Two for One

Tonight. Tonight is the night.

Nerves ran up and down Eric's spine, like the light prickles of thousands of tiny, icy fingers. He and Taylor had planned this night thoroughly, carefully. They found just the right person, discussed ground rules and boundaries, and more importantly, the kids were gone, spending the night with Eric's folks, after all, every couple needs a night to... themselves.

Truth be told, this was Eric's idea. Taylor was, to say the least, shocked at his suggestion. They had talked about spicing up their sex life, but here idea for this typically stopped at toys or general role play. Never had she thought about adding someone else, a stranger, even remotely crossed her mind.

There were still a couple hours until everything was supposed to happen. Eric and Taylor were going about as normally as possible. They had made dinner together, one of their favorite things to do as a couple, in an attempt to ease their nerves. Neither one had brought it up today, not entirely sure what to say. Eric thought he'd feel more excited than he did, but these particular circumstances felt foreign, almost frightening. He worried he was making a mistake, but it was too late now. They were in this together, now.

They sat together to eat; chicken, lightly seasoned, with roasted veggies and red wine. The wine was an odd pairing, in retrospect, but something about it felt more sensual and romantic than white wine. Dinner was light and delicious. They supposed that a heavier, richer dinner could spoil the evening. Each moment had been carefully discussed and planned. As much as possible, anyway. How could you really plan for something like this? Spontaneity seemed inevitable, so they decided to control as much as they could about the day.

Dinner tonight felt like a first date. Jitters and small talk that felt odd for a couple who had been married for seven years, and together a few years longer than that. It wasn't uncomfortable, just different and unfamiliar. Oddly, this had a feeling of excitement behind it. There was a new kind of electricity beginning to build in the room. They finished dinner and got up to clean their dishes, each one pouring a fresh glass of wine.

"So, we really haven't talked about this at all tonight, but I have to ask... do you still want this?"

Taylor spoke slowly, carefully. The nerves were beginning to build in her. She didn't make eye contact, focusing on rinsing off the dishes in the sink. Even so, her tone carried a sort of energy instead of apprehension.

Eric sensed the tone and it surprised him. In her own way, she seemed to offer a hint of excitement.

"I mean," Eric cleared his throat, swallowing a sip of wine. "Really, it's up to you, Sweetie. If you're feeling uncomfortable, or..." his thought trailed off. He felt she could finish his thought as well as he could.

She didn't look up from the dishes, just kept rinsing and loading them into the dishwasher. For a moment, she paused long enough to take a gulp of her wine. It stuck in here throat very briefly before being slowly swallowed down. She caught her breath and breathed deeply, tasting the rich, dry flavors again. Something about losing her breath for that one moment combined with the anticipation of the evening, and she realized, just then, she felt warm and wet. Her hand met her mouth as she wiped away a small drip of wine that didn't make it between her lips.

"I guess I'm a littler nervous, but," she paused, reaching for the right words. "I mean, we've come this far, right? All this planning. I suppose it would be silly not to at this point. Right?"

She wasn't sure why she ended with a question, and suddenly felt a tinge of fear. It seemed to her, in that very moment, she realized she was actually looking forward to this. But now, she had given Eric the out. He had the opportunity to call this off, and she felt a tightness forming in her chest. Without looking up, she grabbed for his plate to rinse it, but it wouldn't come to her. Eric held tightly, and she raised her head to look at him.

Their eyes met and locked. She looked at him, frozen, certain he was going to call the whole thing off. He looked at her and smiled, sweetly. It was a warm, familiar smile, and her anxious feelings seemed to melt away. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, looking into her eyes once more.

"Right," he responded, softly. "It would be silly." He released his grip on his plated and sipped at his wine. Grabbing hold of the bottle, he motioned toward her glass, offering to pour her a little more.

"I'm good," she responded. "I feel like I'm at my perfect level." She rinsed and loaded the last of the dishes. The last thing she wanted to worry about was a mess in the kitchen. She sipped her wine, slowly this time, trying to bring back that feeling she almost lost just moments ago.

Time, it seemed, had gotten away from them as Eric looked at the clock. Nearly eight o' clock. Any moment now, he supposed. Looking at his glass, he realized it had gotten a little low, so he picked up the bottle and refilled. Still a little left in this bottle, and a backup, in case their guest wanted any.

