We spent the night. That was weird.
Gwen and Lissa shared a bed while I got one all to myself. Lissa cried herself to sleep while Gwen held her.
It wasn’t the evening that any of us had planned.
I was woken up the next morning by a warm body getting into bed next to me.
I felt a feminine hand on the outside of my underwear, the only thing I had worn to sleep in not having brought pajamas because we were supposed to have wild sex all night.
“Let me make up for last night.”
It wasn’t my wife’s voice. It was Lissa’s.
Her hand went into my underwear. I was hard in the space of two heartbeats.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her.
She silenced me with a kiss.
It was then I realized she was already naked. She pushed down my underwear and got on top of me.
My cock was rubbing along the length of her slit which was already hot and wet.
I had only been half awake at that point, but her movements got me fully awake. In the room’s dim light I looked over at the other bed where Gwen was supposed to be sleeping.
Gwen was awake. She smiled happily at me and said, “I got her ready for you. Go ahead.”
I didn’t have much of a choice. Lissa angled her hips, rubbed on me for another moment, and then I slipped inside her. My hands went to her tits and she smiled at me. “Not too hard,” she instructed.
I pinched her nipples good and hard.
She gasped and then groaned. Her pussy tightened up on my cock.
“Hey!” Gwen complained about my over-aggressiveness.
“Ohh…it’s so good,” said Lissa as she continued to ride me. Gwen was already up and out of the other bed. I couldn't remember if she and Lissa had gone to bed with any clothing on or not, but she was naked now.
Pausing at the edge of the bed, Gwen kneeled on the floor and watched us for a moment. “It’s so fucking hot,” she said and kissed me.
“Want to join us?” I asked her.
“I thought you’d never ask,” said Gwen as she got on the bed.
We had talked about this before. While we didn’t think we’d be able to pull it off with Lissa and Josh, we had hopes.
With Josh gone, it was a done deal.
My wife sat on my face, pressing her pussy down so that I was all but smothered. She was facing my feet so she was facing Lissa as my ex-girlfriend continued to ride my cock. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but I was certain they were exchanging kisses and a whole lot more. Gwen had said she admired Lissa’s big tits and couldn’t wait to play with them again.
As for me, I was nothing more than a cock and a mouth with a pair of hands attached. Gwen rode my face. Lissa rode my cock. I was able to reach up and caress their bodies, but not much else. That was fine. I was living the dream and reality didn’t need to impose itself on me.
Lissa came on my cock, probably with some assistance from my wife. I didn’t get Gwen to cum just from eating her pussy. But that was okay. After I came in Lissa, the women got off me and Lissa proceeded to eat out my wife.
I felt a little inadequate when Lissa made Gwen cum, but I was too spent to care.
Lissa broke up with Josh. That wasn’t a surprise. She told us that he was insistent that he was dumping her because she was a sick pervert. From her perspective, she got rid of him because he was abusive.
She never gave us details but I got the impression he had hit her more than once. It was good she was rid of him.
What followed was a very strange point in my life. Gwen and I felt we had a strong marriage.
But every marriage has stresses. Having a third partner enter the equation didn’t make things easier or simpler.
Lissa continued to live with her parents and her daughter, but she was over at our place all the time.
I had sex with her more times than I could count.
Gwen had sex with her more times than I could count.
It wasn’t like we had a formal triad or anything like that, but Lissa was using us as a safe harbor after her disastrous relationship with Josh.
What we wanted was to truly start swinging with other couples, but for the moment we were willing to just play with our threesome.
And then things got really complicated.