“Aria, babe.” I called softly to my wife. “I have a bath ready for you,” I said as I came back into our bedroom. The soft scent of jasmine and rose water wafted in from behind me, where our attached bathroom was.
Aria looked up from her phone, an adorable pout on her full lips. “Finn, honey, you spoil me.” She was so gorgeous, lying on her tummy in just a loose white cropped tank top and peach colored booty shorts. Her outfit was a delicious contrast from her bronzed skin.
“You deserve it, my love. I'm glad to have you back from your tour,” I told her as I came to the bed. I sifted my fingers through her long black hair, those rich dark eyes looking up at me. “I've watched the live streams of every show, but God, I've missed these eyes looking at me.”
She let out the cutest little whimper in response. It was the same sound she makes when she sees a cute puppy or a newborn baby.
Keeping her eyes on me, she put her phone down and reached for the band of my sweatpants. Her intentions were clear, and I took her hands in mine, stopping her.
“Later, darling. Bath first. I know your feet are sore.” I held her hand as she sat up. With the elegance of the dancer she was, she rose effortlessly to her bare feet.
I led her into the bathroom and topped the tub off with just a bit more hot water. I wanted it to be perfect. “Enjoy your bath, darling. If you need anything, I'll be reading in bed.”
Aria stayed put in the doorway, blocking me in as she studied the tub. Was she critiquing my work or hatching a plan?
“It's a large tub, bebe [baby or babe]. You can fit, too.” Her hands were on her hips, large dark nipples pressing against the thin white material of her shirt.
It wasn't a choice. I was going to take a bath with her, and I showed her I wouldn't fight her on it by pushing my sweatpants down.
Aria's tinkling laughter filled the room, and the floral steam rose to meet the sound. “No underwear? I thought I saw too much of a bulge for there to be anything under there.” She teased me softly in that sexy posh London accent of hers. It was enough to make my cock twitch a little on its own.
“For what it's worth, I've always loved that look on you.” She took her own top off and tossed it in the hamper, baring her fit upper body to me with her dusting of small, dark tattoos.
“I feel the same way when you forego a bra,” I told her as I hooked my fingers into her shorts and pulled them down for her. I squatted as I went to take them all the way off. “My my.” The words were little more than a breath. “Nothing underneath for you, either.”
“I know you love the toe.” She giggled a little louder this time.
Aria and I had been together for eight years and married for two, but we never stopped shamelessly flirting. We both felt that part of us would never die. Our honeymoon phase had lasted this whole time and had no sign of slowing down.
I showed her just how much I loved her ‘toe’ by pressing a kiss to it. Nothing too deep or that would suggest I wanted to delay her bath. She let out a sigh regardless. I stood up and shooed her to the bathtub.
She looked over her shoulder at me, watching me watch her. She moved with languid and fluid motions like a panther as she stepped into the hot water, then slowly sinking in.
Once she was settled, she carefully scooted forward a little and made room for me. I got in the tub behind her, caging her in with my legs. She leaned back against me carefully, making sure not to displace too much water.
Aria sighed as the fragrant water settled around us. I held her close to me, wrapping my arms around her. She tucked her hands between my biceps and elbows, nuzzling into my neck.
“Urgh, this is so nice,” Aria purred, the hot water slowly relaxing her hard-used muscles from months on tour.
Of course, we'd see each other on gaps in tour, but it was never enough. Both of us were very affectionate and emotionally demanding people. Her tours were hard on us, and this was our favorite way to come back together.
After a few short minutes, I found myself incapable of keeping my hands still. I had to touch her, to roam her body and revisit every bit of it. I had the planes of her body well memorized, but it never hurt to refresh.
“Hmm.” Aria hummed contently as my fingers splayed over her toned tummy. “I missed these hands on me. I love your soft touch.” She was whispering in our little bubble; our personal sanctuary of peace and tranquility.
“And I missed this body.” I whispered back, my breath hot on the perspiring skin of her neck. My lips pressed to her flesh, and I suckled lightly, making her moan.