Together, they moved to the living room, waiting. Neither one really knew what to say, so as they had done so many evenings before, they turned on the T.V. Some Netflix would help the time pass and ease their nervous energy. They always had The Office to turn to in these moments. Eric sat next to Taylor, gently stroking her shoulders as she picked an episode.

He looked over and realized she looked incredibly sexy tonight. Her golden hair hung loosely, small curls accenting each strand as they fell just past her shoulders. She wore a black top that accented every curve of her body. He could see the outline of her nipples, still and ready on each breast. Her skirt was short, red, and loose. She shifted, slightly, on the couch, legs together, but inviting. He could smell her perfume, soft, floral, and delicate. She was, in a word, perfect.

The knock at the door came as a surprise, somehow. Eric and Taylor looked at each other, shrugged, and Eric got up to answer the door. Taylor looked at her glass, finished what was left of her wine, and paused the current episode. She wasn't sure what to do in that moment, so she stayed on the couch, holding her glass as butterflies fluttered throughout her body, starting in her head, flowing slowly through her shoulders, into her breasts, her stomach, and settling, finally, where she felt that familiar warm, wet feeling.

"Thanks for agreeing to this," she heard Eric say from the front door. "Come on in, Taylor is just in here, on the couch."

***

I felt frozen in place. Yes, I was excited. Nervous. Terrified, if I'm being honest. But still, excited. I kept looking at my empty glass, both wishing it would magically refill and knowing that I had had the perfect amount. My shirt felt warm and tight on my body, and for some reason, even fully dressed, I felt open and exposed.

Eric brought him in, and I saw him here, in our home, as though it were the very first time. I could feel my cheeks flush and the rest of my body swell. He was very handsome with a short, trimmed beard, neatly styled hair, dressed nicely in a red button down shirt and a clean, nice pair of jeans. I could feel my eyes wander, looking him over, slowly settling just below the level of his belt. Something inside told me I was staring, so I quickly looked back to my glass, forgetting it was empty, then rose from the couch.

"Nice to see you again, Taylor," he said, extending a hand. I went to receive it, realizing quickly that I was about to offer him my wine glass. Awkwardly, I fumbled with the glass, freeing my hand so I could meet his grasp.

"Hi, Tim," I responded, shaking his hand. It felt like it was barely above a whisper, but he flashed a smile, his eyes wrinkling at the corners ever so slightly. His grip was warm and firm. If he had any nerves about tonight, I couldn't tell. Good, maybe that will help me calm my own.

His eyes met mine for the briefest moment, but I could see a comfort in them. The feeling of his large, smooth fingers sent my mind racing with excitement and anticipation. Thoughts raced through my mind about what those hands could do, and a pulse raced through my body before settling between my legs. Our grip loosened and I let my arm rest on my thigh.

"Can I get you some wine, Tim," Eric asked, motioning toward the kitchen.

"No, really. Thank you," he replied, politely. "That's very kind, but I just came from dinner, and I'm feeling rather comfortable right now."

Eric considered his glass for a moment, then looked over to mine and smiled. "So," he started, raising his glass to his lips to drink, "should we talk about how we're going to... do this?"

My whole body flushed as he said that. This was everything our night had been leading up to. I could feel my hand tense around my glass, and yet, it wasn't nerves I felt in this moment. It was something else. Something deeper.

"I would love if we could, really quickly, just go back over the ground rules we set. I don't want to over step any boundaries with the two of you." Tim's concern was so genuine, I couldn't help but feel comforted by his words.

"Well," Eric began, gesturing toward me with his glass, the last bit of his wine swirling along the bottom, "this evening is for Taylor. Her comfort and her desires are first and foremost." He lifted his glass, finishing the last of his wine before setting it down on the dining room table. "Penetration is really where the line was drawn when we spoke last. Fingers or otherwise. That was something we wanted to save between us. Now blowjobs, eating her pussy," I imagined Eric's lips pressed around my clit, tongue playing softly, and I suddenly got hit with a hot wave of urgency like I haven't felt in years. "Eating her pussy," his thought continued, "that's fair game."

It had been many years since someone other than Eric had explored me in this way. After our wedding, I was sure it was something I would never experience again. Yet, here we are, and in just a few moments, that's exactly what would happen. I felt a throbbing excitement deep inside me. Right now, I needed this.

