Sex Story Oh, What A Night!

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Chapter 1- Exposed



It was Friday. I had just finished the day's work, signed off, and closed my laptop when my husband, Michael, called.



"Hello, Love, what's up?" I answered.



"Honey, great news, I closed the Mitchell deal. It means a large commission. I feel like celebrating. How's dinner at Philipe's sound and a club after?"



Excited, I replied, "I would love it. It's been too long since we had an evening out."



"Great, I know it's short notice. I'll make the reservations for eight. I'll be home around six."



It was mid-afternoon, so I had plenty of time to get ready. I headed upstairs to take a bath and decide what to wear. No sooner than I was about to enter my lilac-scented bath when the doorbell rang.



Oh, lord, I thought, who could that be? I hastily grabbed my robe and went to answer the door. Upon opening the door, a young man stood with a bouquet of red roses and a gift-wrapped package.



Surprised, I said, "Well, hello, what do we have here?"



"Are you Marisa? he asked.



I replied, "Yes I am."



He handed me the package and bouquet, "I'll need you to sign here."



"Let me put these away and I'll be right back." I left him there, took the items to the kitchen, and placed them on the dining table. I grabbed a twenty from my purse.



Upon returning, I hadn't noticed the sash had loosened on my robe, partially exposing my breast. I returned and took the offered clipboard to sign. As I signed, the sash came undone. I handed him back the clipboard and the twenty. He stood there, eyes wide and mouth agape.

There I stood exposed. I giggled as I re-tied the sash, "Oh my, I bet you didn't expect that. Thank you, and have a nice day."



Closing the door, the reality hit me. I leaned back against the door. My breathing quickened, and I felt a wave of heat run through me. I had reacted so casually to being exposed to the young man. Hell, I even giggled in response.



Though unintentional, I had exposed myself. There was a full-length mirror in the foyer. I released the sash and looked at my nude reflection. My breasts were swollen, and my nipples flushed with arousal. This was the sight that met the young man's eyes.



My breasts rose and fell. With bated breath, I lightly caressed my breasts and teased my aroused nipples, then pinched and pulled them. I moaned as the sensations sent tremors through me and felt the warmth emanating from my moistened vagina.



I slid down the door and sat with my legs spread. I watched myself in the mirror as I ran a finger along my labia, then slipped it into my hot, wet depths. I imagined his eyes upon me as the pleasure overtook me.



With my free hand, I rubbed my clit, my need for release intense. I writhed now with my fingers plunging in and out of me as I furiously rubbed my clit.



"Oh, God!" I shouted as the waves hit, and my body shuddered in the throes as I climaxed.



Sated, I gazed at myself spread-eagled on the floor. What had come over me? I recalled the event with the video that Michael's associate Todd had mistakenly seen. I had revealed to Michael my possible exhibitionist tendency. The thrill I felt was further proof that I enjoyed being exposed. My bath awaited, and I needed to get ready for our evening.



I finished my bath. I was glad I no longer needed to shave. I had Lazer treatments to remove the hair from my pubes, ass, and underarms. I talked Michael into joining me, and he had his pubes and ass hair done. It took a couple of treatments, but we were both happy with the results. I loved Michael's hairless cock and balls. He was equally enamored with my smooth bald vagina.



I dried, donned my robe, and headed to the kitchen to check the package. I transferred the bouquet to a vase. There was a card with the roses. It read, 'To my sweet Loving wife, Michael.' The package was wrapped beautifully and embossed with the name of an intimate apparel shop called Seductions.



My heart fluttered as I opened the package, which revealed a shimmering silk ebony mini dress. I held it up to myself and noticed the hem set about mid-thigh. It was strapped with a v-plunge front and backless. It had built-in cups, so it didn't require a bra. There was also a red thong and a note.



I read the note. 'My Love, I know we haven't been out in a while since I have been so busy with work. This deal culminated in a large commission. I want nothing more than to celebrate it with you, my sweet, sexy, beautiful wife. I hope you like the dress and look forward to our evening together. Love Michael.'



