“Do it, baby,” Carrie urged. “Put it in her. Tell me how it feels.”
Doc swallowed, shifting his hips forward and sliding slowly into Daphne’s waiting pussy.
“Ohhhhh,” Daphne moaned, turning her face toward Carrie, her eyes widening and then half-closing at the sensation. “Oh my god, he feels so good!”
“Doesn’t he?” Carrie murmured, kissing her friend’s cheek, stroking her breast, her areolas even more puffy than usual, her nipples rising, turning dark pink. She glanced up at her husband, who bit his lip and held still, thighs trembling. “How good does she feel, baby?”
“Not as good as you.” He winked, slowly beginning to move inside of her. “But ohhhh… fuck… almost!”
“Yessss!” Daphne rolled her hips up to meet his cock, fucking him back. “Oh god, it’s been so fucking long since I had a nice hard dick…”
“Mmmm.” Carrie slid her tongue over Daphne’s nipple, making her moan even louder. She couldn’t take her eyes off her husband’s cock, the length of him disappearing again and again into her friend’s wet pussy.
“You okay?” Daphne bit her lip and looked at Carrie.
She nodded, kissing her in response, feeling Doc’s hand moving over her thigh, up between her legs. She couldn’t believe how okay she really was. It was more than okay-it was more than exciting. It felt right, somehow, as if some circuit had been completed between them.
“I want to taste you.” Daphne cupped her friend’s breast, tweaking her nipple. “Come in my mouth while he fucks me. Please. Please, come sit on my face.”
She couldn’t resist. Doc’s eyes brightened as he watched his wife straddle Daphne’s face, the redhead wrapping her arms around her hips, pulling her pussy to her mouth. Carrie moaned softly, looking at her husband, seeing his cock disappearing into Daphne’s pink flesh, and nearly came instantly.
“Hold me,” she whispered, leaning forward, feeling his arms go around her, his mouth slanting across hers. They kissed as Doc fucked her best friend, rocking them all on the bed, and Daphne’s tongue madly worked her little clit, her guttural moans filling the room with every deep thrust.
“Oh baby, she feels so good,” Doc groaned, hips pumping faster, harder. Carrie wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her own hips in rhythm, mashing her pussy against Daphne’s eager tongue.
“Does she have a nice, tight little pussy?” Carrie asked, feeling him shudder at her words. “You should taste her, Doc. She’s soooo sweet.”
He groaned, his eyes meeting hers. “Lick her. Do it. Now.”
“Mmmmmm!” Daphne managed as Carrie sank down to take her friend’s clit between her lips.
Doc grabbed Daphne’s long legs, pushing them wide and back, giving Carrie lots of room. She stretched her tongue out, teasing her friend’s clit, nudging it to and fro, hearing her moan and lick and suck at Carrie’s pussy with even more fervor. Doc was fucking her hard now, his face a mask of torture, his expression almost grim, and she knew he was holding back.
“I want your come,” Carrie demanded, grabbing his thighs, her nails digging in. “Come all over her cunt and let me lick it off, baby!”
“Oh fuck,” Doc whispered, his cock squelching in the swelter of Daphne’s dewy little pussy. “I’m gonna do it for you. All for you, baby. Are you ready?”
“Yes!” Carrie hissed, using her fingers instead of her tongue on Daphne’s clit now, watching her husband’s cock slamming roughly into her flesh. “Yes! Give it to me! Now! Now, Doc, now!”
He pulled out, grabbing his cock in his fist and aiming, hitting her cheek with the first jet of his cum. Carrie gasped, feeling it dripping down her face as he shuddered and thrust into his hand, his cock a white-hot fountain of cum, exploding over Daphne’s quivering pussy. He gave a low growl, his hips pumping faster with each surge, leaving thick masses of cum dripping down her cleft.
“Lick it off,” Doc demanded, but Carrie already was, lapping up the peppery taste of it, swallowing, and going back for more. Daphne gasped and bucked, her thighs trembling, but she didn’t move her mouth from Carrie’s clit, determined to take her to climax.
And she was close, so very close.
“Oh god,” Doc groaned.
Watching his wife eat his cum from Daphne’s wet cunt, he slid his still-hard cock back into it, and both women shuddered, unable to hold back anymore. For Daphne, it was the feel of him sliding deep into her pussy, and for Carrie, it was the sight of it. The moment was like a long, sustained high note, and they both rode the wave for a long time, whimpering and writhing and pulsing with pleasure.
“Am I dreaming?” Doc wondered out loud as the girls re-situated themselves on the bed, kissing and touching in the aftermath of their mutual climax.
“Welcome to your vacation,” Daphne teased, glancing up at him still kneeling on the bed, his cock refusing to go hard soft at the sight of them together.
Carrie looked up at her husband with all the love she had for him in her eyes, giving him back the gift he had given her.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
* * * *
Carrie was having the sexiest dream. Daphne was melting like a peach in her mouth and Doc was pounding her from behind, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust, punctuating their fuck.
BANG-BANG-BANG
She was almost to her peak, her pussy spasming, juicy and wet, Doc driving into her, relentless…
BANG-BANG — BANG
She woke up coming, her orgasm throbbing her awake, finding Daphne asleep between them, Doc snoring on her other side, an arm thrown over the redhead’s hip.
BANG-BANG-BANG
That’s when she realized the banging was real-it was the front door.
“Fuck.” She swore softly, tearing off the covers and bolting out of bed.
Doc sat up, startled. “What?”
“The door!” Carrie mock-whispered over Daphne’s still-sleeping head, pulling on her robe and rushing toward the banging sound. He was pulling on his boxers, one step behind her down the stairs. “Doc, is it your parents?”
“Carrie, wait!” he called, trying to catch up, but she had her hand on the doorknob before he could say anything, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling it open.
She couldn’t have been more surprised to find Wilson standing there, a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder and a grin on his face.
“Wilson?” She blinked. “What are you… doing… here…?” She hesitated, understanding slowly dawning as she glanced back at Doc, seeing his sheepish grin.
He wrapped his arms around her, winking conspiratorially at Wilson. “Merry Christmas.”
* * * *
“Where is he going to sleep?” Carrie wondered out loud, watching as Wilson flicked water at Daphne, both of them laughing and jumping waves in the surf.
“I thought he’d be in the extra bedroom,” Doc tilted back a bottle of Coors and grinned at her. “When he wasn’t in our bed.”
“But Daphne’s in there.” She watched the two of them diving under the waves. “I guess he’ll have to sleep on the pull-out sofa.”
Doc shrugged. “I’m sure we’ll work it out.”
She gave him a side-long look. “So your plan was for him to… what… sleep with me?”
“I thought that’s what you wanted.” He put his beer on the table between them.
“Oh Doc.” She leaned over and kissed him. “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
He grabbed her chair, pulling it closer and kissing her again. “Anything at all.”
“The thing is…” She put her arms around his neck, breathing in the scent of him. “Turns out, I didn’t want another man.”
He raised his eyebrows, surprised. “You didn’t?”
“No… you were right.” She laughed at his mock-shocked expression, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “I wanted another woman.”
“I knew it.” He reached over, pulling her into his lap, his hand moving over the cup of her white bikini, thumbing her nipple and making her shiver.
“And you,” she whispered, wiggling in his lap. “Always you. Forever you.”