a feeling that Aria was going to be relaxing more than playing this time.
When the elevator tinged, Gracie’s soft eyes opened slowly. She still had that lazy smile on her face. Gracie wasn’t like Dua and Rina. She was quiet, shy, and gentle. She wasn’t bubbly or intense. The woman was zen, and I liked it.
Dua seemed more at ease around her, too. More so than around Rina. Rina and Dua fed each other’s chaotic sides. They’re party sides.
But of course, I knew Dua had a refined and elegant side. A calm and reserved side that loved cuddles and staying in on rainy days. She loved slow blowjobs and me teasing her pussy for hours if we were watching the right movies or shows.
We walked out into the empty hallway. Not a sound or sign of anyone on this floor. It was mid-day, so most people were out on their business or shopping. The floor seemed to be ours.
“All we’re missing is a far-off thunderstorm,” Gracie said wistfully. I almost don’t want to go to the bistro. Just a nice pizza in bed sounds heavenly.
“Don’t let your dreams be dreams, darling.” Dua giggled.
I was relieved to hear Gracie romanticized a rainy day as much as Dua and me. What could be cozier? What could make one lose track of an entire day with the other half of their cherished heart like a good rain storm and nowhere to be?
The look in Dua’s eyes told me she remembered our last rainy day alone as well as I did. Hot and steamy shower sex followed by cuddle fucking will always be one of my favorite memories. While Dua can fuck like an animal, sometimes slow and loving does the heart even better.
Gracie opened the door to her spacious suite. It was quite like a flat, having a full kitchenette, but was longer and had two queen beds. The plan was to use only one.
Dua led the charge, not only shedding her jacket and ankle boots, but her black turtleneck as well. My perfect fucking wife wore a white knit, sleeveless blouse that made my eyes water. Her legs, and that ass of hers, were shown off perfectly in her fleece-lined black leggings. Comfy and sexy as hell.
I watched Gracie’s eyes eat up every inch of my wife. Dua’s a stone-cold stunner, and I don’t blame Gracie for looking. Dua also enjoyed being looked at. She dresses the way she does on purpose.
Dua is lovely, sexy, and after I share her one more time tonight, she’s all mine again. After tonight, people would be able to look, but only I would touch.
“Just how cozy are we getting?” Dua asked as she stood in the center of the room, between the two beds.
“Well, how cozy do you like to be for a cuddle puddle?” Gracie asked naively.
Instead of using words, Dua boldly answered by shedding more layers. She peeled out of her top. Then she pushed her leggings down, showing us everything her black thong didn’t cover.
Gracie had seen more than a little yesterday, but she still turned away. The cutest blush crept onto her cheeks and nestled among her little freckles. She was so fucking adorable.
I followed my wife’s lead and shucked my shirt as well as my pants, leaving me in metallic gray boxer briefs.
Gracie stood in the middle of the floor, fidgeting with her hands. She knew she was up next.
Maybe last night she was more confident because she wasn’t the one missing clothes. When it was her partial nudity on the line, she was a lot more nervous.
Not that she had anything to be nervous about. Gracie Abrams was gorgeous. Sultry, pouty, slim but still blessed with a bit of curve.
“Don’t be shy, bebe.” Dua purred as she climbed up the bed and laid down. She looked like a Roman goddess; one arm propped under head, twisted at the hip. Her legs were long, muscular, and perfectly bronzed from her natural Albanian complexion as well as from her love for sunbathing.
I was obsessed with her. And she was mine.
I climbed up next to her and laid my head on her hip. We watched Gracie, hoping for a show. She didn’t disappoint.
She unbuckled her strapped sandals and took them off. Then, her hands undid the tie of her dress behind her neck. Because she hadn’t been out in the London cold like we had, she had the opportunity to lounge in her flowing white sundress.
Gracie let it fall to the floor. I felt my mouth dry out. There was no bra under it, and she only wore a bikini-cut, white pair of panties under it. To hide pantie lines a little better, I guessed.
“Girl, you’re stunning,” Dua said. Her fingers threaded through my short hair and tugged slightly. I knew she was starting to get antsy. “Come get cuddly.”
The blush never left Gracie’s face as she climbed on the bed and knelt at the foot. Her eyes flashed between Dua and I, so languidly sprawled out.
“Don’t be shy, bebe.” Dua patted the space of bed beside her. “Let’s get cozy and watch something.”
