Nikki
Being bisexual came with a lot of assumptions and stereotypes, the main ones being we were all running around having a bunch of group sex and couldn't stay faithful to one person.
Both couldn't be farther from the truth.
I'd never cheated, and up until tonight, I'd never had more than one sexual partner at a time.
My mind told me it was the tequila. It hadn't been the first time it made impulsive decisions for me.
But after feeling the warmth of Denise's lips and the way her tongue moved against mine, I knew I'd fucked around and drank from a well laced with fentanyl.
That was the only explanation for the electric feeling pulsing through my veins as I watched Quincy unzip her dress and let it fall to her feet, the fabric pooling like liquid silk on the carpet.
It was the only thing that made sense as he did the same for me, my own dress sliding off my shoulders under his rough hands.
I wanted so badly to be consumed by the both of them, swallowed whole, but the uncertainty of exactly how far Denise wanted to take this loomed over me.
Quincy and I both knew our desires were at her mercy.
"Tell us what you want, Niecy," Quincy said, reading my mind.
"Both of you. All of us. Everything." she muttered, the words barely audible.
Quincy removed his clothes leaving on just his briefs.
I still felt guilty for the way I was lusting over him even though Denise had just given us all the green light.
He was what my wet dreams consisted of. Tall, muscular, tattoos, beard.
My pussy instantly contracted as he slid onto the bed and motioned for Niecy to sit between his legs.
Once she was settled against his chest, his strong hands ran down her body and pulled her thong to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to me.
My mouth watered in anticipation, knowing if her pussy tasted just half as good as her mouth, I'd found my kryptonite.
He slid a finger inside her, and the beautiful sound that escaped her mouth, that sharp intake of breath, made my pussy contract again.
He held the same finger out to me and I don't think I'd ever moved so fast. My lips wrapped around his thick finger, sucking off her delicious juices.
She was sweet and intoxicating; my craving for her made it an impossible task to pry my mouth away until I cleaned off every drop.
They both stared at me with hungry eyes as I lowered my head between her legs.
I swirled my tongue over her clit, lapping at her entrance when she started dripping, my kryptonite confirmed.
Her cries matched the rhythm of my mouth, her pitch depending on the variation of pressure I used.
She was so responsive, so needy, so fucking perfect.
I watched her body squirm against Quincy's chest as he toyed with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers while I enjoyed my meal, the taste of her coating my tongue, my chin, my lips.
"Can Q taste me?" she asked, one hand cupping my face, her thumb brushing my jaw.
I felt greedy and ravenous. I didn't want to stop eating her.
It was like living my whole life malnourished and someone handing me a slice of pizza.
But my only goal tonight was her pleasure; whatever else came after that was just a bonus, so I started maneuvering myself away when she stopped me.
"No. On you," she said, guiding my face up toward them. Her soft hands explored my body, mapping my curves, while Q's waiting mouth accepted my tongue, sucking lightly and making me even wetter if that was possible, the taste of her still lingering as he kissed me.
"My baby tastes so fucking good, doesn't she?" he whispered into my mouth.
"Mhmm," I hummed, smiling down at her.
Her warm mouth wrapped around my right nipple while she simultaneously removed my panties, then her own.
Quincy made his rounds, moving from my lips to her neck, to my neck, down to her lips, a coordinated torture mixed with the slow grinding of our heated bodies.
I was having a hard time believing this was the first time they had done this together; everything synchronized and tactical.
The clit-to-clit friction was what broke me.
Her pillowy-soft lower lips, slick with our combined wetness, was a sensation I'd commit myself to experiencing any chance she'd allow.
I didn't want it to end, but I was also desperate to witness what had brought me to my orgasm just hours earlier.
"You're so fucking pretty," I whispered as I stared into her eyes, moving back down her body to sample what we tasted like mixed together.
Sweet nectar from a sun-kissed honeysuckle would be my best description.
I couldn't get enough, but I couldn't help wanting Quincy to share in this experience.
Reading my mind again as I looked up at him, he moved to join me between Niecy's thighs.
Our tongues worked in tandem on her clit, eliciting the sexiest moans to float throughout the room.
We'd get lost in a sticky kiss in between our in-sync licks, the taste of her passing between us.
He was a skilled multi-tasker, his hand gliding over the roundness of my ass and dipping his finger in the mess his wife and I had made.
I let out a suppressed groan into her pussy that made her shake.
I had no choice but to let him take over.
I could no longer focus with his fingers hitting my spot.
By the harmonies of our pleasure, I knew we were both riding the wave of our matched orgasms.
"Both of y'all sound so good cumming for me.
Fuck…" he moaned, the sound rumbling from his chest like thunder.
A man who found pleasure in pleasing was top tier.
I had no doubt we could end the night right here and he'd claim 100% satisfaction.
That made me want to return the favor even more, to make him feel half of what he'd made me feel.
I watched him remove his fingers, glistening with my cum, and fed them to Niecy, her lips closing around them with a hunger that matched my own.
"I need more, baby," she said. It was her calling me baby that made my heart flutter right along with my pussy.
Quincy and I stood together, and it was my first glance at his dick, understandably rock hard, standing straight out.
His dick was pretty: long and thick with a vein running down the middle, pulsing with his heartbeat.
I couldn't look away, mesmerized by the sight of him.
I'd just cum and was more eager to see them together than I was for my own gratification, my desire secondary to witnessing their chemistry.
"Can I get him ready for you instead, gorgeous?
" I asked. She nodded and smiled her approval, so I dropped to my knees and wrapped my hand around his dick, bringing the tip to my tongue, the salt of his precum exploding on my taste buds.
