My Wife's Girlcrush

"See something you liked?" I teased playfully when she'd left the room.

"She's so fucking hot," my wife said in a loud whisper, rolling her eyes in suggested disbelief. "Was she even wearing underwear?"

"Definitely not," I whispered back with a laugh.

"Jesus Christ, how do you handle that body? I want to take a bite out of that thing!" she said with a chuckle of her own.

"Thirty seconds at a time," I joked. The arrangement between us was that I'd fill her up as often as possible while it was opportune to do so, which I tried hard to make quick and easy on her, but the truth was that shorter get-togethers were as much as I could manage most of the time. She rode like an absolute demon when she wanted to.

"I can't blame you," Ellie said as Nessa reemerged with a freshly uncorked bottle, ready to top us off.

"What are you two getting up to in here?" she asked in response to our childish attempts to act like we hadn't just been talking about her.

"Nothing at all," Ellie said as her glass was refilled, "this is just really nice. Thank you for everything, seriously. I think we needed this." I nodded in earnest agreement, scooping the last crumbs of a pastry into my mouth. My wife stared up at the younger woman by her side with the most adorably vacant puppy dog eyes; I couldn't work out if the returned smile was polite, knowing, sympathetic, or something more. It was just so heartwarming to see Ellie like this.

"Well," she said, "you both deserve a little quality time together, and I'm just happy to be a part of that. You both mean so much to me." She put a hand on my wife's shoulder and they shared another glance as Ellie nodded up at her, giving her some silent confirmation. "So, mister man, why don't you just follow us upstairs once you're done that drink of yours and you can enjoy the last course of dinner, hmm?" Ellie fought to bite back a smile again as her cheeks and chest flushed with a deep crimson blush.

"Do I need to go check the mail again?" I asked while Nessa held my wife's hand daintily, guiding her up out of her seat as she smoothed the skirt across her thighs.

"Take as much time as you want," she said as they made to leave the room together, hand in hand, "but don't take too long, or your dessert will go cold."

Nessa shot me a wink that tightened my trousers instantly.

*******

I gave myself a much needed pep-talk in the mirror of the first floor powder room after splashing a handful of tepid water on my face. The visits to Nessa's room were usually quick because that was all they had to be, but I wanted desperately to give my wife the performance of a lifetime tonight. Watching the horny little pixie prance around in her skimpy excuse for an outfit all night was sure to have Ellie all worked up, and I was desperate to get her out of that stunning dress.

Figuring that enough time had passed for Nessa to head off to her own room, I mounted the stairs, excitement pounding through me. I jerked my tie off and left if on the floor of the upstairs hall, hearing the door to Nessa's room click shut behind her to my right. To my left, a soft light played through the cracked door to our master suite.

I pushed through into the candle lit room, shedding my shirt and closing the door behind me, only to have my breath stolen from me all over again.

Ellie lay in luxurious repose on our enormous bed, propped up on a half dozen soft pillows, hair expertly arranged in an intentional display about her, arms spread wide to either side, and with a properly wicked look upon her face. I grinned back at her in feral heat, drinking in the sight of her matching set of deep red lingerie; a high-waisted, lace fronted set of bottoms with the strings pulled high up on her abundant hips, and a matching sheer top that failed spectacularly at obscuring my partner's large, dark nipples. She crooked an arm and plucked one strap off her shoulder seductively.

"You took long enough," she purred as I worked my belt from around my waist and kicked free of my pants. She gave an appreciative hum of approval at what she saw standing naked before her; I was hardly a gym rat, but I made some effort keep my fuzzy frame functionally fit for her. "Come here, you."

I crawled up the bed to her as she parted her legs for me, kissing my way up her legs and insistently at the soft pouch of her tummy, circling a slow lap of her navel with soft smooches. She petted my hair all the while; I'd have been treated to a glowing, affectionate smile if I'd bothered to look up from my work. I was committed to my labors though, and there were swathes of unkissed flesh that needed my immediate attention.

