We Three 8/? {Redman} {MFF Rom}
(c) October 2000

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We Three: Part 8


"Go ahead, get him ready," I heard my wife whisper 
through my dreams. I came slowly awake to Carol's 
blonde head rising and falling on my erection.

"OK dear, he's hard enough"

Carol drew back and watched wide-eyed as Marjorie 
straddled me and immediately sat down on my hard cock.

"Good morning, love. It seems so long since I've had a 
hard dick in me!"

It did seem like forever. It had been a whole day. 

I looked up into Marj's eyes as her fluid hips began 
to rise and fall. She was sliding my cock in and out 
of her in that slow, easy way of hers. I reached up 
and molded the underside of her heavy breasts, giving 
her a few short thrusts of my pelvis to let her know I 
love her. Then it was just a matter of lying back and 
enjoying the easy fucking my wife liked to give me in 
the morning.

She never wanted much help from me when she did this, 
other than my touches and caresses. She knew I would 
last longer if I let her set the pace.

Maybe it was the evening of watching Carol and I enjoy 
ourselves, or maybe it was that for the first time in 
our marriage, we had an audience; but before long Marj 
picked up the pace and began fucking harder than she 
usually did in the mornings. She handed me the little 
white vibrator without breaking rhythm and I knew just 
where she needed it. As I held it against her clit 
with two hands, she fucked her way to a hard orgasm, 
flooding me with an unusual amount of her hot cum.

Marj reached down and pulled the little vibe off of 
her and her rocking slowed to a snail pace, but it 
didn't stop. She looked behind her to where Carol 
watched entranced as my hard cock slid in and out of 
my wife's cunt. I envied Carol. It was something I had 
always wanted to watch from that angle, my wife's 
pussy moving back and forth on my dick.

"It takes him a while to cum when he first wakes up. 
Do you want a turn, Carol? We can probably both get a 
couple before he cums," I heard my amazing wife ask.

"Oh God, yes! Can I?" Carol replied enthusiastically.

All I could do was blink, stunned at this lascivious 
transformation of my wife's morning ritual. Almost as 
quickly as they had agreed to it, one beautiful woman 
dismounted me and another moved up to take her place!

As Carol grabbed me with two hands, I could feel her 
fingers slip on the slick surface of my cum-soaked 
cock. With much less ease than my wife had 
accomplished, she lined my shaft up and began to ease 
herself down on it. She was still tight, even after 
yesterday's marathon. It even seemed that overnight 
her channel had narrowed, rebelling against the way 
that I had stretched her all evening long. With a 
grunt of determination though, and with my wife's 
lubrication assisting in the cause, Carol forced my 
rod into her completely.

Then she started to rock, started to fuck against the 
hard intruder that was buried in her belly. But, I 
could see that she was at a loss as to what to do with 
her hands that were still wet with feminine fluids. 
Always a problem for the guest, I suppose. Does one 
wipe one's cum coated hands on the sheets or would 
that be too crass? 

Carol obviously didn't know my kinks as well as my 
wife did at this point. So I instinctively helped her 
by doing what Marj would have done quite naturally. 

I took one of Carol's hands and held it over my face, 
breathing in the wet, sweet fuck of my wife that was 
on her fingers. Then I started licking those fingers, 
tasting for the first time my wife's fluids on the 
flesh of another woman.

I didn't even consider if my proclivity might have put 
her off. By now, it's simply a natural part of who I 
am. I smell Marj's scent; I want to taste it. I feel 
Marj's cum anywhere I can reach and I want to lick it 
up. I was totally addicted to my wife's intoxicating 
sexual flavors.

When I realized what I had done, I looked up 
questioningly to check Carol's reaction. I needn't 
have worried. We had indeed found a woman after my own 
heart. Carol was tentatively smelling and tasting her 
other hand herself and, as she found it to her liking, 
began to fuck against me more vigorously. 

God, I wanted to kiss her so bad! But my mouth was 
still coated with last night's funk. I suddenly 
realized I had never had to worry about morning breath 
when Marj fucked me in the morning, she never wanted 
to kiss me anyway. It was maddening to fuck Carol 
without kissing her.

So, I did the next best thing. Remembering last night, 
I began to suck Carol's fingers just like she had 
sucked mine last night. Her stomach fluttered and she 
gasped when she felt it. Soon she was reaching for my 
own hand and brought my fingers to her mouth as well. 
But I didn't just let her suck my fingers. I began to 
slide them into her mouth to the same rhythm as Carol 
was using on my cock.

God, we must have looked a nasty pair! She was fucking 
her cunt with my cock and I was fucking her mouth with 
my fingers! The unique sensations began to overwhelm 
Carol. I felt her start to quiver all over, so with my 
free hand I began to lightly circle her thrusting 
belly, just like Marj likes when she's about to cum.

And that pushed her over the edge! She sucked hard on 
my fingers in her mouth, swallowing them as deeply as 
she could. She arched onto my cock and her entire body 
participated in squeezing down on it, from the top of 
her scalp to the tip of her toes. Many times I had 
seen Marjorie cum so hard that it looked like she was 
in pain. Now I was seeing the same ecstasy in Carol. 
And it was glorious!

After an agonizingly long moment, she started to 
relax; but something sent several - no three! - quick 
shocks through her in rapid succession. Finally, when 
she was done, she looked up at me with an embarrassed 
grin that told me this hard cum had even taken her by 
surprise.

"I'm not going to be able to take you two anywhere," I 
heard Marjorie teasing. "You two are too nasty 
together to be seen in public."

