We Three 6/? {Redman} {MFF Rom oral}
(c) October 2000

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We Three: Part 6


Eating dinner with my wife and Carol the first time 
after we had made love was a unique experience. We 
both made concessions to modesty, since Marjorie was 
still in her sundress. 

I retrieved Carol's light blue dress off the floor 
after we went downstairs and helped her to put it on. 
If one could call 'pressing my dick into the soft 
globes of her ass and tenderly rubbing her nipples as 
she slid the dress on' helping. She retrieved my brown 
shorts and helped me put them on. If one could call 
'grasping my erect penis firmly, protecting it as we 
slowly zipped them up' helping.

She saw me as I reached down and picked up her powder-
blue panties. She saw me as I sniffed them once more 
for memory sake, then stuffed them in my pockets. 
There was no way I was going to give them up, even now 
that I had tasted the real thing. I'm just a 
sentimental guy at heart!

Sitting around the table eating, Carol and I both paid 
so much attention to Marjorie and exhibited so much 
concern for her feelings that eventually she demanded 
that we stop. She made sure that we both understood 
that she didn't feel left out or excluded.

After that, we all loosened up and began to enjoy a 
new camaraderie of sorts. Marjorie and Carol had 
always had a great friendship. Even from the beginning 
they had hit it off almost immediately, as though they 
were always meant to be friends. Their companionship 
was so close, that even when we three were together, 
there were moments when I had felt excluded.

Now, we began to develop a new relationship based on 
the changing dynamic of our sexual experience. Their 
friendship still seemed to be intact, in fact it 
seemed to be even deeper now; but it had a different 
layer added to it that somehow included me more 
thoroughly. 

It was Carol that took the lead in developing this new 
friendship. They still shared their inside jokes from 
work, but more often than not it was Carol that turned 
to me and told the stories that explained them, that 
brought me in so I could share the jokes with them.

But my experience with Carol around the table was not 
just a newer friendship that we all shared. It was 
also the flirtation and the longing glances of new 
lovers that she and I shared with each other. I would 
catch her looking at me or hear her sigh, and my heart 
would race a little. I would touch her hand 
purposefully as we both reached for something, and she 
would blush.

And all of this was woven together and held in place 
by my wife's good-natured acceptance of it all. She 
would tease Carol when she would blush or make some 
ribald comment about how vigorously I had fucked her. 
It was Marjorie's love and affection for us both that 
allowed any relationship at all between Carol and 
myself. It was easy to see that if my wife had not 
been who she was, Carol and I would never have been 
able to share what we now had.

Toward the end, as Carol was finishing her steak, my 
wife asked innocently, "So, did you get enough meat 
today?"

Carol blushed at the allusion but replied gamely, "For 
the moment yes, but I was hungry for so long, there's 
no telling when I might need more. Is there's plenty 
more where this came from?"

"Oh, I think the novelty of the situation might keep 
us both well supplied for quite a while, don't you?"

"There certainly seems to still be an abundance, 
Marj," Carol said with a grin. Then took the last 
sliver of steak and chewed it sensuously. When she was 
done, she looked at me hungrily and said, "You know 
Marj, this steak was delicious and was certainly 
filling, but I don't believe I've really tasted it 
yet!"

"Oh, be careful what you ask for missy! He always 
wants to be 'tasted' and that's never been my 
particular cup of tea. You might be asking for more 
than you can handle."

"I don't know, Marj. I've been served such small 
portions for so long, now that I've seen a big meaty 
steak, I just get hungry enough to eat it all the 
time."

The girls laughed and they laughed. It was amusing, 
but it wasn't as funny as they were making it to be.

Or perhaps what was not as funny was some little shift 
in mannerisms and attitude that I seemed to detect in 
Marjorie. I hadn't quite put my finger on it. But as I 
thought about it, it had something to do with the way 
she was talking about me as though I wasn't there 
during their repartee. I wasn't certain why that 
touched a nerve in me until it dawned on me; Marj's 
mother did the same thing when we were together.

Marjorie's mother, Vivian, was a domineering woman who 
tried to run everyone's life. Marj tried hard to be 
the antithesis of her mother. When I first met her, I 
almost got the sense that she had picked me just to 
piss her mother off. They were always civil to one 
another in my presence, but it was a strained 
civility.

Thankfully I never got a chance to meet Marjorie's 
father. Although Marj has never come right and said 
so, it's my belief that the bastard probably sexually 
abused his daughter. If he hadn't already been dead 
when I met her, I would have wanted to kill him for 
what he had done to her.

