I can't tell you how good the sensation of having two girls' lips and tongues swirling and sliding around the head of your cock is. If you haven't experienced it, you should move heaven and earth to make it happen. And ladies, if you really want to please your man, I recommend a double blow-job above everything else.
How was I lucky enough to have this happen to me, I hear you ask? Well, it all started back last summer... (Cue strumming harp music...)
You may remember from my last story when my beautiful Rachel turned into a hot wife, surprising me with her sudden surge in sexual energy and passion. It was when we introduced my work colleague Chris into our bedroom, a night I'll remember until I wither and die. In case you didn't read it, my name is Steve, and I'm one of the luckiest guys around!
We've repeated our sexy evenings with Chris a few times since that first unforgettable liaison. Every time has been a little different but just as horny and full-on. Rachel continues to amaze me and I think I love her now more than I ever have.
Once a year, Rachel meets up with her old school friend Emma. They usually go out for dinner, catch up on their news and reminisce about the old days, and probably boyfriends past.
This year, I was going out for the evening on the day Rach had arranged to meet with Emma and as we didn't want to use up our baby-sitting tokens with her Mum, she decided to ask Emma over to ours.
She arrived about 6.30, just as I was leaving, but I stayed long enough to be polite and exchange pleasantries with Emma. Oh, did I mention Emma is gorgeous? I think Rach was always a little bit envious of Emma's looks, not that she had reason to be. But Emma has the kind of face and body that men can't help but stare at, myself included.
She's quite tall at 5 foot 8, has long, flowing dark hair and pale skin which she always contrasts with bright red lipstick. She also has a fabulous figure with full breasts, slim waist and awesome hips that wiggle very invitingly when she walks. She had been married, but got divorced just over a year ago. I'm not sure what kind of guy could get bored waking up next to her every day, but I guess it takes all sorts.
I made my excuses and left the two of them alone, making sure I glanced back as Emma followed Rachel into the kitchen. Her hips were swaying perfectly; did she know I was looking? Of course she did!
My evening was with a client and he was the type that always liked to end the evening in a strip bar. I'd told Rachel about this and she was cool. "Look but don't touch!" she'd said.
That was fine with me. I don't mind strip joints, I mean what's not to like? Great looking girls flirting with you, making you feel a million dollars as long as you suspend your disbelief and realise they are trying to get the dollars out of your own wallet. Thank God for expenses!
The downside of these places is that they get you horny and if you don't have a sex goddess to go to home to, as I do (I told you I was lucky!) then the evening ends in frustration and a frantic jerk off before falling asleep.
I got home just after midnight, not expecting Rachel to be awake, so I was happy to see her reading her iPad in bed when I entered the bedroom.
"How was it, Honey, did you get lucky?" she asked, wickedly.
"Oh yeah, I did -- I got home and you were awake!" I replied, ever-so-slightly sarcastically.
"That's the correct answer!" she said and eased back the duvet to reveal she was completely naked.
She put the iPad down and beckoned me to the bed. I had already showered downstairs before I came up so as not to wake Rach if she'd been asleep, so I let the big towel that I had wrapped around me fall to the floor, dropped my pile of dirty clothes on top of it and slid into the warm bed next to her.
She smelt gorgeous, as always and I was glad I was fresh and clean as well. She kissed me passionately and asked me about the hot girls who'd danced for me earlier in the evening.
This had been the first time I'd been dragged to such an establishment since Rachel's sexual reawakening six months earlier. Before Chris entered our lives, she didn't want to talk about strippers and other girls, even though I was always upfront telling her where I'd been. But tonight was different.
She asked me how many dances I'd had, what the girls were like, did I have a favourite and would I take her there one day! Wow, the change in Rachel continues to amaze and delight me. I promised I would and reassured her she wouldn't be the only wife or girlfriend in the club.
Then, changing the subject, she said "Wanna hear about my evening?"
"Sure," I replied. "How has Emma been? Any new guys on the horizon?"
"Funny you should ask," said Rachel. "There is one she fancies and wants to get close to. And you'll never guess who it is!"
I was puzzled. Emma lived in Edinburgh, 400 miles away from us. How could I know who she was after?
"No, you're right, I can't guess." I said, as I started to trace my finger over Rachel's shoulders.
"Ooh, that feels nice," she said. "But the guy she wants to get to know is Chris!"
"Our Chris?" I asked, not hiding my surprise.
Rachel giggled. "Well," she continued, "I might just have mentioned that we'd, um, you know, got friendly with him..."
Why did my cock start to stiffen when she said this? We'd agreed not to tell a soul, but I guess Rach figured with Emma living so far away, it wouldn't matter. Plus, I should know by now, girls tell each other everything!
"Wow, how did she take it?" I asked.
"She said, and I quote, 'You lucky fucking cow!'" said Rachel, laughing. "She asked me if I wasn't content with one hot guy and I needed another?"
Hmm, Emma thinks I'm hot, does she? I was genuinely surprised to hear this and my cock twitched again. This time, Rachel felt it move against her leg, shook her head in mock annoyance, then moved her hand down and started gently stroking me.
"Yeah, she sounded really envious and asked me to tell her more about Chris" said Rach. "I told her he's really nice as well as being a bloody good fuck!"
Well, I couldn't deny that, could I?
"So, how is she going to meet him? Is she staying down for a while?" I asked, absent-mindedly stroking the inside of Rachel's thigh as she continued to stroke my now very hard cock.
"Promise you won't be cross?" Rachel asked me. I nodded as I slipped a finger into her moist pussy. She shuddered and continued "Well, she's coming back over here tomorrow for lunch and she asked if maybe you could get the afternoon off?"
Oh my God, was I hearing this right? Was she suggesting a threesome with Rachel and me? My cock started to throb as Rach stroked it a bit harder. I now had two fingers sliding in and out of her wet snatch.