Lord, I loved my handsome alpha male. With this dress, I would be on display. He must know the attention I would garner. He had said he appreciated the looks I received when we were out and was proud that I was his. I was equally proud of Michael, who drew plenty of attention.



When Michael arrived, I greeted him with a hug and a passionate kiss. I thanked him for the bouquet and dress. Without hesitating, I told him about my unintentional exposure and could tell he was a little miffed.



"Oh, Honey, I'm sorry it happened, please don't be mad."



He looked at me, smiled, and said, "Let's have a look."



Puzzled at first, He had his phone out, and I remembered we have a front door cam. He brought up the Ring app.



"Oh, good lord, the look on his face!" he exclaimed. After a minute, he showed me the video. What I didn't see after closing the door, but the camera did, was surprising.



He stood at the door, eyes wide still with disbelief. As he turned to walk away, he had a hand on his crotch, adjusting what must have been an erection. He returned to his car and got in but didn't leave immediately. Staring back at the door, he sat there. I could tell from the way his head leaned back and then the motion of his shoulder and upper arm that he was; I looked up at Michael, "Goodness, is he masturbating?"



Michael laughed, "Yep, it appears so."



Oh my, I didn't know what to say. I admit it aroused me that the sight of me had him jerking off in his car. But simultaneously, I worried about my Husband's reaction to this.



Michael looked at me, "Babe, you made that young man's day. I am a bit angry; the situation was dangerous, and I wasn't there to protect you. I hope you do realize the inherent danger of the situation."



I felt foolish, and he was right. I replied, "Yes, Love. I will be more careful and not intentionally put myself in that position again. Are we good?"



Michael smirked, taking me in his arms, "Yes, my Love, we're good. Let's put this behind us and get ready for our evening."



With that, we kissed and headed upstairs to get ready.



Michael was in the shower. I sat at the vanity, having finished my makeup. I slipped into the thong and then the dress. I donned my ruby earrings and pendant.



I stood before the mirror. Oh my! The dress hugged my body and accentuated my firm, round ass. The front offered a titillating view of my pert, full breasts. The open back sat just above my hips and revealed my entire back. The hem sat mid-thigh. Fortunately, I had a pair of four-inch ebony heels that paired perfectly with the dress. I was sure Michael would be thrilled.



I awaited Michael's appearance in the living room with a glass of Chardonnay. Before long, he arrived looking fabulous in his tailored black slacks and long-sleeved white silk dress shirt.



I rose and walked up to my Adonis and kissed him lovingly. I stepped back, reached up, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. "Now that's a lot better."



I did a pirouette and asked, "What do you think?"



"My God, woman, you look spectacular and so sexy. We better get going before I lose all control and ravish you here and now! I'll pull the car out of the garage and meet you out front."




Chapter 2 - Celebration



When I came out, he was waiting with the Porsche's passenger door open. When I entered, the hem rose, revealing my upper thighs as I slid into the seat. He noticed and winked at me.



We arrived at Philipe's, an upscale French restaurant. Michael pulled up front and got out, tossing the keys to the valet. Before he could come around, another attendant opened my door. He offered his hand to assist as I got out. His eyes locked on the hem of the dress as it slid up, and he got a glimpse of my creamy thighs. I smiled and thanked him. Michael noticed and smirked as I joined him.



Michael announced our reservation. I felt eyes upon me as the Maître d' led us to our table. The waiter arrived and took our order.



I ordered the Coq au Vin and Michael the Boeuf Bourguignon. The waiter suggested a Bourgogne Pinot Noir, which we accepted. The meal and wine paired perfectly, and we finished with flaming Crêpes Suzette prepared tableside.



We agreed. It was a most enjoyable and memorable meal.



As we stood outside waiting for the car, Michael asked, "Are you up for the club and some dancing at Lacy's."



"Of course, let's trip the night fantastic!" I replied.



As we walked up, there was a line. The doorman smiled at us and waved us forward, much to the chagrin of those waiting in line. He pulled the rope aside and let us in.



Lacy's was dimly lit and had a warm, romantic ambiance. The music was Soft Rock and Jazz. We were fortunate to find a booth. It was a half-circle and faced the dance floor.



