Story 10
Summary:
Daisy and Chris, thirty, are looking for something to do for Daisy’s birthday. But Daisy’s new friend has given her an idea.
Chloe, thirty. She let Daisy know that she liked her, but Daisy has been cautious. At least till she calls Chloe up to invite her over to join her and Chris.
Threesome, lesbian, voyeurism, face sitting, pussy licking, sixty-nine, cock sucking, jerk off, fingering, titty sucking.
It was Daisy's birthday but she still wasn't sure if she was going to get what she wanted.
When she had first mentioned it to Chris, she had felt nervous.
After all, it wasn't every day that you revealed something like this to your husband.
Perhaps with any other kind of man, it would have been completely impossible to even bring it up.
Chris wasn't like other men, however, and that was what Daisy had always liked in him.
There was something wild and adventurous about him, and that was what had given her hope that he wouldn't find her request completely outrageous.
It was a big birthday for her as well - thirty years old. She was two years younger than Chris, although he had always remained younger at heart than he. Often it fell to her to be the more mature, sensible, one when he had some crazy idea.
They had met when they were both fresh out of college. She was new to the city and he had lived there during his college years, They met in a bar one night. The evening had just begun and both of them were just getting into the swing of things, waiting to see what the night might bring.
When their eyes had met across the bar it was as though sparks had shot between them. The attraction was immediate and hit them both hard.
He was tall, well built with a deep tan and unruly, sandy-blonde hair. He had a slightly unshaven look, bright blue eyes, and a winning smile.
He was wearing a white shirt, with the top buttons undone.
Her hair was also blonde but a lighter shade than his. Her tan wasn’t quite as deep as his but she had a honey-colored skin tone.
She was medium height and athletic, having spent a lot of time jogging and working out.
Her eyes were green, and they locked with his blue eyes and that was it, they were both infatuated right from the very start.
They were drawn to one another. They made small talk - neither of them really remembering just what it was that they spoke about - and then, before they even knew it, they were in a cab making their way back to his place.
Even in the back of the cab, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off one another.
They were kissing and she felt his hand on her knee, on her thigh, pushing up further and further beneath her dress.
It was all moving so fast and yet it was exactly what they both wanted.
They were both rushing, hurrying, to the same thing.
His hand touched her panties and paused there. She wanted him to go further. Already she was imagining getting fingered in the back of the cab.
He didn’t go any further, however. At least, he didn’t while they were still in the cab.
As soon as they got into his apartment, it was a different story.
They didn’t even make it to the bedroom. At least, not to start with. By the time they walked through his front room, they were already tearing at one another’s clothes. He pulled her dress over her head and she tore at his shirt, the buttons popping.
She pushed him down on the couch and went to him. She straddled him, facing him, and his hands continued to move all over her body.
He pushed his pants down and she took hold of his cock, gasping at the size of it. She was seriously impressed.
She held it with one hand and pushed her panties to one side with the other hand. She guided his cock into her, lowering herself onto him, feeling him filling her up. She did that slowly, relishing every moment of it sliding in.
Things quickly began to speed up, however. She began riding him harder and harder, faster and faster.
After a while, he pushed her, roughly, off him. She was on her hands and knees and he stood behind her. She looked back as he pulled her panties down and felt him guiding his cock into her pussy once more, felt it pushing past her lips which felt so sensitive.
He grabbed hold of her hips and then she felt him jackhammering into her, his cock pounding away as he got closer and closer to cumming. It was when he flipped her over that the first orgasm hit. A second one came just before he came inside her.
She felt completely drained but in the most delightful way. She had never been fucked like that.
It wasn’t over, however.
He pushed his pants the rest of the way off so that they were both naked.
Then he lifted her up - so effortless! He was so strong!
And then he carried her to his bedroom. She had thought that there might be some respite before he began again, but as she lay on the bed looking up at him standing over her she could see that he was already hard and she knew that he would be ready to go again sooner than she had anticipated.
The sight of his erect cock made her realize that even though she thought that he had worn her out she was, in fact, ready to go again.
