An Affair of the Heart

"Mmm, I see. So, I'm going to sit down, and you two can get started when you're ready. Just pretend that I'm not here." Sara and I watched as Derek walked to the recliner and sat down, then we looked at each other.

"Sara, you don't have to..." I began, but Sara leaned in a kissed me, grabbing my face in her hands and holding me tightly to her soft lips. I was tense, as tense as I had been when she first took me by surprise and kissed me, but as our lips formed together, I began to loosen up, and was soon kissing her back with as much passion as we had the last time we kissed.

As I loosened up, so did Sara's hands on the sides of my head, and soon she was sliding them down to the top button of my blouse, which she expertly began to unbutton. When all the buttons were opened, she slid her warm hands inside and around my back, where she unclasped my bra. The blouse slid off my shoulders and dropped to the floor, then Sara carefully peeled my bra forward until my breasts were exposed for all to see. The whole time she was undressing me, she continued to kiss my lips.

As my bra fell in between us, Sara finally broke off the kiss and made her way down to my nipples. On her way there, she kissed first my cheek, then my neck, my shoulder, then down my upper chest to the swell of my left breast. On her way down, she suckled gently and lovingly, until she finally latched onto my nipple.

I bit my lip and sucked in my breath as she sucked away at my left nipple, and swirled her tongue around and around the sensitive nub, until the time when my knees were about to give out, and then she set it free from her sucking mouth with a moist 'pop', leaving it swollen and pink and glistening from a thin coating of her luscious saliva.

Before I had time to recover from the first assault, her lips attacked my other nipple with a ferocity that drew a shouted moan from me and caused my toes to curl up and my knees shake. It was only the second time I had been with her, but already she knew how to play my body like Charlie Daniels plays a fiddle. She was playing all the right notes and I was singing like a songbird.

I felt my pants suddenly become looser as Sara managed to unbutton them while she was still working my right nipple, and then she was tugging them down past the swell of my hips. We were going through with it, as crazy as it all seemed. As my pants sunk past my knees, Sara's mouth came away from my right nipple gentler than it had from the left. This time a strand of saliva hung onto the tip of my nipple and her tongue as she pulled back, finally breaking away as it stretched too far.

Sara slid down lower, her mouth kissing my belly while her hands pushed my pants to my ankles. I got the hint and carefully lifted one foot at a time so she could remove them completely. Then, I was standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but my underwear, which I must say were feeling quite damp in the crotch area.

Sara's mouth found the dimple of my bellybutton and her tongue twirled around inside it while her hand cupped the mound of my vagina through the material of my panties. I chanced a glance in the direction of Derek, who was still sitting in the chair. His eyes were locked on the action, and his face showed a hunger that I was used to seeing when he was horny.

The action going on was picking up, as Sara began squeezing my pussy with her hand. Then, her lips left my bellybutton and made their way down to the top of my pubic hair. I glanced down and saw that she had pulled the front of my panties down, exposing my trimmed bush, and she was now nibbling around the area at the very top of my pubic hair. My legs were still open too wide for my panties to be pulled down, so Sara pulled the front of my panties back up so I was covered, then she moved her head down lower until she was nearly underneath me. Her face was between my spread legs, and she looked up into the crotch of my undies.

As I watched from above, Sara brought her nose up into my panty covered crotch, and sniffed loudly, smelling my womanly scent and moaning as she did. At the same time, I heard a much deeper moan from across the room, and I looked at Derek again. This time our eyes met, and we stared at each other, our eyelids heavy with the intoxication of sexual heat.

I felt Sara pull her face back, then she pulled aside my underwear to expose my pussy. I was more wet than I could ever remember being at that moment, and Sara wanted to taste my wetness. With the crotch of my underwear pulled to the side, she began licking me.

I moaned and I mewled and I bit my lip, and then I begged "Oh please, please make me cum Sara. I want to cum so bad."

The panties were getting in her way now, so she pulled back and I closed my legs together so she could lower them. As I kicked the wet garment off my feet, Sara asked me to sit on the sofa. Considering my legs were having all they could do to hold my own weight up, I gladly complied, sitting in the center of the three cushions, and spreading my thighs wide open. My pussy lips came apart as Sara crawled over and in between. She put my legs over her back, which lifted my butt up higher and opened me up even more, giving her easier access.

