Stress Relief

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Meghan made it hard not to watch her walk away, even though Christie had never been attracted to other females. Even those at the boutique earlier that day hadn't tempted Christie beyond a brief wondering, but Meghan had Christie wondering not only what she looked like under her clothes, but what she felt like. Before she was ready to take her eyes off the other woman though, Matt was guiding her out of the relative safety of the elevator and into the moderately busy lobby.

Only a few steps into the lobby, a gentleman around the age of her parents caught sight of her and looked her over appraisingly. As they got closer to the desk, the woman he was with turned to see what her companion was looking at and also caught sight of Christie, looking her up and down with distaste plainly written across her face. Christie flushed in embarrassment and would have slowed except for Matt's prodding hand in the middle of her back. A pair of college aged males were hanging together by the door. One caught sight of her and looked in surprise before nudging his companion. The other young man turned, then leered at her. The desk clerk was the same as earlier and did a double take before returning to checking the older couple in.

"I hope this isn't that sort of hotel," the woman said haughtily to whomever was in earshot-making sure that the whole lobby was able to hear her. Christie's redness turned even deeper and she wanted to cringe, but forced herself not to. The clerk also blushed somewhat, but quietly told the older couple that he would make things were properly addressed. The older man continued to study Christie until the woman-presumably his wife-jammed her elbow indelicately and indiscreetly into him. He still cast rather frequent glances her way. Matt stopped short of the desk, but still propelled her forward.

"Just remember that I love you and if you want to use me as the excuse for why you're there, I'm okay with that." Matt's words were small comfort, but they gave Christie the impetus to continue with what she understood Matt's desire to be. She waited near enough the older couple to allow anyone else walking through the door to know that she was waiting to be attended by the clerk, but far enough away to be trying to be unobtrusive. Still, she could feel the condescension and irritation of the older woman. While she waited, Christie remained with her head proud, despite the quivering she felt inside. The guys by the door sniggered and gestured between themselves, with their attention primarily on Christie. If it weren't for the knowledge that this was what Matt had desired for her, the situation would have been untenable for Christie.

Finally, the older couple was checked in and given their room keys. The older woman gave a final glance at Christie, her face drawn up in contempt as she drew the gentleman she was with hurriedly down the hall to the elevators. He also gave her another glance, this one partially disdainful but also having a hint of interest as they walked past her.

"Ma'am, I'm going to have to remind you that this is a respectable hotel," the clerk said loudly enough that the older couple could hear. "Please make sure that you're aware that there may be families coming in, and keep yourself presentable enough for such an environment." As the elevator doors closed behind the other couple, he asked if he could help her in a much more reasonable tone.

Christie had to swallow several times in order to gather her voice. "I believe I may have lost a pair of panties here in the lobby," she said hesitantly. Apparently, despite the softness of her tone, at least one of the young men at the door had hearing sufficient to catch what he'd said, because he guffawed with yet another leer in her direction. Having already been red at the situation she'd tacitly agreed, she became even more so at his reaction. For some reason, it felt like the even more of Matt was leaking down her legs, and she was acutely aware of her nipples pressing against her top as well as her clitoris beginning to ache.

The clerk also blushed again, his eyes frequently being drawn to her chest. "Allow me to check," he answered after several heartbeats. "Could you describe them please?"

The guys by the door elbowed each other and laughed among themselves. "You asshole," Christie fumed internally. "You know exactly what I'm looking for, because you were gawking while Matt took them off me!" Still, aside from flushing even deeper, she kept her face and voice impassive as if she were trying to keep a critical patient's family from going hysterical.

"They were a pale, pink thong," she said plainly enough that the duo by the door would have no difficulty overhearing. She was surprised at the matter-of-fact voice that she had uttered, then had the sudden urge to try to press her legs together tightly enough to stimulate herself. The clerk nodded in an attempted sage-like manner, then disappeared to presumably look for them. The bolder of the two by the door approached, and Christie steeled herself against what might be said. She knew she could retreat to the safety of Matt behind her, but presumed if he felt the need, he would remind them of his presence.

The young man leaned cockily against the counter, slightly intruding in Christie's perceived personal space. She kept her ground however, regarding him with what she hoped was an imperceptible expression. "So you just lost your undies right here in the lobby," the young man said, his tone showing exactly what he thought of her. He eyed her up and down, obviously thinking about what lay-or didn't-beneath her skirt and top. "That's pretty dirty. Getting rid of them like that. And I'll bet you didn't waste any time from then until you got laid, did you," he continued, one hand reaching out and tracing it's way a short distance up her thigh. Christie flinched slightly, but still kept her ground. The touch though had her leaking even more.

"Obviously not," she countered as the clerk came back through the open doorway to the counter. The young man confronting her kept the backs of his fingers against her thigh, spreading the wetness there around but remained silent as the clerk arrived at the desk.

 

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I imagined I could hear Christie's heart pounding as I sent her alone to the counter. The man waiting at the desk noticed her approach and gave her a silent once-over and started a knowing smile until his wife turned. She was not amused. Almost immediately, a part of me regretted setting this scenario in motion. Still, I let it play out, my cock as stiff as ever. Reactions like the older lady's were inevitable. You just had to acknowledge and move on. As the older couple passed by for the elevator, the husband wanted to look. I imagined he was fantasizing about his wife looking like my Christie did: his wife wasn't an unattractive woman, even at her age. Unlike my Christie, though, her reaction said she'd never go for it. Sorry, man.

