The Favor

Ryan kissed down her stomach, letting his hands trail over her breasts, gently moving her arm out from under the covers.

He stopped to look up and say "That's my job tonight."

He kissed her sensitive inner thigh, stopping to drag his fingernails along the length of her upper leg, her arousal evident again. His warm breath washed over her pussy, and she had to stop herself from begging him to go faster. Ryan let his tongue brush her swollen lips, tracing a circle around her whole pussy, and she responded by arching her hips, trying to push herself to his warm mouth.

He stopped. "The more you move, Ash, the slower I'm going to go."

"You're driving me crazy," Ashley said.

His flicked over the tip of her clit, side-to-side, sending a wave of pleasure up through her body. She started to moan with each rapid breath. He kept the pressure as light as possible, just grazing the clit, teasing her, while he slowly slid two fingers into her, curving the fingers up. His tongue started to circle her clit, fast but with barely any pressure, her hips started to move in time with his tongue.

"You're not getting ready to cum yet, are you?"

She lifted her head to look down at the man between legs. "I'm close. Just make me cum."

Another moan as he pressed his tongue flat against her clit and moved it in circles, his fingers sliding slowly in and out of her. "God, I'm right on the edge."

Then he stopped. His fingers slid out of her, stood, and lifted her hips to shift her body so that her legs were on either side of him. She could feel the tip of his hard cock just brushing her wet pussy. She wanted to feel him slide all the way into her so badly now, but his hand held the base of his shaft and he ran the head up and down the slit, letting it bounce over her clit. He let the tip slide in just far enough so they could both feel it inside her, one hand slowly caressing her inner thigh. The other started to slide the length of his shaft, bumping against her with each stroke. He looked at her face, black hair spilled on the bed, her brow furrowed either in concentration or pending orgasm, arms spread wide, inviting him to finally enter her.

He let go of his cock, and slowly entered her, letting the electricity build. She gasped as he filled her and began to withdraw. Slow, deliberate thrusts, guiding her back to the edge. She moaned with each penetration now, and he felt his own orgasm starting to build. Her hand snaked down, forefinger and thumb forming a circle around his slick cock, squeezing gently so that it had slide through fingers and pussy.

His pace was faster now, neither of them able to delay any longer.

"Ash, I'm getting close."

She looked up at him and in a ragged, sex-filled voice said, "I am too, hun." A moan and then, "Fuck me hard now."

Her fingers tightened down on his cock as it pounded in her, immersing itself in the wet heat of her box. He could feel her pussy start to clench, and heard her breath catch, and then a long, loud moan as her orgasm grabbed hold of her. He continued his pace, not letting up, driving the pleasure through her entire body, bringing his own release closer.

"Ryan, cum inside me," was all she said, but it was too much for him. He could feel his legs get weak as the rush of cum sped along his cock and fountained into her. Her hand released his spent cock and started to rub her clit as she rode her pleasure. The feel of her own fingers running circles around her clit and his cock filling her kept her orgasm going, and she savored the slow coast back down the mountain of pleasure they had climbed.

They lay in bed, watching the last of the fire spread warm light through the room.

Ashley rolled over and looked at Ryan. "Thank you."

He gave a small laugh, wondering what he was supposed to say at a time like this. "You're welcome?" and they both giggled.

Part II: The reward

Ryan walked through the front door, checking his watch. Just after 8:00 in the morning. He carried mixed emotions from the night before home with him -- regret that he wouldn't be with Ashely again, an intense feeling of satisfaction, and some guilt. Despite the fact that the night was Emily's idea, he figured they would need to talk through this.

A note was waiting on the kitchen table: "Good morning -- Cat and I are at breakfast. Be home about 10. Love, Em. PS. I hope you're ok -- don't worry", and farther down the page in a different hand was scrawled, "Hope you drilled her good." Ryan laughed and knew that was Cat, probably written after Emily had walked out. His trepidation lightened considerably with the note, and he thought coffee and a shower were in order.

Ryan was in the kitchen when the front door opened, coffee in hand, wrapped in a white bathrobe, one that looked strangely like it belonged in a hotel.

"Hey guys. How was breakfast?" Ryan felt stupid even asking such an inane question.

