With Wendy's Consent

The conversation continued for about an hour, before Wendy and I as host and hostess rose to clean up after the lunch, putting three of the six containers into our fridge, and giving the other three, emptied of their contents, a decent if hasty burial in the garbage under the sink. Apparently food was good for what ailed me, or at least a good substitute, because while I still felt frisky enough for a whole room of Wendys—and what a thought that was!—my erection had subsided to a semi-state, but still ready to go to full attention.

Throughout, neither one of them had said anything more about the April episode. I was relieved, since I hadn't even spoken to James in the intervening weeks. Not out of guilt, mind you, but because speech season was over, and we'd both had classes to go to, and I of course had Wendy.

After lunch, we broke open the first bottle, a decent red, and settled into the living room to catch up on current and personal events. Wendy chatted happily, seemingly oblivious to my wish to get her into bed, but I remembered later she kept everyone's glasses full, stinting no more on anyone's wine than on her own. By mid-way through the third bottle, the three of us shared a warm, happy glow, free of cares for the time being.

Wendy looked at me over the rim of her wine glass, and winked, before setting it down on the coffee table in front of us. "So, how about that elephant in the room?" Turning to James, who sat in the chair beside hers. Her eyes now glowed with alcohol and horniness, and her voice was husky with the effort of speaking. Wendy's face was red and warm, not, I realized, with embarrassment, but with lust.

"James," she started breathlessly, gazing into his eyes and nodding her head towards me, "he told me about your conference. How you sucked each other off, then fucked each other in the ass. It made me hot just to think about it, still does. I love to go down on him, let him fuck my mouth until he shoots hot cum into it, and all over me. I didn't used to, but now I swallow. Sometimes," she leaned closer with a devilish leer, "sometimes I kiss him with my mouth full of his cum, and we share it between us. I think he likes it," she added unnecessarily, leaning closer, almost nose-to-nose with him, and my heart began to thunder in my chest.

"Did you swallow when he came in your mouth, James?"

Though he had seemingly been mesmerized by the wine and her charms working in concert, James shook himself, gaping at her while he tried to answer.

"Did you swallow? Or share?" Her voice was low and insistent; James was powerless to resist her question, and I don't think he really wanted to.

"Both," he croaked. "Both, swallowed and shared. His cum and mine, W-Wendy."He's as nervous as I am,I marveled. James seldom had any trouble with women, and was very, very successful with them as a rule. Maybe that was why he was nervous, since I was the only guy he'd bedded, or at least so I assumed.

Wendy leaned into James, and kissed him on the mouth, pulling back before he could do more than start to pucker his lips. Standing, she took both our hands, and led us to the middle of the room, a little unsteady, whether from the wine or nervousness I wasn't sure. She turned to me first and put one arm around me, and the other around James' waist, drawing us closer to her on either side. Settling her smoldering gaze on my eyes, she dropped her voice to a sultry coo. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course I love you, sweetheart." She rewarded me with a kiss, and the merest flick of her tongue between my lips. Wendy smiled, turning now to James. "I've got a birthday wish, and I need both of you to make it come. True." She giggled a little bit at the suggestive turn of phrase, which she somehow made seem very sexy and not at all vulgar. James looked at me, then at her, licking his lips as he doubtless wondered what she wanted to do. I had a pretty good notion, I thought.

Wendy stood between James and me in a group hug that I was sure she wanted to turn into a group fuck, and started frenching me, then him, and then me again. She'd always loved kissing as foreplay, during the main event, and in the afterglow, and I could feel more than hear her moan as she kissed me again, deeply. I glanced down, past her closed eyes, and saw her hand stroking James' cock through his slacks. It was hard and obvious, and I wondered what she would do next, maybe drop to her knees and open his zipper before taking it into her waiting mouth.

Wendy opened her eyes and gave me a drowsy grin. "'S my birthday, right?" My throat had forgotten how to work, and I nodded dumbly in reply.

"Yay, me!" she laughed, and kissed James quickly, a little peck on his lips, and gave me the same, before pulling out of the three-way embrace, and backing away to the second-hand easy chair in the corner. She sat down with her eyes locked on the two of us guys, and picked up her wine glass again, taking a long drink from it.

When she set it down, the same lustful glow in her eyes seemed to have spread to her whole body. "James," she started breathlessly, with a sinuous stretch, "would you object to having my man wrap his mouth around your dick and suck it?" She wriggled on the last two words, a delicious shiver that I wanted to take advantage of, James watching or not. Her hands began to knead her tits through the yellow top, and her legs were spread as she sat back in the chair, reclining it and rocking, but leaving her pussy inviolate for now. She laughed once more, a naughty, low and horny sound, and my cock was ready for anything she wanted.

Her grin was feral, and my Wendy's laugh was an endearing sound, filled with a yearning I'd heard before in her bed, and in mine. It meant she was ready to enjoy what was about to happen, and eager to start. "Kiss him like you kiss me," she whispered, still watching.

I obeyed, taking James into my arms, and opening my mouth for his tongue to wrestle with mine. It had been a couple of months, but it was no less natural than before when we started to kiss, and continued for some minutes. I felt his ass through the thin slacks he was wearing, and our erections were pressed together side-by-side as we tried not to start humping too soon.

