Chapter 3
Piper
My pussy is slippery wet when Jack crawls between my legs and shoves his face between my thighs. I thread my fingers into his silky hair and arch a bit when he hungrily begins to eat me out.
My arousal is drooling from my pussy and Jack is doing everything in his power to lap up every drop of my fluid. I again arch up slightly when Jack drills two fingers into my quim and begins expertly rubbing on my g-spot. He doesn’t know he is licking Peter’s cum out of me.
Gawd, Jack knows how to please me. I think that it delights him to give me such pleasure. I hear little moans from him each time I moan loudly and call out his name.
My body shimmies and my eyes flutter as Jack lunges forward and buries his magnificent cock to the root into my buttery sex canal. I revel how his fat cucumber size 9-inch dick stretches out my slippery tunnel as he enters me and presses forward till he is crushed against my cervix.
There are times that Jack fucks me that I could swear that he batters his dick right up into my womb. Even after 15 years, I never get tired of Jack fucking me or giving myself to him completely.
Jack
I am by far the luckiest guy in the world. I never get tired of having sex with Piper. On top of that, she gleefully allows me to bring girls half my age to our bed for us to both have sex with. I could never grow tired of seeing Piper face down in the muff of some barely legal nubile girl.
Afterwards, like right now, we fuck like teenagers who just discovered sex. Nothing sexier than seeing two gorgeous females getting it on and then turning their attention to me to both please me at once.
There have been a couple of times that we did a threesome with one of the guys from the band, but we both prefer the girl-girl sex scene much better.
There is nothing more arousing than fucking Piper’s pussy after some sexy little college coed ate her out. I love watching Piper have sex with young women. I think that Piper revels in her girl-girl sex hookups.
I roll us over so I am on my back and I can watch Piper fuck me like she breaking a bronco. I love playing with and sucking on Piper’s lovely 36D breasts. Her nipples are turgid and sensitive and so responsive to my attention.
Again, Piper’s eyes are fluttering and her body is quivering letting me know that she is sliding into an orgasm. I reach behind her and slip my middle finger up her ass and wiggle it.
“ OH MY FUCKING GAAAAWWWWD,” Piper bellows while I wiggle my finger inside her anus while she writhes in her orgasm. I hold my dick buried to the root and spurt 6 heavy doses of thick white cream deep into her womb.
Piper falls forward on top of me panting for air. “I love you Jack,” Piper gasps. “I know you do! And I love you too,” I answer her too. I feel guilty in my stomach as I think of my wife Nicki at home.
I sometimes feel guilty about Nicki these days. I do feel guilty when I remember how in love we were at first. How we struggled that first five years till we both found our footing. And yet, it seems that those new footings led us in different directions. I still love Nicki very deeply.
Out of this sense of guilt, I call Nicki to tell her that I’m thinking about her. Though it is midnight here in New York, it is only 9pm in Seattle. When Nicki answers, she speaks in a hushed tone.
“Is everything okay Jack?” she asked like she’s trying to keep her voice way low. “I just called to tell you that I was thinking of you,” I answered. “Is there something wrong? You sound like you are whispering,” I asked.
“I’m in a restaurant and don’t want everyone to know my business,” She answers. “Dining alone? I pry. “Do I ask you that when you are on the road?” she hisses. “Look, I just wanted to say hello. Sorry if I bothered you,” I told my wife. “I love you,” I told her. “Me too,” she answered.
Piper was just coming back from the restroom when I hung up the phone.
“Anyone I know?” Piper asked as I set my phone down on the night stand.
“Just called home to let Nicki know when I’d be back.
Don’t want to go home and find whoever she is seeing in bed,” I hedged.
Piper and I crawl into bed to go to sleep.
And now I feel guilty that I hid what my call was about.