He examines everything before selecting a strawberry from the bowl and nibbling off the end. “Sounds tasty and all,” he remarks, turning the stove off, “But I think I see something even more delicious that I’d like a taste of.”
He steps over to me and Kristen and drags the bitten end of the strawberry along Kristen’s exposed thigh, leaving behind a trail of juice that he then bends down to kiss clean.
Kristen’s breath hitches. He straightens, then looks me in the eye and offers the berry to my lips. I take a bite of it, juice dripping from the corner of my mouth down my chin, and Stephen leans in to kiss me and lick my lips.
It sends shockwaves through me, but with my arousal, my nerves rise, too. Doing this once had been a gamble. Would a second time be just…part of the same gamble, or adding whole new risk to the pot?
But my body and my mind apparently aren’t in agreement, because in spite of my worries, I find myself giving in. It’s almost an out-of-body experience, like I’m watching myself and not in control.
Like Stephen, I hadn’t gotten around to putting on a shirt yet, so it doesn’t take him much effort to dispose of the pajama pants and boxers I am wearing. Together, we help Kristen down from the counter and after my t-shirt hits the floor, we end up laying her out on the table. Stephen grabs the can of whipped cream and sprays a few squirts in strategic places on her bare body. The two of us work together to clean her up, and she wriggles and moans.
Feeling a surge of bravery, or maybe stupidity, I take the can from Stephen. I tug off his pants and boxers, and his cock springs free, stiff and throbbing. I’ve never done this before, and I can feel the nerves rising, but I want to try this. Looking him in the eye, I squirt a line of whipped cream down the length of his shaft.
He shivers a little, presumably from the cold spray, or maybe from anticipation as I lower myself to my knees. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kristen prop herself on her elbows to watch, but I can’t bring myself to look at her. I can’t bring myself to look anywhere but at his face, for fear that if I don’t, I’ll lose my nerve.
He's the first one to break eye contact when I finally wrap my lips around the head of his dick. But I think it’s mostly involuntary because they’re rolling back in his head.
It’s an interesting taste. I get the familiar sweetness of the cream first, then the salty taste of his skin, and I’m intrigued by it. I actually like it. Gradually, I sink down lower, taking more of him. It’s a weird new feeling, sucking dick, but I don’t hate it. Although my jaw certainly has some protests about his girth.
He and I are pretty similarly sized, and I seriously doubt Kristen’s mouth is as big as mine, so I make a mental note to buy her some flowers or something. This shit’s some work.
But if my petite girlfriend can handle it, so can I. It takes some time to work myself up to it, but I finally get all the way down to the base.
I hear moans and whimpers coming from Kristen and glance up to see Stephen pumping two fingers into her tight little snatch, his thumb working her swollen clit.
He fingers her while I start to bob my head, and the kitchen echoes with the sounds of our pleasure. His groans, her moans, the soft slurping noises of my mouth on his cock and his fingers inside her, it all creates a symphony of sex.
Kris is the first one over the edge, I can hear her mewling cries as she cums all over Stephen’s hand. I peer up at them to watch him lick his fingers clean, but I have no intention of stopping until he reaches down and tugs his cock from my mouth.
He helps Kristen off the table and to my surprise, she takes the whipped cream from me. Stephen watches her with interest and we’re both surprised when she drops down and repeats my motions, spraying a line of cream down his cock, then proceeding to blow him.
For a moment, all I can do is watch. Part of me is screaming that I should be jealous, it should enrage me to see this, but all it’s doing is making my cock throb so badly that I reach down and start to stroke it to ease the ache.
Stephen sees the motion and glances over. “I think you can put that to better use,” he tells me, “Get the fuck behind her.”
It’s interesting to be bossed around like this. Sure, Kris has played at being the dominant one in the bedroom, but it’s definitely not her strong suit. Usually she just sort of ends up a giggling mess.
But Stephen is clearly used to having things his way in bed, and it’s kind of hot to be on the receiving end of this kind of treatment.
So I obey. I kneel behind Kris and she arches her back for me prettily, exposing that beautifully dripping wet cunt. She’s always so wet and ready for me. I plunge into her, the velvet heat enveloping me and stealing the breath from my lungs. Fuck, she feels so good.
I drive into her again and again, rough and fast. I can’t control myself; I feel like a feral animal. Like the three of us together are just reduced to our most pure and primal form, seeking nothing but carnal bliss.
I’ve never felt anything like it. Being with Kris is always amazing, but this, sharing her, not to mention myself, with another man, is bringing out a side of me I never knew existed. A side that I like.
I want more of this. I want to try it all. I want to fuck him, to let him fuck me, to see just how many times we can make Kris cum together.
I can feel her tightening around me now, her pussy pulsing like it has its own heartbeat as the pleasure builds and washes over her. Stephen’s eyes are closed and his breath is coming fast, and I can tell he’s not going to last much longer.
It comes as a bit of a relief, because I know that I can’t hold out much more in the vice grip of her cunt either.
I don’t know if we manage perfect unison, but it’s pretty fucking close. I genuinely can’t tell who cries out first as I feel the pleasure rip through me and pour into her. She’s shaking like a leaf, and Stephen’s fingers are knotted in her hair.
It takes a few moments before any of us can even move, let alone speak.
And when the first words out of Kris’ mouth are “So does anyoneactuallywant pancakes?” we all lose our shit laughing.
Chapter Nine