Gracie took the invite and curled her mostly naked body into Dua’s side.
The position allowed me to drape my arm over Dua’s shapely leg and trace lazy shapes on Gracie’s shoulder.
“This is really nice. I’ve never done a three-person, skin-to-skin cuddle session before.”
Dua giggled at Gracie. “A cuddle session?” She was tooth-rotteningly cute, this girl. She was a rising celebrity, but so damn precious. She needed to be protected.
We settled on a show. An old rerun of classic Iron Chef from Japan. It was fun, and something we could easily talk over. If either of the girls fell asleep, it wouldn’t be a problem.
Dua’s fingers deftly sifted through my hair, scratching my scalp.
I sighed and turned my face into her leg, kissing her softly. “I love you so much,” I whispered.
“Awe. I love you too, bebe.” Dua cooed.
“Seriously. You two are so cute. The relationship goals you’re setting are pretty lofty,” Gracie said. I saw her fingers tapping softly on Dua’s side. Like she knew she wanted to touch, to be intimate with us but needed a more engraved invitation.
The three of us were calm and relaxed. Gracie seemed to have acclimated to being mostly nude with us.
She was completely detached from the sweet little touches. Gracie’s attention was on the TV as we touched each other, whispered sweet nothings but from our hands.
As Gracie fell victim to the relaxed vibes, me and Dua’s wandering hands grew more adventurous on the two of us. We didn’t want to push Gracie too far.
If she jumped in, great. But if she just watched, or pretended it wasn’t happening, that would be just fine. For now.
Unbeknownst to Gracie, I was slowly dragging my fingers up and down my wife’s pussy. Only her panties stood between my fingers and her warm core.
Dua let out the sexiest, breathiest little moan as my finger grazed panties just over her clitoral hood.
I continued to casually play with my wife’s lovely pussy with the pesky black fabric still between us. With Dua’s hips twisted, her legs acting as a dividing wall between Gracie and I, I couldn’t be sure if Gracie was aware of our slowly escalating touches.
I kept watching TV, not looking at what I was doing. This had to be done casually, carefully. I peeled the gusset of Dua’s panties aside with one hand, and my other fingers felt warm, wet pussy lips.
Dua wiggled, almost unnoticeably, under my slow, intentional touch. She was getting worked up, like I was stoking a fire for a long, grueling burn.
I tilted my head up slightly, looking at my darling wife. She was biting her lip, tugging my hair. Silently asking for more. She wanted me to touch her with Gracie right next to us. It was so fucking hot. I wanted to make her cum with Gracie touching both of us.
Kissing Dua’s thigh, I slipped my finger down the seam of her slippery lips and pushed inside of her.
Dua gasped subtly and tugged more on my short hair. She started to move her hips like she had an itch she was trying not to scratch. The tiniest little squirms. But Gracie felt it.
She looked up at Dua, a little pleased smile on her pretty lips.
I didn’t know if she was aware of the game we played. If she was, she didn’t care. Just laid her head back on Dua’s bum.
Then I realized the game had changed a little, but it was still a game.
Gracie’s arm had made the journey over Dua’s shapely hip and joined my hand.
We didn’t make eye contact with each other as we pleasured my wife together. My finger kept slowly moving in and out, curling inside to brush that oh-so-sensitive spot. Gracie’s fingers teased around her clit, making Dua’s breathing shudder.
Dua and I had thought we were going to be playing Gracie, but the sexy little brunette had flipped the script, and Dua was the one being played.
As she got wetter under my and Gracie’s fingers, it became harder for her to stop from squirming. “Oh my God,” she moaned. Her hips flicked, and her pussy took my finger a little deeper.
“Shh!” Gracie hissed. “I’m watching the show,” she said teasingly.
I smirked at the younger woman, and she smiled back. Dua was to lay there and be a good little toy while Gracie and I had fun.
Another look up at Dua showed me she was biting her nails. Her other hand was playing with my hair nonstop.
She was getting close. Pulling hair was her attempt to hold on, to not let go too early.
I slipped my finger out of her, earning a protesting whimper. I took her panties in my hands and pulled them down her legs.
We could continue the free use game we played, but I wanted to play for keeps now.
The little approving growl I heard from Gracie told me she did, too.
“Keep watching the show, babe. Let me and Gracie take care of you, okay?”
“Mhmm.” Dua muttered. Her fingers were no longer in her mouth but playing with Gracie’s hair.