"I love your pussy Jess. It's so beautiful." Sara said before lowering her face into my center. Her wonderful mouth went to work licking and sucking, and I looked back at Derek, who was openly rubbing the large lump in his pants. A part of me wanted him to join us, to strip naked and join Sara in pleasuring me, but I was worried that Sara might be turned off by that, so I kept quiet, except for my moaning.

Moaning and blabbering was what I was doing to be exact. "Ohh fuck yeah that feels so fucking good Sara. Oh God don't stop, don't ever stop eating me. I'm gonna cummmm!" And then I was cumming, and Sara latched onto my clitoris, sucking and swirling and flicking with her devious tongue, and my hands involuntarily gripped her head as my whole body arched and every muscle tightened, and I was cumming so hard...

As I came down from my orgasm, Sara carefully kissed my trembling thighs while gently rubbing my spasming pussy. When I felt that I had recovered enough, I held her face and pulled her up to kiss her, and start pulling her shirt up over her head. I caught another glimpse of Derek, and he had a hand down his pants.

Her skirt was a tight black pencil skirt and she helped me to take that off. I wasted no time on unhooking her bra and yanking her panties off. I heard a grunt from Derek and we both glanced over at him. He had removed his hand from the front of his pants and was just staring at us lustily.

Sara leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Why don't you invite him to join us."

I was shocked, and I pulled back to look questioningly into her eyes. She smiled and gave a short nod, letting me know that she wanted to do it.

I turned toward Derek and said "Derek, why don't you get undressed and come join us." The look on his face was as surprised as mine just moments ago.

Sitting up in the chair, Derek asked "Are you sure?"

I didn't have to assure him, because Sara stood up, walked over to him, and began to unbutton his shirt. I slid over to the edge of the couch to get a better view. From my vantage point, I could see Derek's face, his eyes were devouring the nude beauty in front of him as she worked her way down, unbuttoning each button of his shirt. When his shirt was all open, she didn't stop unbuttoning, she just moved to the fly of his pants, opening the button and unzipping, then pushing them down.

"Holy shit!" Derek groaned as the lump in his grey boxer briefs was exposed. His pants around his ankles, he stepped out one foot at a time with help from a now kneeling Sara. When his pants were discarded, Sara, still on her knees in front of my husband, stared at the bulge in front of her face. I wondered what she was going to do, figuring that she would bring him over to me to now, but instead, she hesitantly brought her hand up and gently cupped his hidden cock.

A hiss of air from Derek told me that he was readily enjoying this whole scene, and for me, I wasn't feeling even the tiniest bit of jealousy. If anything, I was thrilled with what was about to happen. I wasn't ready to lose either Derek or Sara, so keeping them both happy was paramount to my own happiness.

Sara massaged the lump in Derek's underwear with her palm and fingers for nearly a minute, and although I couldn't see her face from where I was, I could imagine her staring up at him with those beautiful, 'fuck me' eyes of hers. Just the thought of it had my pussy gushing again. Sara finally stopped rubbing him and instead reached up to the elastic waistband with both hands and began to slowly tug them down.

I held my breath as first Derek's pubic hair became visible, then the waistband reached the base of his swollen cock and hung up on it. Sara didn't seem to know that she should point his cock one way or another until it was free of the waistband, so Derek stuck his hand down and did it for her, letting his seven inch penis out into the fresh air. He took his hand away as Sara yanked his shorts down to his ankles and let him step out of them. Now he stood with his shirt hanging open and nothing on below that. So handsome I wanted jump on him and fuck him into a coma.

I wanted him, but I was more interested in what Sara was going to do, now that his hard cock was pointing at her face only inches away. She was definitely interested in it, and she took it gently in her hand and began to inspect it, as if it was some ancient artifact that was being viewed by human eyes for the first time in a millenium. She pointed it to the left and right, then tilted it up and looked at from underneath. She slid her finger around the crown, gripped the shaft, and giggled when she felt it surge in her hand. She even leaned in and sniffed the shaft, then leaned in further and sniffed his sack, which made me smile and slap my hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh that threatened to burst forth and ruin the mood.