Then the next stage started. With the older couple gone, one of the young guys at the door made his move. I let this play out with excitement and trepidation. He was a cocky bastard, that was for damn sure. It took a lot of willpower to just stand and watch. Christie seemed cool and calm, but I just knew that inside, she had to be just boiling with conflicting emotions. I wasn't sure how long I could or would let this play, especially when he kid started touching her.

When the clerk went in back to "look for my wife's panties" - I suspected he had them right there in his pocket - the kid got bolder.

As this played out, I saw movement at the door and my gaze flicked in that direction. There was Meghan, holding a small bag, and getting the once-over by my wife's compatriot. Apparently when we met in the elevator, she was just going out to retrieve something she'd forgotten in her car.

The clerk returned after what seemed hours - probably decades for Christie. I saw a hint of pink protrude from between the fingers of his left fist - he'd probably gone in the back for a quick wank with her panties before being forced to return them - then announced, "This is all we have in lost and found that matches your description, ma'am," as he opened his hand and dangled the thong from two fingers.

While part of me wanted to see what smartass would have to say, my legs started moving. As I reached Christie on one side, Meghan appeared at her other, shouldering the kid out of the way.

Meghan was actually closer, so she reached out and plucked the panties from the clerk's reluctant fingers with a "Thank you," then we both guided Christie away from the desk and to the elevators. Fortunately the doors opened as soon as the button was pressed and all three of us hurried inside.

 

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Christie was aware of a presence coming up behind the guy rubbing her thigh, but was getting tunnel vision from the situation. Half of her wanted to kick him and yell at him to get away, the other half wanted his fingers to keep moving upwards and give her aching clit the stimulation it needed. Then the clerk held out her thong, dangling it in plain sight of everyone in the lobby.

Another presence made itself known before she could react, and the man in front of her simultaneously jerked aside. She vaguely noticed Matt retrieving her panties for her, then two people guiding her to the elevator.

 

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Christie seemed in something of a daze. I couldn't be sure why, but figured maybe it had been a method of coping with what I suspected had been an intense experience.

"You okay?" I asked as we ascended.

 

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"You okay? was Matt's question after the doors had closed.

It served to start to revive Christie, and she leaned weakly against him. She took note of her rapid breathing and pounding heart and lifted a slightly trembling hand to her neck to gauge her pulse. The clinical side of her brain took over for a few moments.

"Stress response," she laughed somewhat shakily. She pulled Matt's arm around her, then noted the blonde from earlier, Meghan, was the other rider in the elevator. She blushed yet again at her momentary weakness, as well as the intense scrutiny the younger woman was casting upon her.

"I'll bet it was," came the sarcastic yet gentle comment from the attractive blonde. "I take it you don't do that sort of thing very often."

"First time," Christie affirmed. Since she didn't feel judgement coming from her, for some reason her presence was equally as comforting as Matt's.

"Until you looked like you were about to pass out down there, I never would have guessed," said Meghan. "So what's the deal with you? Actual couple? 'Temporary' couple? First time meet up and exploring kinks?"

 

[susurrus]

I held Christie while Meghan talked. She was curious who we were, what we were about. I didn't blame her. I'd wonder too, if I was her. She'd become a part of this in a small way, so I figured she ought to know. She wasn't being judge-y about it, so what the hell...

"Married. A good while now. I'm Matt, this is Christie. She works in a hospital. Been damn stressful lately. I thought we could try taking some decisions out of her hands, see about pushing some boundaries. Maybe even bulldoze a couple under altogether if we can. So far she's been great. I mean, she started out that way, but she's just gotten better as she's let the walls fall..."

By this time, the doors had opened for our floor.

"There are a couple things we need to retrieve from our room. I only rented it for a couple hours and our time's almost up. That invite still good?" I turned to Christie. "You good with going to Meghan's room and completing the saga? I think she's earned it. Or would you rather just ride up with her and meet me there? It'll only take me a few minutes."

 

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Christie just listened as Matt and Meghan chatted. Her heart rate and breathing had almost returned to normal when the doors opened to their floor. She started to take a step when she heard Matt mention that they had only rented the room for a few hours, then say that he thought Meghan had earned spending time with them. She began to wonder if Matt was picking up a vibe from Meghan that she wasn't, or if he was altogether mistaken about what had been offered. Or maybe Christie was the one mistaken.

Still, it seemed that that's what Matt had wanted, so she agreed to go with Meghan. A quick, chaste peck on the lips from Christie with an accompanying "I love you", then he stepped through the doors that closed behind him.

For the first time, Christie eyed Meghan. Obviously younger, dressed to flatter but not really provocatively, breasts proportional and slightly smaller than her own, hips that men probably thought invited grabbing.

Meghan withstood the scrutiny while leveling one of her own.

"Are you sure you're ok with what you're doing?" Meghan asked carefully. "Or is this all one sided?"

Christie smiled gently. "I'm not going to deny that some things have been embarrassing and even uncomfortable, but I don't have any complaints." Meghan, who'd already seemed relaxed, became even more so.

