Triptych
Thirty-six
IF WE STAYED in the position we were in much longer, Kate and I would effectively be glued together by dried come. That had a certain appeal to it, but I didn’t relish eventually ripping ourselves away from each other so I let her slide off my lap to settle between Melody and me. I wrapped my arm around Lissa, pulling her close. I kissed her and licked Kate’s juices from her face as she absently petted me. After two such powerful orgasms in such a short period of time, it would be a while before I was ready to go, no matter how inspiring the company.
Lissa felt the slick coating on me and brought her fingers to her nose, then licked them.
“You too?” she asked. I nodded. She looked at me with puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Tony? I’m the only one who hasn’t.”
I smiled. How could I resist my incredible wife asking me to give her an orgasm? I touched her and felt how wet she was as she moaned. The small sound was enough to attract Kate’s attention and she looked to see what I was doing. I saw Kate’s hand go to Melody’s pussy and heard an answering moan from my other wife.
This would be interesting.
I have favorite positions and positions I like a lot. I think that covers them all. One I particularly like while eating Lissa, though, is a sixty-eight-and-a-half. I face her pussy, but instead of straddling her head, I kneel next to it. She can play with her favorite things without worrying about me accidentally ramming my cock down her throat when the excitement builds up. I have complete access without having my neck bent back at an odd angle.
And—oh!—the view is magnificent.
I positioned myself and bent to take my first taste of delight while watching Kate assume a similar position over Melody. I watched as she took her first tentative taste of Melody. She looked at me and smiled a megawatt smile and bent herself to the task of exploring our lover with her tongue. I figured that since she had essentially the same plumbing, she’d figure out what to do from there, so I focused on pleasing Lissa.
Lissa jokes about her odor as smelling like canned tuna, but it isn’t like that at all. It’s spicy. It does get stronger the more turned on she gets—and she was absolutely running with juices right now—but the more aroused she is, the more like some exotic incense she smells. I’m terrible at describing smells. I can tell you all about how her inner lips open; how her color flushes from light pink to coral to deep red; how her clit emerges as an almost translucent pebble with hints of fire beneath the surface to an almost ruby sheen as I nibble and suck at it. But describing her smell? All I know is that I’d recognize it anywhere; and anytime I recognized it, I’d feel a need building deep inside me.
The need isn’t for an orgasm personally. The need is to please and pleasure my lover. I’d do anything for her. I’d suffocate myself between her legs gladly just to bring her over the edge.
As Lissa writhed beneath me, I spared a glance at Kate just as her head snapped up and her back arched. She caught her breath and lowered her head back to Melody’s pussy. I looked back and from my angle could see both Lissa and Melody had a hand on Kate’s sex. They were distracting her.
Well, I couldn’t do anything about Melody, but I could certainly divert Lissa’s attention. I buried my face and renewed my efforts. In moments, I was being rewarded by Lissa’s juices flowing over my tongue as she cried out in ecstasy. The call seemed to inspire Melody as well. She joined her voice to Lissa’s and they sang their orgasms in perfect harmony.
Kate rose up and knee-walked away from their probing hands. She turned toward me and we kissed, swapping the taste and juices of our lovers.
“I can’t take any more tonight,” Kate gasped at me. “It’s so overwhelming. She’s so… beautiful down there. I might explode.”
I took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. When the water temperature was right, I brought her into the shower with me. I bathed her, taking care to wash the semen off her back and to soothe her flaming sex. I didn’t probe, just washed her gently.
“Me next,” Melody said as she stepped into the shower behind me.
I heard the toilet flush and Lissa’s voice.
“Room for me, too?”
It’s a big shower, but with four of us, we were using our bodies to rub against each other and wash the sweat off. We just washed, gently and thoroughly, without getting too playful.
As we dried off, Lissa said, “Stay the night with us, Kitten?”
“Of course, my darlings. I don’t want to let my lovers out of my sight. Is there room?”
“We’d make room for you even if we were all piled up in a twin bed,” I said. “We’d just stack up from biggest on the bottom to smallest on the top.”
“You’d get squashed,” Kate giggled.
We tumbled into bed with no one minding the smell of hot sex that permeated our sheets.
