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Nicole In Our Bed (Threesome, FFM, bi-sexual, firs

Date: 10/31/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Author: pure_lust, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

he came with a great grunt into her, deep but nowhere near as long. He wasn't used to three any more. Collapsing, they cooled down together. I leaned in and kissed Nicole. I leaned in and kissed my husband. Glad for them both. They just lay there, still gasping. * "I waited 'til like the last minute to come on to you guys. Because that way if you freaked I'd be gone, some people are all weird about this kind of shit, fucking together, you never know. And we won't have to see each other on Saturdays any more when I get back. So that'd be OK. But I'm real glad you guys didn't freak." * "You don't have to. Really, It's OK, I'm fine." "Yes I do. Have to. Plus, I want to, Nicole." I lay on top of her, kissing her soft and tender and all over, her lips, her nose, her eyes. Practicing, actually. Practicing soft. I hadn't said anything to her. Or to him, for that matter. I hadn't repeated any of my foolish boasting about wanting to screw another woman, have her shudder and moan below my tongue. But she knew. And I certainly hadn't said anything about my 'issues' either. But she knew. I'd kissed her lips, then that cute little dimple a fraction below, then her chin. Lifted it and leaned into her neck. Hadn't slid down an inch toward her warm and wet crotch. Yet. But she knew. She whispered permission. Gave me an excuse, a way out. I didn't take it, I just started my journey. Down. On a woman. A tiny fraction at a time, meandering across her chest and breasts, pausing at those ... fabulous nipples, so alive under my lips and tongue, practicing some more. Then down again. Very aware without needing to look that my husband, right beside me in our bed, was watching as I kissed my way downwards. And loving it. Tummy, as silky soft below my lips as her labia had been below my fingers. Bigger steps now. Navel. I gave that delightful little hollow some close attention, loving how it felt shuddering as she giggled. Then down more, heading southwards. Her fingers tightened suddenly, right at the base of my skull. Holding me still. Giving me one last excuse to stop, or at least pause. Think things over some more. I did for a second, then pushed right through it. Right as her deeply tanned skin suddenly turned milky white below my lips I took a very deep breath. Breathe, that's the key. Keep breathing. Her knees came up around my shoulders, I got my arms down, around her and out, gripping her silken thighs right at the hipbone. They rose around me as I slid another inch closer. Back to not thinking, trying not to think. Feel. Feel all that smooth downy warm flesh all around me, enveloping my head. Holding myself up and over her, I rubbed my cheeks and ears on one, then the other. Feel. Feels good. Breathe. Smell. Inhale her scent, now inches away. Moments away. And him too, and yes I thought, that did help. Don't think. I turned and kissed a thigh. Then the other. Savoring? Or delaying? Don't think. Lean. Forward, eyes now closed, no need anymore, I can feel her heat ...