Gracie was still making slow circles around my wife’s throbbing clit, but her lips were pressed to Dua’s wonderful, bare ass. “I love that I get to pamper this stellar body with your handsome husband.” Her words were a heady yet teasing whisper before she grazed her teeth on the globe of my wife’s ass.
“It’s not how I expected this to play out, but I won’t complain.” Dua giggled, but then she sucked in a gulp of air when I put my face between her still-closed thighs.
“How were you expecting this to go, then?” Gracie asked as she repositioned herself. She was behind Dua and pulled back on her hips.
I couldn’t eat out Dua like I had been so close to attempting. But I couldn’t see Gracie’s face anymore. Only the top of her head.
“Oh God!” Dua moaned, followed by the lewd sound of slurping. “Oh, shit!”
I took over clit duty while I left Dua’s detectable pussy to Gracie’s most-capable mouth.
“Oh, Fynn!” Dua cried. “She’s eating my pussy so good! You’re teasing my clit so good!” She pressed her head into the cushy hotel pillows; her raven-black hair fanning out around her. “Don’t stop! Either of you!”
I couldn’t tell if it was a plea or an order. It didn’t matter, because I was more than willing to help my wife come into Gracie’s darling mouth.
“Yes! Yes! Shit!” Dua jolted unexpectedly. “H-hey! That’s my arse!”
Gracie’s face popped back up and she winked at me. Her lips and the skin around her mouth were glistening with Dua’s wetness. “I know where my tongue was, Mommy.”
Dua’s jaw dropped and I failed to bite back a chuckle. No one had ever called Dua “Mommy” in bed before. But I saw the flash of hunger in her eyes the second the word left Gracie’s surprisingly dirty mouth.
“Get back down there.” Dua growled.
Now that Gracie had firmly put the reins in Dua’s hands, she was going to use them.
“Yes, Mommy.” Gracie smiled and went back to work. Her fingers dug into Dua’s hips and ass, dimpling the supple flesh.
I grabbed Dua’s leg that was folded on top of the other and lifted it high. Her eyes searched my face, looking for clues as to my plan.
My plan was simple and I didn’t hold back from it. While Gracie rimmed my wife’s perfect brown asshole, I pressed my face into her pussy.
She cried out as my nose rubbed her clit and my tongue circled around her pussy lips. Every time my tongue dropped low by her opening, it would erotically brush Gracie’s.
Gracie hummed the first time our tongues met. She moaned the second time.
The third time, we let our tongues circle and play together, catching the sensitive skin of Dua’s taint in the crossfire.
“Damn it all, you two!” Dua cried in anguish. “Please! Just make me come already!”
Gracie and I went back to our selected holes and went for the gold.
I pushed two fingers easily into Dua’s cunt, and Gracie had managed to push a digit into Dua’s ass.
“Oh, God! Oh, my bloody God! Fuck!” Dua thrashed and cursed. Her hands were pulling me and Gracie’s hair as we quickly pushed her over the edge.
She cried out and her body would have left the bed had the two of us not been holding her down.
As if sharing a brain, Gracie and I slowly worked Dua down with our fingers and mouths until she was a panting and lightly giggling mess.
“Damn.” She sighed happily, releasing our heads. “That was… wow!” She giggled and dragged her hands down her model-gorgeous face. “Fuck.”
Gracie and I shared satisfied smiles. Sharing in our job well done. We resumed our cuddle position, but we weren’t there long before Dua told us what was next on the agenda.
“Fynn, dear. Trade spots with me. You and Gracie got to bond over getting me off. Now I want to enjoy your hard cock with Gracie.”
“Oh my God! Can we?” Gracie asked excitedly, her chin resting on Dua’s hip as she looked at me.
I playfully rolled my eyes and stood up. My hands were on my hips, ready to rid myself of my underwear, but Dua pushed my hands away.
“Sorry, but Mommy wants to play now,” she teased. Maybe she was into Gracie’s little power game. I didn’t think it would be something the two of us would be dabbling in alone.
“I want to play with Daddy too, please.” Gracie’s eyes were focused on me, her plump bottom lip pulled under her top row of white teeth.
I was all too happy to stand before the two beauties and watch them palm my hard length through the micro modal material of my underwear.
They moved in, pressing their lips and tongues to the rigid outline, and to my balls. Instead of just pulling my boxer briefs down, Dua reached into the front pocket and pulled my hard cock out instead.
