Fun becomes tempered by reality. Jon and Jess hook up with another couple.
There is MFMF group sex and while the other man is interested in Jon, there is no MM sex, if that worries you. Nonetheless, Jon's limits are tested. There is a bit of FF sex; funny, that never seems to bother anyone.
Thanks to LarryInSeattle.
Enjoy. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
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James wakes to the feel of his wife's hand on his cock. He's vaguely aware that he's hung over.
"Um, Gloria, what are..."
She throws the covers back and tugs at his briefs, freeing his cock. He forgets about his headache as his wife's mouth engulfs his cock. He sighs and settles back. He's forgotten how good Gloria is, was, at sucking his cock. He runs the fingers of one hand through her hair as her mouth rises and falls over his cock. When his cock is wet enough, slick enough, she strokes him with her hand. He thrusts into her mouth. She stops, holding her hand just behind his crown and keeping her lips tight; his thrusts become more insistent. They haven't made love in weeks. His output is prodigious but Gloria keeps her mouth over his cock and swallows. She twirls around in bed and straddles him. She pulls the crotch of her panties to one side. "Fuck me, Jim, before you get soft, fuck me." She steadies his cock and lowers herself until she's sitting on his legs. She moves her pelvis back and forth, rubbing her clit with two fingers. He reaches up and cups her face, urges her to lean over him. "But, Jim, you came in my mouth." He nods, smiles. "Baby, I haven't brushed my teeth yet, you're getting the short end of the stick." She kisses him, tentatively at first, then with more heat as his tongue probes her mouth. She cums gasping around the tongue in her mouth.
"I've missed this," she whispers.
"So, have I, my love. So, have I."
***
"Listen," Jess whispers.
"Mm-wha-hmm," Jon, still mostly asleep replies. "What?" he whines when Jess hits him on the shoulder.
"Listen." She's kneeling in the bed, with her ear close to the wall. Jon doesn't need to move. He only needs to listen. There's no mistaking the sighs and grunts coming from the next room.
Jess holds out her hand. They high-five each other. Jon looks up at his sister and the smile fades from his face. He scoots and swivels until his head is beside her thigh. He pulls at it. She understands. She moves and his head is between her legs. She steadies herself by leaning against the wall as she lowers her pussy onto his waiting mouth.
He can taste his cum, still in her pussy, even after eating her out last night. He thinks it's his cum. Has his brain lost track of the taste of his cum versus the taste of Jess' cunt? He hopes so, that would mean the sensations are thoroughly intermingled in his mind. He opens his mouth and sucks as much of her pussy into it as he can. He probes deep with his tongue, wondering if he can touch her cervix. No, he discovers, he can't but her taste is more intense. Her thighs press against his cheeks. He can't breathe. He lifts her ass with his hand and inhales deeply. He tilts his head and pulls her pussy back to his mouth. He probes the gaps between her labia, sucking them into his mouth. He rubs the tip of his nose over her clit, making her gasp. He hears a soft thunking sound as her head hits the wall. He moves his head, sucks her clit between his lips and runs his tongue around and over it. He nips at it with his teeth, tugging.
"Oh, fuck, don't stop. Jesus, Jon, please don't stop," she moans and starts to bounce on his face. Her thighs clench rhythmically. She goes loose and collapses onto his face. He lifts her slightly and slides from under her, purposely dragging his nose through her slit. He turns and rubs his wet cheeks and nose into her ass crack. He presses his tongue against the hard circle of her asshole.
She gasps, puts a hand back, and presses against his shoulder. "No, Jon, not that, not now. I can't take that, not this morning."
She moves to lie along his right side. He lifts his arm so she can snuggle close and rest her head on his chest. She watches his cock as she jerks him off, watches the strands of precum stretch to his heaving belly, watches the way the head of his cock turns purple when she pulls her hand forward, squeezing. And she watches when clear-whitish streamers fly from his cock to cover his chest and belly with lines of jizz.