"I love the way you love me," she cooed, stroking my hair as I lavished her torso, hips, thighs, knees, tummy, ribs, and love handles with amorous attention. I lost myself in the obsessive need to find every bare inch of skin and press my lips to each new spot. "My big, handsome man," she cooed.

"I do love you, so much," I replied briefly, diving into an unloved space under her left breast.

"I know you do," she said, "here, let me help you babe." Realizing that I wouldn't rest until I'd positively smothered her from head to toe, Ellie deftly undid the silver clasp at the front of her bra, letting the delicately fashioned cups fall away until she could shrug out of the thing entirely. I applied myself with a new fervor, greedily engulfing her heavy teardrops in gaping mouthfuls of her impossibly soft flesh. In time, I worked up, up, and up, feasting at her neck and below her ears; a crowd favorite with Ellie that never failed to harden her nipples in an instant. "God, Tom, I love that so much," she exhaled.

"I know you do," I quipped, parroting her own words back to her. "I need you, now."

"Then take me."

I did. Peeling the inconsequential thong off and dropping it next to us, I kneed my way up toward her hips; her puffy mound was a favorite snack of mine whenever she'd let me have it, but I knew she didn't have the patience for that tonight. She nested her fingers in the wiry hair of my chest while I stroked myself to rigid attention, not that it was necessary; as was our particular habit, we watched together as her greedy pussy enveloped inch by throbbing inch of my burly cock. Ellie would never have admitted to being a size queen when we met, but I'd never been given reason to feel insecure about what I brought to the table; as wet as she was from the night's slow romance, we still moved slowly to keep her comfortable. She exhaled slowly as I sank home into her deepest, tightest berth, and began to rub languidly at bottom of her fat mound of newly bald skin. I wondered absently if she'd had help with that; it was improbably smooth to the touch.

We locked eyes, me kneeling between her legs, buried to the hilt and bumping back and forth in short strokes that kept most of me deep inside her, while she toyed her sensitive little nub with practiced fingers. It wasn't the flashy, hard, fast, animalistic sex that we'd had in our twenties; it was the sex that two people who knew each other like the backs of their own hands had, and it was perfect.

"God, you still feel so fucking good," my wife intoned with a serious set of her brow, disbelief creasing her forehead as she tried to reason out how the only cock she'd had in nearly ten years still found ways to surprise her. Her tummy tightened and she took hold of an urgent handful of pillowcase next to her head as she ground herself toward a hitching orgasm. "Yes, baby, fuck...yes, yes, yes!" she grunted, shivering and pitching forward slightly as electricity ripped along her spine, causing her to clamp down hard on me from within.

"Good girl, baby, that's my good girl," I expressed, heart swelling endearingly as I cupped her face in a big hand, "I love feeling you cum on me."

"Ahh," she sighed, gently probing at herself still, if somewhat tenderly, "I just love rubbing while you fuck me; there's nothing like it."

I was still thrusting into her, slowly, in the way she enjoyed after she came, even as I ran my hands over her soft body in an act of pure adulation. She did her best to paralyze me with her big brown eyes and a loving smile with what was left of the lipstick on her lips.

"Tom," she said, flush with heady confidence; I knew what would come next before it left her mouth.

"Yes, my love," I said, pressing into her more insistently.

"I..."

I drew longer strokes, intent on having my fun with this. I couldn't just make it easy on her.

"Tom!"

"Out with it, babe, use your words."

"Tom, I...I want..."

I had my hands around her hips now, and was riding her forcefully; her tits flopped with a delectably heavy ripple in time with her little tummy.

"Spit it out Ellie," I demanded.

"I want to fuck her!"

I hammered at her, bearing down into her carelessly, knowing my wife's mind was full to the brim with unfulfilled bisexual longing. Her eyes screwed shut and she clenched her teeth together, either in disbelief that she'd finally spoken the unspeakable, or in an effort to bear the savage punishment that I rained down on her battered little hole; a wordless, feral noise rose from her chest as she hammered her fists into the mattress on either side of herself.

"Again," I ordered.