As Sara pulled back, she noticed a tiny drop of clear fluid had formed on the slit of his cock, what I knew to be precum, and I also was well aware that it was mostly tasteless and odorless. Sara was obviously unaware, and so she used the tip of her finger to touch the drop, then when she pulled back, the drop stretched across the divide between her finger and his cock until the center of the glistening string hung down and threatened to drop. She quickly caught it with her other hand before it broke and fell to the floor.

I watched in awe as Sara lifted her hand with the drop of precum on it to her mouth and lick it up. She licked her lips, then leaned in and licked what was left of the tiny drop from his pee hole. Derek sucked his breath in sharply and I saw the side of his buttocks tighten as her tongue flicked at the tip of his cock. I thought she was going to suck him into her mouth, but instead, she stood up, took him by the hand, and pulled him toward the couch and me.

Sara led Derek over until he was standing directly in front of me, then said "Jess, would you please show me how Derek likes to have his cock sucked."

I felt like I was in a porn movie, as I reached for my husband's throbbing erection with a shaking hand. Looking up into his eyes, I saw a look of nervous excitement, the same look that Sara had on her face, and I believe that I had as well. We were all in unfamiliar territory together, and that thought seemed to help me a bit.

I licked my lips and leaned forward to place a loving kiss on the tip of Derek's penis. Feeling it surge against my lips, I let it slide in slowly until I held just the glans inside my mouth, my lips sealed snuggly around the shaft. With my tongue, I flicked and toyed with the tiny slit, delving in, in an attempt to dig out all of his precum cream. I could feel Derek trembling and trying to thrust more of his cock into my mouth, but I held his thick shaft in my hand while I continued to tickle just the head.

After a while, I took a deep breath, and plunged my mouth down his shaft as far as I could go. I felt and heard a grunting moan from Derek as I closed my lips and wrapped my tongue around his shaft, then began to build up the suction while working the very back of my tongue against him.

"Oh God Jess...oh shit, you better stop." Derek whined and gripped my head in his hands. "You're gonna make me cum!"

I pulled back, eliciting another loud grunt from Derek, and turned toward Sara. "Are you ready to try?" I asked.

Sara nodded, and with wide eyes, she licked her lips and leaned in. I pointed Derek's shaft toward her and felt him turn toward her a bit. Like watching a movie in slow motion, Sara opened her mouth and slowly sucked my husband's cock into her mouth. She took in just the head like I had done, and her face showed her uncertainty in what she was doing. She bounced her lips on the helmet shaped head as if she was testing the texture of it, then she wrapped her lips tightly around it like I had done.

I was uncertain what I should be feeling at the sight of watching another woman fellating my husband, but all I felt was pride and excitement. I also felt love, for Derek and for Sara, and it felt right.

Sara attempted to recreate exactly what I had done, at first holding just the head inside her mouth and working it with her luscious tongue. I had first hand knowledge of how wonderful her tongue was, and I was happy that Derek was able to feel it too. When I heard her sucking in a deep breath through her nose, I knew what she was about to do. She had paid close attention to me, and in one quick move, she went down as deep as she could on him, taking in about three inches of his manhood.

"That's it." I heard myself saying. "Now suck him, and work your tongue. You'll have him ready to blow real soon."

Derek was grunting again, and his hands were balled up into fists. I could tell that he wanted to grasp her head and push himself deeper into the warm cavern of her sucking mouth, but Derek was a gentleman who would never force himself on any woman. He would let her control how deep she went. I looked up at him and could tell that he was getting very close to orgasm.

"Sara, if you keep sucking, Derek will cum." I warned.

She kept sucking, and I wondered if she was going to finish him with her mouth. Derek became more agitated as Sara continued to work him over, so I warned her once again "He's very close now Sara. He's nearly there."

Finally, Sara pulled away, leaving his saliva glistening tool waving around. She looked at me and asked "May I fuck your husband please?"

It was such a strange request, and she was so serious when she said it, that I couldn't help but laugh. As I laughed, she smiled, and I nodded quickly, "Yes," I nearly shouted with glee, "yes you can fuck my husband, as long as I can watch."

"I wouldn't want you anywhere else." Sara answered with a twinkle in her eye. She looked up at Derek and asked "Would you please take my virginity Derek?"