But he was dead now and his life insurance had only 
increased the already substantial wealth of the 
family. Her mother insisted on helping Marj out 
occasionally with money, though I would have preferred 
do with less. But, since I had never been wealthy, my 
needs were much simpler than Marj's.

We ate dinner at Vivian's house infrequently. Whenever 
we were there, her mother would invariably only speak 
about me indirectly, as though I wasn't there.

"Does your husband still have that night job, dear?" 
or "Is Roger still just taking two courses at school, 
Marjorie? You know it will take him forever to 
graduate like that." 

It was a trait that at first I found particularly 
annoying. Over time though, I had almost learn to 
ignore it altogether.

So I think that was what was annoying me about the 
conversation between Carol and Marj. 

By then everyone had finished, so I picked up the 
dishes while they talked and brought them into the 
kitchen to clean. I guess Marj may have picked up on 
my sudden funk, because soon she followed me into the 
kitchen. We both heard Carol say she was going 
upstairs to use the phone and see if Jim had ever 
gotten home. Marj began to scratch my back in the way 
she did to pacify me when I was upset.

"Anything wrong, baby?"

"No," I replied while looking to make sure Carol had 
gone upstairs. "I was just suddenly worried about you 
and me. I mean, I know things might be different now, 
but you're the most important thing in the world to me 
Marj. I don't want anything to fuck that up."

"Dear Roger, I still love you just as much. You 
haven't done anything wrong. You're a good man and 
you've made a good woman very happy. Two good women, I 
might say. Most men would be pretty proud of that, you 
know?"

"Hey, I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it or that I don't 
want it to continue..."

"I didn't think I was hearing that," Marj giggled.

"I'm just saying I still love you and I don't want 
this to change the way you feel about me. Don't get 
mad at me, but something about the way you were 
talking in there almost reminded me of your mother. It 
was spooky."

"Oh God, if you ever hear me talking like my mother, 
wash my mouth out with soap, please!"

"No, it was probably just me. I love you so much, 
Marj."

I pushed her against the counter and kissed her for as 
long as she would let me. My hands wandered to touch 
the sides of her hips and breasts. I nuzzled her neck 
and kissed her ears in a way that I know she enjoys 
and felt her put those familiar arms around me to draw 
me in. Suddenly all my doubts and worries seemed 
foolish as I felt my wife began to move rhythmically, 
thrusting her pelvis back at me. 

As I began to get hard again, the brown shorts began 
to feel tight and constricting. We dry-humped each 
other against the counter and it seemed like any other 
Sunday evening with my wife again.

Then we both heard Carol coming down the stairs. I 
pulled back a little, but Marj was having none of 
that. She put her hands into the back pockets of my 
shorts and ground herself into me even harder as Carol 
walked into the kitchen.

"Uhhm, that looks delicious, please don't stop," she 
said. It was all the encouragement either of us 
needed.

Marj leaned over and licked my right nipple, the one 
most visible to Carol. She was playing dirty, knowing 
that I loved it when she did that, so I gave her ass a 
healthy squeeze. Not to be outdone, she brought her 
teeth to the same task and lightly bit me where she 
knew she would get the biggest reaction. In a battle 
of sexual tit-for-tat, I knew I was outgunned.

When she saw that I had surrendered to the sensations 
she was causing, Marjorie leaned back with a Cheshire 
cat grin. Then she turned slightly to include our now 
intimate guest.

"So, are you staying or are you going?"

Watching our antics, I could see the hungry look in 
Carol's eyes returning. I certainly hoped she would 
stay, but it looked like either way there was still 
fun to be had this evening.

"Jim's not home, or at least he's not answering. I was 
wondering if I could stay until late, if that's OK 
with you two?"

Marjorie looked at me, but I nodded in deferment to 
her. It seemed best to let my wife set the times and 
hours for our sexual liaisons.

"Why don't you stay the night!" she said suddenly, 
surprising us all. "It wouldn't be the first time you 
know and I'm sure Roger here would enjoy your company, 
wouldn't you dear?"

I certainly couldn't think of a single reason why she 
shouldn't stay.

"Yes, ah, why don't you stay Carol," I finally 
stammered a little too eagerly, causing the girls to 
giggle at my reaction.

"You can have him for the rest of the evening, but I 
still have first dibs on him for breakfast. We have a 
very special way of bringing in the dawn, don't we 
dear."

"It's a great way to start the morning, yes. A real 
eye-opener," I enthusiastically stated with a grin.

"So, what do you say dear?" my wife asked her best 
friend. "Stay with us tonight. Treat yourself to 
another helping."