Her nails scraped weakly against my forearms. “Finn.” She breathed needily. “I-I need you to touch me.” She said it with the lowered voice of someone in church, sharing secrets under the sound of a sermon. “Please?” She asked, her head turned and lips brushing mine.
I dipped the fingers on both hands under the water that was lapping against our bodies with the pressure of a candle's flame. I felt her breath lick against the edges of my mouth as my fingers touched the V of her legs, her pussy so close.
“You teasing bastard.” She giggled and nipped my bottom lip. “You're so fucking sexy when you make me beg for you.”
I smiled and kissed her, a fleeting peck quickly followed by two more. I let my fingers touch her smooth vulva and slowly pulled it apart, letting the water be graced by her inner folds. “Nothing makes me happier than hearing my name leave your lips in a heady prayer,” I told my beautiful wife as I brushed her opening with the pad of my index finger. “I want to worship your body, Aria. I love every part of you.”
Aria let out another of her little mewls and claimed my lips in a needy, demanding kiss.
I rubbed her slick opening with one finger, and I circled her red clit with another. She moaned into the kiss, and her hips flicked on reflex. A knee-jerk reaction to me touching the most sensitive part of her being, even with my touch being so reverent.
“I know you're keeping us all soothed and sensual, but you know that every time you do this, it makes me want to absolutely devour you later, right?”
A deep, throaty laugh escaped me. “I know darling, and I love that, too. I love our dynamic.” I slipped a finger into her needy pussy and massaged a breast in my other. “I love that you let me direct our sweet moments like this. And I'm more than happy to accommodate when you ask me to tie you to the bed.”
Aria growled softly at the imagery I put in her head. Her pussy ever so lightly fluttered around my fingers, and I knew my wife well enough to know she let her eyes drift close. “You know, my favorite days are when we visit both worlds.”
I chuffed quietly in her ear and kissed the shell of it. “I think we can make use of those under-the-bed restraints tomorrow.” I popped a second finger into her cozy slit, making her moan. “Wait a moment. Isn't your friend Delilah coming over tomorrow?” I asked casually, my fingers continuing their slow exploration of my wife's center.
“Mhmm.” She confirmed with a slow nod of her head, her bottom lip between her veneers. “We can do that after, of course. Unless you had your eyes on my friend.” I thought her voice held a bit of teasing to it, but my hand stopped moving, my fingers staying buried in her wet heat. “Babe?”
“Aria, you know I would never.” I said it earnestly but not defensively as I pulled her even closer to me.
She twisted at the hip and cupped my chin in her hand, her thumb brushing my light beard stubble. “I know, Finn. Of course I know,” she said softly and then kissed my jaw. “I was only joking. I'm sorry. I would never even accuse you of being unfaithful. We're each other's worlds, and I love that. I know so many performers that worry about their partner sneaking around or entertaining someone else. I've never felt jealous or anxious about that with you. I couldn’t do that to you, either.”
“Good,” I said definitively, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles as I started moving my fingers inside her again. I felt my chest warming back up as she let out a breathy sigh. She held my wrist, not pushing me away but keeping me there. “I would never entertain anyone but you, Aria. I could never cheat on you. Even if there ever was anyone else, I would talk to you at once. We would discuss it like adults. I'd never hide something behind your back.”
The water started to cool down, and we decided to pull the plug before we could get cold and prune.
As the water swirled down the drain, Aria didn't drop the conversation. “Finn… have you ever looked at another woman? Even just a harmless crush?” She put a perfectly manicured hand up before I could even speak. “This is not a trap. I’m not asking to judge. This is a purely innocent question. I know you’d never hurt me, i dashur [sweetheart].”
I met her sharp eyes for a moment, and of course I saw no sign of challenge, of deception. “I’d be either lying or a psychopath if I said I have never seen other women as attractive.” I chuckled and handed her a towel.
Instead of drying off, she casually wrapped it around herself. “I can give you access to my Instagram and Reddit.” I really had nothing to hide. Aria and I were sexual people. We’d watch porn together sometimes. Find new things we wanted to try, or we’d get off together if we didn’twant to do a whole song and dance. She knew I could find other people attractive.