"Good. I'm a SANE nurse in town for a conference. You seemed ok for the most part, but that side never really goes away," the blonde laughed.

Christie could understand to an extent. Even in her present and previous nursing jobs, she never had to manage the care to the level of a Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner, who were on call at most Emergency Departments throughout the country and not only had to collect specimens from victims, but also take testimony, perform forensic pelvic exams, and handle the emotions following an assault.

"I think Matt was picking up on a different vibe from you," Christie laughed. "I didn't figure you for a specialized ER nurse, but did think that you were offering your room as a safe place."

"I was," Meghan smiled. "But Matt was only half wrong." The elevator doors chimed than swung open on Christie's shocked silence. Meghan linked her arm through Christie's to guide her around the corner down the hall. "You seemed pretty chill with what was going on, and seem to like adventure. And it's been too long since I've played with anyone. If I'm wrong, I figure we can at least make friends so I have someone to hang out with if I'm in town again. And if I'm right, your husband will have a time he'll never forget."

Arriving at her door, she pressed herself a little more against Christie as she fished her room card out of her pocket. Before sliding it in the reader, she gave a soft kiss at the corner of Christie's mouth. "No pressure either way, just invitation," was the promise before opening the door and ushering them both inside.


Once the door had clicked closed, Meghan guided Christie to the queen sized bed, propping herself against the headboard and pulling Christie in to cuddle.

"Relax," was her command. Christie rested her head against Meghan's shoulder as the younger woman began to play with her hair and run her hand down Christie's spine.

"Are you sure you're ok?" came the question again. At Christie's firm nod, Meghan gave her a hug. "You did more than I've done so far," she laughed. "It was pretty hot, you walking around like you are. Then retrieving your undies from a guy, in front of strangers...god! I'm jealous of your confidence!"

The reminder of what she'd done sent her juices flowing again, and Christie shivered deliciously. Meghan's free hand gently tilted Christie's face.

"Want to continue?" Meghan's lips grazed Christie's forehead gently. Christie hesitated, then nodded. Meghan's mouth curled up in a gentle yet amused smile, and Christie suddenly wondered what those lips would feel like against her own, and what they tasted like. Meghan's hand drifted down Christie's throat and down her exposed chest.

"You don't have any experience with another woman, do you?" Christie shook her head at this question. "You don't have to," came the gentle reminder. Christie replied by sliding her hand from her where it had been resting on her own thigh across to Meghan's, then up the front, across her waistband, then under the other woman's top and finally rested against her taught stomach.


Meghan respnded by tilting Christie's head up further, her lips grazing Christie's with just the barest pressure.

"Someone wants to be a dirty girl for her husband, doesn't she?" Christie nodded, her breath becoming quicker while Meghan's remained controlled. The fingers in her cleavage suddenly dipped, sliding lightly around the curve of her breast and across her nipple. Christie gasped in pleasure, and Meghan smiled against her mouth. "Sensitive and reactive," Meghan said, then nipped Christie's lip with her teeth.

Sliding Christie upright, Meghan peeled Christie's top off, then tugged her back down so that she could rub Christie's front with both hands. From her waistband to her throat, slowly and gently, only occasionally touching her breasts and even more rarely her nipples.

"You like." It was a firm statement, full of confidence. Christie had to nod affirmatively again. One hand dipped below her waistband and flipped it. "Off," was the gentle yet firm command. Christie unfastened her skirt and slipped it off.

"Play," was the next command. Almost dreamily, Christie obeyed, lightly teasing herself. Meghan paused for a moment to shed her own top and pants, then layed back wearing only a pair of panties. For the first time in her life, Christie felt another woman's bare breasts against her back. Meghan's hands became more focused on Christie's breasts, and just as Christie was ready to become putty in Meghan's hands, a knock came at the door.

Meghan slid out from behind her, planting a sensual kiss with a hint of tongue on Christie's mouth before answering the door.

 

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As the elevator doors closed and I got one more glance at my wife and our new friend, I had a brief flash of concern: what did we really know of this woman? For all we knew, she was recruiting for some weird sex cult or something. My imagination ran the gamut of erotic and horrific. It settled on the former. Even if nothing happened, Meghan was a good-looking woman, and a little more time with her wouldn't be a bad thing.

I got back to our room, gathered up the few belongings we'd left behind, then dropped the keycard on the desk and let the door close behind me. No turning back now.

My cock had been hard the whole time - seemed it was hard a lot lately: it felt damn good - and anticipation of what I might find when I reached Meghan's room had my erotic imagination awhirl.

From outside the door, I couldn't hear much, though I thought I caught a hint of a moan. My heart threatening to pound out of my chest, I knocked on the door. The little bit of sound I could detect halted suddenly.

A couple seconds later, I heard the handle turn and the door started to open.

Fortunately, my erotic imagination had been right. Meghan stood there in nothing but a pair of panties, and just beyond, Christie was nude and rubbing herself.

A couple beats passed before I could find my voice. This was a fantasy come true. Even if I wasn't allowed to take part in a goddamn thing, just being in the presence of two naked women was more than I ever dreamed I'd get a chance to experience.

