Sweeter Than Roses

Somewhere between her tongue and his cock, it started, something similar to an itching. Squirming harder, and louder, I tried to scratch it, and succeeded beyond anything I could have imagined. The itching turned to a tingling which turned to a quivering that spread within my loins, and beyond. My thighs began to shudder in time with the spasms. My head fell back and my mouth fell open. My chirping became something much closer to a whimper.

And then Elaine's tongue was gone. "No, Barb," she said in a harsh whisper. "No."

Eyelids flew wide over my bulging eyes. A tear slipped out of one corner. I lifted my head and looked down at Elaine. Though my mouth remained open, I could not think to utter anything beyond a single syllable. "No?"

She gave me a nod and a sympathetic grin. "I know, but it wasn't going to happen, he's not going to last that long. Get ready. When I say, jump off."

My brows dropped even as my husband bounced my body through another stroke. "What?"

"When I say..." With a gasp, Elaine turned her eyes downward. "Oh! Now! Off. Off. Get off!"

For a half-second my mind raced, then her meaning took hold and I bounced upward onto my husband's stomach.

Below, Elaine grasped his glistening, bulging shaft with both hands and began pumping. Behind me, Russell emitted a long low groan. As if in slow-motion, the distended opening in his enraged crown parted farther. A split-second later a milky-white stream shot from within. My eyes followed the sailing stream skyward where it seemed to hover, before falling back to land upon my abdomen.

I looked downward again just into time to glimpse Elaine's wicked grin as she aimed his cock upward, toward me. A gasp emerged from my parted lips in the same moment the next stream emerged from my husband's cock. My eyes followed the flying cord until it landed on the sheen of sweat that covered my tummy, drawing a line all the way from my navel to my left nipple.

Another smaller spurt followed, and another, until the final offerings but dribbled out and slid down his length toward Elaine's pumping fist.

She slid her clasped hands up his shaft, gathering his seed as she did so. With a hiss and a smile, she rubbed her palms together, then cupped her hands and closed her eyes. Still wearing the smile, her face descended until her nose disappeared behind her fingers. Her chest swelled with her first breath. Just beyond the edge of her fingers, her lips curled upward even more.

Elaine's eyelids popped upward with her face. She steered her glistening orbs into mine. "Try it," she insisted in a whisper before her face again disappeared into her cupped palms.

I looked down to where my husband's seed stretched across my belly. Sometime, I could not recall when, his hands had made their way back to my breasts where the tips of his fingers now turned slow circles about my enraged nipples. My throat flexed in a dry swallow. I sent my hands downward and with my fingers scooped his offering upward across my pliant paunch to my even softer bosom.

Like Elaine, I closed my eyes before bringing my cupped palms and the subtle sickly-sweet scent therein to my nose. A deep breath later and I too was smiling.

Three breaths later, I felt a weight upon my abdomen. Dropping my hands, I looked down to see Elaine slide up my body, her sweat-slickened skin pressing against mine, her body warming me in more ways than one.

Beneath me, my husband issued a subtle groan. I turned my eyes over my shoulder, yet could do no more than glimpse his form. For a moment, I wondered if the weight of us both might be a burden, but in that moment his hands spread over my breasts, massaging my tender flesh. He issued another subtler groan and all thoughts that he might be in discomfort faded. I looked back to Elaine.

Putting her nose where Russell's finger worked his semen over my bosom, she inhaled. "Nice, huh?" she whispered.

"Yes," I agreed with a nod.

She slithered upward and rubbed her cheeks upon mine. I smelled it at once, the unmistakable scent of my husband on her face. Her lips came to mine, bringing a hint of him with her kiss.

"Of course," she whispered as our lips parted, "there's one thing better than smelling." With that, she slid back down my body until she again rested between my husband's spread thighs.

Again her steely orbs locked on mine. She grasped Russell's cock at the back and gave it a good squeeze. His softening member bulged. His fingers bit into the flesh of my bosom.

Elaine's spread tongue emerged from her still smiling lips. Looking straight at me, she ran her appendage the length of his shaft before turning circles about his swollen crown.

My husband whimpered. His hips bounced upward and stayed there, an invitation Elaine accepted at once, sliding her still-curved lips over his head and beyond. As she had done with Donald, she began to draw upon him with an audible vigor, her cheeks flexing in and out in time with the gliding of her lips over his shaft.

