Better in the Flesh

I was thirsty, and I thought it magnanimous of them both to stop our sexual play together, when I knew they too had to be turned on. I lifted the mask to my forehead and looked at Lena. She was still sitting beside me stroking my leg.

"That was incredible," she said. Her nipples were very erect; I knew from the way she looked and spoke that she was deeply aroused.

"Have you been with a woman before?" I asked, reflexively lifting my hand to stroke one of those beautiful nipples.

"Once, before I married Jake. I didn't know her very well, so it wasn't terribly satisfying."

She said nothing more about it. I wondered if she expected me to reciprocate. I'd never been with a woman before today and I wasn't sure what it would be like, if I would hate it. I only knew that I wanted to watch Lena orgasm. I wanted to witness her coming the way I had, hear her tormented voice as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. I wanted to watch Jake, too.

"Does the camera bother you?" Lena asked me, wiggling a little against touch of my fingers.

"I just worry about someone else seeing it," I admitted.

She continued stroking my leg. "Would you like to watch it? See how you look?"

I was stunned by the invitation. Of course I wanted to watch it!

I wrapped a towel around my naked torso. We moved into the house and settled onto the sofa with more of the golden elixir while Jake took care of the technology side of hooking up the video for play on their big screen TV. When the image of the three of us came on, my breath caught in my throat. No porno film could have been hotter. Watching as Jake and Lena took turns going down on me almost made me orgasm all over again.

The drink Jake had made was really beginning to have a serious effect on me. I turned to Lena and kissed her, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. On the screen I was getting near orgasm. I could hear my own voice panting and crying out. For a moment I broke away from Lena and looked at Jake. He had dropped his trunks on the floor and was sitting on the sofa watching the video, stroking himself.

"Jake," I said, "put the camera back on us."

Then I hooked my thumbs under Lena's bikini bottoms and pulled down. Her shaved pussy glistened with moisture. I slid my finger down her slit into her vagina. The sensation was not completely unfamiliar since I'd certainly fingered myself plenty of times in the past. But the way she responded was definitely new to me. She immediately began thrusting hard against my hand, fondling her own tits at the same time. She licked my lips with the pointed end of her tongue, showing me what she wanted me to do to her cunt.

By now Jake had the camera ready again and came over to join us. I had slid my mask back into place, but I could hear him sucking Lena's huge tits while I continued kissing her and finger-fucking her pussy. I was still sitting next to her, but not for long. I broke the kiss and moved onto my knees on the floor to part her legs. I could smell her aroma rising up to me. Her scent was clean and sweet, like salty watermelon. I laid my tongue against her slit and wiggled it, and lifted my head for a moment to taste her. I was still not convinced I wanted to go in this direction. But she was cooing softly as though she liked it. Jake too was moaning his approval. I felt two hands on the back of my head, one small and one large, pushing me back down.

I went back down on Lena, and not just because she and Jake wanted me to. I wanted to know what it was like, and there might never be a woman I cared for as deeply as Lena. I laid my tongue against her clit and swirled around it the way she had done to me. Her hips immediately began rising and falling against my face. Jake groaned loudly and I felt his weight shift. Since the back of my head was to the camera, I felt safe in peeping out of my mask. Jake had risen on the sofa to one knee and slid his dick into Lena's mouth. He was face-fucking her hard, holding the back of her head as he thrust forcefully into her mouth. She held his ass in her hands.

I continued licking her clit for another minute, then moved my tongue slowly down her labia to the entrance to her vagina. Her juice had gathered there, and I finger-fucked her for a moment before plunging my tongue into her well. What I felt with my tongue was both bizarre and wonderful…the core of a woman's sexuality, soft and yielding, warm and mysterious. This was definitely a new experience for me. Lena groaned enthusiastically around Jake's cock. I could tell from the sounds he was making that he was incredibly turned on watching his wife get eaten out by a woman. He could come at any second. At that moment I wished there was another guy around to fuck my very hot and juicy pussy.

Lena enjoyed me going deep on her, but as a woman I could tell that what she really wanted was for me to continue making little swirls around her clit. I went back up to the top and made circles around her nub with the flat middle of my tongue. She loved this and voiced her appreciation around Jake's cock. I went back to finger-fucking her pussy, using my middle finger and going deep to find her g-spot. She rocked against my face, and now and then her hand would leave Jake's ass to grab the back of my head and knead my scalp.

"Suck it, baby!" Jake gasped. And then, "Oh, yeah!"

From the sound of it I knew he came. I kept licking Lena. She must have swallowed Jake's load, because the next thing I knew she was panting loudly through her open mouth.

"Yes, yes!" Lena said. "Lick me, Susan. Eat my pussy, it feels so good."

"Baby, you look so beautiful," Jake told her.

"Lick my pussy, Susan," Lena continued in an agonized voice. "Keep licking it. Don't stop. I'm going to come."