Marjorie hustled a cum-weakened Carol off my cock and 
promptly took her place again. By now there was a 
great, expanding wetness under me. We were going to 
have a hellofa wet spot this morning! 

I was beginning to worry that I may disappoint the 
girls by cumming before my wife had planned. The 
nastiness of the last fuck had really worked on me. 
But again Marjorie seemed to sense my dilemma. After 
impaling herself on me, she ordered me to hold still 
and brought her little vibrator to bear on her clit. 
She was going to cum with my cock in her without even 
fucking against me. Normally I would have been 
disappointed. At the moment I felt relieved.

But I didn't really feel like being passive either. 
The fervor was on me. So I coaxed Carol to kneel on 
her knees beside us and reached between her legs and 
began to play with her cunt.

So many new sensations - it was almost overwhelming! 
My wife was frozen in place on top of me, the muscles 
of her vagina twitching around my cock. Carol was 
squirming on my fingers with her eyes closed tightly, 
my thumb working her clitoris as my fingers slid in 
and out of her warm wetness.

Two women I love, each seeking their pleasure on a 
different part of my body. Each of them practically 
ignoring the other, in some ways practically ignoring 
me, as they reveled in the sensations of their own 
bodies. They were so different. One blonde, the other 
brunette. One slender, the other more voluptuous. One 
so familiar, the other so tantalizingly new. And it 
all seemed to be flowing so easily from who we were. 
Each seemed to provide some missing piece that made 
the others whole. Each brought some missing pleasure 
that completed the circle.

My wife was the first to cum. I felt her cunt convulse 
on me. Her eyes were squeezed tight and she was biting 
her lower lip as the shocks ran through her. I could 
feel her buttocks squeeze painfully hard together and 
her nipples looked like they were about to pop.

When she opened her eyes, her glance followed my hand 
to where it was moving underneath Carol. Marjorie 
laughed and shook her head at our erotic tableau, then 
she extricated herself from my throbbing erection. She 
gave it a firm, affectionate squeeze just before 
moving back out of the way.

"You can have him one more time, Carol. But don't you 
dare cum in her, Roger. You know how much I love to 
have your stuff coming out of me in the morning when I 
go to work."

I didn't really know if I could hold off from cumming 
if Carol rode me right now. But, Carol certainly 
seemed to want something deeper than my fingers could 
reach. I decided right then that I was willing to risk 
it, especially if I could fulfill one other nasty 
thought that had been dancing across my mind since we 
started.

So far Carol had seemed willing to do anything that 
either Marjorie or I had suggested. I wasn't positive 
I should risk my suggestion, but I decided to tempt 
fate and see just how far she would go.

As Carol reverently approached my cock, I reached for 
her, restraining her ever so slightly until she looked 
up at me.

"Taste it first," I pleaded.

We all looked down at my hard, thick penis. My whole 
lap was soaked and coated with the slick wetness of 
both my beautiful women. They both had contributed a 
share and I longed to join them by soon adding my own 
cum to theirs.

When Carol looked back at me, her face was blank. I 
was beginning to think I had made a big foolish 
mistake, until that beautiful face broke into a 
degenerate grin - wide and bold. Definitely a girl 
after my own heart.

Carol lowered her mouth lovingly on my cock. She 
kissed the tip affectionately and then licked the 
length of it. Then she lay down completely between my 
spread thighs and began to roll her face from side to 
side, smearing the collective juices covering my 
crotch all over her face, her neck and in her hair. It 
was the single-most uninhibited, sensuous and vulgar 
display that I had ever witnessed. When she had 
indulged in the smells and taste of my sodden staff 
enough to satisfy her, she began a slinky crawl up my 
body.

Even before she reached me I could smell her. She 
smelled like the well-fucked cunt of every woman I had 
ever known. She smelled like Marjorie and she smelled 
like herself gloriously combined. When she arrived, 
she began to rub her own face against mine, 
transferring the collective funk and fragrance of our 
love from her to me. She scratched her tender skin on 
the morning growth of my whiskers as though branding 
herself as my woman, as if to write my name on her 
neck and cheeks.

I began arching my hips up towards her, seeking her 
center with my blind eye. I tried to reach down and 
guide myself into her, but it was Marjorie's hand that 
steered me home. She grasped me hard and without Carol 
even realizing she was there, pointed my cock to the 
hot blonde cunt of our new woman.

We made love, moving against each other easily and 
with ever-greater confidence. I held Carol's face 
between my two hands and fucked into her with my hips. 
Our bodies danced together, perfectly in tune to one 
another. We were so different and so much alike. When 
we began, there had been she and I. Now, there was 
only us. There was only two that had ceased to be two.

I didn't intentionally hold myself back. At that 
moment, I was so overwhelmed by my love and affection 
for Carol that I couldn't have held off, even for 
Marjorie. When Carol started to orgasm, for one moment 
I was frantic to catch up with her, to cum into her as 
she was cumming on me. Perhaps some deep unconscious 
portion of myself saved me from disappointing Marj in 
that way. In any case, I realized that not sharing 
even something as beautiful as a mutual orgasm 
couldn't spoil this unique moment in our lives. It was 
already glorious on its own.

So after Carol finished, it was Marj that once more 
took her place. It was Marj that held herself still as 
I fucked into her. It was Marj's hips that I clutched 
and thrust at, straining for my cum. It was Marj that 
took the gift of my seed on this first morning of our 
new lives.

That somehow was the most fitting thing that could 
have happened. I hadn't planned it that way, but 
Marjorie had and Marjorie had a way of getting what 
she wanted in the end. Somehow though, along the way, 
Carol and I had shared something special together. No 
one could have planned or predicted that.