Tim smiled again, and I found myself staring at his lips. Lips that, in just a few short minutes, would be pressed against mine. Perhaps even surrounding my clitoris. Or so I imagined. The thought of this caused me to bite my lip, creating a small shock of bright pain.

"I guess, then," Tim said, looking between the both of us, "we should head into the bedroom?"

I looked toward Eric, my breathing quickened. He looked back at me, nodding slightly, waiting for my approval. Slowly, deliberately, I nodded back and started toward our room. The room that, in just a few moments, would be shared with someone brand new. Behind me, I could hear Eric and Tim follow quietly as I made my way to the bed. Together, they approached, Eric crossing to my other side, and I was in between the both of them.

We sat at the end of the bed for one silent moment. A moment that you could have convinced me lasted an eternity. Hundreds of thoughts raced through my head, as the three of us considered one another. It was a moment that ended in a thousand fireworks as Eric slowly placed his hand on my thigh, just under my skirt, leaning in to kiss my neck. The soft, wet feeling of his lips sent a shiver through my entire body, causing my nipples to come to attention.

"May I?" Tim looked directly at me, once more ensuring my comfort in the situation. Sinking into the feeling of Eric on my neck, I was still able to turn, looking Tim directly in the eye, before wrapping my hand around his jaw and cheek and ear, pulling him into me, our lips meeting each other with a surge of passion and lust. Our tongues mingled as though they were old friends, and just for a second, I had forgotten how to breathe.

On my other side, Eric sank deeper and deeper into me, alternating between kissing my neck, my shoulder, and my ear. Down below, his hand had moved all the way up my skirt, rubbing the engorged lips of my labia from outside my panties, which I could feel starting to dampen. Slowly, his fingers, his sensual, familiar fingers pushed aside that last layer of fabric between our flesh, and he entered me, sliding in and out, gently stroking my g-spot.

Tim and I continued kissing, mixed with moments of frantic breath, when I felt him reach for my shirt. I offered no resistance, letting him pull my shirt from my waist, past my breasts, and up over my head. Each fiber seemed to dance and play along every bit of now exposed skin. Every nerve in my body seemed to crackle and cry out for more. My bra quickly followed after I undid the clasp and tossed it, unceremoniously, across the room. A smile turned my lips upward, completely out of my control, as I continued kissing this new, unfamiliar man.

We slid further onto the bed, the three of us, as Tim and Eric gently laid me onto a pillow. Tim's hand slid into my hair and gently down the side of my face, where I could get a true sense of how slender and soft his fingers really were. In that moment, a new, forbidden thought entered my mind: what could those fingers do, buried deep inside me? I tried pushing this thought out of me, but it became like an obsession. My secret obsession. As he slowly moved his lips from mine, along my neck, and onto my nipple, I felt a longing deep within my core, but I reminded myself of our boundaries. Instead, my hands found themselves buried in each partner's hair as they kissed and explored every last exposed inch of me.

I watched as Eric slowly rose to his feet and started to pull down my skirt and panties, now wet with excitement. My knees pulled up, assisting Eric with this important task, until both garments slid over my ankles and down to the floor. He kissed, softly, slowly, from my navel, to my hip, to my inner thigh, causing me to shake with desire. He paused momentarily to look up at me, and our eyes met for just an instant. As quickly as our eyes met, he had lowered himself between my legs, his lips sealing themselves around my expectant clitoris, and I let out a loud gasp of pleasure. For a moment, I swear I could have blacked out.

Pleasure was all I could feel as Tim teased each nipple and Eric tongued over my sex. An overwhelming desire washed over me, and all I could think was, "I need more." My hands still ran through the hair of each of them, but I needed them now. With what coherent thoughts remained in my mind, I reached out to Tim, grabbing at his belt and undoing it with a speed I had never before possessed. He tried to help, but in my desire, I slapped his hand away and told him to stand next to the bed. Of course, he obeyed, and what was all the help I needed to expose his cock, which stood, straight as a soldier, awaiting orders.

"Come here. Now," I demanded, in between quick gasps for breath. Eric was still sucking and kissing and licking all of my most sensitive parts, threatening to throw me into a frenzy of ecstasy. Tim approached without hesitation, leaving his pants in a heap on the floor. I propped myself up on an elbow, wrapping my other hand around Tim's unfamiliar member. He knelt on the bed beside me, matching his cock to my height. My hand slid up and down his pulsing shaft as I looked up to his eyes. He returned the look, lips slightly parted, and like a snake lunging toward its prey, I wrapped my lips around him.