Emily kissed him, first on the cheek, then on the mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It was fine, thanks."

She stepped back and surveyed him. "New bathrobe?" They laughed and the let the tension start to drain away. Ryan looked at Cat, red hair and all. Their eyes met and he she gave him a quick raise of her eyebrows as if to let him know they were all on the same page, that Emily was fine and he should be, too.

"Hey Ryan," Cat asked, "Guess who we talked to this morning?"

Ryan held his chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm..."

"Holy shit! Three times? I always thought you had it in you, but Emily never tells us shit," Cat burst out, a big smile on her face, "Nice work, Ryan."

Emily said, "Ashley said to tell you thanks, she had the best time and hasn't felt this good about herself in years."

Ryan nodded, not knowing quite what to say. A quirky smile started on his face.

"What's that for? Reliving last night, stud?" Cat asked.

"No, it's just that this is kind of strange. I mean, I never figured I'd screw some other woman, must less my wife's friend, and be thanked for it. The world has definitely taken a turn for the surreal."

"Yeah, well, in for a penny, in for a pound," Emily said.

"Huh?" Ryan looked at her, "What's that mean?"

Emily stood in the front of him, "Well, Cat and I were talking at breakfast, and we figured things couldn't get much weirder. Not in a bad way, just unexpected. We decided that it would be a good day for everyone to live out a fantasy. Ashley got hers last night, we all knew that and don't lie, you know she's had thoughts about you."

Ryan felt a surge of arousal, although in way that he couldn't immediately describe, he wasn't surprised by this. Cat moved up beside Emily, her green eyes looking at him intently.

"Ok...so who's next? I can't believe I just asked that," Ryan said.

Cat gave a Cheshire grin. "You are."

She turned to Emily, lightly held the other woman's cheeks between her hands, and kissed her. Lightly at first, just on the corners of the mouth, letting brown and red hair mix. Emily closed her eyes, her hands snaking around Cat's waist, pulling her closer. Their kissing grew in intensity, tongues flicking together, Cat's hands weaving through Emily's hair, moving it back to give Ryan a better view.

"So have you guys done this before?" was all he could think to say.

Cat pulled back, leaving Emily with her face up-turned and eyes shut. "No," she said, "Now no more questions."

Emily reached over and loosened the belt on Ryan's robe, letting it fall open. He was half-erect from the thought of what he hoped might come next.

Emily said, "Just relax and enjoy us," as she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the length of his growing cock, her hands steadying his hips. Cat stepped forward and lightly kissed him, finishing the kiss by tracing his lips with her tongue. She whispered in his ear, "What do you want me to do?" In answer, he glanced down at Emily, and Cat slowly lowered herself to the floor. Her mouth joined Emily's, both women painting him with warm tongues, swirling over the head and back down the shaft. One at a time, they took his cock in their mouths, blowing him hard and fast, then slowing down before the other took her turn. The feeling of the women alternating was sending Ryan to the edge -- he was unprepared for how different they felt, how much they complimented each other.

Cat slid her shirt over her heard, and pulled the black, lacy bra down, letting her breasts spill out. Her mouth slowly worked Ryan's cock while her hands kneaded and pinched her nipples. Emily bent and took one of Cat's nipples in her mouth, sucking hard, and Cat let out a soft moan. Her green eyes met Ryan's.

"We haven't done this before, but it's not like Emily and I haven't talked about what we like. She knows just how I like to be satisfied," and she stood, helping Emily up after her. Ryan stared her half-naked body. There was something irresistible about a woman in jeans and nothing else -- it immersed him in lust and the worry that he might cum simply standing there flashed through his mind.

Cat led Emily and Ryan to the sofa. She pushed Ryan down and knelt between his legs, grabbing his cock and sliding the swollen head in her mouth. One hand slid up and down the shaft, the other gently squeezed his balls. He glanced at Emily, who was behind Cat, reaching around to unzip her jeans.

She whispered to Cat, "He's going to cum soon. He loves getting blown like that."

Cat took his entire cock in her mouth, slowly pulling herself along it's length before stopping, leaving him close to orgasm. She stood and let Emily slide the jeans down her legs.