I woke up sandwiched between Melody and Kate. I was lying on my back and Melody on my left had one leg thrown over me and pillowed her head on my shoulder. Her hair was scattered across my face and I blew it away from my nose. I couldn’t use a hand because she was lying on that one. My right arm was wrapped around Kate and I held her breast in my hand. Snuggled up tight against her, Lissa’s breasts pressed into the back of my hand. Lissa’s hand, stretched across Kate, rested on my chest next to Melody.
I was thinking our bed might be too small.
I lay awake thinking about the remarkable women with whom I shared my life.
And now there was Kate. I remembered clearly finishing the mural at school and turning to see her standing behind me with a look of adoration in her eyes. I remembered her words after we finished cleaning up the brushes. “Anytime you want.” Now that time had actually come and she slept, curled up naked beside me. Had our ménage à trois become a ménage à quatre?
She must have felt that I was awake. Perhaps my hand on her breast twitched. She slowly and lazily rolled toward me. She had sleepy eyes, but her smile was still brilliant when she looked at me. I stroked her back all the way down to her butt as she let her hand drift downward and casually grasped my morning erection.
“I missed feeling this pressed against me this morning,” she whispered. “I guess Melody has you pinned.”
“I’ll move a little, sweetie,” Melody whispered as she lifted her head. Kate kissed her softly and Melody pulled off of me, freeing my other hand.
Kate moved farther onto me pressing herself against my chest and riding my thigh with her pussy.
“Is it okay?” she asked Melody.
“Of course it is, silly,” Melody responded. “I’ll just be here if you need anything.” She reached up and petted Kate’s hair.
Kate moved fully over me and ground her pussy against my cock. I could feel her heat and was drenched in her fluids. She kissed me once—tasting, sampling my lips and tongue. She kissed me again—deeply, lovingly. The third kiss was passion incarnate. She hugged me and squirmed on me as if trying to get the maximum amount of body-contact possible. Her breasts were pressed against my chest and even her toes tried to link with mine. When we broke the kiss, I gently stroked her cheek as we looked into each other’s eyes.
She pushed herself up and reached down to direct my cock toward her pussy.
“Wait! No! Tony, don’t!” Lissa exclaimed, coming suddenly awake and realizing what was happening.
Kate’s face fell and tears sprang to her eyes. She let go of my cock and a mournful wail issued from her lips.
“Lissa…!”
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I’m sorry,” Lissa panted. “Of course you can make love to Tony. Don’t be frightened sweetheart. I’m sorry I yelled.”
“Why?” Kate moaned.
“Honey, you have to tell him. That’s all. It’s not fair otherwise.”
“Lissa,” I said, “I know she’s a virgin. She’s in control. I’m not forcing her.”
“That’s not it, Tony,” Lissa said and looked at Kate.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“Oh dear,” Lissa said. “Kate, have you ever had anything inside you?”
“No. Your tongue last night,” she giggled a little.
“You never used anything when you masturbated?” Melody asked.
“I never… never felt… I’d never had an orgasm until last night,” Kate said. “I didn’t know how wonderful it would be.”
“Oh my god.”
“Tony,” Lissa said, “Kate is not only a virgin, she’s a completely intact virgin. Sweetheart, if we didn’t tell Tony that and he hurt you, he’d never forgive himself. And when you make love with him the first time, it will hurt.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Kate insisted. “I know enough about sex to know that we’re made to fit together.”
“As long as everyone knows and you still want this, then I’m sorry I broke the mood. Forgive me, please?”
Kate leaned over and kissed Lissa. It was obvious that no forgiveness was necessary. Kate was sliding back and forth rubbing against my cock again and there was no mistaking that, between her fluids and my leakage, we were both ready. Still…
“Are you sure you want this, Kate?” I asked as she reached between us to grasp my cock again.
“Aren’t I supposed to say something like, ‘Make a woman of me, Tony?’” she smiled.
“No one could ever make you more of a woman than you are,” I said. “I love you.”
Kate positioned me at her opening. I had my hands on her waist to support her with her delicious nipples directly in front of me. Lissa and Melody both reached to stroke her sides as she sat back on me.