Less than a minute later, her lips slid off with a pop. His shaft snapped away, smacking his abdomen. Elaine's nose crinkled. Her eyes sparkled.

Her glistening pink tongue roamed my husband's cock, much like a cat bathing its paw. From the closet came a long, low, moan. My eyes leapt to where Mr. Stanley hid. I had no doubt what had just happened behind the hanging coats.

"What was that?" Russell asked from beneath and behind me.

I whipped my head over my shoulder, the one away from the closet. "Sounded like the heater coming on," I suggested.

My husband extended his head to the side just enough so I could see his dropped brow. "I don't think so. Sounded more like..." Russell's brow leapt upward the orbs beneath them bulged as his attention shifted downward.

Following his gaze upward, I found Elaine's fist wrapped about my husband's member, squeezing him so hard that his normally pink crown favored a shade of purple. "Oh, God," she gasped. "Your husband has a nice cock. Nice and hard." She turned her eyes from Russell to me. "And it's my turn."

I nodded my consent.

She jerked her head to one side. "Off."

I rolled from atop my husband and looked back to see Elaine slide upward, dragging one of her breasts along the furry trough of his tummy. Onward she slid, until her face hovered over his. She twitched her hips, grinding herself onto his flattened member.

"You ready to fuck me?" she hissed.

Russell's head bobbed his exuberance. "Sure," he managed to gasp.

"Good," Elaine whispered. She extended her tongue, teasing the tip of his nose. "But you just left your wife high and anything but dry. You'll need to make amends."

His eyes widened. "I do?"

"Sure," she said. "It's easy though. You know how to lick an ice cream cone, right?"

"Sure."

"Ok." Elaine put her palms to his shoulders and pushed herself upright, then rolled off to the other side. "Lie down. Put your head on the arm."

With his expression blank, Russell looked to me.

I smiled, a signal of both my approval and my pleasure that he had sought it.

My husband nodded once, then rotated to lie prone across the Stanleys' sofa. Elaine sprang to straddle his midsection. Rubbing her flexing hands over the base of his ribs, she smiled and turned those eyes down onto my husband's face.

"Now," she began, leaning forward until she lay prone across him. "You lick your wife just like she was ice cream. All you need to do is keep licking, nice broad strokes, just like this." Twisting her head, she licked twice the breadth of my husband's lips before settling her mouth over his.

Russell's hands sprang from the couch to hover in the air. As if she could see his fingers fluttering beside her flank, Elaine's hand shot upward in an arc, directing his hand to her hip, holding it there for a second before sliding her own hand back to the edges of his muscled chest.

My husband's broad hands began to roam her sleek figure while their lips continued to roam one another. My mouth formed a pout. In my heart, I felt it, that heavy, hollow twinge of pain that is jealousy. I gave a glance to the parted door of the closet and wondered if she intended to share her husband too, or if she just meant for me to share mine.

Movement caught my attention and I looked back to see Elaine sit up. "All you do is lick," she said, still staring at Russell. "She'll do the rest." With that, she turned her eyes to me. "Climb aboard."

My eyebrows bounced upward. I looked to Russell, then back to Elaine. "What?"

She snickered through a grin. "Sit on his face."

My eyes bulged, but no other part of me moved.

Elaine tilted her head to one side. "Nothing's better than a tongue down there. What are you waiting for?"

With a nod and a swallow, I turned my attention to my prone husband. The subtle curve of his lips and the gleam in his eye answered my question in the same manner my smile had earlier answered his. I took a step forward and lifted my leg over his face. He lifted his arms and I planted my knees on either side of his torso, then settled backward.

At once, I felt him kiss the upper reaches of my thigh. A moment later, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue on my wanting nether lips. My sex clenched its approval. My eyes closed and my head fell backward as I put a little more of my weight onto him.

Russell's hands shot upward, finding the edge of my ribs. His fingers kneaded my flesh there as I began to squirm. I rubbed myself back and forth across his tongue, at first simply savoring the still-novel sensation of being licked. Soon, however, I brought that most sensitive portion of my sex across his tongue. The tingling that had before tormented me returned over the course of but several licks. I began to press myself onto him, seeking the promise of the sensation while at the same time hoping I was not hurting my beloved.