She spread her legs open as he came to her.
This time they went slower, the first wildfire of passion slightly dimmed now so that they could take their time and really appreciate one another.
She felt his fingers at her pussy, she took his cock in her hand and played with it, took it in her mouth, and felt the hot hardness of it in her mouth.
Then she felt him enter her once again. Only this time it was different. This time it went more slowly. They tried different positions.
In the end, when they could both feel their orgasms getting closer once again, she had rolled him over onto his back and climbed on top of him, riding him, pumping at his cock, faster and faster as his hands moved up to her bouncing breasts.
As she finished, she bent down to kiss him, feeling him still inside her, before she rolled off him.
She had time, later on, to reflect that she hoped he either had thick walls or that his neighbors weren't in, considering the noise that they had been making.
Their passion had continued, unquenched and undimmed, even after their marriage. Even now, as her thirtieth birthday was right around the corner, the sex was still just as good, just as explosive, as it had always been.
Everything had seemed to be going perfectly for them. They were both happy with their lives together.
Then Chloe had come into their lives and everything changed.
They had met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. Daisy had hit it off with her immediately. She felt as though she had known her for years after just a short time.
Chloe was beautiful. She was slightly taller than Daisy with black hair, pale skin, and a great figure - toned in places yet still with curves in all the right places.
Her eyes were green but deeper than Daisy's.
Her lips were full and plump and she wore a deep red lipstick that contrasted with her pale skin.
They quickly became friends and began spending more time together.
There was something intense in the way that she looked at Daisy. It made Daisy feel as though she was under extra scrutiny and at first, she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. But then there would be a sparkle in her eyes that would make her like the attention.
She was confused about how she felt about Chloe, and she was confused about how Chloe felt about her.
Sometimes Chloe would lay her hand on Daisy’s leg when they were talking to one another.
It could have been just an innocent, friendly, gesture.
But later on, when she was alone, Daisy would think about it.
She would think about the way that Chloe’s hand lingered there.
She’d think about the way that Chloe would lightly squeeze her, feeling as though she was caressing her.
She would think about the little smile on Chloe's face and she'd think that there was more to it.
Then she'd also think about how she had felt at the time.
She liked it. There was no denying it. She liked it in a way that surprised her.
She had never had these kinds of feelings before - at least, she'd never had them about another woman.
She told herself that it was all in her head and that Chloe was just being friendly with her. There was surely nothing more to it than that.
One day, however, Chloe had made how she felt completely clear.
“You know,” she told Daisy, “you’re a very beautiful woman.”
“Thanks,” Daisy replied, enjoying the compliment, “You’re very beautiful too.”
They were sitting on a couch at Chloe’s apartment.
Chloe reached across to her, her hand resting on Daisy’s knee. Suddenly, the thought came to Daisy that something was happening here - or, at least, it could happen.
“So,” Chloe said, her voice low and conspiratorial, “We both think each other is beautiful. And here we are. All alone. Two beautiful women. Whatever should we do?”
Daisy didn't have an answer for her. In the silence, Chloe seemed to have found an affirmation. Daisy watched her as she began to lean in closer. She saw her lips part, ad she wanted them, she wanted this.
But, suddenly, she felt as though alarm bells were going off in her head. She couldn't do this!
She stood up.
“I...I’d better get going,” she said.
Chloe scowled ever so slightly.
“Well,” she said, sounding disappointed, “If that’s what you really want.”
As Daisy headed to the door, she heard Chloe call out behind her, “But if you ever decide what you really want, let me know!”
She turned and walked back to her.
“I’ve got a husband,” she said, attempting to explain herself.
“So? He can always join in. Or he can just watch us. I don’t mind. He’s hot as well. What’s wrong with three hot people having some fun together?”
“I’ve got to go,” Daisy muttered, unable to argue with Chloe’s points.
She left the house and sat in her car, her hands shaking. Every moment of the encounter was replaying in her mind. Chloe’s touch, Chloe’s lips coming in close. What would it be like to kiss them? She wanted it, didn’t she? There was no arguing with that.