Threesome Erotica
"Shadows" a sex story by Jake Clarke
He opened his eyes and saw dim shadows. So quiet. That impossibly deep silence of a mid summer night, air heavy with still heat. The only sound was gentle breathing at his side. Not one rhythmic rise and fall of breath. But two.
He blinked, otherwise holding perfectly motionless lest he disturb one of them. He had fallen asleep, but only for a few minutes. And soon images of the past hour or so rolled rapidly through his mind. He wanted to laugh. But instead smirked silently. Much fun.
Shapes became just slightly more distinct as he focused, but the edges were still blurred. His wife was there. Maggie. He could see her hand resting on her bare stomach. The curve of her breast. Her face in profile. And closer to him, a swath of dark hair across his pillow. Darker still than the shadows around them. He wanted to raise his arm, to stroke those locks. He knew that if he reached into that blur of warm shadow, somewhere there he would find the back of Jayne's neck.
His eyes scanned down the form of the sleeping woman lying between him and his wife. Jayne lay on her side, her back to him. Her skin so fair that the fascinating shape of her hip shone rather clearly. He stared at it a long time. A perfect arrangement of gently curving lines. So new, this woman. Lying here, in his bed. Next to his wife. He smirked again.
His mind played over the sensation of making love to his wife not fifteen minutes ago. One arm around the small of Maggie's back as he pumped into her. The fingers of his other hand tangled in Jayne's hair at the base of her neck, pulling her face close to him. The sensation of his wife's wet pussy around his cock and Jayne's wet mouth kissing him hard. The two women pressing together. It had been hard to tell where one began and the other ended. "Fuck us both," Maggie had moaned. And, in that remarkable instant, it had felt just as though he were.
He let out a slight huff and stifled his laughter. He wanted to let them sleep. And yet, the night was nearly gone. Jayne would want to be going soon.
As he returned his attention to her, contemplating how to wake her, he noticed the thin black strap of her panties and he felt something stir between his legs. What had Jayne said last time? That one of her deepest fantasies was to be woken in the middle of the night by a lover's cock pushing into her from behind? To make love in a dreamlike state between sleep and waking?
He smiled. Perhaps he could tap into that fantasy easily enough.
He rolled slightly towards her, pushing up on one elbow. Then bent down and began lightly kissing her back. He felt her stir. His fingers ran along her hip and she let out something like a purr.
Then, reaching around her stomach, he pressed his cock against her ass. The sensation of her satin panties against his cock was fantastic, and he felt himself grow even harder. And in that moment, he heard her breath catch. That sound he had come to know. A moment of surprise and a surrender to pleasure.
Now she was moving her hips against him. So good, those satin panties. And he knew what she was imagining. The fantasy could not be fully played out, of course. They had agreed that he would not be in her, no matter how much the three of them mutually wanted it. All games had their rules and boundaries. But with her ass pushing against him like that, faster and faster, and that wonderful satin caressing his cock, it certainly felt like he was fucking her.
The thought of it thrilled him, and he knew she was thinking it too. How badly he wanted to rip off those satin panties and really take her. Just push into her, filling her pussy with his cock. But the wanting of it, and imagining that she wanted it too, was pleasurable in its own way.
She was really grinding on him hard now and it felt so good, he imagined it would be possible to come just like this. And although he thought it might shock her, he couldn't help but feel even more excitement at the unexpected image flashing in his mind of his cum spraying across the small of her back.
He moaned rather loudly and Jayne suddenly turned, rolling over to face him. She was still for a moment. In the darkness, he could see she was looking into his eyes.
Right, he thought, trying to calm himself. This was just supposed to a little flirtation to cap off the night. She needs to go. You conjured the fantasy and that was fun. But it's awfully late.
Then, to his surprise, she suddenly moved down. And then her lips were around his cock, her warm mouth swallowing him deep.
He moaned louder this time, his legs writhing. So good. Her lips moving up and down around his shaft. God, he thought. So good.
And then he heard stirring from Maggie's direction and noticed that she was awake, watching them. He felt a flicker of embarrassment, then a deeper sensation of arousal knowing that his wife had been watching her swallow him.
"It is so hot to wake up and see another woman sucking my husband's cock," Maggie said softly. The sound of her voice made him harder still.
Jayne seemed to like the notion as well, moving faster, sucking harder.
"I only wish," Maggie said, "that I could wake up to see him fucking you."
He felt Jayne moan.
Looking towards Maggie, he saw that she had her hand between her legs. Her arousal made him want so badly to come.
"I'd like to see him spread your legs apart," Maggie said, "and push into you. I know he's thinking about it. I know he's thinking about your pussy now."
Just then Jayne started doing something wonderful with her tongue, licking hard right on his most sensitive spot. He felt an enormous surge of pleasure that permeated every part of him.
"Yes, Jayne," he breathed, "Just like that. Oh, God..."
"I love hearing you talking to her," Maggie said.
He reached down to grasp a handful of Jayne's long curls. She continued to lick hard, his cock deep in her throat. And he felt something build deep inside. Knew his wife was watching intently as another woman was about to make him come. It thrilled him so that she was aroused by it. That she wanted it as badly as he did.
With a shudder, he felt his cock throb over and over as he came in Jayne's mouth. "Yes, Jayne," he moaned, riding the climax, gripping her hair tightly. She sucked gently now, swallowing his cum.
"That's good," Maggie sighed. "Oh, that's good."
As the wave subsided, he let out a loud breath. Jayne was still licking the end of his cock softly. He sighed, melting with the feeling of it.
Then Jayne sat up and he could see that she was smiling. She turned to Maggie.
"You could make a living, you know, with that talk."
Originally published October 2007 - "Kink"