Two Against One

Pixie Face came over last night for our third date. She sent me a text earlier in the week saying how excited and nervous she was, and I told her that I was excited and nervous too, of course I was because I’m always nervous about new things. We also knew that this would be the night where we took things to the next level, we were going to have some sexy fun! My husband spent the day smoking several types of meat and making a huge pot of delicious Brunswick Stew, and I spent the day cleaning and perfecting the house. We expected her around six and had plenty of time to get ready and relax before she arrived.

She has a knack for arriving exactly on time and with an air of casualness that I so admire. She didn’t have a speck of makeup on her perfectly smooth face, she strolled in wearing jeans, a t-shirt and running shoes, the dogs didn’t even bark when she knocked on the back door. I, on the other hand, spent a great deal of time thinking about what I would wear, down to the matching black lace panties and bralette and just enough makeup to appear like I didn’t try too hard. It’s silly because I know that she doesn’t care about these things, but it helps me to feel right. Like her, my husband doesn’t worry about what to wear or how he looks, he always exudes an effortless handsomeness in a black t-shirt and jeans, his long curly hair tucked behind his ears. He did find some time to trim his beard though!

We put on some music, stoked the fire in the dining room, popped some champagne and sat down to a really nice dinner with pleasant easy conversation. But, we all know what we are here for, and the anticipation and the sexual tension is hanging there over the table as we sop our stew with cornbread. I certainly can hardly think of anything else as I stare at her perfect snaggletooth smile across table, I imagine all the dirty things that mouth will hopefully do in a few moments time. I’m quite confident that he had similar images distracting his thoughts as well.

There’s always that awkward moment when it’s time to transition from clothed to unclothed, from just hanging out to rolling around naked in a writhing pile of need on the bed. There’s the question of how will this go, will there be sexual chemistry or will it be weird? I worry too much! The whole evening was perfectly fluid, it felt natural and smooth.

I remember the night in a series of snapshots, some hazy around the edges as I wrestle with the desire that takes over my mind, and I suppose almost six hours of sexiness will create a little confusion.

We stand in the bedroom, laughing as we undress, pulling each others clothes off, he reclined on the bed watching us. We start slowly with kisses, light touches brushed over nipples, Sir’s rough hands a stark contrast to our soft girly hands. I pull down her panties, silky rainbow stripes, revealing a large thatch of meticulously trimmed hair above her pussy, her inner labia blooming between small lips, inviting a kiss, a lick, her scent is delicate. I delay for a moment, tracing my way up the velvety skin of her thigh with my lips while he kisses her mouth, the room is filled with the sound of smacking and sucking, moans and sighs. I gently run my fingers along her slit and find that she is already slick, I feel his hand in my hair as I lean in to lick her, starting softly at first until she opens her legs wider, inviting me to go harder. I pull her into my mouth and feel her press into me as my fingers find their way into her depths, she pulses and clenches around me. I look up to see that his cock is ready for some attention, so I move over and take him into my mouth, the balance of three requires constant shuffling.

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She moves down my body and pries my legs open with her hands, using her fingertips to open me to her. I buck into her as she softly, so softly, licks at my clit. She quickens her pace and inserts two fingers easily inside me, fucking me with the same tempo as her tongue as I keep pace on my husband’s cock. I come, a quiet orgasm that leaves me feeling sleepy but wanting more, more intensity, more fire.

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He pulls her to the edge of the bed by her thighs, fingers digging into her pale flesh, then warms a glass dildo between his palms before pushing it inside her. She gasps at the new sensation as the still cold glass fills her, and then she rears her head back, nuzzling into my face as he works her pussy with his mouth. He is good at this, I know very well how it feels, his long beard tickling the inside of her thighs, his noisy licks and sucks provide the perfect amount of pressure. She writhes and pants under his ministrations, pulling me closer to her, grasping my head, pushing herself into my breasts. It’s so fucking sexy to watch her lose it, to witness her in the realest of moments. She squeezes me hard as she comes and I feel the heat rise once more between my own legs.

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She says she wants to watch us fuck, that she’s never watched a couple before and how hot it would be. She holds my hands, pulling my arms towards her, stretching me as he bends me over the edge of the bed, her gaze intent on us as he drills into me. I’m lost and I’m loud, and the feeling of her grabbing me is driving me crazy in the best of ways. He pulls out and comes in her mouth, spilling some onto the covers.

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He’s fucking me again, on my back at the edge of the bed, my ankles gripped in his hands, chained clamps attached to my nipples. She’s sitting on my face grinding into me, pulling the chain like a handle as I suck her clit into my mouth, loving the beautiful pain she’s giving me. She’s bucking and moaning, and he’s deep and grunting, and I’m caught between the two, a ragdoll fucktoy happily at their mercy. He comes inside of me, and she leans over, her body weight pressing me into the mattress as she eats his come out of me. My eyes roll back in my head, the pure naughtiness and pleasure overtaking my mind. I’m hazy and horny, and the squelching sound as she sucks and licks my soaking cunt is pounding in my ears. She turns around and kisses me, the taste of him on her tongue and I don’t think that this could be any better.

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She’s ready for more, so I ask my husband if we can go play with my wand. She’s never experienced one before, and I’m itching to watch her face as she feels it for the first time, I’m excited to be the one to make her come. I push her down onto the bed and open her legs. We giggle as I ease it up her body, first the bottom of her foot, then her inner thigh, I skip up to her nipples, very lightly hovering it over her hardened tips. Softly, I press it to her clit, just barely allowing the rumbling head to tickle her, before I push it against her, grinning down at her euphoric face as she arches her back, laughing and groaning at the same time. She comes for me, looking a little astonished at how quickly it happened. She pushes me over onto my back and straddles me, pressing her pussy into my belly and leaving a wet spot on my skin. Her pixie face has become wicked. She teases me with the wand, reaching behind her and shoving it between my open legs before moving it back between her own, smearing the wet spot on my stomach as she sits on it, the vibrations move through my whole body making me yearn for her to put it back on my clit. I whine and thrash my head about. She laughs at me, chiding me. Did you think I was going to let you come that easy? I know he is there now watching, probably enjoying my frustration as much as she is, like they’re colluding against me, two against one. How does she already know how to push all of my buttons? She continues to taunt me, edging me, I’m a vibrating, pulsing mess of need, begging for release. Finally, she gives me what I so badly crave, and I crash underneath her, screaming and clutching, violent waves overtaking me, my mind gone fuzzy and dark. She laughs again. That was an orgasm! 

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When we finally sleep, she curls into my arms, soft and small. In the morning, I wake to her snaggletooth smile and a cock needing attention. She sleepily watches as I suck him, the taste and smell of sex lingering on his skin, conjuring memories of last night as he feeds me his come.