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We Three 6

We Three 6/? {Redman} {MFF Rom oral}

(c) October 2000

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correct, any mistakes you may find. Comments and

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scenes about mature sexual situations. If it is

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We Three: Part 6

Eating dinner with my wife and Carol the first time

after we had made love was a unique experience. We

both made concessions to modesty, since Marjorie was

still in her sundress.

I retrieved Carol's light blue dress off the floor

after we went downstairs and helped her to put it on.

If one could call 'pressing my dick into the soft

globes of her ass and tenderly rubbing her nipples as

she slid the dress on' helping. She retrieved my brown

shorts and helped me put them on. If one could call

'grasping my erect penis firmly, protecting it as we

slowly zipped them up' helping.

She saw me as I reached down and picked up her powder-

blue panties. She saw me as I sniffed them once more

for memory sake, then stuffed them in my pockets.

There was no way I was going to give them up, even now

that I had tasted the real thing. I'm just a

sentimental guy at heart!

Sitting around the table eating, Carol and I both paid

so much attention to Marjorie and exhibited so much

concern for her feelings that eventually she demanded

that we stop. She made sure that we both understood

that she didn't feel left out or excluded.

After that, we all loosened up and began to enjoy a

new camaraderie of sorts. Marjorie and Carol had

always had a great friendship. Even from the beginning

they had hit it off almost immediately, as though they

were always meant to be friends. Their companionship

was so close, that even when we three were together,

there were moments when I had felt excluded.

Now, we began to develop a new relationship based on

the changing dynamic of our sexual experience. Their

friendship still seemed to be intact, in fact it

seemed to be even deeper now; but it had a different

layer added to it that somehow included me more

thoroughly.

It was Carol that took the lead in developing this new

friendship. They still shared their inside jokes from

work, but more often than not it was Carol that turned

to me and told the stories that explained them, that

brought me in so I could share the jokes with them.

But my experience with Carol around the table was not

just a newer friendship that we all shared. It was

also the flirtation and the longing glances of new

lovers that she and I shared with each other. I would

catch her looking at me or hear her sigh, and my heart

would race a little. I would touch her hand

purposefully as we both reached for something, and she

would blush.

And all of this was woven together and held in place

by my wife's good-natured acceptance of it all. She

would tease Carol when she would blush or make some

ribald comment about how vigorously I had fucked her.

It was Marjorie's love and affection for us both that

allowed any relationship at all between Carol and

myself. It was easy to see that if my wife had not

been who she was, Carol and I would never have been

able to share what we now had.

Toward the end, as Carol was finishing her steak, my

wife asked innocently, "So, did you get enough meat

today?"

Carol blushed at the allusion but replied gamely, "For

the moment yes, but I was hungry for so long, there's

no telling when I might need more. Is there's plenty

more where this came from?"

"Oh, I think the novelty of the situation might keep

us both well supplied for quite a while, don't you?"

"There certainly seems to still be an abundance,

Marj," Carol said with a grin. Then took the last

sliver of steak and chewed it sensuously. When she was

done, she looked at me hungrily and said, "You know

Marj, this steak was delicious and was certainly

filling, but I don't believe I've really tasted it

yet!"

"Oh, be careful what you ask for missy! He always

wants to be 'tasted' and that's never been my

particular cup of tea. You might be asking for more

than you can handle."

"I don't know, Marj. I've been served such small

portions for so long, now that I've seen a big meaty

steak, I just get hungry enough to eat it all the

time."

The girls laughed and they laughed. It was amusing,

but it wasn't as funny as they were making it to be.

Or perhaps what was not as funny was some little shift

in mannerisms and attitude that I seemed to detect in

Marjorie. I hadn't quite put my finger on it. But as I

thought about it, it had something to do with the way

she was talking about me as though I wasn't there

during their repartee. I wasn't certain why that

touched a nerve in me until it dawned on me; Marj's

mother did the same thing when we were together.

Marjorie's mother, Vivian, was a domineering woman who

tried to run everyone's life. Marj tried hard to be

the antithesis of her mother. When I first met her, I

almost got the sense that she had picked me just to

piss her mother off. They were always civil to one

another in my presence, but it was a strained

civility.

Thankfully I never got a chance to meet Marjorie's

father. Although Marj has never come right and said

so, it's my belief that the bastard probably sexually

abused his daughter. If he hadn't already been dead

when I met her, I would have wanted to kill him for

what he had done to her.