"Uh, may I come in?" I asked, my voice slightly trembling. I think all my blood was pouring into my cock, because I felt light-headed. I couldn't decide which to look at: my sexy wife masturbating in the presence of someone else, or the new female body before me.

 

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Christie was acutely aware of Meghan's near-nudity as she stood in plain view of the door and swung it wide without even checking whomever was within eyesight. The action was incredibly bold and therefore arousing. Christie was jealous of the confidence in the younger woman, in spite of having been told Christie had gone farther than Meghan. It didn't even occur to her that she also was in plain view of anyone that might pass down the hallway until after Meghan had allowed Matt in and shut the door again.

Strangely, she didn't feel jealous or threatened by her husband seeing nearly all of the attractive blonde. Perhaps it was due to her own libido running rampant. Perhaps it was the unprepossessing air of the other woman. Whatever it was, Christie was content to let thing go wherever they went.

 

[susurrus]

With a smile, our pretty, blond friend stepped aside and let me in the room, not in the least self-conscious by the fact she was revealing nearly every inch of herself to me, a total stranger. She'd only just learned our names a few minutes ago, and now she was practically naked! Not that I was complaining, mind you. Self confidence without arrogance in a woman is really rare, and really hot. The best and most remarkable part was, Christie didn't appear to mind, either.

Of course, now that I was in, the awkwardness flooded in. For all the swagger and bravado so many men put on, throw them in a room with a woman - much less two - and most of that macho bullshit goes fluttering in ashes. Add the factor of those women being essentially nude, and the threat of being called a pervert ratcheted up the awkward meter.

Oh, I was still hard, have no doubts. In the twenty seconds or so since the door closed behind me, I was surprised the pre-cum hadn't stained the front of my pants. This was the closest I'd been to a more-or-less naked woman - who wasn't my wife -since I'd been married. And in different ways, I found Meghan just as sexy as my Christie.

My eyes flicked from one woman to the other. I wasn't sure what to say. Those machismo-driven yahoos I mentioned above had never actually been me. In situations like this (like I'd ever been in a situation quite like this in my life) the butterflies in my stomach slid on combat boots and performed a Riverdance routine on my confidence. I was once again a stupid kid, trying to suss out what these alien, infinitely beautiful creatures before me wanted me to do, or would allow me to.

 

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Both women picked up on the sudden awkwardness of the situation, although Meghan was the first to make a decision on dealing with it. She gently grasped Matt's fingers and drew him along to the bed, guiding him down beside Christie. Christie appreciated the gesture, even though she still wasn't feeling threatened. The only indication that Meghan was determined to be involved was when the blonde climbed over the couple and lay on Christie's other side. This time, Christie got to feel the unadorned breasts against her side as Meghan cuddled up facing her.

Meghan reached across Christie and found Matt's hand, then guided across Christie's body to the hip closest to Meghan, then slid her own fingertips to the hip closest to Matt. Rising slightly so that the couple got a view of her breasts, she slid her arm beneath Christie's neck and across to Matt. She more firmly pushed against the back of his head, pulling him closer to Christie's face.

"Kiss her," was the soft instruction. Christie rolled her head slightly towards Meghan, who smiled with her eyes before dipping her head to gently nuzzle Christie's shoulder. Christie slowly turned her face towards her husband. Meghan lightly scratched her fingernails up Christie's thigh, beneath Matt's arm, and up her side causing Christie to slightly gasp in pleasure.

 

[susurrus]

Meghan must have been in situations like this before, because she wasted little time taking charge. She gently guided me toward the bed, where she laid me beside my naked wife. That done, she took up a spot on Christie's other side, their bare skin touching.

My brain had short-circuited. It was my first ever threesome of any kind, and my mind was blank. Two gorgeous naked women, and I couldn't put a thought together to save my life.

Fortunately, Meghan took care of that. She took my hand again and guided it across Christie's body, resting it on her hip. It dawned on me that she'd placed my hand nearest her. I was only inches away from being able to touch a woman's body other than my wife's.

When Meghan crossed her arm under mine and rested it on Christie's other hip, my cock surged. Her hand was inches from my hard cock. Trouble was, I still had clothes on!

I didn't dwell on that, though, as Meghan reached under and drew my face closer to Christie's.

"Kiss her," was the gentle command.

This was so much different than the teenaged frenzy we'd been in when we arrived. Any other time, I'd have found this pace infuriating. As it was, though, it was perfect.

As we kissed, I felt Meghan's arm move and her hand begin to travel up my wife's body. I took that as a cue to do the same on my side. Christie's reaction was immediate.

On my way up my wife's body, I felt the backs of my fingers brush Meghan's skin. Taking a chance, I let myself reach a little farther, flattening my hand more so I could touch both women at once...

After a little while of this, I let my hand rest on Christie's breast and remove my lips from hers, beginning to kiss my way along her jaw. Where I end up is kissing and nibbling her neck, the way Meghan began this and turning Christie's head in her direction...

 

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Christie was nearly in heaven-multiple hamds on her body, plenty of kissing, the feel of skin on her own...she could feel herself getting more and more ready to be taken. Then Matt left her mouth to work his way to her neck, and a soft groan of pleasurable approval left her mouth. In doing so though, he turned her face towards their new companion, and Christie understood that he wanted the two women to kiss.