He gathered my hair and held it back so I could work, the slight tug against my scalp sending shivers down my spine.
In my peripheral, I could see Niecy playing with herself, her fingers circling her clit in tight, desperate strokes, which prompted the need to rub my own aching clit along with her.
"Gah damn," Quincy gritted, looking between Niecy and me, his gaze bouncing back and forth like he couldn't decide where to land.
I pushed him to the back of my throat, making his head fall back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
I had to bite back my moan at how sexy he looked, vulnerable and powerful all at once.
"Fuck, girl," he groaned. "Give me that throat again," he demanded, pushing himself deeper, his hand tightening in my hair.
I was loving every second of him using my mouth, the way he took what he wanted without apology.
I loved it even more that the show we were putting on was causing Niecy to put on her own show for us by squirting all over her fingers, the wetness coating her hand, dripping onto the sheets.
She crawled over to us once her body stopped shaking, her movements languid and satisfied, and took over the slow circles I was making on my clit while taking his balls in her mouth as I continued working his length, the coordination between us seamless.
"Oh, y'all tryna fuckin' kill me," he stated, his breathing becoming labored, his chest heaving.
We both exercised our Fifth Amendment right and kept going, alternating positions but meeting at the tip to make out, our tongues dancing around his head.
I could tell that was torturous for him, feeling our lips and tongues move together over the most sensitive part of his dick.
We held all the power, but a man like Quincy wouldn't let that go on for too long without taking back control
"On the bed. Both of you," he said, his voice dropping an octave, commanding.
We both scurried to the bed, lying down side by side Quincy positioned himself between Niecy's legs and lowered himself inside her, causing her to take a sharp inhale, her back arching off the mattress.
A performance they'd rehearsed for so long but never had an audience to witness.
It was award-worthy, the way their lush brown bodies molded together, his muscles flexing as he moved, her softness yielding to his hardness.
I envied the way he made love to her only because I yearned to exist in that sacred space with them, to be the bridge between their intimacy.
As that thought crossed my mind, she pulled me in closer, turning her head so we were eye-to-eye while she took every smooth, powerful stroke, her gaze locked on mine, sharing this with me even as he filled her.
"Is he making you feel good, baby?" I asked, selfishly letting my fingers circle her clit while he slid in and out, the friction of my fingers against her adding to the friction of him inside her.
"Yessss," she moaned, the sound drawn out and guttural.
"You gon' show Nikki what a good girl you are and cum for daddy?"
Oh, he was one of those. Dangerous. Lethal, actually. The kind of man who knew exactly what words would unravel you. But I wasn't any better because I loved talking my girl through it too, loved watching her fall apart under my voice.
"Make that pretty pussy squirt for us, baby," I encouraged, my voice dropping to a whisper, causing her to cry out, her body tensing.
"I'm about to cum," she panted, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and sweating.
We didn't let up on our aligned efforts even after her body convulsed against ours, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching around him. Quincy only slowed down as a courtesy to let her regain her composure, his thrusts becoming languid and gentle.
"Sit on my face, Nikki." Her voice was small and tired but that didn't stop her from pulling me into position, her hands insistent on my hips. I straddled her with my back to Quincy until I felt the sharp sting from a slap on my ass.
"Turn around," he commanded. I obeyed and damn near collapsed once I felt her soft tongue glide across my pussy, tentative at first, then more confident, while Quincy sucked my nipples, his tongue flicking against the hardened peaks.
I didn't think I could experience a pleasure greater than that until he lowered his head and sucked my clit while I bounced on her tongue, the dual sensation overwhelming and my mind going blank.
I shuddered so hard I felt my leg cramp and my toes curl, but the adrenaline wouldn't let me stop until Quincy rose back up to let me taste myself on his lips.
"You're fuckin' delicious, mama," he said as I smiled against his lips.
Traditional penetration had never been a requirement for me, but I was cursing myself for not having the foresight to bring protection because I wanted this man inside me so bad, wanted to feel that stretch as he filled me.
I wasn't on birth control, and I wasn't about to break the momentum of the chemistry taking place by making the request for him to acquire a condom.
I was more than content with the otherworldly orgasms I had already received.
Besides, my unexplored kinks didn't require a condom.
"Can you fill her up for me, Q?" I asked between our sloppy kisses, my tongue tracing his lower lip.
His response came in the form of deeper, urgent thrusts that would only end in his undoing and calling us some nasty ass sluts, the words spilling from him as he lost control.
I was starving for it, wanting to taste the fruit of their passion, to drink them both down.
The primal groan he let out as he came inside Niecy was so fucking sexy the request for that condom almost slipped out.
He pulled out slowly, his dick still twitching, and I cleaned him off first, savoring their salty-sweet essence, the taste of them mixed together decadent.
Then I tended to her swollen, sensitive pussy, making sure to lick up every last drop he left inside her.
"Don't be greedy," she said, motioning for me.
I leaned over her, letting his cum drip from my mouth into hers, then kissed her, swapping the sticky mess until we both swallowed our portion, the intimacy of it overwhelming.
We all collapsed in a sweaty pile with Niecy nestled in between us, our limbs tangled, our breathing ragged.
Quincy was massaging our bodies as he held us both in his arms, his hands large and warm against our skin.
I'd never felt safer or more seen than I had in that moment, the intensity of it almost overwhelming.
"You two are perfect," he whispered, his affirmation landing as we attempted to recover from our climaxes to no avail, our bodies too spent to move. We all fell victim to our exhaustion, falling asleep in each other's arms.