My tongue kept pressing, circling, over and over again, the hard little nub under the hood. I felt Jake's weight shift again and knew he had sat down. A moment later I heard him sucking hard on Lena's tits. Her voice lifted, its "Oh! Oh! Oh!"s getting louder and louder and more urgent.

Suddenly she spasmed against my mouth and juice from deep within her welled up over my finger and sprayed out onto my arm, chest, neck and the lower half of my face. The clear, silken liquid had a sweet smell like peaches. Jake immediately went down on her to greedily lap the juice on her shaved mound.

I stood up on somewhat shaky legs and moved across the room, out of the camera's view, to take off my mask. I was soaked with Lena's juice. I left the two of them clutching each other in a hot post-orgasmic embrace and went into the master bathroom to run the shower. Using Lena's gardenia-scented body wash, I cleaned away the fluid and rinsed well. Then I washed and conditioned my hair. When I was done, I wrapped myself in one of Lena's bathrobes from her closet. I found her and Jake curled together on the sofa, watching the video again.

She looked at me with a hungry look that took my breath away. She wanted more of me. Jake was already semi-hard from watching the video. I wasn't sure where we were going from here, but I had a feeling they would let me know soon.

We had another drink of the golden beverage while Jake insisted we watch the video together again. Partway through, Lena left the room and in a moment the water ran. I guessed she was taking a bath. Jake looked at me and moved to my side. He took my hand in his and brought it to his cock. Bending my fingers around his semi-erect shaft, he started me stroking it. I looked deep into his blue eyes. I could admit to myself at that moment I'd always had a crush on him.

"Susan," he said in a rasping voice, "this has been the most sensual afternoon of my life. Thank you so much for making this happen. Lena and I will be getting off on this for years to come."

"It's been an experience for me too, Jake," I admitted. "I don't know if I'll ever go down on another woman, but I know I'll never forget the one I have been with."

He bent in close to my ear, his lips brushing my skin. "I really want to fuck you right now," he whispered.

"Shouldn't we wait for Lena?" I asked. I wanted to wait for Lena…if she didn't take too long.

"I could get you ready," he said.

"What do you mean?"

He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.

"Have you ever been bound?" he asked me.

"No."

"Would you like to try it?"

"As long as there's no pain involved. I'm not into pain, and I'm not into being contorted into strange shapes."

"Lay down sideways on the bed," he said.

I did so. Jake wrapped two silken scarves around both my wrists, then did the same with my ankles. He opened a drawer in his armoire to withdraw four lengths of soft rope. I lay very still as he bound the rope individually around each of my wrists and ankles. As though he had done this many times before, he pulled the left ankle rope to a bedpost and wrapped it tight before knotting it off. He did the same thing with my right wrist, making sure there was good tension across the diagonal. It was when he moved to my right ankle and pulled my legs spread eagle from the center that I began to feel trepidation. This was going over the top. At last he finished with my left wrist. I was now tied down across their bed, my head hanging upside down over the edge. I was completely exposed. Jake disappeared for a moment and came back with the camera and the eye mask.

"Relax," he said, sliding the eye mask onto my face. "You know Lena and I won't hurt you."

"I just feel so helpless," I admitted.

"Yes, you're vulnerable. But you need to trust us."

"Jake," I said softly, not sure, in my dark, blind-folded world, if Lena had joined us yet. "Are you going to fuck me?"

He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand moved up my inner thigh.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Then I will."

A thrill ran through me. I knew from Lena's descriptions that Jake was a fabulous lover, giving a woman just what she needed until he brought her over the top. I needed that. It had been a long time since I'd been with someone who cared enough about me to cater to my needs.

The bathroom door creaked a little as it opened. I heard Lena gasp.

"Oh!" she exclaimed approvingly. "Jake, what a vision! I hope you're taping this."

"Of course I am," he said in a dark tone. "I've also received a special request from our guest but one that I'm going to have to put off for a moment. You know why, of course, don't you?"

Lena's hand brushed my cheek. She leaned close to my ear.

"Darling Susan," she purred seductively, "have you ever been deep-throated?"

"No," I admitted.

"It's something Jake really loves to do. You may gag a little. Just try to relax. Meanwhile, I'll be at the other end, making the experience as enjoyable for you as I can."

She moved away. I smelled Jake's man-smells as he straddled my face and bent his body over me. He guided his dick into my mouth, then balanced himself with both hands on the bed. He began pumping in and out of my mouth, and as he did so his erection grew harder and larger. I felt his dick touch my uvula and gagged a little. He kept going, and as he hit the back of my throat, I gagged even more. He continued thrusting quickly so that I was never without air. Eventually my throat opened a little further and his rhythm slowed to a more leisurely pace.