Her heart was already pounding in her chest from the eroticism of the situation, but now it seemed to flutter in nervous anticipation. She'd never made out with another woman before, and hadn't ever really had any thoughts of doing so. Meghan though, seemed to have no qualms because her mouth gently pressed against Christie's own. Firmly yet gently, a squiggling of soft lips for a few minutes, then a parting of those lips so that Meghan's tongue was gently probing just inside Christie's own. Christie hesitantly slid her own tongue out a fraction of an inch, barely coming into contact with Meghan's.

Meghan continued her pattern of exploration, lingering for a few moments at Christie's tongue whenever the two met, but always continuing on. Eventually though, she became more focused there, slowly probing deeper into Christie's mouth. Meanwhile, her hand had continued to explore Christie's body-long, slow, gentle sweeps with occasionally harder yet still gentle scrapes of fingernails.

It was during one of these that Christie nudged the hand to her breast, offering to let Meghan explore that as well. Meghan splayed her fingers wide and ran her palm up and over the fleshy mound, the center of her palm travelling directly over Christie's nipple. Christie whimpered in pleasure, her chest involuntarily rising to the sensation like a piece of metal to a magnet. She felt Meghan smile against her mouth as the two continued to kiss, then the hand left briefly to slide back down along her side.

Meghan took the opportunity to tug on Matt's shirt, then hook her finger into the waistband of his slacks to encourage him to get undressed. Then she slid her hand back up Christie's side to her breast again, squeezing it hard. Several times she did this, working her way closer and closer to Christie's nipple, before finally pinching it lightly. At Christie's pleasurable gasp, Meghan then pinched it more forcefully and drew it out from her body. The sensation shot straight to Christie's clitoris, making it fully erect and causing Christie's hips to buck a little in pleasure.

 

[susurrus]

I let out a moan when I saw Meghan kiss my wife. To the best of my knowledge, Christie had never harbored any attraction to her own gender. Not like this, anyway. When it became obvious Christie was actually kissing her back, I damn near came.

I left my hand resting on Christie's body, but was mesmerized by the activity going on before me.

Now, I know there's a big question: why are men so obsessed with women making love with women? All I can do is offer my own take on the subject. Ultimately, it comes down to: Well, fuck: it's women! In my humble opinion, women are far more aesthetically pleasing than men, so where one is good, two must be even better, right? Honestly, I can't pinpoint the reasons why any more than any other guy could. All I knew was, the scene before me was made infinitely hotter by the fact that one fo those women was my Christie.

While they kissed, I saw Christie guide Meghan's hand to her breast. Fuck, that was amazing. Christie wanted this. She wasn't only doing it because she thought I wanted her to. I watched carefully as Meghan touched my wife, trying to remember what she did, in the hope of repeating it later when it was just the two of us.

Suddenly, Meghan reached out to me and tugged at my shirt, then my pants. I took it as a cue and quickly got out of the bed long enough to shuck my clothes, my eyes never leaving the intoxicating view before me. In seconds, I was naked and laying beside Christie yet again, my cock leaving wet, slick trails along her skin...

I was willing to just watch for however long I could. It was amazing to be nude with someone other than my wife present. Then, I changed my mind about just being a voyeur, leaned in and took Christie's free nipple between my lips, while my hand came to rest just shy of my wife's overheated crotch...

 

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Christie felt Matt get up from the bed, then a few minutes later rejoin Meghan and her. His skin felt hot against her, and although he caressed her it was more Meghan to whom she was responding. Her own hand reached down and stroked Matt's erection against her hip, spreading his wetness around the head and along his shaft. Her other hand slid down Meghan's body, coming into contact with her panties. Pulling back slightly and biting her lip, she hooked a finger into the waistband. Meghan smiled and gave her a long, slow, sensuous kiss before pulling her arm from beneath Christie's neck and turning her to face Matt once more.

Christie took the opportunity to pull Matt's head from where he was suckling her breast to kiss him while Meghan slipped out of her panties right beside her. As she turned back towards the couple, she pulled Matt's head away from Christie's mouth and back down to her breast so that both of them could taste them at the same time. Meghan's hand also found Matt's and guided it down to Christie's leaking vagina, her fingers halfway intertwining with his so that they could both rub her together.

For Christie, the sensations were overwhelming. Christie was one of those many women who'd had several fantasies about multiple hands on her body and multiple mouths on her, but never strong enough to give more than a passing wonderment. Now that she was experiencing it, it was more than she could have ever imagined. She could tell that Meghan was directing the play at her nether regions, because while Matt was good, he was like most men and alternated more between her vaginal canal and her clitoris. Meghan had them working the whole area, and Christie was feeling the sensations clear up into her diaphragm and all the way down to her toes. Her chest heaved against the two nursing mouths, her stomach clenched and rippled, and she wasn't even cumming yet. Her mind was overwhelmed with the pleasurable sensations, and she was content to just let things go on.

 

[susurrus]

Not long after I laid beside Christie and started on het breast, I saw her hand move and hook in the waistband of Meghan's underwear. She took it as a cue, just like I had, and while I licked my wife's nipple, I watched our friend reveal her pussy. I got a glimpse of a trimmed bush, but nothing else, because the blond wasted no time re-taking her spot in the Christie pleasuring game we we were playing.