Within minutes, the bliss of it all overwhelmed my notions of altruism. Leaning, I put my weight onto his face and ground myself onto him in a desperate attempt to sate the pulsing heat that had taken over my loins. My breaths came in short spurts, each accompanied by a whimper.

The feel of hands upon my shoulder stirred me from my reverie. I snapped my eyes open to find Elaine's face inches from mine. All of her shined, from her eyes to her skin to the bouncing black tresses that framed her face.

"Oh, God," she hissed, her features twisting as she spoke, "I love your husband's cock in me. Thank you." Not waiting for a reply, her lips surged onto mine. My hands leapt from my body to hers. Again groping lips and groping fingers roamed in unplanned, yet perfect, unison.

She slid her lips from my mouth and across my cheek to my ear. "And don't worry. I'm not going to let him have his this time. Not until you get yours."

Pushing back upon my shoulders, she leaned ever further forward and brought her lips to my neck where she more suckled than kissed. Downward her lips went, leaving rough kisses in their wake until she reached the apex of my breast. There, instead of suckling, she bit me, not hard, but just enough to start a spark in my bosom that shot straight to my loins, igniting the embers smoldering there.

Tremors shot through the checks of my ass, tightening the muscles there before doing the same to my thighs and abdomen. A half-second later it was my calves and torso. Then my neck warmed and my toes curled. Like a rubber band, the force recoiled, tracing its way back through my form, all the way to where the heat in my quivering loins found its way out of my body in the form of a warm wetness.

My eyes flew open. I waited for some sign of disgust from my husband, but he issued not a sound. His tongue continued to massage me with long, firm strokes. A broad smile spread across my face and I turned my wide eyes downward to find Elaine looking back at me. Extending her tongue, she left a warm wet trail across my breasts until her mouth found my other nipple. Again, she brought her teeth to bear and again the tingling jolt surged through my form, igniting a series of spasms even more powerful than the first.

The pattern continued, peaking in intensity at my fourth climax, then receding over another handful. By the end, Elaine had worked her way back to my lips, kissing me as the last throes shook their way from my form.

"Come," she whispered as our lips parted. "Taste what your husband and I have done."

She leaned away and sidled backward onto the arm of the sofa, leaving Russell's glistening, engorged member in her wake. My eyes leapt from his shaft to her face.

"Do it," she insisted in a whisper.

I nodded my agreement and leaned, bringing my nose within an inch of his crown. The acrid scent of her sex rushed into my nostrils. My own sex quivered, both in excitement and from the suddenly unusual sensation of not being licked.

Smiling, I understood it was my turn to do the licking. Putting my eyes back to Elaine, I extended my tongue and laved her flavor from him.

She sprang forward until her steely eyes were almost a blur. "No," she said, grasping his shaft by the base and lifting the crown from his stomach. "I've been keeping him ready for you. And I do mean ready. Suck him."

With my eyes locked on hers, I parted my lips and slipped them over his crown and beyond. Her flavor permeated my mouth, but by the time I withdrew my lips and ran my tongue across my husband's head, his flavor had joined hers.

"That’s right," she said, squeezing him. The head of my husband's cock swelled. Its ridges slid over my tongue. "Suck him hard. Let him know you want it." Maintaining her grip, she began to slide her fist back and forth in short strokes just beyond my nose.

My chest surged with my next breath. She was right, I did want it. I plowed my lips over him, doing my best to emulate my tutor. She was also right about him being ready. Not a dozen strokes had my mouth taken over him before a pulse surged the length of his shaft, culminating in the first geyser. His offering coated my tongue, obliterating her tart taste with his pungent one. Stunned by the cloying flavor, I stopped sucking and simply held him with my lips as he throbbed again.

"Look at me," Elaine whispered.

I steered my eyes the few inches over her still-pumping hand and into her great gray orbs.

"That's it," she continued in the same soft tone. "You can do it. Hold it all."

For another half-dozen spurts, I did just that, until my checks puffed wide with my husband's bounty. Unsure what I was meant to do next, I did nothing.

Amid the dangling curls of Elaine's raven-colored tresses, her fist gave my husband's still-engorged cock one final squeeze. He swelled- the edges of his crown pressed into my taste buds.

"Ok," she said. "Keep your lips tight and slide them off."