I told Michael, "It surprised me that the doorman waved us ahead of everybody."



He chuckled, "They do that for sexy, attractive women, and you certainly are that. It draws the men in. They do the same with men. Look around. You'll notice they are well-dressed, which means fat wallets."



I remembered that Michael worked as a bouncer and bartender in college. "That makes sense. It's good for business. As I look around, you're right; they're well dressed and all very attractive men and women."



A waitress arrived, Michael started a tab, and we ordered drinks. The club had filled. The dance floor was crowded, and the music was loud bonlysive.



We were well into our drinks. I watched the couples dancing longingly. I giggled and asked, "Michael, are we here to sit and watch or dance?"



He smiled, "Why dance, of course." We stood and joined the crowd out on the floor. Michael was an excellent dancer. We danced to several songs. I told Michael I needed to use the ladies and would meet him at the table.



I felt giddy from excitement as I made my way through the crowd. Several men approached me with offers to dance or join them for a drink. I smiled, enjoying the attention, but politely declined as I went to the bathroom.



Returning, I was bumped and nearly fell but was spun into the arms of a man. He had been holding a beer bottle but dropped it to catch me. Fortunately, it didn't break. There I was, my body in the grasp of a stranger, breast pressed into his chest.



"Are you alright?" He asked.



"Thank you. I'm fine. I'm sorry about your beer," I replied, stepping back from his embrace.



He smiled, "That's okay, it was empty. I had just finished it."



Noticing it at his feet, I bent to pick it up. I didn't realize the view I offered him and all who bothered to look. The hem of my dress had ridden up revealing, except for the thong, my bare ass.



I heard someone say, "Nice ass babe!" It hit me as I stood with the bottle what had happened. Flustered, I smoothed down the hem. I handed him back his bottle, excused myself, and made my way back to our table.



Michael rose as I arrived, looking concerned. It must have been my expression. "Are you alright?" he asked.



I smiled and said, "I'm fine, take a seat, and I'll tell you about it. First, I was hit upon repeatedly on my way to and from the ladies. On my return, I was bumped. I nearly fell but was caught by a man. In doing so, he dropped his beer. I apologized and bent to pick up the bottle, not thinking about the short hem and that it had risen. Someone yelled nice ass. Embarased I felt foolish, but that was it."



Michael had a bemused look, chuckled, and said. "As far as being hit on, that's to be expected. My Lord, woman, you're beautiful and sexy. That dress adds to the attraction. I knew when I bought it the attention it would garner. So you unintentionally flashed your ass and gave quite a few a thrill. How'd it feel? Did it excite you?"



"Michael, Yes and no. I'm conflicted about this exhibitionist thing. I like being appreciated for my looks and that others think I'm sexy. I was enjoying the attention, but when the man yelled nice ass, I looked around. I didn't like the men leering at me. It made me feel cheap like a two-bit whore."



"Oh, Honey, don't think that. Look around at the women dressed to the nines, the same as you. That doesn't make them cheap because men lust and leer at them. They seek the same affirmation as you. You think about that. I haven't seen the waitress. I'm going to the bar to refresh our drinks."



Michael headed to the bar. I lost sight of him as the crowd blocked my view of it.



I sat lost in thought about Michael's reaction, watching the couples dancing. The women were carefree, enjoying themselves with their partners. I surmised some were single with their dates or looking to connect with someone.



A man appeared and asked me if I wanted to dance, I assume, seeing I was alone or wanted some company. He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties, well-dressed, and handsome.



"You don't remember me," he said. "I'm the one who caught you back there. It's Mark, by the way. I could see you were embarrassed. I hope I didn't offend you, but you are quite lovely."



Not wanting to be rude, I replied, flashing my rings, "I'm Marisa, and I'm here with my husband. He is at the bar refreshing our drinks."



Michael had been okay with me accepting a dance or two with another in the past. I replied, "It's kind of you to ask, and as a thank you for assisting me earlier, I accept."



I stood and accepted his hand as he led me out. We danced, and Mark smiled, "You made quite an impression when you bent over. I know it was unintentional, and the lewd comment upset you. I just wanted to check that you were okay."