Soon, we each lapped, licked, sucked and nibbled a taut nipple, to Christie's obvious delight. I was about to take advantage of the position of my hand when I felt another hand cover mine and begin moving it in the direction I'd intended to go.

Meghan guided my hand almost everywhere but where I typically touched when I fondled Christie's pussy, but the reactions were the same. As before, I filed as much of this information as I could for later use.

My cock was feeling neglected, but I knew Christie had never been double teamed before, so I continued letting Meghan call the pace. I hoped I'd get the chance to be attended by both women at some point (yet another fantasy), but if I didn't, I'd more than likely be okay. Besides, I wanted Christie to get the most out of her first-ever same-sex encounter. I was just along for the ride.

Any other time, this pacing would have made me nuts. I could be deliberate, but after a while, I couldn't take it anymore and had to speed things up. Meghan was guiding more than my hand. She was demonstrating how a woman wants to be plessured, how a sex session can take hours without orgasm, just building to the precipice, but being okay with not tumbling over the edge. Granted, we hadn't been at this for hours, but any other time, I'd probably have been inside Christie by now.

 

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Slowly, Meghan increased the stimulation of Christie's clit with her and Matt's fingers, and became more aggressive with her lips and teeth against Christie's nipple. Christie's body was writhing almost constantly, her mind completely overwhelmed with the sensations. Her hands groped blindly for the bodies of her partners, one hand ending up stroking the back and hair of Meghan while the other was just able to reach the erect phallus of her husband.

Soon, Meghan began to penetrate Christie occasionally. She would dip her (and Matt's) finger inside, then bring it up to lubricate Christie's clit. With the now-constant stimulation, it didn't take long to bring Christie to an orgasm that wracked her whole body and left her breathless from crying out. Meghan smiled across her chest at Matt.

"Watch this," she said mischievously. She slid her body down Christie's and gathered her long hair with one hand, then kissed and nibbled her way from the middle of Christie's thighs up to her sex. Once there, she blew gently directly on Christie's protruding clit. This made Christie spasm in pleasure again, although without an orgasm. Meghan began licking all around the area, giving occasional nips with her teeth. She again had Christie wiggling in pleasure, but also trying to seek out the elusive tongue.

 

[susurrus]

God, I hoped I could remember everything I was learning from Meghan when this was all over. It was driving Christie absolutely wild, and she hadn't even orgasmed yet. I mean, I'd heard the old, "Nobody knows how to pleasure a woman like another woman" bit, but I'd been skeptical as to the accuracy of that contention - like most men would be. I mean, how many women have ever told their male SO: "That was nice, but I bet my girlfriend could do me so much better." It would cause all sorts of sturm und drang. I'm sure you can imagine a host of scenarios a statement like that would bring up.

Anyway, I was beginning to believe that old sexual saying, at least to some extent, because we'd been at this for quite a while now, and Christie loved every second.

It was weird to finger my wife with somebody else's fingers, too, but it didn't take long with us dipping into her drooling pussy hole and dragging that wetness up and around her clit a couple times before going back for more that Christie poured over the edge of orgasm.

There was no holding back on this cum. We might have been in a hotel room, but anybody within earshot was going to know what was happening in room 707. Meghan knew just what to do to make her climax last longer than usual, too. The smile I got from Meghan across my wife's spasming body said she loved what she was doing. I had to admit, that evil delight was fucking hot.

As Christie's orgasm began to subside, Meghan smirked at me.

"Watch this," she said, then started to position herself between Christie's legs, as if she planned to eat her pussy. Fuck, I'd have been more than happy to sit back and watch that. It'd be a goddamned dream come true.

Instead of extending her tongue, though, when she brought her face up to my wife's sloppy cunt, all she did was hold the lips open to reveal Christie's enormously swollen clit.

Then she simply blew on it.

Fuck, Christie arched off the bed like she'd had 10,000 volts go through her. It was amazing.

Then, Meghan began using her lips and tongue on my wife's nethers, teasing and nipping and licking, coming close but never actually touching her pussy proper. Christie writhed, I assumed trying to get some of that attention on the bits Meghan was deliberately avoiding.

I didn't know what to do. A part of me wanted to just watch my wife's first true lesbian experience, another wanted to take part. My cock just wanted to fuck something, anything. I wasn't sure if I should continue overstimulating Christie or if it would be out of bounds to touch our new friend. I wanted to stroke myself to the HOTTEST porn scene I had ever come across - because it was real and happening right before my eyes - and one of the participants was my own wife!

For the moment, I just watched in erotic awe...

 

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After what felt like an eternity, Meghan finally latched her lips around Christie's clit and sucked it in, using the vacuum force to pull it out from her body. Instantly, Christie came again, biting her lip hard enough that she tasted blood. Meghan kept up worrying Christie's clit with her lips, tongue, and gentle grazes with her teeth, which caused Christie to rise and fall in climax after climax. Just when she was getting ready to push the blonde head away, Meghan slid two fingers inside and curled them hard.

Christie had cum hard before, and cum hard several times in the last time since meeting Meghan, but this put them all to shame. Meghan not only rubbed the sensitive spot inside, but kept up the assault on Christie's nub.

