Honeymoon Threesome

"You want it, don't you?"

"So bad, you have no idea. Hubby, may I?" She was now thrusting back to meet me.

"What do you want it for?"

"To peel back the foreskin with my mouth. To feel it grow against the back of my throat. Please hubby, may I?"

"No. You may not touch it, until I'm done with you."

Marie groaned, and came one more time. Obeying my order, she avoided touching his dick, and buried her face in the bed instead. Not long after, I came and filled my wife's pussy, triggering another orgasm for her. I pulled out, leaving her sweaty and shaking on the bed.

"Now, you may."

"OK," I repeated the message for Jack, giving him another thumbs-up.

IX.

I took the time to visit the fridge. and after taking stock, decided on the carton of OJ, a mini bottle of vodka, and a bottle of Red Bull. I made 2 glasses of screwdriver, with a caffeine kick. Topped both glasses with ice cubes.

Returning to the bed, I found my wife going down on Jack's shaft. I offered her a glass. She sat up to accept it, unveiling his now impressive length.

"Thank you," she said, taking sips from the glass with her right hand, and keeping her other hand gripping the base of his cock.

She placed the glass, still half full, on the nightstand. Then, she made a show of fishing two ice cubes and placing them in her mouth. I knew where this was going.

Marie looked at me, blew a kiss, and silently mouthed "I love you," before taking Jack's entire length back in her mouth. Without moving her head, she swirled the ice and dick cocktail in her mouth.

This didn't last too long, as she wanted to keep him just keen enough for the main event, and away from cumming.

Marie stopped blowing him, and lay on her side facing me. Her head on the pillow, her body naturally curling to a fetal position.

Taking a sip of my drink, I leaned forward, my face barely a meter from my wife. Her face was full of lust. In the background, I saw Jack unwrapping a strawberry-flavored condom he had cached between the sheets. With a well-practiced movement, he sheathed his cock and spooned Marie, his face hidden from me, his hand on her hip.

Marie and I locked gazes. Neither of us said a word. We knew we were going to cross yet another line in our relationship, adding to the many we've already crossed tonight. When her eyes rolled, and her lips involuntarily parted, I knew it had happened.

Jack wasted no time and started thrusting. Within moments, his grunts and her moans filled the room. My gaze shifted from my wife's face, and crawled down her body. Her shoulder, still with the satin sheen of massage oil. Her nipples, swaying in sync with his humping. And yet, with her thighs closed, the only indirect evidence of their coupling, is the metronomic slapping of his hips against her thighs.

"Show me," I demanded.

With deliberate slowness, Marie parted her thighs, displaying her bald pubes, her wet engorged clit sitting proud. And just behind that, the alien cock now penetrating and pleasuring my bride. Her labia helpless to resist his thrusts, yet clinging on to his sheathed phallus on its way out. My cum leaked out of her pussy, trailing across her inner thigh.

It took barely a minute for Marie to moan even louder, a prelude to her orgasm. Jack draped his left arm across her shoulder from behind, adding leverage to the hand already on her hip. Without skipping a beat, he started thrusting harder. She gasped for breath, her left hand gripping the sheet, her right hand playing with her clit.

Marie came almost instantly, thrusting her hips back to meet his. As she crossed the peak, she stopped rubbing her clit, and her thrusting slowed and stopped. But Jack didn't slow down and kept pounding her from behind.

An unfamiliar cocktail of familiar feelings started in me. Arousal and jealousy, obviously. Envy, because she was having way more fun than I. And yet I felt deep love and a sense of fulfilment for sharing this adventure together. All mixed with a pinch of fear, worrying if I alone would ever be enough for her.

My wife's screams jolted me back to reality. As I watched, Marie crested wave after wave of orgasms, each one more forceful than the last. I wasn't sure whether she had three orgasms in succession, or one very long one. As her eyes opened and met mine, I saw no conflicting feelings there, only lust and contentment.

Sensing my growing erection, I moved to the bed and lay next to Marie, facing her. She placed her hand on my cock, and gave me a feeble hand job, her mind distracted by the cock still thrusting into her.

I kissed her deeply as Jack pounded her into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Coming down from her latest wave, Marie pulled away from Jack, discarding him like the professional dildo he is. Still dripping a mix of our juices, she positioned herself above me, and rode me like a cowgirl. Instead of moving up and down my dick, she kept it fully inside, and ground her clit on my pubes.

After grinding herself to an orgasm, she collapsed on top of me, exhausted. Holding my dick inside her, she suddenly stopped moving.

"Something wrong? Did I hurt you?" I asked her.

"No," she said, her eyes open wide.

"Are you tired, Babe?"

"Yeah, but... no, wait a bit, then fuck me," she added, cryptically.

Suddenly, I understood what she meant. She was distracted by Jack, probing around her backdoor. His finger made its way through her sphincter, stimulating her, and also me. I could feel his finger probing up her anal canal.

