Georgia on Her Mind

I know I slept because I can remember all the times I woke to a passionate cry and a substantial change in the sounds trickling down from above. I felt myself slipping into a lucid dreaming state where dreams and reality clashed. I imagined two nights ago when Lynn's fun had included the three of us, what had happened, almost happened, and didn't quite happen. Juxtaposed with those memories were thoughts of last night when I only watched. Those vivid images tried to make sense of the new sounds until it was an odd, erotic jumble.

I was still in that state of lucid dreaming when I felt an odd sensation. I felt my cock being lifted from my stomach and a warm, wet pussy engulfing it. That was too real of a sensation. I opened my eyes and froze as Georgia squirmed against me. I sat up, making it as far as leaning on my elbows as I looked around the cabin. "Where's Lynn?"

"Upstairs," Georgia said, pushing against my big chest while grinding her pussy against me. I felt her contracting muscles deep inside her pussy and it felt amazing. "Relax," she said, leaning over me. "I asked her if I could do this."

"Fuck me?" I asked, still confused with what was happening in my world.

"Yes. Now kiss me and tell me if I still taste like her." She pressed her mouth against mine and shoved her tongue between my lips. There was a sweetness clinging to her that I could smell as well as taste.

"Why?" I gasped when she finally pulled away. She pulled my hands to her tits, urging me to caress her. I did so automatically, still bewildered.

"Because I wanted to say thank you for bringing her to me," Georgia smiled. She eased herself up and down my shaft with ease. On every down stroke, she squirmed and clenched those hidden muscles. "And maybe because I like cock, too," she added with a playful giggle.

"You feel amazing," I offered as I caught up with the moment.

"Your wife says the same thing."

"Are you guys done?" It felt like a foolish and poorly worded question.

"I don't think we'll ever be done," Georgia said, leaning over and kissing me again. She ran her fingers through my hair as she gyrated against me. "You know I've always wanted her, right?" I nodded. "And now that I've had her, I'm never letting go." She squeezed my cock hard. It was a remarkable sensation.

"She told me she loves you."

"And I love her, but there's one thing I can never be for her." I gazed up at the dark skinned woman with curly dark hair with a question in my eyes. "I can never be you for her. I can never be her man."

"I'm not so sure that matters," I groaned, unsure if it was from the fucking I was receiving or how my heart felt.

"Sure it does," Georgia said, kneeling more upright and riding me cowgirl style. Did she know this was my favorite position? Had Lynn said something or was it purely dumb luck? "No matter how many girlfriends I've had, I still like this."

"You're going to make me cum," I gasped, teased too many times in the last day and half to maintain my control.

"Do it," she said, putting her hands behind her head and gleefully bounced up and down on my cock. Damn, that felt so good and she looked so hot as her larger breasts swayed with every bounce.

I groaned as I struggled with my emotions and my libido while my orgasm welling up me. Part of me wanted to hate Georgia for making me feel so good. Hell, for making my wife feel so good, too. Part of me resented ever pushing Lynn to explore her sexuality. There was no reason for this weekend to go the way it had, not even after Lynn's confession about college. We could have flirted and played without ever giving into temptation as we had so many times before. I could have remained oblivious to Georgia's charms. Instead, I vainly tried to hold back my orgasm.

Georgia was in good shape, but the cowgirl position gets tiring fast. Whenever Lynn did this to me, I never held back. I would enjoy the experience as much as I could and as quickly as possible. But this wasn't Lynn and as amazing as Georgia's pussy felt, the most important part of my heart held my orgasm in check and I believe it would have stayed that way, except for what happened next.

"Do it, baby," Lynn said, popping up behind Georgia. I had missed when she came downstairs. I have no idea how much she had seen or heard. None of that mattered as much as seeing her now. She reached around Georgia, cupping her swaying breasts and smiled at me. "Cum for us."

A deep, throaty sound emanated from me that I can only compare to the sounds lions make when mating. It was part growl, part groan, and part joyful roar as I came deep inside this other woman riding my hard cock. I felt her pressing down on me, grinding against me and I felt her inner muscles trying to contract around me, but my orgasm was too strong for her muscles. I pulsed and throbbed inside of her unencumbered by her attempts to hold my cock with her pussy.

"Holy shit!" Georgia squealed before she began laughing. "What the hell kind of sound was that?"