“I know I just saw this cock last night, but it’s still as nice as the first time.” Gracie spit right on the top of my shaft. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes.
Dua wrapped her hand around my cock, slicking it with the spit from Gracie’s mouth. “Let’s see what you can do with this, baby girl.”
Gracie opened wide, and with Dua’s hand pushing her down, she welcomed my cock into her mouth.
I groaned but kept watching. Her eyes were so soulful and hypnotic. It was hard to look away.
“You’re doing good, bebe.” Dua praised her and pulled her head back. She turned Gracie’s head towards her and spit on the younger singer’s tongue before making her take me again.
It was one of the dirtiest blowjobs I had ever gotten, and Gracie being such a good girl made it so much better.
I started to rock my hips, hitting the back of the talented young woman’s throat. Dua held her head in place, letting me fuck her with intent.
With both stunning women on the bed, laying towards me in their forearms, I had my pick of both mouths.
“Dua, open up.”
My darling wife understood the assignment perfectly. She opened wide, tongue out and back arched, sticking her fantastic ass up.
As I grabbed her on both sides of her head, I jammed my cock down her throat and started to fuck her face.
Gracie watched, eyes wide and mouth agape. Even as she seemed impressed and stunned, she mirrored Dua’s more seductive pose.
Seeing Gracie was in position, I pulled out of Dua’s mouth, letting a wad of spit dangle before I slipped into Gracie.
Dua ducked low and caught my swinging balls in her mouth. She sucked one nut, then the other as I made Gracie’s eyes water.
When Gracie had turned an apple shade of red, I pulled back to let her breathe.
Dua was already angling my dick back towards her mouth. She was needy. Hungry for me. After nearly nine years, she still wasn’t tired of making me feel good. She still wasn’t tired of the things we did together.
I pulled out and took a step back. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t last much longer.
Dua knew I needed a breather. But she was still hungry. She must have had that burning between her legs, because she pulled Gracie on top of her.
The two passionately locked lips, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths until I got back on the bed.
Dua pushed me onto my back. “Gracie, get on him.”
Gracie blinked, looking at Dua and not me. “Really? You want me to ride him?” She sounded like a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness.
Dua smiled, her dark eyes shining. “That’s exactly what I want. And I want to watch from right here,” she said and pulled Gracie in for a deal-sealing kiss.
“Okay, I can do that, Mommy.” Gracie smiled bashfully and slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.
“No no,” Dua said, stopping her. “Panties stay on. Pull them to the side.”
“Fuck,” Gracie and I murmured together. My cock was rock-hard and I could see how wet she was through her panties. They were soaked, and the dark patch over the crotch was very visible.
Gracie swung a leg over me and straddled my hips. Her tits looked perfect as they dangled above me.
“Something you should know about Fynn; he’s a fucking bronco.” Dua whispered into our friend’s ear.
With Gracie’s hands steady on my chest, Dua reached under her and pulled her sopping gusset aside. I had just a brief flash of her succulent, pink pussy lips before Dua’s other hand wrapped around my cock.
“Dua, you’re going to….”
Before the question could leave Gracie’s pretty mouth, Dua had slipped my head between Gracie’s lips. With a buck of my hips, I pierced her opening and made her moan.
My cock was safely between Gracie’s fleshly lips. With both of her hands free, Dua grabbed Gracie by the shoulders and pushed her down.
Gracie cried out as my cock skewered her insides.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. Instead, I dug my heels into the mattress and began to push my ass off the bed.
The air left Gracie’s lungs as Dua held her up, in place, letting me ram into her from below over and over again.
Gracie was practically suspended; caught in my wife’s arms, and between my hips. The poor thing was gasping for air, sucking in a breath but losing it when Dua pushed her back down to take my cock.
Between me surging up and Dua pushing her down, Gracie was always stuffed full. She was moaning like a whore. Our whore. And I loved it. Dua loved it.
After a few more rabbit strokes, I wrapped my arms around Gracie. I pulled her down on top of me, squishing her ample tits to my chest.
Gracie decided she was done playing dead. I just laid there and let her do the work, snapping her hips and grinding on me.
The repetitive slapping of her ass hitting my thighs was like a drum beat. The slick sucking sounds of her cunt trying to death-grip my cock was beautiful.
“Yes!” Dua hissed and slapped Gracie’s pretty face, bringing even more color to it.