She keeps stroking him, causing him to whimper helplessly, while she sucks cum off his sweaty body. She leans over him. He starts to rise up to meet her mouth. She pulls back, shakes her head. He looks confused. She presses one finger to his chin. He opens his mouth. She opens hers. His cum slides from her tongue in a single large dollop, it dangles for a moment, then falls. He closes his mouth. Groans. Swallows. Only then do they kiss.
***
In the adjoining room, their parents are also kissing and trying to ignore the sounds they're hearing through the wall.
They talk. They make it past the stage of saying "I'm sorry", over and over and move on to addressing the amazing number of ways they've managed to misunderstand and misread each other over the past two and-a-half decades. As the light grows brighter and the sounds of people making their way to the beach grow louder, talking is replaced by touching. James rolls atop his wife. She opens her legs and he rests there, supporting himself on his elbows and knees. His cock brushes against her pussy. He kisses his way down her neck. He kisses her breasts, missing the way they looked before the surgery.
"I hate them. They're ugly," Gloria whispers. He can hear tears in her voice. "You don't have to kiss my breasts. I..."
"Shush, sweetheart. They're not ugly, they're just not you. When we get home, we can find someone to take out the implants, if that's what you want."
"Is that possible?"
"It must be, don't you imagine? We'll find out. If that's what you want." James decides actions speak louder than words. He kisses his way down her cleavage. Kisses her nipples, teases them with his tongue. He knows there is less sensation since the surgery. "I'm not hurting you am I, sweetheart?" She shakes her head, smiles, and pats his cheek. "No, James, you're not hurting me. Make love to me?"
"That's the idea," he teases her with a grin. She reaches between their bodies and guides him to her pussy. He enters her slowly, relishing the feel of her pussy molding itself around his cock. She caresses his back with her fingertips and nails, making him shiver. When his pace increases, she pulls him closer by wrapping her legs around his ass. He cums quietly, never changing the pace of his thrusts. He stops. He kisses her neck and breasts as his cock softens and slips out of her. He knows she hasn't cum. He doesn't ask, as he would have as a younger man. He'd discovered that women, or at least Gloria, feel put upon by the question, being forced to feel she must explain that she doesn't hold it against him; feeling she had to explain, over and over, that it felt wonderful having him inside her, she didn't need to have an orgasm for it to feel good. So, he doesn't ask. He kisses his way down her belly. Like kissing her after she's given him head, this is something else he's never done, heard of, but never done.
"James?"
He reaches and puts his fingers over her lips. She kisses the tips and relaxes.
When his mouth covers her sex, she sighs. When his tongue explores her, she grasps at his hair. He discovers he's so lost in giving her pleasure that he has little awareness that her pussy is filled with his cum. Her orgasm is a slow-motion earthquake, its epicenter just behind her clit. She feels her orgasm roll out of her pussy to her belly, her legs, her chest. Her body tenses, pressing hard against the tongue and lips tormenting her. Reaching the top of her head, the tips of her fingers and the tips of her toes, her orgasm arcs from her body. Gloria is certain the light in the room flares brighter. She collapses into the bed, able to do nothing except pant for breath.
James kisses the inside of her thighs, watching her clit twitch. He knows she's too sensitive to tolerate his touch, so he blows his breath over her clit. Even that elicits a gasp as her fingers clench in his hair.
***
"Holy cats, they're as bad as us," Jess whispers, as the last of her mother's gasps fade. She lies tangled with Jon and the sheets. They'd fallen back asleep after their wake-up tryst. The sounds from next door woke them. Jess rolls away and puts her hand between her legs. "That made me wet." She holds her hand up. Her fingers glow in the mid-morning light. Jon takes her hand and pulls it to his mouth. He sucks at her fingers. His cock is hard. Jess finds him with her hand. "Mmm, you feel amazing in my hand," she mutters against his chest. She turns and puts her nose in his armpit and inhales. "You smell good. I mean