And screamed.
I caught Kate under her arms as she collapsed on top of me.
“Kitten? Sweetie, are you okay?”
Panting sobs against my chest were the only response. Melody jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom to get a towel and wet washcloth.
I lay there with Kate fully stretched out on top of me, holding her in my arms and stroking her back. My stubborn cock hadn’t got the message that it probably wasn’t immediately needed and it was still hard and throbbing inside Kate. I willed myself to relax.
“Thank you for warning me, darling,” I said to Lissa as she gently kissed my cheek. “If that had happened and I hadn’t known I’d have freaked out. She petted Kate’s hair. Melody arrived with a warm wash cloth and towel and began to gently bathe the area where we were joined. That did nothing to relax my erection, but it did clean up the blood and served to rouse Kate.
“I’m sorry,” Kate moaned against me. “Oh, it hurt. I didn’t think it would be so bad.”
We all three petted her as she lay on my chest. There were still hot tears splashing against my chest. We murmured comforting words.
“Is it better now?” Lissa asked.
“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Kate said. “I just feel so stretched. There’s such a lot of pressure yet. Is that what making love is like all the time?”
“We haven’t made love yet, darling,” I whispered. “That was just the barrier. When you think you’re ready, we can take it nice and slow.”
“Oh! You’re… you’re still in me!”
“Yes, darling. That’s why you feel a little stretched.”
“Oh, I didn’t miss it! You didn’t…?”
“No, Kitten. I’m waiting for you.”
“You’re wonderful! You’re all so wonderful. I love you all. I love you!”
Kate was wildly swinging her head to kiss Lissa and then Melody and then me and back around the horn again. I don’t think she realized at first that her movements were causing us to move together and apart until her eyes suddenly snapped forward and she focused straight ahead, somewhere over the top of the bed.
“We’re… this is… I’m so…” Her eyes came down to me and suddenly I was her only focus. Her next thrust was deliberate. Her mouth opened and that beautiful smile lit up her face. “We’re making love.”
“Yes, darling. We’re making love,” I whispered. And that is what we did. She pushed herself up to look at me. She raised her hand and pointed two fingers at her eyes, then gestured with them back toward mine. I copied the movement and we both let our smiles spread as we moved together.
Lissa got up and padded around to the other side of the bed and she and Melody clutched each other, kissing and touching as they watched us, and letting Kate and I have this moment together.
“It’s different than I thought it would be,” Kate continued whispering dreamily. “I thought I had it all figured out last night. I thought it would be like it was with Lissa and with Melody. It’s so different. All the books—I thought I was so smart. I think I’m an idiot for all the things I thought.”
No matter what she was saying in her little monologue, her breathing was becoming deeper and her color was flushing. I played with her breasts and rubbed her nipples which made her arch her back. That brought her hips down against my pelvis and I could feel where her clit rubbed against my pubic hair. That accelerated her heartbeat even more and her breathing came in short, shallow gasps.
It was having an effect on me, too. I was trying to hold out as long as possible—letting her control the pace and ride to her orgasm. But damn! I’m making love to Kate! Now that the initial drama had abated, that unbelievable realization settled down on me and I could feel myself expanding in her vagina. We’d teased each other about wanting Kate. We’d pretended. We’d courted her and been courted. We’d built our fantasies. But here she was, thrusting against my cock buried in her treasured center. I could feel every ripple around me as she moved. I could identify differences in how she felt compared to Melody or Lissa—a stronger ripple on the left side—the light touch of her cervix against my glans. I felt the sucking friction as she pulled away from me and the long slow caress as she fell back down on my shaft.
“Kate,” I rasped. “I can’t hold back much longer. Darling, listen to me. I’ve wanted you… dreamed of you since that night in April when I first kissed you. Not just the kiss in the contest, but when I put a flower on your dress for the party and kissed you the very first time. Kitten, you mean the world to the three of us; but what’s more, you mean the world to me. I love you, Lubyitshka. And I can’t… wait… any longer.”
