I’m rendered speechless by his proclamation, but when he bends down and his tongue dives between my wet folds, I don’t need to talk anymore. “Fuck, Max!” I gasp and knot my fingers in the sheets.
He doesn’t fuck around and tease me this time, instead going straight for his target and attacking my clit with his tongue. I let out a howl of pleasure and my back arches, my hips bucking up into his mouth.
I chance a peek over at Forrest and see that he’s followed Max’s instructions and not only stripped off his pants and underwear, but is slowly stroking his cock while watching Max eat me out.
Like Max, he’s well-endowed, although he’s a little bit longer while Max is a little more girthy, and I’m definitely interested to see how the difference will feel. The whole thing feels a little surreal, and absolutely filthy in the best kind of ways, and I enjoy it more than I ever dreamed I would.
Max continues to ravage my pussy with his tongue, focusing hard on my most sensitive spots and tracing patterns I can’t make sense of. His lips wrap around my clip and he sucks the sensitive bud until I’m squirming and running out of breath.
I’m a little bit embarrassed by the whole ‘being watched’ thing, but my inhibitions rapidly melt under the heat of Max’s tongue, and when he brings me to a screaming, writhing orgasm, I no longer feel the self-conscious voice worrying in the back of my mind about Forrest seeing my sex faces or hearing the mewling little whimpers or high-pitched shrieks of pleasure I’m making.
While I’m coming down, my ears are ringing and I’m on another planet, so I can’t make out the muffled conversation, but I feel shifting and open my eyes to see the two of them switching places.
Forrest kneels between my legs, placing gentle hands on my thighs. It’s strange, the sensations familiar, but different. His hands are a little softer than Max’s, his touch a little more tentative.
And looking up into brown eyes rather than the blue I’m used to is definitely new. “You ready for this?” Forrest asks softly, “It’s not too late to back out if you’re uncomfortable.”
I shake my head. “I’m not. Still in if you are.”
His lips quirk up in a smile and he guides his cock into place at my entrance, then with a single, swift motion, he drives into me, making me gasp. “I’m in,” he murmurs.
“Boo, that was bad,” Max groans, and Forrest’s laughter as he slowly moves in and out of me adds an interesting new level to things.
“No…comments from the…peanut gallery,” I choke out, the words dissolving into a moan at the end, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Fuck, this is even hotter than I was expecting,” Max says softly.
I let my eyelids flutter open and I see that Max is reaching down his pants, his erection tenting the fabric until he tugs it free and starts to stroke. “Wait, hang on a second,” I tell Forrest, who freezes.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asks in alarm.
“Nothing, nothing, I promise, that feels fucking amazing. I just have an idea, get up for a second.”
He obeys, and I beckon Max over. I have him sit on the bed, propped up by pillows, and I get on my knees between his thighs. My ass is in the air as I bend down to take his head between my lips, and Forrest takes the cue.
He kneels behind me, gripping my hips, and I arch my back a little to give him better access. He guides the head of his dick into place and drives into me from behind, and a muffled moan rolls out of me as I lower my head further down Max’s shaft.
It feels surprisingly natural, getting stuffed in two holes like this, and deliciously dirty. I feel a little niggle of guilt in the back of my mind, like maybe I’m enjoying this too much, like it’s somehow disloyal to Max that I’m getting so much pleasure out of this.
But when I open my eyes and peek up at him through my lashes, I can see that his head is thrown back in pure bliss, and that he’s having just as good a time with all of this as I am.
So I give into it, let the pleasure crash over me as Forrest rails me from behind, and I bob my head quickly along Max’s length, pausing occasionally to sweep my tongue over the head before diving back down.
It gets harder to focus on any sort of rhythm as Forrest picks up the pace, though, and I get closer to a second climax. The pleasure builds faster and faster and the motions of my mouth get sloppier, but my fiancé doesn’t complain. In fact, he knots his fingers in my hair.
When I cum again, my scream is muffled, because I choose that moment to sink down again, taking Max’s cock as deep into my throat as I can, eliciting a gasp from him. And he’s not the only one, apparently the tightening of my cunt around him as I cum is having a profound effect on Forrest, too, I hear him suck in a sharp breath.
“Holy shit, Aly,” Max hisses, his hips twitching and bucking into my mouth.
Both of them are moving a little faster, a little less rhythmically, and I know they’ve both got to be getting close. And even as I come down, I can already feel another climax starting to build. So I rock back on Forrest’s cock, meeting his every thrust, and suck a little harder on Max’s.
And as a third orgasm ripples through me, my tongue is bathed in Max’s hot, salty cum, and a few seconds later, I hear a sharp groan behind me and feel Forrest’s hips slam hard into mine, heat pouring into me as he fills me with a massive load.
I swallow down every last drop of Max’s release while Forrest slowly pulls out of me, then lift my head, licking my lips. Max grabs the back of my head and yanks me in for a kiss. “Was that ok?” he whispers.
I nod, and he smiles. “Good.”
Slowly, I roll off of him and lay on my back on the bed. My whole body hums happily, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
But my brain is running a million miles a minute. I can’t believe we really just did that. And more than that, I can’t believe Max was the one to suggest it.
I’d expected there to be jealousy, for him to change his mind or something, but he genuinely seemed to enjoy and even get off a little bit on watching Forrest fuck me.
I felt like the other shoe was just waiting to drop, like all of this was too good to be true. I’d gotten to live out one of my filthiest fantasies with my fiancé and his sexy ex, with the hopes of getting pregnant and living out one of my most treasured life dreams. So where was the catch?
I’d enjoyed myself, Max had clearly enjoyed himself, and when I look up at Forrest, he doesn’t exactly look miserable.
“So,” I say finally, breaking the long silence, “Anyone want to watch a movie or something?”