"I'm fine, though it was embarrassing and more so when I told my husband Michael."



"Was he upset? he asked.



"No, he found it amusing. He trusts me and isn't the jealous type. Though if given cause, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of his anger."



He understood my meaning and kept things appropriate between us. As we moved around the dance floor, I noticed the bar. Michael was waiting for our drinks, and two beautiful women, who looked to be in their early twenties, were chatting with him. It reminded me what a chick magnet he was. As we neared, he saw me, smiled, and waved.



I nudged Mark and said, "That's my husband with the two ladies at the bar. Let me introduce you."



I took Mark's hand, and we walked up to the bar. The two women noticed us when Michael turned his attention to me.



"Excuse me, ladies. Michael, I want you to meet Mark. He's the gentleman who kept me from falling earlier."



Michael took his offered hand, as males do. Appraising each other as they shook hands, he said, "Nice to meet you, and thank you for assisting my wife."



Mark replied, "It was my pleasure to assist such a lovely young woman. You're a lucky man."



I noticed the two women were still hanging. Aside from my husband, Mark, an attractive male, had drawn their attention.



I turned to the two women and said, "I'm Marisa, and you are?"



The blonde's name was Jenna, and the redhead's was Vivian. I wasn't intimidated by the two. They were both gorgeous. Wearing bodycon mini dresses, their breasts were on display.



I winked at Michael, "So ladies, Mark, why don't you join us at our table?"



They seemed surprised at my offer but smiled and accepted. Michael got everyone's preference, and we all gathered at our table.



The turn of events tickled me as we were all snuggled together in the booth. Mark was sandwiched between Jenna and Vivian, then Michael and I. Our evening we had turned into a party. We drank and danced the night away.



I noticed Jenna was enamored with Mark, which pleased me, for he was handsome and friendly.



I danced with Vivian and felt a stirring sensation I hadn't experienced since my best friend, Sara. Michael knew I was Bi, and Sara had shared our bed. I wasn't sure, but I wondered if the feeling was mutual from the sparkle in Vivian's eyes as she looked at me.



I was also aware that Vivian had eyes for Michael. She wasn't obvious and didn't outright flirt, but I could see it when she danced with him. It didn't upset me. I was used to women being drawn to him.



The girls and I returned to the table. I was about to take a seat when Billy Joel's song. 'Just the Way You Are' started.



"Michael, that's our song." He stood and took my hand, and we hit the dance floor. Michael led me gracefully, and I melted into his arms. The memory of our wedding dance warmed my soul.



My head lay on his shoulder, and I enjoyed the scent of his cologne as we embraced and swayed to the music.



As the song says, I whispered to him, "I love you, Michael, just the way you are."



He lifted my chin, kissed me tenderly, and said, "Now and forever, Marisa, you're my muse, best friend, and best of all, wife."



"Oh, Love, I don't want this evening to end. I'm having so much fun and enjoying our new-found friends. The girls are delightful, and we exchange numbers. I have to confess an attraction to Vivian. I haven't, since Sara, been drawn to women. I hope that doesn't upset you. I might add she has eyes for you as well."



Michael chuckled and looked into my eyes, "Honey, thank you for being upfront with me. I noticed watching you two dance together. I'm fine with it, so let's just let loose and let come what may."



The song ended, and we returned to the table. The waitress came by and announced the last call. Mark mentioned he had a suite at the Matrix Hotel next door and invited us for a nightcap. The girls excitedly accepted.



I said to Michael, "I'm game if you are."



Seeing the excitement on my face, he smiled back at me, nodded, and said to Mark, "We accept. I'll settle the tab and meet you all out front."



Chapter 3 - Nightcap



It was a short walk to the Hotel. The girls and I giggled as we walked through the lobby to the elevator. Mark paused at the front desk and spoke to the receptionist.



He joined us inside and hit the button for the top floor. We entered this lavish suite. I don't know what Mark did for a living, but he was a wealthy man, at the very least.






The living room opened to a balcony with a large whirlpool tub. Mark showed us the master and guest bedrooms, each with an ensuite.