The idea of Sara being a virgin had never even crossed my mind, but it made perfect sense. She liked women after all, so why wouldn't she still be a virgin.

"Ahh, Are you sure?" Derek replied. He looked as shocked as I was.

Sara nodded. "I've never been more sure." She said with a easy smile. If she was still nervous, she wasn't showing it now. "I can't lie though, I've broken my own hymen with my toys, but I've never been with a man, so I'm technically still a virgin."

Derek looked at me, as if he was still looking for encouragement. I smiled and said "Just be gentle with her."

For the next few minutes, we all fumbled around a bit. Derek asked her how she wanted to do it, to which she said "Well you know more about it than I do.", and that just made me laugh some more. So then Derek asked her if she wanted to be on top or on bottom. On top she would have more control and could stop the action if it hurt too much, so she said that sounded good.

Derek sat on the sofa, his cock standing straight up in the air, and Sara climbed on his lap facing him. I told them I would help, but I really just wanted to see the action close up, so I moved behind Sara's back and reached between her legs to grab his cock. I could feel his pulse through his shaft, as I attempted to line it up with Sara's vagina. It was when the head of his cock pushed up against her that I realized they needed more lubrication.

"Hold on," I said "Sara, lean forward. It's too dry right now." In all actuality Sara's pussy was still quite wet, but the wetness had turned a bit sticky on the outside. Sara raised herself up and without a second thought, I stuck my face into her pussy and began licking all around, getting it wet and sloppy again. I was well aware of Derek's hard cock resting against my chin, and I was also aware that my nose was lodged firmly into the crack of Sara's ass. Not too long ago the thought of that would have freaked me out and turned me off, but in that moment, I was too excited to care.

I probably spent too much time licking away at Sara's pussy, but I didn't want to stop. Then, when I finally did stop, I thought that I should also do the same for Derek, so I swallowed the first three inches of his cock and made sure to deposit a big dollop of spit on it also. When I pulled back, there was a drop of saliva running down the side of his shaft. I grabbed it again and lined it up with Sara's hole, which seemed a bit more open since I had licked her.

From my vantage point, I witnessed the most amazing sight I've ever seen close up and in person. Sara began to drop down, and the spongy head of Derek's cock began to sink into her. Her outer lips squeezed inward as the large invader slowly entered. Sara grunted and puffed, but continued to slide down the length until she bottomed out.

Both Derek and Sara moaned together, then Derek whispered "Oh fuck it's so tight and hot."

Sara whined and said "Mmm it feels so...so big. It's so much thicker than my toy. Ohh fuck it feels good." She sat still on my husband's prick for several seconds before slowly rocking her hips back and forth. I could see Derek's thigh muscles working as he was trying to thrust deeper. Finally Sara started to rise up and now her lips popped out as she raised up. Derek's shaft was covered in a thin sheen of white cream, and the smell was so intense that my mouth watered. I was unconsciously diddling my own pussy while I watched the action from inches away.

Soon they were fucking, not fast and hard, but slow and steady, as Sara became accustomed to the large size of Derek's cock. Both of them were grunting and moaning and I moved to the sofa beside them to watch their expressions. Sara looked so beautiful, her body glistening with sweat, her face locked in a grimace of pure lust and concentration.

"How is it Sara?" I asked.

"Ohh it's so good. I didn't think it would feel so good." She groaned, still keeping a rhythm bouncing up and down. She was moving faster now, and I could see that Derek was getting very close.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked, wanting her to cum before Derek.

"I...I don't know. I'm close, but I don't know."

I looked at Derek. His expression was one that I'd seen hundreds of times, so I asked "Does it feel good Derek?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" He grunted. "She's so tight and hot."

"You're getting close aren't you?"

"Yesss!"

"You gonna cum sweetie?"

"MmHmm"

"Can you hold out a little bit longer?"

"Ohhh...not much...I'm close." It occurred to me at about that point that they weren't using any protection. Since Derek and I didn't have to use anything, I hadn't even thought about it for Sara. I didn't want to alarm them in the heat of passion, so I calmly said.

"Sara honey, you should stop before he cums inside you. Derek could get you pregnant."