It wasn’t a hard slap. More of a wake up, stay focused slap.
When the slap connected, I felt Gracie’s hot, wet tunnel grip me even harder. An extra flood of wetness doused my cock.
Gracie Abrams liked to be slapped.
Dua did it again, and I felt the same reaction.
I reached up and grabbed Gracie by the shoulders and flipped her over, her back on the mattress.
Her eyes were wide. She was probably shocked by how easily I had just man-handled her.
My cock stayed in her the whole time. If she had any doubts, I wiped them away by plunging back into her.
I braced myself on one arm and wrapped my free hand around her throat.
“Yes, Daddy! Choke me!” Her own hands went over mine, holding it there.
She groaned and gritted her teeth as I savagely fucked her, my wife watching from right over my shoulder.
“You’re fucking her so good, bebe. She’s so fucking wet. I bet she wants you to cum inside her so bad. She’s such a needy fucking cum slut, isn’t she?” Dua talked about her like it wasn’t even her decision where I came.
“MHMM!” Gracie confirmed, holding onto my wrists for dear life. “I want you to fill my pussy up for me, Daddy. Fill me up while Mommy watches!”
Dua slapped her again, and Gracie let out the neediest whimper I had ever heard. “You’re making too many demands. Open your stupid mouth.”
Gracie did as ordered at once. The second she did, both Dua and I spit in her mouth. As I kept fucking Gracie hard and fast, Dua stuck her fingers in Gracie’s mouth.
Dua smiled devilishly as Gracie wrapped her lips around the digits, sucking them and lapping at them as if they were a cock.
“Shit! I need to pull out,” I warned, reluctant to do so. My orgasm was coming up hard and fast, and I really didn’t want it to.
Gracie and Dua were so fucking beautiful, so ready for anything. And here was my stupid prick. Ready to give up already.
“Can he cum in me, Mommy? Please?” The need in her voice, in her eyes, was too much. I didn’t pull out fast enough.
My only hope was that Dua wouldn’t actually be mad. My load spilled into the other woman. A guttural groan clawed out of my throat as my balls emptied into Gracie.
Once I was done, I rolled off. My cock was a floppy messy. My eyes were on my wife’s, looking for her reaction.
“What a bloody mess you are.” Dua scolded her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
It was pretty obvious that I had nothing to fear when Dua put herself between Gracie’s legs and sucked my cream pie out of her.
I had never felt my dick get hard faster than when I watched my stunning wife lick my cum out of another angel’s used pussy.
When Dua was done, she didn’t wipe her mouth on her arm like I expected. Instead, she kissed her way up Gracie’s body and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
I watched with my cock in my hand as Gracie licked her juices and the second-hand residue of my cum from Dua’s face.
Dua had a hand between the two of them, touching the moaning girl whose hand was wrapped around my still sticky member.
“Today’s our last day of sharing. So, you better believe we plan to use all of it. Get this sexy ass in the shower. Now.”
“Yes, Mommy.” Gracie moaned and arched her back. Her hard tug on my cock made my eyes roll. “All three of us aren’t going to fit in the shower, though.” She pouted.
Dua giggled and turned to me. “Sweetheart, would you like to take a shower? After you watch Gracie and I shower?”
My wife carefully rolled to the side and on top of me. She kissed her way down my body like she had kissed up Gracie’s.
The two were so wonderfully mismatched. Like a sensual Yin-Yang. Gracie was still in her panties, with Dua still in her black bra. The straps were loose around her shoulders, ready to slide down at any time.
“You were so delicious; your cum inside Gracie. I wonder if she’ll taste just as good on your cock.” She kissed the tip and wrapped her lips around it.
Watching Dua felate just the top third of my length while Gracie kept pumping the base was a hell of a sight.
“Weren’t you two going to shower together?” I asked with a chuckle. “I know I’m hard again, but a bit more of a breather would be nice,” I admitted.
“See, I told you he’d like to watch.” Dua gloated after slipping her mouth off me. “Let’s go, bebe,” she said and stood up. Dua chose to hold Gracie’s hand that had just been wrapped around my cock seconds ago.
“I’m thinking after we shower, I can watch Fynn fuck you up against the shower wall, and then we’ll grab lunch?”
She asked it so casually I felt like the three of us had been doing this forever. My dick was going to need a cigarette once we said our goodbyes tomorrow morning, but I knew our time together was going to be historic.