He announced that Champagne would be arriving shortly and offered us a seat. Two plush sofas faced each other, with a large oval table in the middle. Mark, Jenna, and Vivian sat on one, Michael and I on the other.



Soon, there was a knock on the door, and a waiter rolled a cart in with two iced bottles of Dom Perignon and five flutes. He poured and handed the flutes all around and set an antipasto tray with assorted meats, cheeses, fruits, and napkins on the table.



The waiter quietly left as Mark offered a toast. "Here's to new friends and experiences. You all made for a wonderful evening, and I welcome you most sincerely to join me in this toast."



We all cheered, lifted our glasses in a salute, and drank. Mark picked up his phone, the lighting dimmed, and soft jazz started playing.



He said, "I'm sure you're all curious about me. I am thirty, divorced, with a four-year-old daughter who is the light of my life and an ex-wife who I'd rather forget ever existed, except she bore my aforementioned daughter."



He continued and explained that he was an entrepreneur. His company maintained the suite for business and entertainment. They did independent investment analysis and analyzed investment portfolios for clients. Many investors worry that their financial advisors perform as stated. This provides the client with peace of mind.



We enjoyed the food and drink, and we all shared our stories. Vivian and Jenna were roommates and worked at a bank.



Mark announced, "The balcony offers a nice view, and the whirlpool is available."



Jenna said, "That sounds lovely but we haven't any swimwear."



"We're all adults here and don't need swimsuits. I'm game. Is anybody else?"



Jenna and Vivian giggled and said they were okay with it.



Michael laughed, winking at me, "I'm good with it."



Mark said, "There are plenty of towels and some guest robes. You all head out. Jenna, can you assist me? We'll be with you shortly."



Michael said to head out. He would be right behind us.



Vivian and I went out on the balcony. It was a warm spring evening with a gentle, cool breeze. The view of the city was spectacular. The whirlpool was on and looked inviting, with blue and red lighting. It was large and could comfortably accommodate six people.



We wiggled out of our dresses and thongs. I settled into the tub as Vivian stood before stepping into the tub. I marveled at her young, svelte body and milky white complexion. Her long red hair lay upon her shoulders. Her firm, supple breasts with pink areolas and rose-red nipples looked so inviting. She was a natural redhead, as evidenced by the landing strip and a small tuft of red hair on her mons. I know she sensed my attraction; as she entered, our eyes met. I didn't look away, and she noticed. Her emerald green eyes sparkled as she smiled back at me.



Michael arrived with the champagne and glasses. Mark and Jenna joined us with the towels. As the three of them undressed, Vivian and I whistled in appreciation.



Michael's muscled form drew a gasp from Vivian as he stepped into the pool. I had no doubt she admired how well-endowed he was as well. Mark was lean and ripped. He was not as thick and long but a close second. Jenna was stunning as well. A lean, blue-eyed blonde, her firm, full breasts, stood proud as she stepped in and settled next to Mark.



Michael had poured us all a glass of Champagne. Mark and Jenna were in their own world, snuggled together, having a quiet conversation. Before long, they were making out. Even with the swirling water, the in-pool lighting allowed a clear view of their submerged bodies. I noticed Mark's hand on Jenna's thigh, as her hand stroked his cock, oblivious to us as their passion overcame any sense of propriety.



I heard a moan from Vivian as we all couldn't help but watch the two of them. My hand wandered to Michael's cock, and it stood proud as I stroked it. I felt Vivian squirm beside me. I leaned in, kissed Michael, winked, and then turned to Vivian. I placed my free hand on her thigh. She turned to face me as I ran it up her inner thigh. Her eyes alight with arousal, and her plush lips were so inviting.



I longed for those lips as her eyes met my own, reflecting our desire. I turned back to Michael.



He saw the longing in my eyes. "My love, are we okay? If I do this, we do it together. If not, tell me and it ends here."



"Honey, I see the same fire in your eyes you had for Sara. Our time with her was special, as was the passion we all shared. You take the lead, and I will follow."



"Oh, Michael, you would allow this. I love you so much!" I looked into my soulmate's eyes and kissed him passionately.