Finally, Meghan relented and lifted her head with a satisfied smile.

"Feel better?" she smirked, watching Christie with amusement. Christie could do nothing except lay and try and regain her breath.

"You're like a rag doll," the blonde laughed. Glancing from her to Matt, Meghan slowly reached for his erection, barely touching it. When Christie made no move except to watch, the blonde slowly lowered her head and slid her lips around, swallowing him down. She teased Matt almost as much as she had Christie; every time she felt the least flex or spasm in her mouth, she immediately held still.

Christie felt equal parts of pleasure and jealousy watching Meghan suck her husband off. Normally, she'd have never even been comfortable letting him see another woman nude in the first place, let alone get pleasured by one. Now though, it just seemed like a natural progression of what had already occurred.

Farm more quickly than she had with Christie, Meghan seemed to tire of toying with Matt. She used her mouth to pull him over Christie's heaving form, goading him with her teeth when he hesitated. Once he was astride her, the blonde released him.

"Take her," she said simply, guiding him with her hand towards Christie's canal.

 

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I was completely mesmerized by the sight of Meghan's mouth on my wife's pussy. Christie obviously loved it, too, because Meghan obviously loved being there. After all the teasing and stimulation, Christie was primed for orgasm after orgasm, even having cum once already.

When Meghan sucked my wife's clit between her lips, Christie nearly went through the roof. I couldn't remember the last time she'd had an orgasm so big. Our new friend kept my wife on the peak for a long time before finally backing away with a naughty, pleased grin.

"Feel better?" she asked, amused at the panting, exhasted woman before her. "You're like a rag doll," she almost laughed, amused at her own handiwork.

Then, to my surprise, she reached out a hand and wrapped it around my hard-on, then dragged me forward.

It was the first time a woman had touched my cock since I'd gotten married. Obviously I liked it, I just wondered what was next.

The next thing that happened had been running through my mind, but I hadn't really held out any hope that it would, or that Christie would allow it. However, when Megan leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, I let out a moan almost as loud as Christie's orgasms. After gazing down in wonder at a woman not-my-wife sucking my cock, I glanced over to Christie to get her reaction. She just watched, making not a sound, her face betraying no upset.

Seeing that Christie was apparently okay with this, I looked back to Meghan and enjoyed what she was doing to me. She was good. There was no doubt she'd had plenty of practice, but then again, what man has ever said, "What a lousy blowjob."

Unfortunately, she didn't concentrate on me as long as she had Christie, so her intention wasn't to get a load of cum out of me. Instead, seemed to want me to go somewhere, and between her mouth and her fingers gently grasping my balls, I went where she wanted me.

When I was where she had been just minutes before, Meghan backed away, still holding my cock, and ordered, "Take her," running a thumb up Christie's soaking pussy lips.

I didn't need to be told twice. Sidling closer in, I lined up and buried myself in Christie in a single push.

We both moaned when I hit bottom. Meghan still stood close, watching my cock penetrating the pussy she'd just had her face in. It appeared she wanted to watch us fuck. I put a hand around her waist, resting a hand just above her ass as I began to fuck my wife, the first time I'd ever had an audience for sex...

 

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Christie moaned as Matt pushed into her. After all of the external stimulation Meghan had provided, she needed the internal as well. For her part, Meghan stayed on her knees, resting her head against Christie's stomach. The position put Christie in mind of a cat, but also made her self-conscious of what was happening to her.

For most of the day, she'd been either nude or nearly so. She'd been partially stipped in public, and shown herself in just some skimpy lingerie in view of multiple strangers. And while that had been scary yet stimulating, this was far more worrisome. What was Meghan thinking? What was Matt thinking?

Then Matt put his hand almost on Meghan's rear. Christie had no doubt that he was wanting to have sex with her as well, but she wasn't sure if she could handle that. It did serve to remind her that she owed the blonde for the orgasms received.

Christie slid her own hand to their partner's knee, then slowly up the inside of her thigh. Meghan responded by shifting her leg closer to Christie to provide better access. Christie slowly explored another woman's most intimate area in a sexual manner for the first time. She was very familiar with the anatomy from her career, but now was learning how to do so with the intent of pleasing her, rather than for work.

 

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I saw Christie notice my hand on Meghan. It made me wonder what she thought of that. Mainly, I just wanted to keep her as a part of what was happening, and not for her to move back into the shadows, so to speak. Did I want to fuck Meghan? I wasn't exactly sure. Well, I'm a guy, so of course the idea had crossed my mind, but did I really want to?

As with so much, it all came down to Christie. We'd both made such enormous steps in the last couple days, Christie especially. She hadn't bucked me in anything yet. If I told her I wanted to, I suspected she'd tell me to go ahead and have a turn at our new friend. Her reasoning would be that she'd already fucked her, so what was the big deal? At least that's how it was running in my head.

However...

In my mind, what she and Meghan had done was somehow different. And to be perfectly honest about it, for the most part, Meghan had pretty much done all the fucking. Aside from some kissing and touching, a little nipple sucking, Christie hadn't really done that much to Meghan.

Besides, I couldn't be jealous: it was, hands down, the HOTTEST thing I had ever seen my wife participate in.

Now, me fucking Meghan was a WHOLE 'nother kettle of fish. In fact, it was more like an oil tanker full.