"No panties. Nice touch," Ryan thought. He saw that she was trimmed but not clean shaven like Emily and had the desire to plunge his tongue into her. She pushed him back down, straddling him, letting her pussy slide along his cock.

"That's a taste of what you'll get later. When I decide to let you fuck me," Cat looked into his eyes as she said this. She stepped over him, still facing the sofa. Her arms braced on the back of the couch so she was bent over, ass in the air, legs spread in open invitation. Emily slid down to sit on the floor between Cat's legs, her hands grabbed Cat's ass and pulled her pussy to her face. There was no subtlety left between the two women, and Emily let her tongue flick Cat's clit, back and forth, teasing her. Cat started to moan, trying to arch her back against Emily's hands, while her tongue continued to work her clit.

"God, Em, I never imagined. This feels so good," Cat looked down at Emily, red hair spilling around her face, "Do you want me to cum?"

Emily started to slide a finger in Cat while her tongue traced light circles around her clit. She started to finger her faster, bringing Cat closer to climax. She looked over at Ryan, still sitting on the sofa, slowly sliding his hand along his cock.

"You can fuck me now," was all Cat managed to say.

He stood behind Cat, straddling his Emily, and pressed his cock against her swollen pussy. Emily grabbed him and licked his head, holding the base of his cock.

"Slowly Ryan," she said, "Make her last."

He started to enter Cat from behind, just the head, while Emily tongued her clit with the gentlest pressure.

"Shit, could please just fuck me? You guys are killing me here." Her head rolled from side to side, breasts swinging below her as she moved herself over Emily's face, trying in vain to find more satisfaction.

Ryan slid more of himself in, and now he could feel the light flickers of his wife's tongue alternating between his cock and Cat's clit, while her hand still held him back. She held him like this for several seconds before letting him slide the rest of himself inside Cat. The feeling of being filled by Ryan and Emily's tongue working her clit sent her over the edge.

She let out one loud moan, "Yesss..."

Ryan could feel her clench on his cock, and Emily loosened her grip.

"Now fuck her hard, Ryan. Keep her cumming."

He slid all the way out and back in, cock sliding first through Emily's fingers and then Cat's pussy. Cat started to moan again, louder with each penetration, and Emily started to lick her clit again, bringing a second orgasm to Cat. Her moans were too much for Ryan, and he pulsed deep inside Cat, grabbing her hips for one final thrust as he spent himself inside her.

They sat like for several seconds, Cat letting the waves of pleasure recede slowly, Ryan letting the last of orgasm drain into Cat, and Emily giving the lightest brushes of her tongue on Cat's now sensitive clit.

Cat turned and looked at Ryan. "Two down, one to go."

Part III: She who waits longest gets tied up.

Cat stood, naked, her face flushed with sex. She looked down at Emily.

"Your turn," she said, helping her up off the floor, "but in the bed." She kissed Emily hard, unbuttoning her blouse, letting her small breasts peek through her bra and started to lead her upstairs before looking back at Ryan.

"Oh, hun? We're going to need you for this."

Ryan followed the two women up the stairs and his now half-hard cock felt new stirrings of life. Their bedroom was simple -- the only extravagant piece was the four-posted bed. Emily and Ryan had talked about tying each other up, spread eagled on the bed, at the mercy of the other, but had never found just the right moment. Cat began to strip Emily, kissing her neck as she reached around behind her to unclasp her bra. Moving down to suck each nipple, giving Emily little nibbles as her hands unbuttoned her pants. Ryan knew that Emily would be wet, her pussy swollen with desire by now. He knew that she had always wondered about being with another woman, and he also knew they both found Cat irresistibly sexy.

He moved behind his wife, running his fingers gently over her back, moving his hands down her hips to hook his fingers under the elastic of her panties. Slowly he dropped to his knees behind her, pulling her thong down, caressing her thighs as he kissed the backs of her legs. Cat knelt in front of her and her tongue darted in and out of her mouth, sending shocks of pleasure into Emily's clit.

Cat peeked around and said, "Ryan, find me some scarves, hun." She stood and took Emily by the hand and led her to the bed, kissing her again before she gently pressed her to her back. They looped a scarf around each of Emily's hands and the other ends to bed frame. Cat knelt between her legs and slipped her tongue into Emily. Emily moaned and lifted her legs over Cat's shoulders.