I felt the jolt deep inside me and could trace the path of my orgasm by its heat signature as it raced through my system and out the tip of my cock buried in Kate. She pressed back against me, her back arched until she was almost upright. In front of me, my fingers pinched her hardened nipples and a high-pitched hum came from her mouth. Even as I felt the last spurts splashing against her inner walls, I could see her eyes roll back in her head as she inhaled a gasp so deep it sucked the air from the room. Next to me, I heard Melody and Lissa coming in harmony as Kate once again went slack and collapsed into my arms.
“That was so beautiful,” Melody sobbed beside us.
I rolled to the left letting Kate come to rest between Melody and me as we petted her and coaxed her back to consciousness. My cock was softening and only the tip was left inside as Kate came to and reflexively squeezed her kegels. That pushed me the rest of the way out.
“Ah…” she sighed. “So empty now.”
“I came from listening to your words, Tony,” Lissa said. “And Melody’s finger on my clit. But what you said was so… true. So real. It just surrounded me.”
“I love you, Lissa,” Kate said groggily over her shoulder. “What Tony said is what I’ve felt for so long. I’ve wanted… I’ve wanted so much. And I was so afraid that… you wouldn’t find room for me in your lives. In your family.” She was talking to Lissa, I think. But she was kissing Melody, pecking at her lips between words.
We were all hugging, squashed in the middle of the bed with the covers gone somewhere south when the bedroom door opened and Wendy walked in with a tray.
“Coffee is served,” she said. She brought the tray to the bedside table. She looked so cute in her frilly little apron—and nothing else. “Tony has black espresso, Lissa has coffee with cream, Melody has coffee with lots of cream and sugar, and Kate has a latte,” she said as if we weren’t all lying in post-coital bliss without a stitch of clothing on.
“Uh… Wendy? You’re naked,” I finally croaked out.
“Yeah. Kate told me you’d probably all be naked, so I figured, ‘tit for tit,’ or ‘tat’ as the case may be,” she said looking directly at my semi-flaccid cock.
Oh, what the heck. No one else was scrambling in modesty. I sat up and pushed myself back against the pillows to take my cup of coffee from Wendy. There was a mad shuffle during which I was thankful Wendy had brought saucers with the cups. Melody ended up on my left with her legs draped over mine. Lissa pulled her legs up next to me over Melody’s and leaned against our wife. Kate grinned and wiggled her way under my right arm, sitting on Melody’s feet with her knees bent over the top of Lissa’s hips. Wendy gave each girl her coffee.
“Aren’t you joining us, Wendy?” I asked. “Where’s your coffee?”
“I had mine about the time the first alarm went off,” she giggled. “I knew there’d be more, so I waited until the chorus before I made yours. Here’s the newspaper. Happy birthday, Tony and Kate.” She turned to head out the door, her pert little ass shaking with every step, the bruises on her back fading, but still apparent. At the door she turned and caught us all staring at her backside. “Oh, and breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes. Will you be dressing for breakfast?”
We’d showered, cramming all four of us into the stall at once. No one minded the close quarters. We almost regretted telling Wendy that we’d dress for breakfast. Well, that was a matter of perspective anyway. I was handed a pair of black socks, my dress shoes, and a tie and told to put them on. Lissa wore a vest and high-heeled shoes that let her tower over the rest of us.
“I know how much you like tall girls,” she said to me. “I saw you looking at that Whitney last night.”
“I didn’t,” I protested.
“I did,” Melody chimed in. She was wearing a teddy that was completely transparent. In fact, it was one of my favorites and I felt things heating up. Then I caught sight of Kate. She, too, was wearing strappy, high-heeled sandals, a floppy sun-hat, and gloves.
“Wendy will have a fit,” I said.
“I don’t think so,” Kate said. “She likes cos-play. It would surprise me if she hasn’t outdone us.”
“Exactly how did she know when to come in?” Lissa asked.
“We had a little talk last night,” Kate responded, “while I was getting her showered and rubbing her back. I told her what I was going to do so she could prepare herself for any strange noises. I wanted to make sure she understood it wasn’t just a free-for-all piling into your bed. She could have gotten the wrong impression.”
“What’s the right impression?” I asked.
“That I love three of the most amazing people in the world,” Kate said. “Let’s go have breakfast.”
END PART II
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