Chapter 139: The Private Dishwasher 003/ A lustful awaiting 001

The Private Dishwasher 003

And she craned her neck forward, opened her mouth, and pushed herself all the way onto my shaft until I felt it press against the back of her mouth, and push down her throat. My head fell back; I had never been deep throated before, and the sensation was incredible! Mary bobbed her head a few times, taking me all the way down, then popped off, and pushed Mary back on me. I felt my cum start it's bubbling threat, and knew that I was not going to last very long, this was way too hot!

Mary looked up at Jenny. "No hair, she announced, "he's shaved."

"O-oh, sexy," Jenny said, and I looked at her. She had a hand squeezed between her thighs and one up under her shirt, fondling her breast. Our eyes met. "Nice cock, Jimmy," she smirked. "And your wife is a slut!"

"She's doing a terrific job," I managed, "I don't know how long I'm going to last..."

"Yeah, suck his dick, Diane," Jenny encouraged, and then came down on the floor as well. I thought she was going for my cock, but instead she reached for Diane's chest, and fondled her breasts, and then slid a hand down into her shirt, working inside her bra, and groped her breasts! She looked up at me.

"I've wanted to do THAT since high school!" she smiled, then proceeded to unbutton my wife's shirt, and unclasp her bra, and leaned down to suck a nipple. Diane pulled back, staring drunkenly down at her friend, and Mary took a turn on my cock, bobbing her head a few strokes, taking me deep, then a few more strokes and licks. Diane looked up at me, panting as her friend sucked her sensitive nipples, then leaned forward and sucked my dick again.

"I'm going to cum soon," I announced, trying to be polite, and Diane pulled off. She turned to Mary.

"I don't swallow," she blurted, stroking me, and rubbing the head of my cock on her spit slicked face.

"Fuck it, I do," Mary countered, "let me have it." And my wife pointed my cock at Mary's mouth, offering my load to her friend, and I lost it. My knees trembled, and my chest tightened, and my balls clenched, and then I groaned, loudly, and I felt the first blast explode up my rod into Mary's waiting mouth as my wife jerked the base of my shaft.

"Let me have some," Jenny barked, and Mary pulled off after my second spurt, and my third splashed across Diane's face as Jenny opened and took my cock head between her lips, and the rest of my load pulsed out, as she sucked me and twirled her tongue around the head.

Finally, spent, I pulled back and rested my butt against the countertop, and the three girls sat back on their feet, and looked at each other. Nothing was said. And then they all began laughing, and descended into a fit of hysteria, falling down, and hugging each other, and trading sloppy wet kisses. I put myself away and buttoned up, and watched them, satisfied, amazed, and feeling very, very close to all of them.

When the laughter settled down to hiccups and snickers Diane buttoned herself up, and looked at her friends. "Since high school?" she asked incredulously. And the gales of laughter started anew. I went back to the table, and finished my club soda.

Tammy stuck her head around the doorframe." Are you guys done in there?" she asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, it's safe," I told her." Hope we didn't t scare you!"

"Shit, it's my house," she said, a little annoyed, but accepting of her friends. "Charles will be home tomorrow, I couldn't," she said, "you understand..."

"I thought maybe you were too shocked."

"Surprised, yes," she said as my wife and her friends rejoined us around the table, still giggling. "But nothing they do shocks me." She blushed a little. "Nice package though; but I couldn't watch Diane suck your dick in my house and still face my husband and kids!"

We laughed. It was time to go, and coats were retrieved and purses collected. And I started thinking about driving Mary home, in more ways than one.

The End.

Book Title: A Lustful Awaiting

She heard a car roar past outside, was it him? As she stepped up and headed towards the bay window it appeared not, the noise just whispered away. She was waiting, still. As she turned back around she glanced at the clock on the wall before making her way back to the long leather settee which she had perched herself upon earlier, anticipating his return.

It was now past 6, Karla had been waiting for her fiance to return for little over half an hour, her heart pounding every time she heard a car roll past along the road less than 300 yards from the house, yet completely hidden from view.

Karla had been engaged to her man for 4 and a half years now, him popping the question after nearly 2 and a half years of there shared love, sex and romance. Now they were still as close as ever, never drifting apart and never losing interest in each other. It was that once in a lifetime love that some people find, granted not everyone finds it attainable, heck almost half of marriages don't have it, some dismissing it as a myth. Yet, engaged and head over heals in love, Karla and Tom had it. They had always had it, there had always been something different about them, as a couple. Everyone could see when they first got together that they were crazy for each other, they suited and complemented each other, in all onlookers eyes, and behind closed doors they felt that spark themselves, the love they knew was so special, so original, and yet so delicate, that they could never take it for granted.

Karla's mind whisked back through the last, 6 years nearly, of her and Tom, memories of family encounters, strolls in the park, driving around until sunset and school with her now fiance flooded back, before the later memories quickly replaced them, getting engaged, beginning university, moving in together, skinny dipping, wild sex and mainly, that uncontrollable lust she had for Tom, the one she had now, and the one that had been building all day, every time she thought of him.

He had changed her, there was no doubting that fact. The once quiet and shy teenager had blossomed into a bubbly, risque and frankly outward individual who couldn't get enough of her future husband. This was what teenagers were supposed to be like, she knew that all too well. Karla had gone through that stage, problem was she had gone through it later than others, at the latter end of her teenage years, and still hadn't come out of it. She reiterated her final thought with one change, it wasn't a problem, it was a blessing. It was something that had led her and Tom to become closer and better than ever, something that had put them on the samee level finally, even putting Karla in a more constant state of arousal than Tom, a few times. It was something Karla had learnt to welcome into her life, rather than ignore, and it was a part of her that was growing stronger still as the relationship aged.