Lena's mouth kissed my inner thighs. She was taking her time this time, moving slowly over my stretched flesh. My bottom was a little elevated off the bed as Jake had tied my ankles higher on the posts, and Lena could see all of me open like a flower in bloom. Her delicate fingers moved over my clit, down my moist slit, over the opening of my vagina, across my perineum, to my anus. I was so involved with working Jake that I had not even noticed the silky feel on her fingers. Now I felt the lubricant that she had applied to her fingertips. She rubbed the lube around and around my anus. I heard a bottle top snap open and closed, and then more lube on the tip of her finger as she pushed against my tight anus. Her fingernails were quite trimmed, which I was eternally grateful for at that moment.

"Relax," I heard Lena say. "I only want to insert a small vibrator. Try to relax your ass, Susan. It won't hurt."

I consciously tried to relax my anus. A moment later, the long, slender tip of the anal vibrator slipped into my channel. The batteries kicked on and I gasped as pleasurable sensations coursed through my rectum. The next moment another vibrator entered my vagina, centering on my g-spot. I rocked wildly against the two instruments that, with different vibration rates, had turned my pussy into an exploding supernova of exhilaration.

Lena's tongue brushed my clit and I screamed against Jake's cock in my throat. I began to orgasm, not just once, but endlessly, over and over again, all the while my jaws wide open as Jake deep-throated me. Without control of my limbs, I could not crawl away or try to control the orgasm. It held me, carrying me over time and space, sending my body farther than it had ever been. I have never again experienced anything like it. Just as it came to something like an end, although it still carried me, Jake pulled out. I felt Lena's weight shift. The vaginal vibrator slid out of me and Jake thrust deep inside my wet, still-pulsing pussy with his big, hard cock. He fucked me like a crazed man while Lena moved to where he had been. I smelled her scent mixed with gardenia body wash as she straddled my face, her hands balancing her weight against the bed as Jake had done. My tongue arched out to her and struck her clit. She rode my tongue like a finger against her clit, wiggling over my face as she encouraged Jake.

"Fuck her, Jake," she said over and over again. "Harder. Make her feel you like I do. Make her scream your name. Look at her, she wants you to fuck her. Give it to her."

And on and on her voice went, going higher and more intense as her own orgasm built.

The anal vibrator was still in my ass, and I knew Jake could feel it through the thin lining of tissue between my vagina and anus. His thrusts became shorter as Lena encouraged him. I sensed he was about to come again. He was struggling to hold back, but whether it was for me or Lena, I couldn't know. Maybe he just wanted this amazing moment to last as long as possible.

Lena came first, squeezing my head between her thighs as she yelled profanities at no one in particular. Juice ran out of her pussy into my mouth and I continued licking her clit until she moved off. Jake clinched my ass in his hands as he continued drilling into me, his movements jerky and his breathing intense. I heard him say something to Lena. A second later I felt a tongue on my clit: she was licking me again while Jake fucked me. I was so close. The orgasm seemed to start where the other one had left off, so forceful that I could hardly catch a breath. From deep in the back of my throat I yelled unintelligibly over and over again. I felt like I was going to explode. Then the sensations turned in on themselves and erupted upwards, taking me with them. I jerked madly against Jake, screamed, and orgasmed for the third time. As my cunt constricted around his dick, Jake emitted a hoarse cry and climaxed, his semen shooting into me like missiles at close range. The feeling of his seed inside me was also new; I normally demanded all my partners wear protection. At that moment I realized that, had I not been on the pill, I could have gotten pregnant. Not that, with Jake, it would have been a bad thing, I reflected.

Of course, I was jumping the gun a bit. I was still being pumped by Jake, who was reluctant to give up the afternoon of ecstasy. He finally pulled out of me and the anal stimulator was drawn out with a sucking sound. Jake and Lena both worked to release my tired arms and legs.

I desperately wanted to sleep, even before the last rope was removed. But the sun had made its decent and it was time for me to consider getting ready to leave for the airport. Lena and I showered again, together this time, without so much as brushing against each other. As we dressed side by side in the bathroom, I felt no temptation to touch her. I blow dried my hair and did my makeup; she let her hair air dry, but did apply a smattering of cosmetics. Jake had simply gotten back into his trunks and turned on the grill to cook some steaks.

We joined him fifteen minutes later, I in my dull black suit, Lena in white shorts and a clingy yellow shirt. We finished off the last of the golden liquid in the pitcher, just before Jake served up the steaks along with grilled corn. I ate everything, feeling hungrier than I'd been in months.

"Susan," Lena said as we relaxed over the meal. "Jake will make you a copy of the tape if you want to take it with you."

I smiled. "I don't think so, Lena. Some things are just better enjoyed in the flesh."

"I have to agree with that," Jake said, raising his glass to me.

In the eight months since then, Jake, Lena and I have yet to share an afternoon like that one, and as far as I know, I'm the only person these remarkable people have ever allowed into their marriage.

Just today I opened my email to find a message from Lena: they're planning a trip to the east coast in a few months and would like to stop by to visit me. Of course, I have cleared my calendar to make time for them.

After all, friends are always enjoyed better in the flesh.