"No kidding," Lynn giggled, staring down at me with wide eyes. "You never do that for me!"

"Get over here and kiss me," I said, holding out my arms to her. She immediately left Georgia and came to me. I grabbed her, held her tight, and peppered her face with kisses. "I love you," I managed between kisses. "I will always love you."

"And I love you, too, you nut," she giggled, laughing at my rapid fire kisses until I calmed down enough to give her one good kiss.

"Damn," Georgia said, lifting off my cock. "Even your wife doesn't squirt this much!"

"Damn is right, baby," Lynn said, caressing my hard cock. She bent over and began sucking me. "Oh fuck, this tastes good."

"Here's some more," Georgia said, holding her cupped hand between her legs. She smeared more of our combined lovemaking on my cock for Lynn's tongue. "I think I need another shower."

"I think we all do," I said, a bit overwhelmed.

Laughing like college students drunk for the first time, the three of us raced upstairs to the shower and took turns kissing and caressing each other. Looking out the window by the shower, I saw the sun had set and the first stars were dotting the sky. Rinsed clean, I was first to step out and dry off. The girls got lost in one more kiss before they decided they were clean enough, too.

"Do you really have to go?" Georgia asked as she used her towel to dry a spot off Lynn's back.

"Yeah, we do," Lynn answered before I could say anything. "He has to work in the morning and I don't think I can handle another orgasm from you."

"What about from me?" I asked, just playing.

"After a four hour drive home? I think I'll be ready again."

Georgia sat on her bed as we got dressed and collected our things. She stayed naked while following us downstairs and as far as her porch. "I love you," she said, pulling Lynn into a big embrace that included a very long kiss.

"I love you, too," Lynn told her back.

The hug and kiss Georgia and I shared didn't last as long or include as much passion. "Thank you," I said and that earned me a second kiss from her.

"Thank you," she told me before shooing us away to our car.



We rode together in silence as I bounced down the dirt path Georgia had called a road. Eventually, I met the main road that led to the highway. "We could have stayed," I said before it was too late to turn back around.

"No, we couldn't," Lynn said, putting her hand on my thigh. "We need to go home and be just us again."

"Okay," I said, knowing there was more but not pushing for it yet. I waited until we got to freeway. I stopped long enough to fuel up and buy coffee for both of us. Once I was pointed towards home, I asked her to talk to me. Lynn knew why and I knew she would, even if she didn't start talking right away. Nearly five minutes passed before she did.

"I fucked a lot of guys in college," she finally said. "I mean, before I met you. It's part of the reason how I knew I loved you. Once we started dating, I sort of didn't want to fuck any other guys."

"Okay," I said, patting her knee. I could understand where that might have been a difficult thing for her to admit. "You know you weren't my first, right?"

"I know and I know we never really talked about other people we dated because it never really matter." Long ago, we had even said as much to each other: what was past was past and didn't matter. She fell quiet again.

"Am I supposed to ask how many other guys there were?"

"Oh God no, please don't," she snorted. "More than five and less than ten, okay?" It was. "I know I dated a couple of guys just because I could. You know how it was, you were away from home for the first time, you didn't have your parents watching over you, all that crap, right?"

"For whatever it's worth, my number was five. At least in college, before you, five."

"Georgia and I used tell each other about our dates. In detail. I mean, explicit detail. I know sometimes when I was telling her about one of my dates, she was hiding beneath her covers in the dark and masturbating."

"How did you know?"

"I just did and sometimes, I did the same thing when she would tell me about a date she went on. Not always, but sometimes, I would lay there and imagine the things she was saying were happening to me. And then, one night I sort of got it confused and I began imagining I was the person doing those things to her." Lynn paused for a sip of her coffee while I passed a slower driver. Lynn never liked to talk while I was passing someone at night.

"She told me a story one night about a guy she didn't fuck. That's how she started the story, by telling me, 'Okay, we didn't fuck, but wait until you hear what we did!' And there was something weird about her story, as if she making it up. I don't know if she was, but the guy in the story had longish blonde hair and was skinny and I didn't know there were any guys like that on campus."

"You think she told you the story of you doing her, except you were a him?"

"Yeah, and that was my favorite story. I came really hard when she told me that story and I think she even heard me coming. I think she came, too, because we were both breathing hard. Then it was like the next day when she made a pass at me."