I turned back to Vivian. She had heard our conversation and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her plush, sweet lips. Our mouths locked as we embraced and savored the passion that started as an ember and burst into a flame of desire.



With my pulse elevated, I pulled back and said, "Vivian, I want nothing more than to make love to you. You're so beautiful, and I cannot deny my attraction to you. Understand that Michael is my world and has agreed to this. He will be part of this experience. Are you okay with that?"



Vivian giggled and said, "My God, yes, I'm attracted to you both. I can see the love you have for each other. I would be thrilled to be allowed to share in your passion."



I heard a chuckle, and Mark and Jenna smiled broadly. I had forgotten they were even there. Jenna giggled and exclaimed, "Wow, guys, that was hot!"



Mark said, "From the sparks going off between you three, the guest bedroom is available. Jenna and I are retiring to the master. Have fun and good night."



They got out and grabbed a couple of towels. Mark looked back and said the pool was on a timer and would shut itself off. They headed inside.



We got out of the pool, grabbed towels, and dried ourselves. I took Vivian's and Michael's hands in mine as we headed into the guest bedroom.



Chapter 4 - Threesome



We entered the bedroom, which had a king bed. I turned to face them. My eyes beheld their nude bodies so fit and sensual. Michael looked at me with a glimmer in his eyes and an adoration that warmed my soul.



I wrapped my arms around both of them for a group hug. Then I stood back and said to Michael, "I got to kiss those sweet lips. It's only fair you do the same. Michael, take hold of her, wrap your arms around that sexy body, and kiss those plush, succulent lips. Don't hold back either of you."



They both hesitated for a moment, looking at me. Then they embraced; their lips met hot and passionate. Vivian melted into his arms, her breast pressed into his chest. Their mouths locked together, tongues dancing.



I walked up behind Michael and wrapped my arms around them both. I grasped his hands and moved them to her firm round ass. Vivian moaned in response.



I whispered in his ear, "I love you, Michael. We do this together. Now feel those firm, supple cheeks. That's it, Lover. Isn't she delightful?" I cooed softly.



I released him and went behind Vivian. Her hands were wrapped around his back. I grasped them and moved them down to Michael's ass. I whispered, "Enjoy the feel of my husband's firm muscular ass. Imagine grasping it as he fucks you with his long thick cock." She moaned into his mouth.



I stepped back as their kiss broke, and they both stood back, their arousal apparent. They looked at me. Michael's erection throbbed, and Vivian's breasts heaved with bated breath. My arousal was intense as my juices flowed.



I stepped between them and embraced Michael. "Are you still okay with this?"



"Yes, tonight we leave our inhibitions behind. As I said, you take the lead. I want to stoke the fire that burns within you."



I grasped his cock. "This tells me that fire already rages within you. I love you, Michael! Thank you for this." I grasped his face and kissed him passionately.



I turned, embraced Vivian, and kissed her plush, sweet lips. When we broke, I turned her so she could face Michael. I stood behind her and ran my lips and tongue along her neck. I felt her body shudder as I nibbled and licked behind her ear. I ran my hands slowly up her lithe body and cupped her swollen breast.



I looked at Michael. He was mesmerized at the sight of the aroused nymph before him. "These are perfection. So firm and yet supple." Vivian gasped in response when my fingers brushed her flushed, hardened nipples.



I reached down and took her right hand and placed it on his erection. "Do you want it?" I asked her.



Vivian dropped to her knees. She took it in both hands. "Oh, yes, I want this! It's so big and thick."



"Show me!" I replied.



She leaned forward, licked the tip, and wrapped her plush lips around the head. Michael groaned, and our eyes met. I winked and blew him a kiss of reassurance.



I was in awe at the sight before me as I watched her worship Michael's cock. She kissed and swirled her tongue along the length of his hardened phallus. Cupping his balls, she sucked each into her mouth as Michael moaned his pleasure.



I stepped forward and kissed his sweet lips, sharing the passion and heat of the moment. I broke the kiss, sat back on the bed, and watched. Her rosy red lips were wrapped around the head. She sucked and swirled her tongue, taking his cock deeper. Vivian gagged slightly, backed off, took a deep breath, lowered back down, and swallowed as he entered her throat.