I wasn't going to bring the subject up. I decided that right then and there. While a part of me (the neverending horndog part) was rarin' to get at some new pussy, I reminded myself of what Christie had done for me these last few days. She'd done things she would never have even considered a week ago. I didn't want to take the chance that Christie would go along with the notion of me having sex with Meghan because she thought that's what she should do, and secretly hate me for it later.

While Meghan's skin felt great beneath my fingers, I gently caressed my way up her back, then moved my hand to Christie's breast, the same time she reached over and started to rub our new partner's trimmed pussy.

Now Christie was taking a more active part in the girl-girl aspect of our encounter, and it made my cock inside her throb.

"God, that's hot, baby," I said. Meghan's nipples beckoned, but I wasn't sure how active a part I should play in the pleasing of our new friend, for the same reasons I brought up earlier...

 

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Meghan responded to Christie's tentative touch by widening her knees, and giving soft sounds of pleasure. Matt seemed to be watching Christie as much as he was Meghan at least, so Christie's inner turmoil calmed to a degree. Occasionally, Meghan would kiss Christie's stomach, or drag a finger across her clitoris, but mostly the blonde seemed content with the minor stimulation and to watch.

Given that Matt seemed intent on watching as well, Christie decided to give him the show she knew he was wanting. She guided Meghan off from her and laying on the bed. Gently nudging Matt away, she lay Meghan on her back before rolling atop her. The feel of another woman's skin against her own was again surprising at the differences than that of her husband's. Softer, less body hair, and somehow lighter.

Christie guided Matt back into herself, then began to kiss the blonde. Meghan allowed her to take the lead, her hands coming to rest lightly around Christie's waist. One of Christie's hands began an exploration of Meghan's face and throat before slowly working it's way down to Meghan's breast. Twisting slightly, Christie first gently grazed her fingertips all around one before switching to her palm. Opening her eyes to slits, she watched Meghan's responses as much as felt them.

She was beginning to realize why guys liked to watch porn, and especially the girl they were with. It was incredibly arousing to watch another woman's need and satisfaction grow, and know you were responsible for both. Christie was well aware of Matt still gliding in amd out of her, more serving to keep her own arousal at a medium roar than building her up for anything.

When Christie finally got around to exploring Meghan's nipple, the other woman gasped and similar to Christie's response, pushed her chest up into the sensation. Realizing that Meghan liked them played with as much as she did, Christie slowly started making her way down her body so that she could taste one and play with the other.

 

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I wondered what Christie had in mind when she gave me a gentle push - which I took as a cue to pull out of her.

As I stood there, I watched as my wife maneuvered Meghan to her back on the bed, then stretched herself out over her.

Wow. Just... wow. Like I've said before, I'd never known my Christie to have a lesbian thought in her life, and here she was, getting right into it. A part of me guessed she was doing this because she thought I wanted to see it - and I did, of course, I've said as much - but I got the impression that, now she was here and the opportunity was presenting itself, she must be figuring to take full advantage of the possibilities. No complaints from my end, that's for sure.

At the moment, I was content to just watch the scene unfold. However, Christie wanted me involved yet.

Briefly looking away from the pretty, female face beneath her, she reached toward me, but not merely for me to come closer. No, Christie's hand very obviously wss aiming for my cock, which was still hard (how could it not be? I mean, really...).

Stepping forward, I felt her fingers close around my length, then she pulled me forward and guided me back inside her.

While I slowly fucked my wife, I saw her begin to make love to another woman.

I couldn't see everything, but the hidden parts just made my imagination work harder. Was Christie looking on in wonder at the pleasure on Meghan's face as she caressed and kissed her, the way I did when we laid together like this? Seeing the signs of pleasure on a woman's face, knowing you're the one putting them there, is one of the most erotic sights in this world. Was my Christie finding that out?

My strokes in and out of my wife's pussy were slow, because: one: I wanted to remain a part of this as long as I possibly could, and still wasn't sure how much intimate contact I should have with our new friend and two: I wanted to see how far Christie might go with this, and wanted to cum when Meghan came, if that was the play my wife had her book open to.

 

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As Matt slowly coupled with her, Christie decoded to explore Meghan further. While still sucking on a nipple and using one hamd to olay with the other, her free hand made its way slowly down the other woman's side, then over top a smooth thigh before gliding lightly over her pubis. Meghan responded with a slight gasp, and her hips twitched in invitation of more contact.

Christie took the hint and ran her fingertips over Meghan's lips, noting the moisture that was there. Although not actively seeking attention for herself, Meghan was obviously aroused by the preceding events.

As Christie explored further, she suddenly wondered what Meghan tasted like. Matt's thrusts also had her wondering what the combination of her husband and the blonde might be like, although she wasn't sure if she could handle the two of them intimately engaged.

Then, all of a sudden, she could. Pulling off from Matt, she rolled off to Meghan's side. She reached down and grasped Matt's slippery member and guided it towards Meghan's obviously receptive sapphic orifice. Rubbing it lightly along the other woman's slit, Christie looked up at her woth baited breath, her lower lip lightly between her teeth. At a slow nod of the blonde manez Christie tugged slightly on Matt's erection to encourage his penetration of their new friend.