Different Circles

Jake fucked her good. He positioned himself between her legs and, for the first time since that night in Portland years before, slid his manhood into a woman other than Laura. It felt incredible. He kept on his knees while he thrust in and out of her so Laura could access Celia’s upper body to her heart’s content. And access it she did. She watched his member go in and out of her for a few moments and then, still laying on Celia’s left, began to kiss her again, deep tongue swirling kisses of feminine lust. She did this for a minute or so and then broke the kiss and adjusted her body so her head was close to where Jake’s penis was sliding in and out of her.

“She smells soooo good, sweetie,” Laura told him.

He nodded, almost incapable of speech at the moment. He was actually fucking Celia while his wife was kissing and sucking and stroking her. Was this shit really happening? Or was this a dream he was going to wake up from?

“I want to taste her,” Laura said next. “Give me a taste.”

Jake pulled his erection out of Celia’s body—she moaned almost painfully at its withdrawal—and then twisted his hips to the right. Laura leaned forward and slurped him into her mouth, sucking all of Celia’s juices off of him.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when was finished. “She tastes good too. Carry on.”

Jake slid back inside of her and resumed thrusting. Laura repositioned again and put her tongue back in Celia’s mouth, allowing her to taste herself. Celia kissed her back frantically, sucking on her tongue like it was an erection.

Jake had to use every mental block in his inventory to keep his orgasm at bay long enough for Celia to have one. The sheer eroticism of what was occurring here, the sight of his pregnant wife tongue-kissing and suckling on Celia Valdez, and the sensation of his cock in an unfamiliar vagina, his hands touching an unfamiliar body, his nose inhaling unfamiliar pheromones, all served to put him on edge almost from the first stroke. But he hung in there by sheer willpower until Celia began to pant, until her skin began to flush, until she began to thrust erratically back at him while shouting out guttural Spanish profanity

“That’s it, C!” Laura encouraged between sucks of Celia’s nipples. “Come for us! Come for us!”

She came for them, shouting it out to the world. Jake was right behind her. He finally let the mental block down and shot an incredibly large load into her still spasming body.

“Yes!” Laura cried as she witnessed this. “Put it all inside of her! All of it! And then I’m going to suck it back out!”

“Madres de Dios, Teach,” Celia panted. “That’s so fucking hot!”

“Yeah,” Laura agreed.

Jake pulled himself out of her and stood back on the floor. Laura quickly crawled between her still spread legs and put her face down into her dripping crotch. She drove her tongue up inside of Celia, licking and slurping and gathering as much of her husband’s spend as she could.

“Oh my God,” Celia moaned. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“If it’s a dream,” Jake said, “it’s the best one I’ve ever had.”

While Laura continued to lick and suck between Celia’s legs, Jake leaned down and shared another deep, lustful kiss with her. They did this for a few minutes and then Celia pulled back. She looked in his eyes. “Go kiss her,” she told him. “And then come back and kiss me some more.”

Jake smiled and did as he was told. He moved his head down her body, stopping for a second at her nipple to have a quick suckle, and then watched his wife licking and sucking her swollen sex. He gently lifted her head up and then kissed her, tasting Celia’s juices on her tongue.

“Do you want a little lick?” Laura asked.

“Sure,” he said. He leaned down and licked up and down her slippery lips for a few seconds.

“Ohhhhh, Jesus!” Celia moaned.

He raised his head up, tongue kissed Laura again for a few moments, and then let her get back to work. He went back to the north and put his mouth on Celia’s once again. She kissed him desperately, sucking on his tongue to get every last bit of her own flavor.

Celia had her second orgasm a few minutes later. It rippled through her as Laura sucked on her clitoris and Jake kissed and bit her neck. When the spasms for that finally died down, Celia, now sweaty, flushed, and smelling quite strongly of her juices, sat up and then stood. Now it was she who pointed to the bed.

“Lay down there, Teach,” she ordered. “Now it’s your turn.”

Laura smiled and did as ordered.