“Finn, that’s not what I’m asking.” Aria chewed her lip for a moment. “If we had an open relationship… no, that’s not quite it.” She took a moment to chew her thoughts. “If we wanted to share people with each other, if we invited other people into our bedroom with us… is that something you’d want?”
I stopped toweling myself dry and looked at her. “Aria, I know you’re not considering cheating on me, but is this something you’ve thought about before? Or is this just coming up now?”
Aria left the bathroom and sauntered back into our bedroom. Looking out the window of our London townhouse, we saw fat droplets running down the glass. A streak of blue-purple lightning lanced across the dark sky.
Yup, Aria was back in London, alright. It seemed like a storm always rolled in after her return, announcing the queen was home.
“Finn, you’re dodging the question like it’s a wrench,” Aria said. She dropped her towel and climbed into bed, holding the sheet up for me. “I thought of it just as I was teasing you about Delilah. I think she’s very attractive and an utter sweetheart. She’s also someone I would trust home alone with you. I’m just saying, if we wanted to play with a third person together, she might not be a bad choice.” Aria shrugged.
I lay down next to her, and she wrapped us up under the fresh bed covers.
I kissed her head as she snuggled next to me. Her warm and naked body felt right on mine. “Aria, are you considering asking her to join us?” I asked carefully, but not judgingly or too hopeful.
I was standing on as neutral ground as I could. Even as open as we were with each other, this was a rocky subject. Respect for each other, taking each other seriously and constantly weighing the other's needs is how we got this far.
“Honestly?” Aria asked as she wrapped a hand around me and very gently stroked my length. Her thumb followed the central vein along the bottom. “Maybe a little, if you agree to it. I want us both to do it together, though. I might be interested if it’s something we do as a couple. I have no interest in another person if you aren't there.”
I swallowed and kissed her hair. I couldn’t hide that talking about this with my stunning wife stroking my cock had me rock hard. When her second hand touched my balls, I let my eyes fall closed. “We can try it out, if you trust her,” I agreed, my hand soothingly rubbing her shoulder.
“Really?” Aria asked, sounding hopeful for the first time. “I really do want you to be comfortable with it, Finn. If you’re not, we don’t have to talk about it.”
I loved how understanding this woman was, how much she was willing to be adventurous but still safe and considerate with each other.
“Well, we should talk to Delilah before we get too worked up, don’t you think?” I asked as I let myself hump into Aria’s hand a little. I felt her lips curl into a smile as she nuzzled her head against my chest.
“She thinks you’re hot. I know she does. We’ve never talked about sharing you before, but I know she looks at you sometimes. She likes that you're pretty tall without being a giant.”
Aria kissed my neck and kept stroking me. She kissed my lips and then carefully rolled over, facing the window out of our bedroom and into the backyard to watch the rain. Her hand kept moving up and down me until I rolled onto my side to spoon her.
“Well, I don’t think she’s hard to look at either.” Aria let me go and rubbed her firm ass up against me. “And you already know how I feel about you.” I laughed, trying to keep the energy light as we stayed on this rickety topic.
Aria and I were great communicators, but this was still a dicey subject that I think would be hard for anyone to talk about.
“I can feel how you feel about me, Finn.” Aria giggled as she repositioned herself. My cock nestled in the valley of her ass. “It’s clearly not something we need. We’re certainly not in risk of the fire going out or anything.” Aria spoke for the both of us, but I felt she was right. “It just seems fun. We don’t necessarily need restraints or toys in the bedroom either, but we both like them.”
I kissed Aria’s neck as I let that sexy voice of hers keep washing over me. Occasional far-off thunder rumbles made the energy in the room cozy and calm. We were discussing a sensitive topic, but I didn’t think either of us were on a back foot or offended.
We were an open and secure, married couple discussing possibilities. I was very thankful for our ability to comfortably do so and not be overly worried about backlash or taking a misstep that couldn’t be rectified. This is what love and openness should feel like.