I was overcome with arousal and slid a finger along my labia, parting my slick folds. I plunged it into my hot, wet depths. I said to her, "That's it, Angel, suck that cock!"



Her hands grasped his ass as Michael began to thrust gently. Vivian sucked and bobbed, drool dripping out the sides of her mouth.



My God, seeing close up my husband's cock thrusting in and out of this nubile beauty's mouth on her knees before him was more than I could bear. I furiously rubbed my clit and plunged three fingers into my hot, wet depths.



"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as the waves of heat rose from within. My body shuddered as I watched Vivian. She sucked and bobbed with more intensity and moaned around his cock as he tensed. She backed off enough to savor the taste. With a guttural howl, he pulsed his seed into her mouth. She swallowed and continued to suck, milking every drop. She pulled back, smiled up at me, and ran her tongue along her lips.



Sated Michael sat back on the bed beside me. He cupped my face in his hands, kissed me tenderly, pulled back, looked deep into my eyes, and, with concern, asked, "You, okay?"



"Oh yes, Love, I wanted to share you with this Angel." I glanced down at Vivian as she knelt before us. "Vivian, join us." She stood and sat beside me.



I looked back at Michael and said, "I love you, Michael; that won't ever change. This is for one night, and I again thank you for indulging me in this pleasure."



Michael smiled, "I love you, Marisa. As we agreed, I'm pleased to allow this. I'm parched and need to get a drink. I'll leave you two for a bit." He chuckled, "Don't have too much fun without me." He stood and winked at us both.



We admired his chiseled frame as he left. I knew he was allowing me time alone with Vivian. I'm so fortunate to have him in my life, and I will never forsake him. I love him even more for allowing this.



I turned and faced Vivian. "Oh my, your so beautiful. Are you still okay with this?"



She replied, "Lord, yes, but you should know, I'm not that experienced. This is my first threesome. I've loved it so far, and Michael is so hot. Not to mention his magnificent cock. You are so lucky to have such a man who obviously adores you."



I noticed the smile and sparkle in her eyes as she praised my husband. I reached up and brushed a strand of hair off her cheek, leaned forward, and kissed her.



With open arms, I moved further onto the bed and said, "Come to me, sweet angel."



We were kneeling facing each other. I was overcome by her beauty. The sparkle in her green eyes and supple full lips. Her lovely, long red hair lay upon the swell of her breasts, the nipples flushed with arousal.



Our breathing quickened as we embraced. I kissed those succulent lips so sweet and tender, and she responded passionately.



Our lips parted, and I gently laid her back. I licked and nibbled my way to her firm, supple breasts as they rose and fell with each breath. I kissed her right nipple, took it into my mouth, sucked, swirled my tongue, and nibbled it tenderly. After a few moments, I drew my lips slowly from around her engorged nipple. She moaned as I focused on her left. The moans grew more intense as I pleasured the nipple and brought it to the peak of arousal.



I kissed and slithered my tongue from her breasts and worked my way to her vulva, leaving a wet trail that shimmered in the soft lamplight. I glanced up, and she looked down at me with fire in her eyes as she spread her legs in anticipation.



I lowered my head between her creamy white thighs. Heat emanated from her moistened pussy as I took in the scent of her arousal. I salivated as I parted her labia, her vagina so inviting. My tongue slithered into her hot pink depths and savored the taste of her sweet nectar.



Vivian's hands grasped my head as she raised her hips and yelled, "My God! Marisa! Oh fuck yes!"



Licking up her slit with my tongue, I drew her engorged clit out into my mouth. I plunged a finger and then two, fucking her hot wet sex as she writhed and bucked, meeting each thrust.



I felt her shudder and exclaim, "I'm going to cum! Oh fuck!"



I replaced my fingers with my mouth as she released and savored her sweet juices. She continued to writhe in the throes as I lay alongside her. We cuddled as her orgasm subsided and kissed, sharing the taste of her essence on my lips.



