Second part of a series, appropriately sandwiched between the events of The Night Before and The Morning After. Starts with MF, then MMF, before ending with a good dose of MM. Enjoy x
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Lucille propped herself up onto one arm. Naked, her long, dark hair hung over her full breasts, the duvet covering her from the waist down. She reached across to her husband Mike, stroked his bare shoulder and whispered, "You awake?"
Mike moaned softly in response.
Lucille nudged closer into her husband. Her warm skin flush against his as she eased her slender arm over and down his chest to the tops of his thighs.
Mike inhaled sharply as his wife's fingers glanced, then stroked, then wrapped themselves around his hardening cock. He turned his head round, bleary eyes opening. His soft smile. "Hey."
"Hey. Been thinking about last night?" Lucille teased, squeezing his dick and pulling the skin down tight to his balls. "Or dreaming about tonight?"
"Bit of both," he said, turning his body to face his wife, his naked hardness against hers, his arm embracing and pressing her into him, his hand gliding up and down her back. Hers along his. The delicious sensation of his erection against the hot skin of her belly. That heat between her legs radiating into him. Him into her.
Intense memories of the night before washed over them. Of Lucille standing in their doorway, silhouetted, as she returned freshly fucked from her hotel encounter with another man. Of cum dripping down the inside of her legs as she crossed the room. Of her recounting the passionate coupling with Robby in the lift that precipitated everything. Of her kneeing above Mike, hovering over his face, fully exposed and on show. Of Mike's ripe cock ploughing into her swollen, soaking pussy as he reclaimed his wife and fell in love with her again and again and again. Or Robby's late night text and the promise of a threesome tonight.
Fuelled by last night's memories and the feeling of her hot body against him now, Mike emerged from his slumber. He lifted his head slightly and kissed his wife. He started with a nibble of her lip. A soft, light kiss on the lips until she opened her mouth to his searching tongue, and as the passion built she moved her free arm to caress the cheek of his face.
With her lips tingling, Lucille rolled back pulling Mike onto her. She opened her legs to him and felt him press against her slick, wet slit. He slid in easily. Both still kissing. Faces flush as each of them pulled the other ever closer to them. Both gripping, grappling, ever firmer, as if easing off would suddenly end this blissful beginning to the day.
Mike lay in her, barely moving. Tensing his glutes, he made small movements that ground against her clitoris. Lucille's sigh ebbed, flowed, grew. She began to moan, pulsing her hips in time with Mike's slow rock. His firm hardness pressing down and inside her.
She moaned silently in his ear.
Lucille's hands felt along his solid back, stroked his ass, sought to pull him ever deeper into her as she opened her legs further apart, bringing her knees up level with her shoulders. He felt her squeeze; a deep, warm pressure on his cock.
Mike arched his back and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her legs. Pinning her down in this most vulnerable and open position, he kissed her neck and face and lips and pushed his tongue into her as he held her down and began to slowly plunge in and out of her hot, wet vagina.
Lucille's placed her hand on the nape of his neck. He moved his head down. Sucked on her hardened nipples, kissed the soft flesh around them, held them firm in his grasp as he tongued and nibbled and kissed her brown, rippled areoles.
She moaned louder, and ground against the base of his cock, putting pressure on her clit by clamping herself around him.
Before long she felt the erotic urgency bloom inside her, that beautiful build-up as the first gentle waves of orgasm lapped within her and then that delicious glow, like a quick-fire sunrise, burst all over her as she came and came and Mike thrust harder into her and she felt his solid dick throb deep within her and he buried his head in the side of her neck, grunting as he exploded, spasming, leaking, and the pair of them lay like that, catching their breath, until Mike said at last, "I love you," and slid off and out of his wife who replied, "I love you too."
Later, but still in bed, it was Lucille who broke the silence.
"You OK?"
"Yes. You?"
"Yes. Very. Are we OK?"
"Definitely."
After a while, Mike asked with as much nonchalance as he could muster, "Did he text back?"
Lucille smiled, knowingly. She reached over and checked her phone. Her long back and round ass revealed as the covers fell away from her.
"He asks if we fancy dinner. His shout."
"I like the sound of that."
"I bet you do, husband."
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Later that morning, after they'd had a long soak and got dressed, Mike and Lucille sat in the dining kitchen of their rented flat. One of six apartments on the seventh floor on a nine-storey block overlooking the harbour. The views were beautiful, but the block - one of three - was soulless. Although they'd made their mark and the apartment felt theirs, they were anonymous here with so many of the other flats leased out as Airbnbs or short-term lets. After three months here they still didn't know any of their neighbours beyond a nod and a smile. People stayed a few days or weeks, then were gone. That seemed to be the way of it. This was for them also a short-term thing while Lucille completed a piece of consultancy for her engineering firm. Mike could work anywhere - he ran a digital agency from his laptop.
Perhaps their anonymity had freed them,
mulled Mike. Would they have taken these sexual fantasies, long the preserve of their bedroom, into the real world if they'd moved into a busy, bustling street with a strong sense of community, much like the one they'd left to come here? Mike wasn't sure, though the timing felt right. These were deep and long-held desires and shared fantasies being explored, and he got the sense of a change in Lucille, as if she was shedding a part of herself, was opening up, and becoming a truer version of herself. He thought, too, about his own desires and wants and how tonight might see those played out.
Lucille leant across the granite island and slowly spun her cup of coffee around. Mike watched her for a few moments, before he came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and asked, "Hey, you ok? You look pensive."
Lucille did a big inhale and smiled lovingly up at her husband. "Last night was intense and amazing, and I'm still tingling."
"But?"
"Oh, a mix of feelings. I'm scared you'll get jealous. Or that you'll be angry with me for enjoying it. Or you'll stop loving me or something. I feel I've been unfaithful, but, well, I haven't have I? I'm conflicted, I guess."
Mike turned his wife round, gently lifted her face up to look at him.
"Lucille, I love you. Always will. You know that. And last night was fucking insane. You were so, so sexy. So hot. I didn't think I could love you more but I do. I've never felt so hard. Ever. But I understand your reservations. I'd be lying if I didn't have my own."
Lucille's eyebrows raised questioningly.
"Yes, I can't help be a bit jealous. That you fucked another man. That he fucked you. That you came.
"That you enjoyed it.
"I know we'd talked it though, played it out, fantasised it, but still ... In the night I got a bit freaked out that you'd fall in love with him and leave me."
Lucille shook her head. "No. Never."
"But then I think about you standing in that doorway, or crouching over me and, you know, his cum all over you, the thought of you riding him in that hotel room, of you on all fours and, and I get so turned on. Even saying it now is getting me hard!"
Lucille reached her hand down to feel her husband's swelling bulge. Grinned.