With Marie staying still on top of me, I started thrusting up, adjusting to the new shape of her insides. Behind her, I heard Jack dispensing some more massage oil, and soon another finger joined the one already in her ass.

My wife started thrusting to meet me, a snowball rolling downhill to her next orgasm. Meanwhile, I was now rock hard and could feel my own orgasm building.

Then, Jack surprised me by placing his other hand on my taint. Surprise turned into pleasure, as he started applying pressure, rubbing the massage oil in. With three fingers still on my taint, he cupped my balls with his palm, stimulating them.

I came and shot my second load into my wife. She responded by cumming herself, necking me as she did.

Even as we stopped moving in the afterglow, Jack didn't. His fingers continued curling and probing her bum hole, his other hand urging my balls to evacuate their contents. Not long after, he excused himself to go to the bathroom to clean up. I heard him run the shower.

The last thing I remembered as I fell asleep was Marie rolling off of me.

X.

I woke up to an oscillating bed. Opening my eyes, I saw my wife lying next to me, facing down. Behind her, Jack has resumed vigorously shagging her. The room smelled of sex. My wife smelled of fresh shampoo and soap, her hair wet.

So, I thought, they took a shower together. And then some.

"Fucking hell, you still horny Babe?" I asked. It wasn't really a question.

"Mmmhhh..." was all she could manage.

"You know," she added, "Jack still hasn't come."

Her words stabbed at me, jolting me wide awake. Emphasising her point, my wife reached back and grabbed his balls. I became acutely jealous of his endurance.

"So... full," she said, unnecessarily.

Reading between the lines, I understood what she meant to say. I knew what she wished would happen, but not sure if I could allow it to.

"Are you sure?" I asked her.

Marie nodded lazily, her head movements mixed with getting pounded into the bed.

"Please Hubby, may I?"

I made my decision and rolled my wife onto her back, momentarily reclaiming her from Jack. He stood by, trying to guess our next move. I gestured for him to come closer and fuck my wife again.

As he took his place at her entrance, imagine his surprise when I grabbed his dick. I pulled the condom off, unsheathing his formidable tool. I then emptied the condom on my wife's belly, allowing the precum to drop on her skin. Finally, I ceremoniously tossed the rubber on the bed where she could see it.

I turned to speak to Marie.

"I love you. I love you so, so much. I want you to remember that, for as long as you live."

Turning to Jack, I grabbed his bare cock again, and aimed it at Marie's hairless, sloppy pussy.

"OK," I said to him.

"OK," he replied with a nod.

I didn't think he needed the extra encouragement. Now in the missionary position, he was able to penetrate even deeper than before. Jack started slow, making sure Marie was comfortable with the extra length. She responded by lifting her legs and wrapping them behind him, using her heels to say how deep and how fast she wanted him.

She wanted him deeper, faster, and even deeper.

Enjoying new sensations in new places inside her, my wife reached out to me, and I held her hand as she came, moaning and cursing.

Still cumming, Marie raised both legs, holding them open with both hands. Jack responded by leaning forward, spreading her legs wide with the weight of his body. He then took both her hands, pinning them above her head and confirming my spectator status. Their upper bodies now in full contact, Jack slowly pulled his hips back, leaving only the head inside. Then he slammed all the way in, smacking his balls against her taint.

Slow out, slam in. Slow out, and slam in. I watched as Jack gave my wife a right royal shagging. Her poor labia appeared puffy and red from working overtime. With each slam, small droplets fell from her pussy, a mix of sex juices from all three of us.

With her legs and hands pinned down, Marie was unable to communicate her desires to Jack. She could only moan and beg him to go faster, in a language alien to him.

Little by little, Jack increased his tempo as his own orgasm fast approached, his only one for the night.

Marie came first, opening her mouth. Unable to move her hands, she stuck her tongue out, begging Jack to kiss her. He obliged by playfully teasing her tongue, then coming down for a full french kiss. All this he did while continuing to thrust, until he fully deposited his seed in my immobilised wife.

XI.

Shortly afterwards, Jack got up, got dressed, and left us with a wai. I thought about tipping him, but he was already out of the door, probably wary of getting jumped one more time. There was no danger of that though, as my wife was now completely sexed out for the night.

We fucked lazily in the missionary position. She was so sloppy that my semi erection easily slipped in.

"Was it everything you imagined?" I asked her.

"Oh my goodness, YES, and then some," she laughed.

"I'm sorry, I think I went a bit crazy back there. Did I hurt you?" She asked, her voice genuinely concerned.

"I'm still processing through all the emotions," I said, "but holy fuck, you're the hottest porn star I've ever seen."

And with that image in my mind, I came again, adding to the cumloads already inside her.

"Love you."

"Love you too."