"Now that's a sight!" Michael had returned with bottled water.



Vivian and I giggled as we broke the kiss and sat up. I replied, "You like what you see?"



He sat on the edge and handed us the water. We drank, grateful to slake our thirst.



He answered with a wry smile, "Two beautiful sexually charged nude women lying before me. No, not all." He chuckled and got up and turned as if to leave.



I winked at Vivian and said, "Oh well, we'll just resume without you then."



He turned and laughed, "Haha, very funny."



We both noticed his erection, and Vivian gasped in response. I said, "Enough with the teasing, bring it here, lover!"



I created space between us and patted the bed, beckoning him to join us. "We'll take good care of you, honey."



Michael crawled up on the bed and knelt before us. His engorged cock throbbed. I leaned forward and licked the length. Vivian joined me as we shared his cock with our lips and tongues.



Michael lay between us, and I backed off as Vivian wrapped her lips around it, taking him in. I climbed up and straddled his face reverse cowgirl. "Eat me, Michael. I need your tongue to work its magic," as I lowered my hot, wet creamy pussy onto his mouth. Vivian was bobbing on his cock.



"Oh fuck, yes," I said as Michael's tongue worked my clit and probed my inner depths.



Vivien straddled Michael. Grasped his cock as she poised above, guiding it to her sex. Her vaginal lips wrapped around the head as she lowered her moist, wet pussy onto his throbbing member. Fully impaled, she exclaimed, "My god, yes!"



Vivian's eyes were alight with pleasure as she began to rise and fall on his magnificent phallus. Michael's hands grasped her ass as he thrust upwards. Their pace was slow and easy as she adjusted to his size.



Michael's mouth and tongue were so skilled at pleasuring my soaked vagina, along with watching Vivian's look of ecstasy riding Michael; it was nirvana. I leaned into Vivian, and we kissed as we writhed with pleasure on my Husband. I could feel the heat rising, sending waves through me.



Their pace had quickened as Vivian bucked and writhed, her head thrashed, and her hair swung wildly about as her breast bounced on her chest. Her body glistened with sweat as she wailed, "Fuck me! Oh, God yes. It's so big, I love it!"



"That's it, angel, cum on my sweet husband's cock." Her eyes fluttered open briefly, and she smiled at me and then leaned back as she succumbed to the waves of pleasure.



With Michal thrusting as Vivian neared orgasm, she froze, and her eyes rolled back as her body shuddered. I could feel my own welling up from deep within. She cried out, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"



Michael's mouth and tongue had me at the precipice. Her outcry sent me plummeting over the edge. "Fuck yes!" I yelled, and the lights went out as I released, flooding his mouth. I writhed in the throes as he hungrily lapped my nectar. The sensations were too much as I rolled off him and sat back, regaining my senses.



Michael grasped Vivian and rolled her onto her knees. I knew his ability to hold off, and with his stamina, he was far from done.



Michael hesitated and looked me in the eyes as if asking for permission. I nodded, winked, and mouthed, "I love you."



The beast had been released. She was in for the fuck of her life. Michael lined up and plunged balls deep into her slick velvet sheath.



"Oh, fuck yes!" she yelled as he fucked her hard and deep. She writhed, bucked, and wailed, her speech unintelligible.



I watched with utter fascination and marveled at my Adonis. I knew the pleasure she was receiving from him and, for a moment, had a pang of envy. I wondered if this was my way of reliving our special time with Sara. I had agreed to this, and Michael had never given me a reason to doubt his love and commitment.

However, I was conflicted. Was it right for me to desire a woman and deny Michael the same? I had no need or desire for another man. Michael fulfilled me in every way.



I was shaken from my reverie by a guttural roar like a feral animal and a shriek. Michael and Vivian's coupling had reached a crescendo, culminating in an incredible orgasm. I watched as their sweat-soaked bodies parted.



They both crawled up. Vivian laid her head on my lap. I pet her head, running my fingers through her hair as she purred like a contented kitten.



Michael snuggled up and kissed me tenderly, "I love you, Marisa, you're my one and only; don't ever doubt it."



At that moment, all was right with my world.



The End.