“I’m willing to dabble with it. I’m comfortable if you are, maybe. I don’t even have to ask about having a safe word and a parachute if either of us don’t like it.” Pausing for a moment, I enjoyed the warmth of our bodies mingling together. “Do you know how you might want to approach Lilah about it?”
“Hmm.” Aria pondered aloud, and I chuckled softly as I felt her wiggling her back into me. That ass of hers felt so damned good wrapped around me like a sleeve.
I couldn’t help but to gently rock my hips, making her coo. “I should probably be up front and ask her about it. Kind of the same way we talked about it. I also have a hot little idea to seduce her, but she’s a good friend and I don’t know if I want to do that….”
I reached a hand over Aria’s waist and rubbed my fingers over her slick labia. My wife was definitely turned on by talking about this steamy topic while pressed so close in a romantic setting.
Now that my hand was there, I couldn’t just pull away and leave her wanting. I easily slid a finger in her again, earning a breathy moan for me.
“I wouldn’t mind sharing with you, Finn. That’s just the thing, though. I want us to play together. I can’t just give you away for a day or something. I don’t want either of us to have ‘side’ people.”
“I know what you mean,” I assured her as I curled a finger against her pliant G-spot. “I’m not selfish, and I’m not the most monogamous person I know, but I feel the same way you do. I don’t need another partner, but sex is fun, and I can see us having fun experimenting with another person. I'm not bothered by the idea at all. What I'm adamant about is making sure neither of us get hurt.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Aria said, working her fantastic ass on my hard cock. Her pussy rode my fingers and clamped around them every so often. “I’ll talk to Lilah tonight, but right now, I want your cock. Just your cock. Nobody else’s.”
She reached behind her and between us, dislodging my cock from her cheeks to position it at her entrance. Her gasp and the way she wiggled in my grasp told me this was exactly what she wanted.
I pushed into her one inch at a time, letting her adjust to my welcome intrusion until I was nestled all the way in. “I can’t imagine anyone’s pussy ever feeling this good. We can play with another person, but this is the pussy destined for me,” I said, only half joking. “I missed this so much.”
“Me, too.” Aria breathed into the enveloping darkness of the room, reaching behind her to play with the short dark hair on my head. She pulled herself even more flush against me in the process.
I let the weather set the pace of our languid love making. Aria essentially cock warmed me, but every time the lightning flashed, or the thunder rolled, I surged my hips, following it, filling my favorite person even more.
“How are you feeling, baby girl?” I asked Aria as another streak of lightning lit up the gray-black clouds around it and I fucked into her again.
She was a year and a half older than me, but it didn’t stop her from letting me baby her. Letting me pamper her so sweetly. I was under no illusion about Aria; she was independent, fierce, and a bad bitch.
Behind closed doors, when it was just the two of us, she knew I was happy to let her be soft and cared for. She loved knowing she had someone she could safely be that person with. I was the one person she could shed her shell around.
“It feels so good, darling.” She moaned back and kissed the corner of my mouth, starting to roll her talented hips to slowly fuck herself on me.
As sweet, teasing, and gentle as I wanted to be, I knew she wanted to cum. She wanted to make me cum. So, I let her work herself on me, but I let her take as much as she needed. As fast or slow as she wanted it. As long as the stimulation was still incoming, she didn’t mind taking it slow.
Our pace matched the cold-looking world outside, but we were so warm and sound in our house.
“I’m sorry I didn’t light a few candles for us,” I said as Aria kept grinding, sliding herself along my stiff cock. “It would make it so much cozier,” I lamented.
“Shhh.” Aria shushed me as she slid herself off of me. I wondered what she was doing until she held up the covers for herself and then rolled onto her belly, sliding under them. “You pampered me, and now it’s your turn. I dare you to turn down a blowjob twice in one night,” she challenged.
I was more than happy to lie back and let my wife, one of the hottest women on the planet, make love to my dick. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her lips kissing it, tongue running up my length and tracing my veins.