It was bigger than Eric's, but not by much. Certainly nothing I couldn't handle. I slid my mouth down the length, letting the head hit me right in the back of the throat, momentarily setting off my gag reflex. I pulled my head back and took in a gasp of air, partly from my reflex, and partly from Eric brushing the flat of his tongue against my clit.

Concern came over Tim's face as he looked down at me. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

Our eyes met again, and I saw the genuine concern on his face, but I wanted this. I needed this. Locking my gaze with his, I took his entire cock into my mouth, past my reflex, and down my throat. My eyes squinted and watered as I felt my throat close around his swollen member. A cough started to tickle in my throat, but I suppressed it, pushing myself further into Tim's longing body, his cock slipping even further into me. On him, I caught the faint scent of his body wash, warm and woody with a hint of musk. His natural salty-sweet scent came through as well, igniting in me a passion I didn't know existed.

In the final moments before I needed to draw breath, I grasped his hand and directed it to the back of my head, my fingers interlocking behind his. Once again, I envisioned his fingers, these long, tender fingers entering me, feeling me, fucking me. I pulled my head back, gasping for air and running my hand back over his sex, slipping it back into my mouth as his breathing became louder. I detected soft, low moans coming from between his lightly parted lips.

Down at the end of the bed, I could feel Eric, still fully dressed, shift and change position. Once more, his fingers started exploring all my most intimate parts. Slowly, two of his fingers entered me, sliding deep into my pussy. I felt his fingers curve within me, followed by quick, intense, rhythmic pulses against my g-spot. It was all I could do to focus on taking Tim's cock into my mouth, pushing him deeper and deeper toward climax. Soon, the rhythm was too much to ignore, and I fell back onto the bed, giving in to Eric's fingers.

Gasps became moans and I drew Tim's hand toward my face, licking and sucking his fingers, poor substitutes for his now wet, stiff member. The pleasure overcame me as Eric kept rocking inside me, and I came, a wave of pure ecstasy washing over me from head to toe. I lost all control of myself, pulling my knees into my body and clasping my legs together. Still, Eric kept going, even as I shook and moaned loudly, forgetting for a moment that the three of us were alone in the house. The pulsing, the rhythm, persisted, pushing me deeper and deeper into orgasm when suddenly, I felt myself squirting, my juices flowing all over Eric's hand, my legs, and onto the bed.

His fingers left my body, and I laid there, shaking uncontrollably, as my orgasm crashed in waves again and again. My breathing had become erratic, and I needed to be fucked.

"Now you," I heard Eric say in the midst of my ecstasy, and I saw him get up and sit alone in the chair across the room. I looked form him to Tim, wondering if I heard him correctly.

"Me? What?" Tim seemed confused in his response, but I sensed what Eric was saying.

"Taylor. Make her squirt. Make my wife come, again."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was all I had wanted in so many moments this evening. Even so, it was outside our boundaries... and I didn't care.

"Are you sure? I thought that..."

"Please. Please, do it. Do it now, Tim," I interrupted, needing this. Longing for this.

"Do it," Eric said, and sat back in the chair.

Slowly, Tim crossed over, just as I regained control of my legs, again. As he sat, he looked at me, and I nodded, guiding his fingers, his long, sensual fingers down toward my pussy. I felt them dance around the outside of my pulsing, throbbing sex, until they slowly parted my labia and filled me. All I could see was red as I felt them enter me, explore me, and move right into position. His fingers felt exactly as I had imagined, long, and smooth, and strong. He curled them inside me, pressing the pads of his fingers against my g-spot. He's done this before, I could feel it. It took all of my willpower to keep from coming on the spot.

Putting his other hand underneath me, he arched my back slightly, tilting my pelvis upward, and started pulsing. His rhythm was similar, but this angle, this angle made all the difference. I screamed out, knowing I would not last long. For a moment, I managed to glance toward Eric, now jerking off as he watched Tim work. This was all I could handle, and once again, I crumpled, pushing out more of my juices and soaking the bed. I shook and gasped, clutching my breasts before realizing Tim wasn't stopping. He was going for another. I shook, lurched, and begged.