This story is a follow on from Reaching, happening after my wife and I first opened our marriage up.

I woke up the next morning in my bed.  At first I was a little hazy on the details of what happened the night before.  As I laid there on my back, I started remembering more details, my mind started to try and convince me that none of it had happened, that it was all a dream.  There’s no way that Chelsea wanted to sleep with other women.  And then I heard a sound that made me turn my head.  

Chelsea was moaning, and I wasn’t doing anything.  I looked down between her legs and last night’s events instantly became real again.  Kayla’s pretty face was buried between my wife’s hips and bobbing up and down slightly.  Last night had been amazing, but it had been new.  Even seeing it for the second time however, I realized this was something amazing to watch, and that I would always enjoy watching her be pleasured by another woman.  

I pulled down the sheets, revealing my stiffening cock.  I started to stroke it slowly, masturbating as I watched Kayla working my wife’s clit.  Kayla wasn’t getting Chelsea off nearly as fast as Sara did last night, but what she may have lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm.  Kayla’s own moans were starting to become more audible, mixing with my wife’s.  She clearly enjoyed giving.  

Chelsea noticed the motion of me stroking my cock and looked over at me with a smile.  I think there was also a hint of relief on her face that last night had not been a fluke, and that I was clearly happy that she was enjoying Kayla.  Sheh probably had a little of the same disbelief and doubt that had run through my head moments before.  Each of us were wondering if the other had truly been happy the night before or had just gone along with it because they were too nervous to stop it.  This morning clearly answered the question.  

As I continued to stroke my cock, Chelsea began touching herself.  While she writhed on her back from Kayla’s licking, one hand kept on the back of Kayla’s head while the other traced up her body to her breasts and began to play with them.  Chelsea began putting on a show for me, and it was so amazingly sexy.  She dropped the leg closest to me, letting me see her pussy, and see Kayla’s face buried in it.  

I watched as Kayla’s tongue slid up and down Chelsea’s slit, finding its home on her clit and focusing again.  Chelsea’s back arched each time her tongue found her clit again, and her moans got louder.  Chelsea’s hand was gently massaging her breasts, but when her back arched, her fingers tightened and pinched her nipples, pulling them up away from her body.  It was so amazingly sexy to watch, especially with my wife making it into a show for me.

I stroked faster, feeling my cock throbbing and getting closer to cumming.  I was hoping I didn’t race past my wife to the finish line.  I felt a hand slide up my inner thigh and looked down to find Sara looking up at me as she crawled up between my legs.  She slid her hand around the base of my shaft, sliding it up and pushing mine off while she replaced it with her own.  “I think the least I can do for our gracious hosts is not make you take care of yourself when there’s an available mouth to help you out,” she said as she hovered over my cock.  

Sara’s long hair was pulled back and thrown over to one side, hanging out of the way so my wife could see her face near my cock, hand slowly stroking me.  Now it was Chelsea’s turn to surprise me.  “I agree,” my wife said between moans, “suck my husband’s cock you dirty little slut, make him cum hard in that cute face of yours.”  Chelsea had picked up right where she left off last night, really getting into the foursome, happy to share me as she was getting serviced as well.  

“With pleasure,” Sara said in a low, sultry voice.  She returned her gaze to me and slowly lowered her face.  She slid her hand all the way to the base of my cock.  She moved down until her lips were at my balls.  Never breaking eye contact, she slowly sucked each one into her mouth, and I could feel her tongue swirling around each one.  I had always had a feeling that Sara was amazing in bed, but even my imagination had fallen short of just how incredible she was.  

Sara let my sack fall from her mouth gently then opened her hand up as she slowly licked from the base of my shaft up to the head.  She left her tongue out, swirling it around the rim of my head like an ice cream cone that she couldn’t get enough of.  “Oh fuck!” I heard my wife scream.  I couldn’t tell if it was from Kayla getting her that much closer to the edge, or from the show Sara was making out of working my cock - I couldn’t break my gaze from Sara to see which it was.  

Still never breaking that eye contact, Sara wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and slid them down my shaft painstakingly slowly.  My entire body tensed as I watched her devour every last inch.  I felt the slight tightening as my cock entered her throat, but she just kept pushing down until I was sliding down it.  It was so incredibly sexy to see the lust in her eyes while she had every inch of me inside her, gaze still locked on mine.  

After holding me inside her for a few moments, Sara started to bob up and down, hand twisting and sliding on my shaft right next to her lips.  She really knew her way around a cock.  I reached down and dug my fingers into her hair, grabbing her head and forcing it down, even though she was willingly taking everything I had.  I couldn’t help but want to feel some control over the situation.  Sara apparently enjoyed it as well as she began to moan when I grabbed her head.  

As I started fucking her mouth faster, I leaned my head back.  I turned to the side to see my wife in the throes of her own pleasure, screaming as she watched Sara working my cock.  I couldn’t help but think about how 12 hours before, Chelsea and I were just a normal couple that had hot sexy, but nothing crazy, and here we were getting serviced by two women.