Every time my cock twitched, or I bucked my hips, she’d giggle at me and place another kiss to the tip. Unless I was down her throat, that’s how it went, and had been for eight years.
After all this time, after all these blowjobs, I still couldn’t get over how good she’d gotten at them and how much I loved them from her.
“Do you want me to suck you off completely, bebe? Or do you want to cum inside your adoring wife’s tight cunt?” She asked and then coaxed both of my balls into her moist mouth and suckled, making my lower back leave the mattress.
“Inside,” I said breathlessly. Aria controlled my breathing with the speed she licked my frenulum. “I want to cum inside you,” I said with more strength that time.
I felt one more lingering kiss to the head. Like her lips were saying goodbye for now. And then in the dim city lights bleeding in through the rain-pelted window, her smiling face appeared from under the covers. “You are so fucking beautiful,” I whispered, like any raised voices would break the spell that kept this night so magical.
She gave me that adorable pout as I combed my fingers through her hair. It was the face she made when I knew she understood just how deeply I meant every word. It was the face she made when she understood that I worshipped every breath she breathed, and I cherished every second I got to spend in her embrace.
I closed my eyes and felt those supple lips of my life partner kissing my body. And then she was lying next to me. I rolled onto my side again to meet her. She lifted her leg and draped it over my hip to open herself for me.
With one hand, she took my cock and led it back to her opening. We locked eyes as I sank in, her lips wordlessly opening. We didn’t need words. The mouth can’t always say what the eyes can. What our heart beats synced and in time with each other can say.
Aria wrapped her arms around my neck and kept that loving, mystified look in her eyes as I sank all the way into her. “I love my career, Finn, but I love nothing more than seeing the light in my husband’s eyes as he fucks me.”
I couldn’t bite back the growl that emanated from my throat, and I didn’t try to when I heard her say that. I was married to Aria Ahmeti, one of the biggest stars in the world. I was just Finn, a German who moved to London when the IT company I was in sales for merged with another.
With Aria, behind closed doors, social media didn’t matter. Paydays didn’t matter. I loved her more fiercely and with more devotion than she had ever known before. And I was someone who loved her, and not who she was.
As I reached between us and rubbed her clit in slow circles, I could feel her clenching tight around me. With my cock sliding in and out of her, letting her feel every minute detail as well as the clitoral stimulation, it didn't take my beautiful Aria long to breathe out my name over and over as she climaxed.
Not surprisingly, I found my international sex symbol of a wife to be the most stunning creature I had ever seen. Knowing that it was my simple peasant's hands and cock that made her cum, of course, I wasn't far behind.
I screwed my eyes shut and growled like a rutting beast as my love for Aria poured out of me and burst into her. And I knew she felt it as her nails clawed against my back, leaving angry red lines like they usually did.
“I love you, Finn. So fucking much.” Aria panted into my ear as she ran her smooth palms over the flesh she had marked.
My balls were empty, but I was still hard for the moment, and I kept pumping, needing to give her all I had: body, effort, and heart.
“I love you, too, Aria. No matter who we decide to let into this bedroom, you will always be my queen. You will always come first.”
I said my oath as I slowly extracted myself and watched the last of me pop out. I felt her forehead on mine, and she told me she wanted to watch what our lovemaking produced run out of her, too.
She was a squirter when in the mood, but on this cozy night made for cuddle-fucking, she was happy to just clench her abs and push my jism out of her.
“Holy shit.” She laughed. “You put more in me than I thought.”
“It had time to build up.” I played back. “I'll get some paper towels. Don't move.” I disappeared into the bathroom and returned as promised.
I stopped at the foot of the bed when I saw such a beautiful sight; my wife Aria Ahmeti with two fingers inside of her. She was lying on the bed with the sheets and blankets around her thighs. I watched her playing with the cum I left inside her.
“Sorry.” She smiled coyly. “I couldn't help myself. I just love what you do to me so much. Sometimes I have to play with the aftermath.” She brought her soiled fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean. “You taste so good, too. I could never be a spitter.” She giggled as I tore a wad of paper towel from the roll.