Following her instructions, I withdrew until my husband's cock flopped against his belly with a single milky white tendril stretching to my closed lips.

With her tongue tucked in the corner of her mouth Elaine's eyes roamed my face. "Go ahead," she whispered. "Swallow it."

I barely had time to do so before she pounced. The force of her assault sent us both tumbling from the couch. Pinning me between the hard of her floor and the soft of her body, she brought her mouth to mine where we shared the subtle tang of his sour salinity.

Our lips separated the better part of a minute later, but not by much. She kept her mouth just beyond mine where her every breath wafted under my nose carrying hints of him, and her.

"There'll be no more dreams of boars for you," she whispered, dragging her lips across mine. I thought she would kiss me, but instead she withdrew, her lips pulling at mine like a magnet until we both sat upright.

Elaine cut her eyes toward the sofa. Our faces followed and we found Russell leaning back, his hands locked behind his head and his gaze locked upon us.

I turned my attention to the arm of her sofa and the dark stain on the fabric. As if reaching for a flame, I extended my fingers and touched the damp spot, then brought my fingertips to my nose. My mouth and eyes widened in unison. "That's me!" I gasped, turning to my hostess. "Oh, look what I've done to your sofa!"

Elaine only giggled. "Don't you mean smell what I've done?"

I issued a sheepish nod.

Her giggle turned to an outright laugh. "Now you know why we don't have new furniture."

"We," I whispered, casting my eyes toward the closet. For a moment, I felt a tinge of pity for the man hidden there, imagining him a prisoner- but then I recalled the thrill of my own time in another closet and all trace of sympathy evaporated.

"Yes," Elaine said, regaining my attention. "We." She turned her eyes upward to my husband. "I don't suppose you'd rather play cards next week?"

Russell's brow dropped into a chevron. "Cards?"

"Canasta maybe? I hear that's a good four player game."

My husband nodded. I could see the outline on his cheek where his tongue roamed inside his mouth. Through his parted lips he inhaled a single large breath, one which swelled his furred chest. "Four players," he mused during his exhale. He cut his eyes to me. "You want a four player game?"

I smiled. "Yes. But not cards."

In silence, we dressed, trading occasional glances. A trio of surreal minutes later, we stood in the Stanley's entryway. Looking into the coat of the closet, I thought of Donald, how he could have Elaine, and still want me. My sex again stirred with warmth.

"Next week," Elaine whispered into my ear. "They're both going to fuck you in the ass." She pulled away and looked me in the eye. "Don't you dare give your little butt cherry away before then."

My tender rings clenched their anticipation. I wondered which one would fuck me first, but soon decided it didn't really matter- they were our husbands now, both of them. Wearing a broad smile, I nodded my agreement. "Do we have to wait until next week?"

Elaine smiled and looked to Russell. "What about you? Do you want to wait until next week?"

My husband shrugged. "We're not doing anything tomorrow."

I snickered through my smile. "Let's make it Wednesday."

A minute and a round of goodbyes later, Russell and I stood amid the snow of the Stanleys' lawn and watched Elaine close the door. My eyes cut upward to my husband, landing upon his lips. Lips from which escaped a single surge of frost. Lips on the way to mine.

Russell kept his face near mine as our kiss ended. "I never dreamed you could be so open-minded."

I smiled and blew frost of my own across his face. "Surprised you, did I?"

"Yes," he said. "I thought you'd be insanely jealous of me even looking at another woman."

"What about you?" I whispered. My brows bounced upward. "Are you going to be jealous when I'm fucking her husband?"

The ends of Russell's mouth curved upward. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

My eyes widened. "You're getting hard?"

He nodded.

"Again?"

He nodded again, then smiled.

My hand rushed upward to his loins, confirming his words to be true. "Well," I began, my lips curving to match his. "Let's don't waste it."

* * * * *

That was but ten days ago. It seems so much longer. I close my eyes and breathe. Do I merely imagine the scent of semen or does some still linger? I bring my fingers to my face and smile as I find fragrant remnants clinging to my lips and cheeks. My fingers rush to my nose. My mind drifts back as I try to remember whose seed lingers upon my face.

Although the book of dreams does not distinguish between filly and stallion, I doubt not my dark horse's gender- or her name. She has taught me so much, yet I know this is just the beginning.