A lot (or maybe a vocal few) have asked ‘and then?’ And then along came John…no that’s a very old song. And then we went to bed, but not sleep. Jane and I stumbled into my bedroom, still nude, and more or less fell into each other. There was a lot of kissing and a lot of hand play. Nipples were tweaked, bums were rubbed and clits were stroked. This girl came. A lot. Jane came too, less frequently but more intensely when she did. Eventually Jane worked her way to going down on me and it was wonderful. I told her to hold on a tick and flipped around so we could 69. I don’t have a lot of experience eating pussy, I mean I’ve GOT one and I’m still not entirely sure what to do, so, when in doubt, do what you like having done to you. Luckily neither of us are shy about vocalizing when something feels good so I eventually figured things out and got her off. She had a nice, loud orgasm. Her pussy pulses when she cums hard which was kinda cool. I mean mine feels like it’s pulsing when I cum but I’m told if anything shows it’s pretty subtle, hers was right there. I had a nice loud one myself and we called it a night. We put on our PJs and snuggled up for sleep. We did a lot of talking first, including discussion on our ‘situation’ as a couple and as a threesome. While the couch BJ was the second time we had engaged in threesome activities, my hubs had not put his P in her V. We decided it would stay that way, that was what we both felt most comfortable with. We had some frank discussion along the lines of while she found my husband attractive, she wasn’t ‘interested’ in him as a sex partner per se, he was part of ‘me’ and so was fine with including him but her ‘type’ at this point didn’t include having a penis. So while I was maybe ¾ straight she was ¾ gay. Which was kinda interesting. So we agreed: Oral was fine, kissing was fine, hands were fine, but no hand-holding and no penetration other than oral. As to her and I, we were what we had always been, ‘kissing cousins’ – we were just kissing more of each other than most haha. Sorry but I’m not going to share the more personal details of our conversation.
We slept in a little the next morning. Hubs was quiet leaving but I heard him but was able to fall back to sleep. We woke up a little later and Jane was snuggle-fucky ie snuggling turned into her hands roaming and her trying to kiss me. I’ve a thing about not kissing until I’ve had a chance to brush my teeth so I put her off, which I think annoyed her a little. We got up and I made tea. We decided that COVID be dammed we were going to walk around the Arboretum so we would get dressed and pick up something to eat on the way for breakfast. I got into the shower and maybe 3 minutes later Jane climbed into it with me. I had thought she was going to use the one in the spare bath.
“I’ll wash your back,” she said, taking the bath puff out of my hand.
I turned around and she soaped up my shoulders and down my back and it felt lovely, the puff and her hand sliding over my skin lower and lower to my butt. I love having my butt rubbed. Always have. She knows that. She’s rubbing it and soaping the crack and suddenly she’s pinning me against the wall of the shower (which, BTW was cold!) with her body and I feel her finger on my asshole. The funny thing is Jane is at least 3 inches shorter than me. It feels weird to be dommed by someone that much smaller than you are but boom, I gasped and suddenly my pelvis feels 3 times thicker than it was as I get that arousal flush.
She forces a finger into me (didn’t really have to force as the soap was pretty slick but she did it forcefully) and growls in my ear, “I hope you brushed your teeth.”
She starts finger-fucking my ass roughly and works another finger in.
“Rub yourself,” she tells me and I reach down and rub my clit. It feels like she’s got her whole hand in my ass (I later learn it was three fingers) and I’m on the edge of cumming but the pain keeps me from tipping over the edge.
“Are you gonna cum?” she askes in my ear.
“Oh God I can’t,” I sobbed.
She reaches around with her other hand and her fingers join mine on my clit. That was enough to send me over and I cum crying against the wall. She pulls her fingers out of me, turns me around and kisses me hard. We rinse the soap off us both and she takes me by the hand out of the shower.
“Come on, I need you to get me off!”
I grab some towels on the way to the bedroom. She lays back and opens her legs in invitation. I know what she wants so I lay between them and give her the attention she’s craving. I have a better idea what she likes now and focus on using my tongue as I had the night before. I figure from her attention to my own ass that it’s something she likes herself so I slip a finger into her bottom. It’s plenty slick from saliva and her own juices. I’m rewarded with a groan so I assume I’ve guessed correctly. I bring her off but don’t ease off after she’s cum. Doubling down, I bring her off again and she’s hugely vocal as she cums again, pushing my head away and thrashing.
We laugh at each other and kiss some more. Eventually we got dressed and walked the Arboretum as planned. We stopped at a bakery on the way home and got a fresh loaf of Italian bread for open-faced turkey sandwiches for dinner. We wanted a nice meal ready for Hubs when he got home so he could then enjoy the dessert we had planned.