Aria expected me to simply hand it to her, but I refused and pressed the paper to her messy pussy instead. I wiped up in careful passes as she watched me with hooded eyes.
“How the fuck do you make aftercare so sexy?” Her voice was a velvet wave that made me shudder.
I shrugged. “I think it's just because of how much we love each other. You think everything I do is sexy.”
“Just like how you think everything I do is cute?”
“Exactly,” I confirmed as I threw the used paper towel into the trash bin beside the bed.
Aria watched with sated and pleased eyes as I cleaned both of our fluids off my cock and tossed that paper away as well.
“As much fun as I bet we'll have with Lilah, I'll never get tired of just us.” My darling told me as she held the blankets up for me to get in again.
I took a moment to look at her glorious and nude body in the cold blue light drifting in from outside. “Get in here, you ass. It's chilly.” She laughed, and I did as told.
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The next day, Aria's close friend, Delilah Thompson, came over as scheduled. Five minutes early, even.
Delilah was 21, and an upcoming artist. She met Aria early in her career. The two had formed a student/mentor relationship as well as a close friendship. Aria was her senior by nine years.
“Lilah!” Aria said happily as she came into the front room in a robe. I knew what she was wearing under it, but Delilah was in for a surprise. We hoped she'd see it as a pleasant one.
“Good evening, Aria!” Lilah said just as happily. The two friends met in a warm embrace as I closed the door.
“It's been forever. That tour felt so long.” Aria pouted.
“I'm glad you're back, but I also hope you had fun,” Lilah said as Aria took her hand and led her to ‘the music room.’ It was a room with fantastic acoustics. There was no recording equipment, but we had my piano, a guitar or three, and a few other little things, making it like a cozy music store.
“Oh, it was. But I missed you and Finn,” she said graciously. “Finn, you will play piano for us while we sing, won't you?”
“If you'd both like,” I said easily. The excited smile and clap Lilah met me with told me I was indeed invited.
With a skilled side eye, I was able to notice that Lilah did really watch every move I made. And when Aria spoke, her eyes were either on her eyes or sensual lips. I was starting to think Aria's radar was accurate; Lilah was attracted to the both of us.
After three songs, Aria went from her favorite bar stool that she said “helped project her voice” to sitting next to me on the piano bench.
She looked at me, and I knew this was the moment.
“Lilah, can I ask you something?” I heard the anxiousness in her voice, and I think Lilah did, too. “Please be completely honest, if you can comfortably. I promise you're safe.” This made our friend look at the two of us skeptically. “Are you attracted to Finn and me?”
Delilah laughed at first, a little put off by the question. But then she sobered up when Aria's face remained serious. “Oh. Um, you do really want to know.” She bit her plump lower lip, her angular features hard as she swallowed. In a gentle voice, she admitted, “Yes. Very much.”
Aria and I both smiled in a warm, relieved way. We could only hope it didn't come off as creepy.
“We both think you're a beautiful young woman with light-years of potential ahead of you,” Aria said, standing from her bench. “Have you… have you ever thought about either of us, uh, maybe both of us… sexually?”
The end of the question was only audible because of the room's stellar acoustics. I was barely able to breathe myself.
Lilah slowly turned her head to the side, long blonde curls partially obscuring her face. “W-why?”
“Please promise not to run away screaming,” Aria started off slowly. “But Finn and I were talking last night, and… there's no pressure, but we would be delighted and honored… if you'd join us this evening.”
Delilah blinked slowly, but the atmosphere, and the tension in her face, told us she knew what Aria was implying. “Are you… Are you serious? Are you sure? Is this some kind of cheating trap?”
“Oh, no! God no!” I said but stayed where I was perched. I didn't want her to feel caged or ambushed if I got up too quickly. “Aria and I would never betray each other. That's why we're doing this here. In the open. Together. We think a third person could be fun. We want to share each other, but not separately.”
Lilah's head tilted back slowly in recognition. “And you two are choosing me?”