"It was too soon, wasn't it?"

"I guess. I don't know. But I remember I date like three guys in a row right after that, as if I had to remind myself that I loved cock."

"Did it work?"

"I guess," she said. "I was still straight by the time you and I met." I waited for more to her story and there wasn't any.

We rode in silence for a bit until the point of her story suddenly hit home. "That's why we're heading home, isn't it?" I blurted out. "You want to make sure you still love cock." I stared at her silhouette and saw her nod.

"Is that bad?" she asked.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"I really wish you would have come to bed with us this afternoon," she said before I grew quiet as my tried to figure things out. I don't know how long I was quiet, but long enough for Lynn to grow worried. "Talk to me."

I was a bundle of half formed thoughts as I spoke my mind. I didn't know how I felt and keeping it bottled up wasn't helping. I told her how sweet it was watching them kissing and holding hands while we were walking around outside. Then I jumped to how I felt last night when I sat outside. I shared the jumbled up thoughts I had while Georgia was fucking me about how guilty I felt for pushing.

"Baby, none of this is your fault," Lynn said, looking worried in the dashboard lights. I knew my words had gone everywhere without making much sense. I was confusing her as much as I was myself. That's when I saw the lights of an exit up ahead and I knew what I to do. I put on my turn signal, took the exit, crossed over the freeway, and got back on facing the opposite direction. "What are you doing?"

"We're going back," I said and as I accelerated down the exit ramp, I knew it was exactly what we had to do.

"But you have work tomorrow," Lynn protested. "And she's not expecting us."

"Call her," I said, forcing myself to keep my speed no more than five miles per hour over the speed limit.

"What if I don't want to go back?"

"What if I do?"

"I'm serious," she insisted with an edge to her voice.

"So am I," I said, nursing the cruise control a couple miles per hour faster. Why not? I had just driven this stretch of highway and hadn't seen any cops. "You have about forty-five minutes to let her know we're coming back. Call her and ask if it's okay. If she doesn't want to see us again, I'll turn back around."

"You're crazy," she said with a worried look as she dug out her phone. She pressed the dial button and the Bluetooth broadcasted the call.

"Hey, I was just thinking about the two of you," Georgia purred when she answered. Lynn looked at me. "Hello?" Georgia asked when nothing was said.

"Sorry, I was waiting on Lynn to say something first," I said for us. "Look, we were just talking about how late it is and how I have some vacation time saved up and, well. . ."

"Yes!" she squealed, picking up on where I was going. "How far away are you?"

"A little over half an hour?"

"I'll start the hot tub and we'll see if we can relax your wife enough for another orgasm!"

"Perfect," I said before pressing the button on the steering to hang-up.

"If we're doing this, we're doing this for you," Lynn said, still sounding dismayed.

"You're probably right," I agreed and we rode in strange, icy silence. The only stop I made was to buy more wine. I over bought, in part as way to pay back Georgia for her hospitality.

We were on the last paved road leading to Georgia's house before Lynn spoke again. "At least tell me what you want."

"To have fun with both of you," I said, slowing as we neared the dirt pathway. "I was an ass last night and again this afternoon. I don't want to be an ass. Maybe all you'll let me do is watch, but that's okay, because that's what I want to do. Or maybe I'll end up sitting downstairs and only listening to the two of you making love. But you know something? If that's all that happens, I'll be a masturbating fool the entire time because the two of you sounded hot as hell this afternoon."

"I should make you stay in the car," Lynn said, sounding more like herself.

"I can jerk-off out here, too."

"No, if you're going to jerk-off, I get to watch," she said and I caught a hint of a smile as I turned down the dirt road.



Georgia stood naked on her porch as we drove up and as our headlights raked across her perfect body I felt a thrill surging through me. I put the car in park and stopped Lynn before she climbed out. "No clothes," I told her.

"Are you serious?" she asked, giggling. I answered by opening my door, standing, and tossing my shirt back inside the open door.

"Woohoo!" Georgia yelled from the porch, jumping up and down. I glanced over the hood and saw Lynn was following my lead. Naked in the nippy night air, we both ran towards Georgia and her warm cabin. There were kisses waiting for both of us as she asked, "Okay, who's idea was this?"

