Her face was beautiful, flushed and just a little sweaty and her attention was focused inward on her pleasure as she rose and fell, straddling me and sliding my cock in and out of her swollen pussy as we made wet, squelching noises as I entered her. Her pregnant belly was covered with beads of sweat, and her swollen breasts leaked a few droplets as they bobbed up and down, mixing with the sweat on her belly and my chest.
I reached up and gently smeared the fluid from her breasts on her nipples and very carefully ran my fingers around the edges of the hard nubs. She responded by driving herself down on me and as I reached up and cradled her face, slipping my damp fingers into her mouth, she sucked them and began to moan.
As she moaned louder, I ran my fingers through her long black hair, and then caressed her breasts, feeling their tautness, and tracing at the pale veins that were prominent just under the tight skin and then I drove my hips upward to meet her, driving myself deeper into her pussy, feeling the swollen cervix against the tip of my cock and the very different, more viscous lubrication of her pregnancy-changed fluids.
That triggered her, and she grunted and shoved herself down on me and began to wail "oooooHooooo OOOHOOOOOOHHH" and came, clenching hard around my cock and dribbling from her breasts onto my chest. As she finished with small random contractions, I started to come and arched my back and felt my come shoot into her one jet at a time, driving upward with each contraction, feeling my come mix with her fluids and soaking us both. I pulled her to me as we both gasped and we managed to crane our necks together and kiss.
Suddenly I felt my wife's tongue on my balls, and slowly pulled out so that she could lick me clean, and I wondered if the woman on top of me was going to be able to get licked to another orgasm.
Her husband, and her baby's father, was across the room watching us fuck and being sucked by the hostess. It wasn't quite New Years' yet, and I'd just met them about four hours ago.
When Gail and I first started going out, we told each other a lot about our romantic and sexual histories. At first it was kind of confessing, and then as we understood that each of us had open minds (and a certain moral flexibility...), they became erotically charged and a part of foreplay.
She had been involved with three couples over the last few years; one of them for quite some time, although the wife broke off with her emotionally and sexually after a bit – something that hurt Gail – while she and the husband carried on what amounted to an affair that the wife sanctioned. The three of them would have dinner or go to the movies, and then Gail would stay over and fuck Daniel, the husband, in the guest room of their home, while Sarah, the wife, went to bed in their room.
Even by my standards, that seemed a bit odd, so when Gail explained that she & Daniel had finally begun to be uncomfortable and stopped seeing each other, I understood.
But they stayed in touch, and when Gail announced to the world in November that she and I were an item, they must have decided they wanted to reopen the friendship – or just check me out – and invited us to a New Year's eve dinner at their home in Walnut Creek.
I thought we had better invitations, but Gail really wanted to go, so – as has proved out throughout our relationship – I willingly gave in and she got her way.
I still didn't have a car, so Gail drove. She'd dressed up a bit; a flashy skirt and a stretchy top accentuated her slender waist and small breasts. I wore 'grad student dress-up' a blazer, white shirt, and chinos. I'd thought about wearing my tux, but that seemed excessive.
We pulled up to their suburban home about 8pm. Gail was bouncy, excited and a bit nervous.
Sarah opened the door and greeted us. She was Gail's size – maybe 5'-3" and slender, but Anglo-Irish looking to Gail's Japanese. She was wearing a billowing top over white slacks, and she greeted Gail warmly, pulling her in for a tight embrace which made me smile, and then took my hand and gave me a bro hug which I thought was kind of funny.
She kissed my check and whispered "Gail seems so happy!" into my ear.
I pulled back and smiled and told her "So am I! She's very happy to see you – it's so nice to reconnect with old friends, isn't it?" I looked at her face, narrow, intelligent, with a middle-aged outdoorswoman's first beginnings of smile lines and coarsening skin. Her eyes were a hazel that was almost gold, and were the kind that made it clear you were being seen – that someone was home.
Gail walked ahead of us into the house and hugged a tall heavyset man who I assumed was Daniel. Sarah took my arm as we walked in together.
"What did Gail tell you about us?" She looked at me neutrally.
I thought for a second. "That the three of you used to fuck, and that you broke it off, but she kept having sex with Daniel with your approval." I looked back at her, poker-faced.
She smiled "That didn't bother you?"