"I...I...can't!" Ellie protested, squirming powerfully.

"Again Ellie. Say it again."

"Tom, I..."

"Now, Ellie," I barked through gritted teeth.

As if with great anguish and under punishing duress, she complied at last, erupting in a wracking spasm of agonizing bliss as she finally uttered the words, "I want to fuck her so bad, Tom!"

I pulled myself free of her, dripping from tip to base with my wife's desperate lust, and stomped in something like a fury towards our door while Ellie's breathless mewling filled the room. I tore the door open, prepared to march the length of the hall without breaking stride.

Nessa squeaked in terror as she recoiled from where she'd clearly had her ear pressed to the door.

"Get in here," I growled, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her into the room.

"I'm sorry!" she cried pathetically as I hauled her to the foot of our bed. Ellie perked up eagerly, hunger and raw lust sparking her eyes; she literally licked her lips. "I'm so sorry, really!"

"My wife wants you, now," I told her. She still wore most of the outfit from dinner, minus the heels and stockings.

"Okay," she gasped, eyes darting around the room furtively.

"Okay?" I asked, needing to be sure that her consent wasn't just panic. She nodded quickly.

"Mhm. Yes!" The excitement sounded more genuine; she was warming to the idea, looking quickly from Ellie's voluptuous naked body back to my hairy, sweaty form towering over her. "What do you want? What do I need to do? Tell me...Daddy."

Ellie made a sound like a ravenous jungle predator.

I spun Nessa around roughly, pulling her little skirt up to show my handprint to Ellie. "Is this what you want?"

Ellie nodded rapturously, and began to rub her dripping slit. I cracked a harsh slap at the tight little butt on display, earning a nod of gratuity from my wife and a little cry from Nessa. I spun her back around and pulled the black fabric up again; her neatly tucked pussy lips were red and inflamed; she'd obviously been a very busy little voyeur. I ran a finger along her wet slit and offered my hand toward my wife. She wavered only a half second on the edge of indecision before steeling herself; she clamored the length of the king-sized bed swiftly, sucking my finger into her mouth like it would save her life, casting her hungry gaze up at the younger woman lecherously. She settled back on her haunches and undressed her muse with her eyes; that wouldn't do, not for my Ellie.

I pulled the feeble knot of her top away and yanked the sorry little shirt off crudely, wanting desperately to give my wife what she craved so deeply. The bra went next, and the girl's tits stared Ellie right in the face, tiny pink nipples set ready to cut glass at a moment's notice. I pushed her forward into Ellie's waiting arms, and she immediately began sucking at them with at least as much dedication as I'd shown her much larger ones minutes ago. Nessa's face was one of carnal disbelief as she chewed on her bottom lip with a furrowed brow that told the story of a woman all too happy to be treated as she had been. Ellie pawed at her greedily, squeezing ass and tit meat with fevered abandon.

"Are you going to fuck her?" I asked, fighting the urge to simply continue enjoying the vulgar spectacle of my wife's insatiability. She was drooling on herself by then.

She made no real reply, but bodily pulled the smaller woman onto the bed with her. Nessa gasped, but didn't protest, and let herself be coerced onto her back where Ellie had just lain. My wife swatted her legs apart as Nessa craned her neck to look down at herself, and Ellie shoved the tiny skirt up around her midriff. I had no choice but to stand there and stroke myself to the view.

Ellie dropped her chest to the bed and popped her wide ass into the air, giving a little wiggle that I knew was just for me; I reached out and patted her lovingly, eager to watch her satiate her deepest need. Nessa looked to me as if for some support, but I shrugged to let her know that she'd find no help from me. The searching look turned to wide-eyed disbelief in the moment Ellie's hot tongue parted her lips; she slammed her head back into the pillow in open-mouthed incredulity at what her night had become, and cupped her own tits to ground herself. I couldn't take another minute.

