Three in the Morning
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I felt like I was in the middle of the most delicious dream. The room was completely dark and silent, but the air carried the heady fragrance of our scented candle, my husband's sandalwood cologne, and a lingering hint of musky sex. As I stretched my body in the warm, nestled cocoon of our king-sized bed, I delighted in the sensations of the silk sheets caressing my erect nipples, and rubbed my legs together as I recalled the earth-shattering orgasms of the night before.
I groggily reached across the massive bed to reconnect with my husband, but was instead met with the tender curves of a woman's breast. Still half asleep (and mildly impaired by the lingering effects of three glasses of wine), I remembered that we'd invited our redheaded Unicorn friend to spend the night for the first time. A devious smile came to my lips as her areola responded to the delicate touch of my fingertips, swelling with arousal as she slowly stirred from her slumber. I leaned over and wrapped my lips around her left nipple, gently nibbling and sucking it as my hands caressed the softness of her lower abdomen.
"Mornin', beautiful!" I whispered into her ear with a soft giggle as she moaned at my ministrations, my mind flooded with memories of ravishing this woman the night before.
Though the room was still pitch black in the pre-dawn hours, I had no trouble finding her lips with mine, our tongues intertwined as we rubbed our bodies together like we were trying to start a fire. Her long, lean fingers found their way between my thick, juicy thighs, quickly finding what my husband refers to as my "power button" and sending a rush of endorphins to my no-longer-sleepy head.
I kneaded her C-cup breasts, lightly pulling and pinching the nipples just the way she liked it, our breath increasingly hot and heavy as our passions intensified. Just when I thought I had her at my mercy, she nimbly pushed me onto my back and straddled my pelvis, kissing her way from my neck down to my shoulders, then suckling at my natural 36F tits like a desert nomad dying of thirst. By this time I was writhing beneath her, yearning for her mouth on my pussy, which felt like it was burning with desire. As she began to tease my labia and pubic mound with soft, sweet kisses, I felt a stirring on the opposite side of the bed.
"What are you two up to over there?" my husband asked.
I simply moaned in response as she ran her tongue in long, lazy strides along my slit and clit, gently sucking my power button the way she knows I like it. You know how they say that when you lose one of your senes, the rest become heightened? With only a hint of our shadows visible, my senses of touch, taste, smell, and sound felt positively electrified. I could feel my husband's weight shifting in the bed, and I could tell from my girlfriend's sharp intake of breath that he had just slid his fat cock inside her from behind.
As he began to thrust slowly and deeply inside her, he reached down to stroke my legs lovingly, while her tongue and fingers worked my clit and g-spot over something fierce. I pinched my own sensitive nipples feverishly, bucking myself against her face in a syncopated rhythm with my husband's thrusts. I honestly couldn't tell you who came first, or hardest. Only that the collective erotic energy we shared between us was like nothing I'd ever felt before, or since. We all collapsed upon each other in a sweaty, cum-soaked pile, breathless and exhausted after multiple rounds of play over the past 12 hours.
My husband was the first to break the silent reverie, untangling himself from our embrace and asking, "So... can I get anyone some coffee?"
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