"Well, I am feeling a little hungry all of the sudden, 
watching you two. I think I'll stay."

Marj unsnapped my brown shorts and in a move 
reminiscent of Carol's own earlier in the day, pulled 
them apart so quickly that they unzipped suddenly. My 
hard cock was abruptly released from its confines and 
exposed for all to see.

"If you're still hungry, I'd say he's ready to eat 
right now," she said.

"Right here? In the kitchen?" Carol asked, but the way 
she said it was more a request for permission than an 
objection.

"The floor's a bit cold," Marj suggested, "but if you 
take that pretty blue dress off and kneel on it, that 
shouldn't be a problem. What do you say Roger, would 
you like to see our pretty friend all naked at your 
feet?"

It was such a nasty suggestion, typically Marj! 
Especially nasty because it was something that she 
would have never done herself. And yes, from the 
minute she said it, that was exactly what I wanted. 
The image was seared in my brain: Carol, naked at my 
feet with me running my penis in and out of her mouth.

"Yes dear, I think I'd like that. If you're willing, 
Carol?"

Carol had a look in her eye that said that she was 
still so horny we could have asked her to stand on her 
head in the corner while I fucked her bellybutton and 
she would have done it. In a very sexy and seductive 
move, she began to gather the skirt of her dress. As 
soon as we could see her lovely pussy, she began to 
raise the dress slowly over her head. All the while 
she was licking her lips and staring at my throbbing 
erection.

When Marj released me, the brown shorts fell to the 
floor. As soon as I had stepped out of them, I was 
naked and ready. Carol tossed her dress on the floor 
in a rumpled pile and kneeled down in front of me.

Every man has fantasies. I really had no desire to 
dominate a woman. If anything, I'm a bit too passive 
with women most of the time. I always want them to 
take the lead, to steer me in a safe direction. That's 
why Marj and I got along so famously. Marj felt 
comfortable leading.

But every man longs to have a naked woman at his feet, 
too. It's something instinctual, hardwired into our 
reptilian brains. When Carol reached out and touched 
me, it was heavenly. When she took me in her mouth, it 
was... it was... God, it was so amazing that there 
were no words that could describe it.

I wasn't thinking in words anyway; there were only 
sensations, pictures and erotic images that I would 
keep and replay forever. Gorgeous Carol ran her sweet 
tongue along the underside of my stiff erection and 
then reached forward to massage my balls with one of 
her hands. She pulled her head back and took the head 
of my cock in her mouth, engulfing a bit of it with a 
short, forward lunge. I could feel her lips close 
halfway down my shaft and it felt marvelous.

She brought her other hand to bear and began to pump 
the exposed portion of my shaft vigorously. She drew 
back and began to circle the head of my cock with her 
pretty tongue.

I was already very close to cumming. It was not that 
what she had done was all that tactilely stimulating. 
But seeing her do it; seeing my cock coming out of 
that beautiful mouth that I already loved to kiss, 
seeing her naked before me, seeing her breast making 
little circles as her hand continued to pump me; all 
of this came very close to sending me over the edge.

Frankly, I had forgotten all about Marjorie. My 
universe had narrowed to one beautiful woman and her 
beautifully sexy mouth.

And then, my wife lightly began to stroke my bottom!

It took Carol just a moment to realize why I was 
thrusting so sharply at her with my prick. But when 
she saw what was happening, she renewed her own 
efforts, even increased them. She engulfed me further 
as Marj began to push my hips forward and then pull 
then back, setting up a gently fucking motion. I was 
straining to hold back, but when I felt Marj slip a 
finger between my clenched buttocks, I lost control.

I blasted into Carol's mouth. It was embarrassing to 
have cum so quickly, without even warning her, but 
Carol only responded with more enthusiasm. She sucked 
me, gathering my love in her mouth, feasting on the 
meager offering I had from a long day of fucking. God, 
what a wonderful woman! Taking me in, eating me with 
such eagerness, such hunger!

As I reached down and pulled her up, I swore that 
whatever she wanted from me, whatever special gifts I 
had to give her, she would have. As I pulled her into 
me, I felt her warm body and her slender form mold 
itself to me. She was wonderful to hold; a perfect 
fit!

I ran my hand over her side, brushing past that small, 
perfect breast and ending at her slender throat. With 
my thumb and forefinger on either side of her jaw, I 
turned her face toward mine. Her large, blue eyes 
glistened with lust and love. Hopefully, she saw that 
same lust and love in mine.

And I kissed her, warmly and intimately on her 
beautiful mouth!