I squared up behind Ellie, who's ass teetered near enough to the foot of the bed. Pearly strands of wet excitement webbed between her thighs and I slid into her without any effort whatsoever. Her mess of hair hid Nessa's pelvis from veiw, but the girl stared me right in the eye while I started pummeling my wife anew; Nessa's mouth worked in mute 'Oh's continually, her face a contorted masterpiece of bliss that approached indignance. Ellie was clearly eating well, and her pussy twitched and clamped down on me ceaselessly.

"You're doing so good, baby, I'm so proud of you," I said encouragingly, patting Ellie's hips to let her know that the compliment was for her. She refused to abate her sloppy munching, but a hard series of blinks from Nessa and an audible "fucking hell, just like that, yes please" told me she'd intensified her suckling feast.

"Daddy," Nessa said waveringly, "do you like watching your wife eat me like this?" I was pleasantly surprised to hear her getting vocal.

"I...love...it," I fought to reply between thunderous thrusts. The cracking report of my pelvis against my wife's perfect mountain of ass filled the room with a staccato beat that I was sure the neighbors must have heard.

"I love it too, daddy, I love it. I love your wife's tongue on me. I love it...so...fucking...MUCH!" I wasn't sure if she'd cum or was just dangerously close, but Ellie's head was bobbing savagely as she devoured the poor girl.

"Tell me," I demanded, wanting to hear the girl compliment my stunning wife further. I'd had Nessa's pussy on a silver platter for weeks and weeks now, but I wanted desperately to know that she appreciated my wife at least half as much as I did, to know that she was worthy of her magical mouth.

"I fucking...NEED...to cum for her, daddy!" she cried, pinching her own nipple tightly and pulling at her own hair with the other hand.

"You will look at me when you cum, understand?" I ordered, nearing the brink myself. With luck, and a patient devotion that came with worshipping the woman on the end of my cock for nearly a decade, I'd see us all cumming in a messy puddle together.

"Yes, daddy!" She moaned in agony, already looking to me for an anchor.

"Are you close, baby girl?" I pleaded. Nessa nodded urgently, and Ellie moaned loudly in time with her; they'd both heard what they wanted to.

A deep breath, a mental bracing, a willful steadying of shaky legs, and I launched myself back into the complete and utter ruination of my wife's happily abused pussy. Nessa clamped her hands to either side of Ellie's head tightly, seeking me out as her mouth parted in yet another wordless howl, and Ellie's hands wrapped themselves powerfully around our girl's waist to hold on for dear life as I split and splintered from the inside out with what I couldn't hold back for another second; Nessa and I watched each other cum on either end of my faithful life partner, trembling madly into and onto her peerlessly gorgeous body. A hot, streaming rush of my wife's watery euphoria ran in a short flood down both our legs as she crashed forward onto the still-shaking woman she'd just spent the last five minutes lashing with her tongue; Nessa wrapped her arms around my wife's head and shoulders and held her close, emitting a steady stream of adoring accolades.

"Oh, you did so good, you did so good, gorgeous, you did so good for me and daddy, yes you did, yes you did." I could have wept for the wholesome purity of it. Ellie found her lover's face and lauded it with kisses, each of which was returned passionately and earnestly, and I felt sure that my time with the couple was at an end.

I leaned over and kissed my wife sumptuously on her bare ass cheek, sparing a happy wink for Nessa smothered beneath her as I scooped up a shirt and some shorts, intent on making my way to the spare room for the night to give my wife space to enjoy her new toy.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" she asked, turning back to face me for the first time in many long minutes.

"You two cuddle up tonight, if you'd like! I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" Ellie asked genuinely.

"Of course," I said with a wide smile, heart full to bursting with pride for the glassy-eyed, vacant expression on the well-fucked girl who patted my wife's hair absentmindedly. "Take care of our girl, okay? I'll come in in the morning."

"You have to fill her up tomorrow," Ellie said, "it's her time again."

I turned before slipping through the door to leave. "I know it babe; there's plenty for both of you, okay?" Ellie smiled and nodded contentedly. "Goodnight you two."

A pair of "Goodnight Daddy"s followed me out the door.

Life was very, very good.