Linda Alvarez - The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes

“She’s not doing anything to me; she’s simply holding on to my waist and riding my fingers. I want to add more, but the angle’s all wrong. She hasn’t touched me at all; my nipples are hard and tender against my shirt, and I want to adjust my cock so that the base of it gives me friction, but I don’t want to let go of her. But, it’s enough; because you’re watching me, watching us, and your eyes are avid and intent, and now you’re undoing the button on your jeans. You’re shy; you don’t want Suzie to see you, but I can see everything. You’re wearing-”

“Simple black cotton panties. Unlike Suzie, I didn’t dress for the occasion. They’re old, and the waistband is a little loose, so I can work my fingers down to my pussy without pushing my jeans down further. My thighs are straining the denim apart, but it’s enough. I’ve got a finger on my clit. You can’t see my pussy, but you know what I’m doing, you know how I like to touch myself.”

My eyes were closed to the rhythm of our words. Peta’s thighs were hot underneath my cheek, and her own musky scent filled my nose, blending with the tang of grass clippings. I knew — I hadn’t forgotten — that we were in one of Denver’s busiest parks, but it was mattering less and less. I wanted to turn my face into her pussy, pull down her shorts, spread her thighs and push my nose into her thatch, my tongue into the folds and crevices of her cunt and suck and slurp and drown in her juices. But, even in the words she was weaving, Peta knew me well; public sex just wasn’t my thing. So, I pressed my thighs tightly together, so that the pressure grew, and continued. “I know you want to fuck her, but there’s no way to move into the bedroom without breaking the spell. So-”

“I decide to take her there, on the floor, on the only rug in the whole apartment, in front of the wide window that overlooks downtown. So, slowly, I withdraw my fingers from her cunt. She mews a little in disappointment, but she’s looking at me with wide eyes, waiting to see what happens next. Her cheeks are flushed, the pinkness creeps down the front of her T-shirt. She still hasn’t touched me, she won’t touch me, that’s too much for her right now. But it doesn’t matter. I’ll get my own pleasure, and your eyes watching me all the way will bring me there.

“I step back from her, and yank my T-shirt over my head, kick off my sandals, and push my shorts and jocks down, so that I’m naked in front of her. She may not want to touch me yet, but I want there to be no mistake as to whom she is fucking. My cock springs free, hard and needy. Her hands rise, and her fingers flutter in front of my breasts. She’s wanting to touch, but hasn’t the confidence. It’s irking me a little; she’s all take and no give, this woman. So I curve a hand behind her head and press it to my breast. Her nose bumps my nipple, she gasps, and hesitates, but now my nipple is at her lips, and she opens her mouth, sucks me in, tongues me, then suckles harder.

“Your eyes meet mine, over her head, and I wonder what you’re thinking, seeing another woman touch me, suckle me, the first in our five years together.”

“Part of me wants to scream and drag her off you, kick her perfect little pink bi-curious butt out of our apartment, but most of me wants to see you fuck her, make her scream and shudder around your cock. And now, I’m touching my own nipple under my top, flicking it in time to her suckling. But she’s still dressed. I want to see more than her panties. Get her naked. Now!”

“Yes, ma’am! I push her away from me, and shuck the skirt off her like the husk of an ear of corn. She stands passively, raising her arms to let me pull her shirt over her head. Her bra matches her panties — she definitely dressed with this in mind. But I don’t stop to admire then, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull hard.

“She gives a little strangled cry; the panties must be digging into her sensitive pussy before the material gives way, but I don’t stop, and there’s a loud rip. I toss her ruined panties to one side, and she’s naked, looking up at me with pleading eyes. I hesitate; I know she wants me to kiss her, but it’s you I’m thinking of. A kiss at this moment is such an intimate act, I don’t know if you want me to kiss her.”

“Kiss her,” I order. My eyes are still closed, but Washington Park has faded to a distant background buzz. It’s just me, Peta and the ethereal Suzie, in the living room of our apartment.

“So I kiss her and she responds with gratitude. She wants the romance as well as the sex. She tastes of bourbon, so different from you. But kisses aren’t enough-”

“Fuck her. Take her now.”

“I direct her hand to my cock. She’s now so far gone that she grasps it eagerly then strokes up and down the shaft. I push my hand on her shoulder, and she sinks to the floor underneath my touch. I kneel over her, part her soft white thighs with one hand. She’s wet; I can see her pussy lips shining. Her pussy hair is so blonde and fine that at first I think she’s shaved herself. She has sparse, soft hair, like a young girl.”

“Do you go down on her?”

“I think about it, but I can see you, and your fingers working away underneath your panties. Your face is red, and your breath is hitching in your throat. I know you’re about to come, and I want to see that. So no, I don’t. I kneel between her thighs-”

“Which way are you facing? Can she see me?”

“I’m looking directly at you, over her head. If she turned her head to one side she could see you, but she doesn’t. Her gaze is fixed on me, looming over her, cock in hand.”

“And then-”

“I fuck her.”

Oh God. Washington Park was gone, gone, gone, and my entire being was focused on our apartment and what we were doing — would do? may do? — there.

“I enter her with one sure thrust,” continued Peta, “and she clutches my shoulder and pants into my face. Her other hand reaches around, underneath her thigh, to feel my cock and how it fits inside her. I start to move, and every thrust rubs my cock on my clit. It won’t take much until I come.

“I rise up and reach between our bodies, find her clit and rub. And she comes. Just like that, clenching down on my cock, shuddering underneath me, her pretty white teeth biting her bottom lip. Her body goes limp; she lies as flaccid as a wet towel. She’s not a giving lover, but I don’t care. My eyes meet yours over her head-”

“You thrust harder, faster, until her whole body is shaking with the force of it. It must be uncomfortable for her — your cock is thick and long — and the force of your pounding must be hurting her, but you don’t stop. Because you’re about to come-”

“And your fingers are working frantically, and your face is flushed and your hair is wet with sweat. Any moment now-”

“I come. It’s a long, hard, shuddering climax, my body jackknifes double, and my thighs are rigid. And I scream, uncaring of Suzie, great gulps of air, forcibly exhaled-”

“I’m coming with you. My final thrusts are almost savage, but I’m coming hard, deep into Suzie. She whimpers underneath me. I stroke her hair gently from her brow, soothing her with incoherent murmurs, but my eyes are still locked on you, and how beautiful you look in the low light, your sweaty hair over your face. And now it’s over, doubt sets in. My eyes plead with you for reassurance-”

“I smile. It’s OK. Suzie lies forgotten underneath you, and you and I communicate with our eyes. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I opened my eyes, back in the real world, Washington Park swimming back into focus. Peta loomed above me, her hand knotted in the fabric of my T-shirt, taut with the spell of our words. She kissed me, her tongue running in demand around my mouth. I could smell her excitement in the cradle of her thighs, the waves of musk that permeated her shorts.