But he was dead now and his life insurance had only

increased the already substantial wealth of the

family. Her mother insisted on helping Marj out

occasionally with money, though I would have preferred

do with less. But, since I had never been wealthy, my

needs were much simpler than Marj's.

We ate dinner at Vivian's house infrequently. Whenever

we were there, her mother would invariably only speak

about me indirectly, as though I wasn't there.

"Does your husband still have that night job, dear?"

or "Is Roger still just taking two courses at school,

Marjorie? You know it will take him forever to

graduate like that."

It was a trait that at first I found particularly

annoying. Over time though, I had almost learn to

ignore it altogether.

So I think that was what was annoying me about the

conversation between Carol and Marj.

By then everyone had finished, so I picked up the

dishes while they talked and brought them into the

kitchen to clean. I guess Marj may have picked up on

my sudden funk, because soon she followed me into the

kitchen. We both heard Carol say she was going

upstairs to use the phone and see if Jim had ever

gotten home. Marj began to scratch my back in the way

she did to pacify me when I was upset.

"Anything wrong, baby?"

"No," I replied while looking to make sure Carol had

gone upstairs. "I was just suddenly worried about you

and me. I mean, I know things might be different now,

but you're the most important thing in the world to me

Marj. I don't want anything to fuck that up."

"Dear Roger, I still love you just as much. You

haven't done anything wrong. You're a good man and

you've made a good woman very happy. Two good women, I

might say. Most men would be pretty proud of that, you

know?"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it or that I don't

want it to continue..."

"I didn't think I was hearing that," Marj giggled.

"I'm just saying I still love you and I don't want

this to change the way you feel about me. Don't get

mad at me, but something about the way you were

talking in there almost reminded me of your mother. It

was spooky."

"Oh God, if you ever hear me talking like my mother,

wash my mouth out with soap, please!"

"No, it was probably just me. I love you so much,

Marj."

I pushed her against the counter and kissed her for as

long as she would let me. My hands wandered to touch

the sides of her hips and breasts. I nuzzled her neck

and kissed her ears in a way that I know she enjoys

and felt her put those familiar arms around me to draw

me in. Suddenly all my doubts and worries seemed

foolish as I felt my wife began to move rhythmically,

thrusting her pelvis back at me.

As I began to get hard again, the brown shorts began

to feel tight and constricting. We dry-humped each

other against the counter and it seemed like any other

Sunday evening with my wife again.

Then we both heard Carol coming down the stairs. I

pulled back a little, but Marj was having none of

that. She put her hands into the back pockets of my

shorts and ground herself into me even harder as Carol

walked into the kitchen.

"Uhhm, that looks delicious, please don't stop," she

said. It was all the encouragement either of us

needed.

Marj leaned over and licked my right nipple, the one

most visible to Carol. She was playing dirty, knowing

that I loved it when she did that, so I gave her ass a

healthy squeeze. Not to be outdone, she brought her

teeth to the same task and lightly bit me where she

knew she would get the biggest reaction. In a battle

of sexual tit-for-tat, I knew I was outgunned.

When she saw that I had surrendered to the sensations

she was causing, Marjorie leaned back with a Cheshire

cat grin. Then she turned slightly to include our now

intimate guest.

"So, are you staying or are you going?"

Watching our antics, I could see the hungry look in

Carol's eyes returning. I certainly hoped she would

stay, but it looked like either way there was still

fun to be had this evening.

"Jim's not home, or at least he's not answering. I was

wondering if I could stay until late, if that's OK

with you two?"

Marjorie looked at me, but I nodded in deferment to

her. It seemed best to let my wife set the times and

hours for our sexual liaisons.

"Why don't you stay the night!" she said suddenly,

surprising us all. "It wouldn't be the first time you

know and I'm sure Roger here would enjoy your company,

wouldn't you dear?"

I certainly couldn't think of a single reason why she

shouldn't stay.

"Yes, ah, why don't you stay Carol," I finally

stammered a little too eagerly, causing the girls to

giggle at my reaction.

"You can have him for the rest of the evening, but I

still have first dibs on him for breakfast. We have a

very special way of bringing in the dawn, don't we

dear."

"It's a great way to start the morning, yes. A real

eye-opener," I enthusiastically stated with a grin.

"So, what do you say dear?" my wife asked her best

friend. "Stay with us tonight. Treat yourself to

another helping."