“Yes.” It was Aria's turn to speak again. “We both like you, and we think you're a very sweet girl we can be open with. That we trust. No strings, no pressure. Just three mutually attracted people interested in shared pleasures. Whatever your answer, what's said or done never leaves this house. Never leaves the three of us.”
Lilah took her time to mull it over. “I'm not very experienced. Certainly not as much as you two. Um….”
“We don't even need an answer tonight, Lilah,” I said softly, emphasizing just how low-pressure this idea was.
“No. I want to do this,” she said softly. “I like you both a lot, and I think you're both very attractive.” She swallowed and stood up slowly. “I think you two would keep into consideration the happiness and safety of all three of us. I think it's sweet you two want to explore like this together, and I'm touched you chose me.”
I took this as my time to stand up too, bringing our triumvirate together.
I let Aria and Lilah kiss first. Lilah was certainly tentative, but Aria was patient and happy to take things slow. She didn’t introduce tongue into the kiss until she felt Lilah’s hands on her hips.
Once Lilah felt she had her feet under her, once she knew we were serious and this wasn’t a joke, a bit of her shyness melted away. She was bold enough to untie the knot keeping Aria’s silky evening robe closed.
Aria let it fall open, revealing the black lace panties with a sapphire silk bow and the matching ribbed corset up top, pushing her boobs up invitingly. “I was hoping you'd agree to this,” Aria said with a giggle when she saw Lilah's jaw drop.
“Holy shit,” the younger blonde said breathily. She reached forward and ran her fingers up the delicate boning of Aria's lingerie. “You're fucking stunning.”
Lilah captured my wife's lips with more hunger this time, and Aria giggled through the kiss, her lips smiling as they kissed.
I wasn't told I could start unbuttoning Delilah's blouse, but she didn't seem to mind. Her hand scratched the short hair on the nape of my neck as my wife continued to kiss her.
Lilah lowered her arms and let me shed her ruby red blouse from her, leaving her in a lacy, red, sheer bra. I undid the back, and Aria pulled the straps down, sliding it along her arms.
She turned around and kissed me this time, her hands going to my belt. I was glad she was into this, happy to be here, and not scared or overwhelmed. I couldn’t bear to think she was doing this under duress.
“You two might have to direct me,” she said as she watched her handywork. She took care of my belt and the snap of my pants. “I want to play, but I’ve never done something like this before,” Lilah admitted.
She didn’t sound shy, but there was a lack of confidence due to her inexperience. She was in good, trusting, and guiding hands, however.
“That’s just fine, sweetheart,” Aria said as she undid the little zipper on the back of Lilah’s black pencil skirt. “I’m more than happy to help you along; in music and in the bedroom.” She laughed softly, dropping to her knees as she pulled the sleek black garment all the way down her friend’s legs.
Aria lightly put her hands on Lilah's hips and tugged, instructing her to get on her knees with her. “I'm guessing you've gone down on a man before?”
Lilah looked into Aria's eyes and bit her lip, nodding slowly. “A few times, but I have a lot to learn.”
Aria smiled softly and cupped her friend's cheek. “Well, you've come to the right couple. I absolutely adore sucking Finn off. Let me show you, and then you can try, if that’s okay?”
Lilah nodded happily. “That sounds wonderful. If you don't mind, Finn?” She asked hopefully, her eyes almost pleading as she tilted her head to look up at me.
I saw two beautiful pairs of enthusiastic, hopeful, and bright eyes looking up at me. And like a teasing little thing, Aria started to paw at my pants like a dog wanting a treat. Following Aria’s lead, Lilah did the same.
The two slowly pulled my pants down bit by bit. I chuckled a little at the act, but it did really make me feel desired as they acted out their primal and animalistic want for my cock. It was overexaggerated, but it was still fun.
Aria led the charge by bracing her hands on her knees and leaning forward. She kissed the bulge in my boxer-briefs and wrapped her lips around it, sensually chomping me.
Lilah showed that she was a fast learner by doing the same with my balls through the fabric. Her mouth on one of the most sensitive parts of my body was restrained and pleasant. She knew how easily nuts could be damaged.