"All his," Lynn said and I was rewarded with an extra big kiss.

All smiles and contagious happiness, Georgia opened the first bottle of wine I had brought and passed full glasses around as we sat in her living room area. She sat across from us, pulled one knee up to her chest, and openly caressed her smooth pussy as she stared at us. "I was masturbating when you called," she said, sipping her wine as if her other hand wasn't doing anything remarkable. "About both of you." My cock began growing and I didn't hesitate to caress it. Georgia's eyes followed my hand as she smiled. "Yeah, including that. Fuck, your husband can fuck."

"Yeah," Lynn said, slipping her hand into my lap and finding my hand already there. She pushed my hand away. She kissed my cheek, too, and I could guess any second thoughts she had about coming back were gone.

"The two of you are dangerous," Georgia said, slipping a finger inside her pussy. It came back shiny.

"You're dangerous," I said, staring between her legs. "Do you have any idea how much I want to go down on you right now?"

"Then do it," she smiled, putting both legs on the floor and parting her legs.

I took another sip of wine, kissed my wife, and stepped around the coffee table. I knelt on the floor, kissing my way up Georgia's tanned thigh before reaching her pussy. Once I did, I buried my tongue deeply inside her pussy, eager to fully taste her again before I worried about pleasing her. I ran my tongue up her slit, over the stiff button of her clit, and settled in to make her happy.

"Guys feel so different when they do this, don't they?" Georgia mused. I glanced up and saw she still held her wine glass. She wrapped her heels around my back. "They really have no idea what feels best and yet they still can figure out how to please us."

"I think he's good at it, too," Lynn offered.

"Better than me?"

"Different than you," she allowed. "You're more aggressive than he is."

"I bet he can learn how to be more aggressive," Georgia said, putting her hand on the back of my head and pressing me hard against her smooth, wet pussy. "You won't break anything down there."

I pulled away. "I know," I said before going back to doing it in my style. "I like making love to a woman with my mouth."

"Mm, me too," she purred.

"Is that what you were doing to me?" Lynn asked.

"Did it feel that way?" I guess Lynn nodded because I didn't hear her reply. Instead, I heard Georgia ask, "Is that what you were doing to me?"

"Yes," Lynn announced.

"Oh fuck, he's fingering me," Georgia said incase Lynn couldn't tell. I guess from where she sat, she couldn't see much more than my back. "Do you remember those stories we used to tell each other?"

"Oh-my-God, I was just telling him about those!"

"I used to come so hard listening to your stories."

"Me, too," Lynn admitted.

"If this happened in college, I would have told you about it. I mean, not if you two were still dating. Only if he was just a guy I knew. I would have told you about sitting in a chair, casually sipping my drink and making him eat me."

"You're not making me do anything," I mumbled.

"Shut up and let me tell the story the way your wife wants to hear it," Georgia laughed. She caressed my head and squirmed a bit. "She's playing with herself right now. I think she likes seeing you do that."

"I do," Lynn said. I stole a glance over my shoulder to make sure Georgia was telling the truth. She was. "I used to do this when you told me your stories, too."

"It's why I told you so many of them."

"Me too," Lynn said with a small gasp that I recognized. She was close to her orgasm. I listened for her soft whimper of release.

"That's just how you used to sound," Georgia said when it happened. It's also when Georgia came, too. Knowing she was hyper-sensitive after her orgasms, I pulled away. She was still holding her wine glass and for some reason, I found that remarkably sexy. With my hard cock leading the way, I stepped back to the couch. Holding the back of Lynn's head, I pulled her into a deep kiss, sharing with her the linger taste of Georgia's pussy. "You two are so cute together."

"Thanks," I said, noticing that Lynn's fingers were still clutching at her pussy. I wasn't surprised, that's just the way she was made. After her orgasms, she liked a bit more play, she always did. "Let me taste your fingers," I requested. She gave me a big smile as I sucked on them.

"Did you really fill the hot tub?" Lynn asked. Georgia said she had and after refilling our wine glasses, we went back upstairs. At first, we just relaxed in the water. As it turned out, I wound up in the middle between them and they seemed to enjoy that. Lynn was idly stroking my cock with one hand while sipping her wine with the other when Georgia reached over to do the same thing. "Jinx," Lynn giggled and both girls kept their hand on me.