“You like that baby?” I asked my wife.  “You like watching one sexy little slut swallowing my cock while another is devouring your hot pussy?”  Chelsea’s loud moans turned into even louder screams.  Something else we never would have considered until today - how much we would get off on dirty talking, encouraging extra-marital pleasure.  “That’s it baby, I want you to cum hard as you watch me fucking Sara’s face.”  I

I pulled Sara’s hair back into a pony tail, grabbing her head tighter now.  I pushed down forcefully, feeling no hesitation or pushback in her body.  I thrust my own body up into her, meeting her lips with the base of my shaft.  The harder I fucked her face, the more glug-glug-glug sound came from the messy blowjob as she drooled all over my cock.  It was so amazing watching every inch of my cock disappear in her mouth, feeling her smoothly take me down her throat.  

Chelsea was getting overloaded between Kayla’s tongue and the show Sara was putting on.  I could see her writing in pleasure.  “Oh my god I’m so close baby!” She screamed.  I could see the muscles in her arm so tensed up as she held Kayla’s hair and was tugging at her hard nipples.  She looked like she might pull it right off from how hard she was pulling.  “Right there Kayla, oh fuck yes right there!” she continued as her back arched high off the bed.  A booming final scream came as the orgasm hit her like a wave.  

I saw Sara’s eyes dart to the side just to catch a peek at Chelsea’s orgasm before they returned right back to my own eyes.  She let my cock slide all the way out of her mouth, sliding her hand behind it.  She stroked me slowly as she looked me in the eyes. “Looks like it’s your turn to cum, big boy,” she said in a low tone before diving back down on my cock.  

She twisted her hand around my shaft as she moved her lips up and down.  Sara would move fast then slow down, alternating between an overload of sensations and almost no movement.  She was a master at this, and I could feel a huge load coming from the sensations.  As she continued to work me I watched Kayla kissing her way up Chelsea’s body.  Once Chelsea caught her breath, Kayla planted her lips on Chelsea’s in a slow, passionate kiss.  The kiss seemed equal parts pleasure for them and show for me.  I watched Kayla’s tongue, fresh from my wife’s pussy, sliding into Chelsea’s mouth to share her own taste with her.  Chelsea moaned as her own juices were rubbed along her tongue.  

Watching my wife doing that pushed me over the edge.  I couldn’t hold back any more if I had wanted to.  I grabbed Sara’s head and started pounding my cock into her mouth.  She took it without hesitation, positioning herself to accept the repeated thrusts of my shaft down her throat.  The impending orgasm was starting to drive me crazy, but I could just make out Sara’s moans as I used her mouth hard.  Out of the corner of my eye I also thought I saw Kayla and Chelsea pausing their makeout to turn and watch me explode.  

Now it was my turn to come off the bed.  I thrust my hips up, grunting as I felt myself explode.  I quickly relaxed and released my grip on Sara’s head, though I could feel my cock still throbbing and pumping my cum inside Sara.  Sara never let my head out of her mouth, but did slide up my cock a bit, taking the cum into her mouth after the first bit was shot straight down her throat.  As my head started to clear I realized Sara had my balls in her hands, massaging them as her other hand slowly coaxed up and down my shaft to get every last drop of cum in her mouth.  

I wondered if Sara was going to make a show of swallowing my cum, but once she had drained me she showed us all that she already had a plan.  She let my cock fall from her lips, closing her mouth but smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary.  She then crawled over to the women.  She pushed Kayla off Chelsea as she mounted my wife herself.  She positioned herself above Chelsea and slid her hand up.  Sara gently opened Chelsea’s mouth and then her own, letting some of my cum fall into my wife’s mouth.

Next Sara shifted over to Kayla and repeated her show, depositing some more of my cum in Kayla’s mouth.  She kissed Kayla, then Chelsea, before kneeling between my legs and looking me in the eyes once more.  Kayla rolled back on top of Chelsea as the two of them resumed making out, their tongues covered in my cum as they danced together.  Sara meanwhile stuck her tongue out cupped, showing me a still large amount of cum she had saved for herself.  She slowly retracted her tongue before making a big show of swallowing.  Once she was done she proudly opened wide to show that she had finished the job.  

Sara crawled like a cat up my body, still holding her amazing eye contact with me as her face got closer and closer to mine.  As she reached my head, she moved hers to the side, putting her lips right next to my ear.  She chose the ear on the far side from my wife so that Chelsea couldn’t hear her whisper.  “I hope this is the first of many loads that you give me, Trevor, in all my holes.” She sat back her wet pussy almost on top of my cock as her comments made it twitch back to life.  She wore a mischievous smile, a mix of pride for working my cock so well with the anticipation of all the things she would do with my cock in the future.  

I only lingered on that thought for a moment before ensuring that my wife didn’t get jealous.  I leaned over, taking her breast in my mouth as she continued making out with Kayla.  Chelsea moaned, enjoying the double attention.  Out of her sight, Sara slid her hand up my side until she took my hand in hers.  I was shocked for a moment but quickly recovered.  I let Chelsea’s breast fall from my mouth before suggesting that we all move to the shower to clean up from all the fun we’d been having.  Sara squeezed my hand slightly before letting it go as we all rose from bed and moved into the shower to continue.