"Well, I am feeling a little hungry all of the sudden,

watching you two. I think I'll stay."

Marj unsnapped my brown shorts and in a move

reminiscent of Carol's own earlier in the day, pulled

them apart so quickly that they unzipped suddenly. My

hard cock was abruptly released from its confines and

exposed for all to see.

"If you're still hungry, I'd say he's ready to eat

right now," she said.

"Right here? In the kitchen?" Carol asked, but the way

she said it was more a request for permission than an

objection.

"The floor's a bit cold," Marj suggested, "but if you

take that pretty blue dress off and kneel on it, that

shouldn't be a problem. What do you say Roger, would

you like to see our pretty friend all naked at your

feet?"

It was such a nasty suggestion, typically Marj!

Especially nasty because it was something that she

would have never done herself. And yes, from the

minute she said it, that was exactly what I wanted.

The image was seared in my brain: Carol, naked at my

feet with me running my penis in and out of her mouth.

"Yes dear, I think I'd like that. If you're willing,

Carol?"

Carol had a look in her eye that said that she was

still so horny we could have asked her to stand on her

head in the corner while I fucked her bellybutton and

she would have done it. In a very sexy and seductive

move, she began to gather the skirt of her dress. As

soon as we could see her lovely pussy, she began to

raise the dress slowly over her head. All the while

she was licking her lips and staring at my throbbing

erection.

When Marj released me, the brown shorts fell to the

floor. As soon as I had stepped out of them, I was

naked and ready. Carol tossed her dress on the floor

in a rumpled pile and kneeled down in front of me.

Every man has fantasies. I really had no desire to

dominate a woman. If anything, I'm a bit too passive

with women most of the time. I always want them to

take the lead, to steer me in a safe direction. That's

why Marj and I got along so famously. Marj felt

comfortable leading.

But every man longs to have a naked woman at his feet,

too. It's something instinctual, hardwired into our

reptilian brains. When Carol reached out and touched

me, it was heavenly. When she took me in her mouth, it

was... it was... God, it was so amazing that there

were no words that could describe it.

I wasn't thinking in words anyway; there were only

sensations, pictures and erotic images that I would

keep and replay forever. Gorgeous Carol ran her sweet

tongue along the underside of my stiff erection and

then reached forward to massage my balls with one of

her hands. She pulled her head back and took the head

of my cock in her mouth, engulfing a bit of it with a

short, forward lunge. I could feel her lips close

halfway down my shaft and it felt marvelous.

She brought her other hand to bear and began to pump

the exposed portion of my shaft vigorously. She drew

back and began to circle the head of my cock with her

pretty tongue.

I was already very close to cumming. It was not that

what she had done was all that tactilely stimulating.

But seeing her do it; seeing my cock coming out of

that beautiful mouth that I already loved to kiss,

seeing her naked before me, seeing her breast making

little circles as her hand continued to pump me; all

of this came very close to sending me over the edge.

Frankly, I had forgotten all about Marjorie. My

universe had narrowed to one beautiful woman and her

beautifully sexy mouth.

And then, my wife lightly began to stroke my bottom!

It took Carol just a moment to realize why I was

thrusting so sharply at her with my prick. But when

she saw what was happening, she renewed her own

efforts, even increased them. She engulfed me further

as Marj began to push my hips forward and then pull

then back, setting up a gently fucking motion. I was

straining to hold back, but when I felt Marj slip a

finger between my clenched buttocks, I lost control.

I blasted into Carol's mouth. It was embarrassing to

have cum so quickly, without even warning her, but

Carol only responded with more enthusiasm. She sucked

me, gathering my love in her mouth, feasting on the

meager offering I had from a long day of fucking. God,

what a wonderful woman! Taking me in, eating me with

such eagerness, such hunger!

As I reached down and pulled her up, I swore that

whatever she wanted from me, whatever special gifts I

had to give her, she would have. As I pulled her into

me, I felt her warm body and her slender form mold

itself to me. She was wonderful to hold; a perfect

fit!

I ran my hand over her side, brushing past that small,

perfect breast and ending at her slender throat. With

my thumb and forefinger on either side of her jaw, I

turned her face toward mine. Her large, blue eyes

glistened with lust and love. Hopefully, she saw that

same lust and love in mine.

And I kissed her, warmly and intimately on her

beautiful mouth!