“I nearly got into a car accident on the way here,” Darren says, pulling at his tie.
“What?” Nadia and I scream.
She doesn’t stop moving her fingers inside me, so I might moan around that scream, and my eyes might be rolling back into my head a little bit, making it hard to glare at him, but like… I try. This is a very hard multitasking situation. I’m doing the best I can.
“It wasn’t my fault,” Darren calls, unbuttoning his shirt now. “Someone ran a red light, and I hit my brakes. Thankfully, there was no one behind me, but all I could think about was what if there had been? What if I’d had to stop and call the cops? I might have never made it here! So then I was driving slow as hell, nervous about someone else almost hitting me. That’s why it took me so long.”
I grab Nadia’s wrist and shiver around her fingers for a second. I need to glare at Darren properly. “What if you had been hurt!?” I scream. No moan this time, thank you very much.
Darren’s hand freezes on his belt, and his eyebrows bunch together as he looks at me. Nadia turns, and she and I are so close that I can see the concern there. She slips her fingers from my pussy and grabs my hip with her wet hand, pulling me close.
“It’s okay,” she says. “He’s okay.”
“But—”
“I’m fine, sweetheart,” Darren says.
And it’s the first time he’s called me any kind of term of endearment, and I’m mush.
I fall back on the bed and look up at the ceiling, which begins to shimmer as my eyes start to water.
“Jourdan?” Nadia whispers, wrapping her arms around me.
“Jourdan,” Darren calls. I feel the bed depress as he crawls onto it, moving over me, kissing my stomach, and then wrapping himself around my other side, his arm covering my ribs, just below his wife’s.
I close my eyes. “I think my period is coming soon,” I whisper. “I don’t know why I’m crying. This is not how tonight was supposed to go.”
“You keep saying that,” Nadia says.
“Oh, she said it to you too?”
“She said it to you?”
“Yeah.”
“I can hear you,” I mumble.
“Can you?” Darren asks, brushing the tear track from the side of my face with his thumb. “Because I’m right here, and nothing happened to me.”
“And I keep telling you how much we want to be with you,” Nadia adds.
“I’ve told her that as well!” Darren exclaims.
“Yes, yes, yes, blah, blah, blah,” I say, keeping my eyes closed now mostly so they can’t see me rolling them. “You’re an adorable married couple who are on the same page. I get it.”
Darren’s hand glides over my stomach, and I shiver between them. “You don’t,” he says. “And that’s okay. You will.”
“Oh my God,” I groan.
He’s only just grazed my mound, but all of a sudden, I remember that Nadia and I are naked, and Darren is not. I open my eyes and glare at him. I move my hand to his cotton-covered groin.
“How are you going to get through to me if you’re wearing clothes?”
“She means how are you going to fuck her with your boxers on, babe,” Nadia echoes.
“I mean exactly that, thank you. Shit.”
Darren pushes a finger inside me, and my hips arch up from the bed. “In the same way you were fucking her,” he says.
“That’s a good point,” Nadia breathes, rolling my nipple between her fingers slowly and sensually.
I don’t have words for the way I feel about them talking over me while their hands spin me higher into a cloud of lust, but I want this feeling tattooed on my skin.
“Did you taste her yet?” Darren asks.
I whine and assume Nadia shakes her head because I don’t hear her speak. But I whine again when Darren’s fingers leave my pussy and brush my clit. I open my eyes to bat them at him, naturally, but I can only watch with rapt attention as he lifts his wet fingers to his wife’s mouth.
I hold my breath again, waiting while Nadia spreads her lips demurely. Until his hand is close. Until we can all smell my pussy on his fingers, and then she shoves her tongue out greedily.
“Fuck,” I whisper when the pads of Darren’s fingers press onto her tongue and are covered by Nadia’s lips.
I watch, gasping, whining, squirming between them while she sucks the taste of me from his fingers. “Okay, I’m not crying anymore. I’m ready. Fuck, someone get inside of me already!”
Nadia grabs Darren’s wrist, and they both look down at me while she keeps slowly sucking his fingers.
“Please?” I beg.
“Did you decide where you want my husband’s dick next?” she asks.
Darren grunts and shoves his dick into my hip.
I nod eagerly, looking from her eyes to his. “I want to be on my back with you on my face.”
We all let out the same deep, desperate grunt.
I love how careful we are with one another.
Darren’s butterfly kisses up my legs, his fingers massaging my thighs.
The way Nadia carefully scoots up the bed and then caresses my cheeks before she brackets my head with her knees.
The “please” that falls from my lips when Darren sucks my clit into his mouth, and I run my hand over his perfectly smooth bald head. The loving way I grip Nadia’s ass cheeks to pull her inch by inch onto my waiting tongue.
That’s about it, though. Once her pussy is covering my face and the head of Darren’s dick pushes inside me, we’re much less gentle with one another, but I think we’d all agree that it was an A for effort type of situation.
I’ve had six threesomes before. I highly rate the experiences, but I’ll have to dock each and every one of them a few points after tonight.
That one time I let two of my TA’s DP me in college mere minutes after final grades posted really can’t compete with Darren’s fingers digging into my hips, holding me still while he fucks me so hard the mattress is banging against the headboard screwed to the wall. And that one time my ex and I drunkenly hooked up with her roommate on New Year’s Eve only to break up the next day — ending our relationship on the highest note, as far as I’m concerned — doesn’t top Nadia leaking into my mouth while she rides my tongue.
Because nothing can top the way Darren and Nadia whisper to one another while they chase their pleasure on top of me.
“Do you like that?” he asks her.
She yelps as I bite gently into her clit. “Oh my God, baby.”
“Is she eating you good, honey?”
“Yes. Yes. I bet her pussy is so fucking tight around you.”
“She’s like a vice,” he grunts, shoving his hands under my ass and lifting me up, fucking into me at a new angle. His wife’s pussy muffles my cry. “She likes that, baby.”
“I like how it feels when she moans against my pussy, baby,” Nadia whines. “Make her scream. Please.”
God, and when he gives her what she wants. When he bends over my body, his fists punching into the bed while his hips slam into mine. When he sucks her nipples into his mouth. When her wet walls flutter around my tongue. When he makes me scream into her pussy over and over again.
When I think I’m going to drown in her come, and I cross my ankles behind his ass to make sure that he can’t stop. That he keeps fucking me harder.
That we’re all in this together.
When we come so hard, we black out almost immediately after.
Yeah, nothing I’ve experienced before can top this.