"Naughty Em," Cat said, "Now we'll have to finish tying you up."

The morning light spilled over Emily, dappling her athletic body in alternating bright and shade. The vision was intensely erotic for Cat, the beautiful Emily bound to her bed, waiting for whatever they had in store for her.

Cat stood on the side the bed, reaching with one hand to massage Emily's clit and the other to pinch a nipple, hard enough for Em to whimper. She held this for several seconds and then both hands stopped.

"Don't stop..." Emily begged.

Cat moved close to her head and whispered in her ear, "A tied up woman is in no position to make requests, is she?" and her tongue traced Emily's lips.

Ryan stood beside the women, not sure of his role, afraid to disrupt things. Cat knelt in front of him and slowly took his cock in her mouth, giving Emily a clear view. She was slow, deliberate, letting her tongue trace elaborate patterns over the head, taking him all the way in.

"Do you like to watch me suck him off? Should I make him cum? I can and we all know it, " she purred, "I can't imagine how much you must want him to fuck you right now."

Cat reached under the bed and pulled one of Emily's vibrators out her "toy box" -- a large purple one that drove her crazy when Ryan used it on her.

She stood, giving Ryan a wet kiss and said, "Sorry hun, you'll have to wait, too."

Cat sat on the edge of the bed, "Maybe you'd like to watch me use your vibrator on myself?" She slid the vibrator in her slick, wet pussy and turned it out, sending a flash of pleasure through.

"Emily! This one is nice. Oh my God, I'm gonna lose it in about 5 seconds," her head leaned back as she started to pump the vibrator. Ryan stepped up and began to rub her clit with a finger.

"Ryan, stop before I cum," Cat hissed, and caught her breath.

She pivoted around and brushed the vibrator over Emily's clit.

"How's that, sweetie?" asked Cat before sliding it in her pussy, watching as Emily strained against the scarves that held her down.

Cat stood, leaving the vibrator buried deep in Emily and said, "Ryan, show me how she likes her pussy licked."

Emily's breath became ragged as the vibrator worked inside her, her hips ground forward, trying to press her clit against the shaft. Ryan bent down and pressed her hips on the bed, lowering his head between her legs. He started to move the vibrator in and out of her, fucking her with it's purple length. His tongue found her clit and ran circles around it, teasing her, keeping just off of it. Ryan glanced up and saw Cat climbing onto the bed, throwing a leg over Emily, straddling her chest.

Emily moaned as Ryan let his tongue flicker back and forth across her clit, slide the vibrator in and out. She struggled to move, but the feeling of helplessness heightened the sensation of pleasure.

Cat moved forward until she was over Emily's mouth, throwing her head back as Emily ground her tongue against Cat's clit, sending a fresh round of heat up through her body.

Ryan could tell that Emily was on the edge, straining against the scarves that held her against their lust. He stopped his tongue and slowly withdrew the vibrator, letting it buzz across her clit before it was out. He climbed on the bed between Emily's spread legs and bucking hips and pressed his hard cock against her pussy, sliding it slowly in, grinding his pelvis against her clit before pulling all the way out. In front of him, Cat's moans became louder, more animal, as she neared her orgasm, Emily driving her tongue across her clit.

Ryan couldn't hold himself back any longer. He began to pump his cock into Emily, the heat, the wetness of her massaging him with each thrust. Her pussy began to clench in spasms on him and he knew she about to cum.

"Emily, I'm cumming right now. Oh fuck..." Cat moaned.

The sounds of Cat's orgasm and the feeling of Ryan rhythmically fucking her sent Emily over the edge and she came as his own orgasm exploding into her. She lifted her hips, letting him grind into her, waves of pleasure pounding through her as he continued to thrust, milking her orgasm.

The three of them spent the next few minutes in silence before Cat discretely loosened the scarves, letting Emily put her arms both of them.

Ryan looked at his beautiful wife, "Don't get me wrong, I loved this, but I guess I'm not sure who's fantasy was who's"

"Well," she said, "We have the rest of the morning to work that out," her hand dipping between her legs, letting her finger run a quick circle around her clit.