I rolled my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of two mouths teasing me and warming themselves up. Aria, my wife and the one who was far more used to this, pulled my underwear down and let my cock spring free.
“Do you want to try first, or do you want to watch a bit?” Aria asked as she licked her hand and started to rub me. Her thumb ran across the bottom of my sensitive tip.
Lilah licked her lips, watching my twitching cock. “I’ll watch for a moment, first. I want to see what he likes.” She answered humbly, and it made me smile. She’d be a great student for us.
“Smart girl.” Aria purred as she licked me from the soft meeting point of where the base of my cock met my scrotum, up to my frenulum. I let out a long, shaking breath, letting her know she was on the right track.
“Finn has a very sensitive cock.” Aria informed her student as her thumb rubbed the underside of my mushroom tip. “He’s extremely responsive, and he’s a moaner. The sounds he makes are enough to make me wet.”
She kissed up and down my length like she had last night, making sure her lips mapped out every bit of me, ensuring my nerves were heightened, and taking in every feeling. She stuck her tongue out when she got to the top and started to curl it, lapping from my frenulum and over the hill to lick the little slit at the top.
“Fuck, Aria.” I groaned, just like she said I would. It made Lilah giggle adorably as Aria smiled, never stopping her tongue. “God, that feels so good,” I said as I ran my hand into her hair.
With my head still back, eyes closed, I was acutely aware of another pair of lips on my balls. Then a tongue ran between the heavy orbs as the second mouth suckled my crown.
“Shit,” I murmured, not wanting to know whose mouth was where. The mystery was part of the fun. Both women were cooing softly, letting me know they were having fun together.
“Keep your eyes closed until you cum, bebe. Don't worry about who is doing what. Just trust and feel,” my wife told me, and then both mouths descended on me again.
I wasn't sure what to do with my hands because I was aware of what Aria and Lilah's hair felt like. Touching their heads would ruin the mystery of who was doing what, so I just tucked them in my back pockets.
I stood there, head back and eyes closed, as two wet mouths ran all over me and sucked all over.
They were both making horny, happy sounds as their sole focuses were making me cum. I had no idea whether it was to be in one of their mouths or all over both of their faces.
I jolted when I felt a skilled mouth completely cover my cock. She started to slide down as far as she could. The other woman sucked my balls into her mouth and circled them with her tongue. The girl on my cock bobbed and choked. I had a hard time not cumming right there.
Both mouths disappeared, and hands took over.
“He's so close, Lilah. I can feel it.”
Aria and Lilah started messily licking me all over. Their tongues ran into each other as they lathered me in spit. “Want him to blow all over our faces?” I heard my wife ask.
“Oh, my God! Yes, please!” Lilah said excitedly, and I felt two hands jacking me off.
I couldn't tell which gifted woman was doing it, or if it was a hand from each. There was a tongue at the top of my ball sack and another tongue licking my crown, swirling greedily.
A strangled gasp bubbled up from within me, and I could feel the churning, rapid swell up and bust.
Both girls laughed and giggled as I burst. One of them directed my cock this way and then that. The hands constantly moved to wring out as much semen from me as they could. And it was quite a bit.
When I was finally stroked dry, Aria said, “You can open your eyes now, bebe!”
Upon doing so, I saw one of the hottest things I had ever seen. My Aria was still on her knees in her sexy lingerie. Lilah was where I left her, too, deliciously naked. They made quite the pair. Their lower faces were shiny with spit, and my cream decorated the upper portions. The pleased smiles they wore made me smile back at them.
“You two did splendidly,” I told them both, affectionately cupping their faces. “You're a very fast learner, Delilah. When you find the right guy, he'll have to work very hard to deserve you.”
I used my thumb to catch a string of my own jizz from under Lilah's eyes and inserted it into Aria's mouth.
“My wife is a top-quality teacher, don't you think?” I asked, looking into my Aria's eyes. “She excels in making me feel so loved and happy,” I said earnestly. “While we might play around, I can't see myself ever loving someone more than her.”
