Different Circles

They all used the towels to dry themselves off and then tossed them in the bathtub as well. Celia then led them into the bedroom once more. They closed all the blinds and turned on the lights. Celia tuned the radio to a soft-rock station and adjusted the volume to a low-to-moderate background level. The three of them then turned and looked at each other, indecisive about how to begin things.

Laura finally made the first move. She walked over to her husband, pressed her naked body against his, and pulled his head down for a kiss. It was a kiss of passion, their tongues swirling together while her hand slid down and grasped his erection gently, stroking it up and down a few times. She then broke the kiss and let go of him. She turned to Celia and walked over to her.

“Your turn,” she said softly, holding out her arms.

Celia stepped into them. They held each other tightly and Laura pulled Celia’s face to hers. A moment later, they were kissing each other, their tongues in each other’s mouth while their breasts pushed together. Laura slid her hands around to Celia’s backside and grasped her butt cheeks, feeling them, caressing them. Jake watched them, his excitement rising, but wondering what that etiquette was here. Should he go join the embrace? Or should he wait until he was directed to do something?

Again, Laura showed the way. She broke her embrace with Celia and then guided her over to Jake. “Now,” she said, looking at both of them, “it’s your turn.”

Jake and Celia looked at each other for a moment, both of them nervous, both excited. They did not move until Laura put her hands on their backs and prodded them forward. And then their naked bodies were against each other. Jake felt the press of her hard nipples against his chest, the touch of her bare thighs against his, the exquisite sensation of his erection pushing again the soft skin of her pubis. He saw lust in her eyes as they looked at each other, but love as well. His own expression mirrored hers.

“Go ahead,” Laura whispered, excitement quite plain in her voice. “Kiss each other. You know you want to.”

They did want to and, now that they had been given official permission, they did so. Jake put his mouth to Celia’s and they kissed lustfully, passionately. Celia, he was reminded, was a very good kisser, with soft, pouty lips and a slippery tongue that she used skillfully. She tasted of green tea and smelled of chlorine, though he was now beginning to catch the odor of her arousal drifting up to compete.

“Yes,” Laura half whispered, half moaned. “This is so fucking hot. I knew it would be.”

When their kiss broke, Laura put her hands between them and pried them apart. She pointed to the bed and looked at her husband. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s make her feel good.”

“Okay,” Jake said, a little breathless.

They laid Celia down on the bed on her back and went to work on her as a team. Jake kissed her some more while stroking her stomach. Laura kissed her neck and then worked her way down to her breasts. She took the left nipple into her mouth and began to suckle it while her hands stroked up and down Celia’s thighs, staying well clear of the junction between them for the time being. Jake then broke contact with her mouth and kissed his way downward, nibbling on her earlobe for a moment and then following her jawline downward onto her shoulder. He licked her armpit for moment, finding that this was a particularly erogenous zone for her.

“Madres de Dios,” she moaned as she felt his tongue there.

He kept it up for a few moments and then continued his journey south, soon arriving at her right breast. He began to suckle her, letting her feel the sheer bliss of having both nipples sucked simultaneously. She put her hands to the back of their heads and pulled them tighter. Laura, meanwhile, let her hand drift upward and finally slide along Celia’s inner thighs. Celia opened her legs widely as she felt this.

“Touch me, Teach,” she pleaded. “Please!”

Laura did not deny her. She slid her fingers into a dripping wet warmth and felt Celia clutching desperately at her. She raised her head from Celia’s nipple and looked her in the eye.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered. “Are we turning you on?”

“Si,” Celia panted. “Very much.”

“I bet you’d like my husband to fuck you now, wouldn’t you?”

Celia moaned but not reply.

“Wouldn’t you?” Laura asked, giving her a particularly hard thrust with her fingers.

“Yes,” Celia said. “I want him to fuck me! Please, let him fuck me!”

Laura looked at Jake, a lustful smile on her face. “You heard the lady,” she said. “Fuck her good.”