James' hands slipped past my waistband, burrowing beneath my jeans and boxers to my bare ass. He stroked my buttocks in time to our kissing, and heat rose inside me as I knew I would have to do what Wendy said, whether she'd asked me to or not. My eyes were closed, but I could hear Wendy's breathing, growing harsh in anticipation of the act we were going to present her with any moment.

Disengaging from James' hungry mouth, "Take my pants down, then yours," I ordered, and felt his hands slide out from the back of my pants, and start fumbling with the buttons on my fly. It took him seconds, and we continued kissing, until I felt him pull the denim and cotton down past my hips to my knees, where I shimmied them down to my ankles before stepping out of them to stand half-naked—the good half, I thought—in the center of the room.

Wendy giggled again. "Lover, he gets to suck you second. Do him first. Please!" I looked over, and her top formed a lemon yellow pool of fabric on the carpet by her feet, and she had set her right tit free from its prison. She was playing with the nipple, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger, but her eyes were on us still. The denim straps on her overalls, nearly as blue as her eyes, were off her shoulders, and the front panel spread like an apron, exposing everything from her waist and up. She clearly didn't intend to miss a moment.

James' slacks were tented from the straining member beneath them. Dropping to my knees, it was my turn to fumble with his belt, catch and zipper. Faster than I would have thought possible, I'd successfully released them, and, as a lighter fabric, less stiff than the denim I'd also been wearing, they slid off of him.

My breath caught in my throat, and I reached for James' briefs, but he hooked his thumbs at either side of the waistband and pulled them down, letting them fall to where his slacks lay on the floor, and stepped out of them. His cock was as magnificent as I remembered, and I remembered how I'd wanted to suck it before. Now, with Wendy watching, the thirst I felt for his cock and cum redoubled.

"You want that in your mouth, don't you, lover?" Wendy was practically purring, desire thick and heady in the early summer air. She was right, of course. I wanted to suck him off again, almost as much as she wanted to watch. I glanced over and she nodded in approval to both of us. James took off his polo shirt, standing naked in front of me, hard-on at the ready. I followed suit, kneeling as the cool air from the fan caressed my bare bottom. Of the three of us, only Wendy still wore anything at all.

Taking James' saluting cock in my hands, I lowered it, pointing it straight at me. The tension in his loins threatened to pull it back up, out of reach, so I parted my lips, licked them and put the swollen purple head just past them. The head of his cock was smooth, soft and warm, and I decided to take some time, draw things out for Wendy's sake, and my own to be honest.

Swirling my tongue around James' head, I heard his soft moan echoed by Wendy's, and started to bob back and forth, slightly at first, letting the motion work with my tongue and lips. I let my fingertips trail up his bare legs, felt him shiver at the feel of them, at last cupping his buttocks with both hands, feeling the muscles tighten in time to his swaying as he started, once more, to hump my eager mouth.

My eyes were closed by now, letting my other senses guide me down this recent and familiar road. James' hand was behind my head, guiding but not forcing, letting me keep control of the tempo. He tasted wonderful, sweat and musk and the drop of precum that reminded me of my jacking off that morning, and I was back in that hotel room, sucking him off for the first time, again.

Accustomed now to the mechanics of fellatio, I savored the feel of his cock, sliding in and out between my lips, my saliva his only lubrication, and the gentle tap of his cock on the back of my throat. Gripping his ass, I changed the speed up, quietly urging him to move more quickly, fuck me harder and faster. He obeyed the silent command, starting to use his hips more, humping my open mouth. His breathing was harsher now, and I knew his orgasm was very near.

Opening one eye a crack, I looked for Wendy. The chair was empty, but I had no time to wonder where she'd gotten to, as I felt her against my back, naked tits against me, her arms around my waist. She kissed the nape of my neck, then leaned around to whisper in my ear. "Let him shoot in your mouth. I want to see him cum all over your face, like you cum on mine. Be his cum-catcher, baby. Lick it all up!"

Her hips were grinding into mine, and I found myself wishing she had a strap-on dildo, so she could put it in my ass and hump away while I sucked James off. The mental picture I had, me on all fours with Wendy's fake hard-on fucking me, and James' real hard-on penetrating my mouth, was too much for me. Without any touch needed, I blew my load onto our carpet, groaning around the member I was sucking. The feeling was unreal, powerful, and so intense I felt my balls pulsing, pumping out gobs of semen, seemingly without end.

Willingness gave way to desperation, and I started bobbing my head, willing James to let the warm sticky fluid flood my mouth and tongue and throat, wanting the explosion to take place. He responded by humping even faster, holding my hair in a death grip, and moaning in time to his frenzied thrusts. Gritting his teeth against a scream, James' last moan was drawn out, and I felt his back arch in ecstasy.

The first pulsing of his cock signaled the coming rush of semen, and I pulled back, giving him room for the flood. I wasn't disappointed, and felt the first spurt of fresh cum hit my tongue even as my cock was subsiding, still twitching with the echoes of my orgasm. Wave after wave of hot cum washed into my mouth, and I pulled away from him, letting the last couple of spurts wash over my nose and forehead.

Wendy was still spooned against me, and I pulled away, turning around. Facing each other on our knees, we threw our arms around each other, sharing another man's cum for the first time, swallowing it, reveling in it. When our mouths were empty, she kissed and licked away the gobs of it cooling on my face, and we shared these, too.

She was wearing only peach-colored panties now. Wendy had cast off her overalls just before she'd joined us, and they lay stiffly by the lemon yellow top and her discarded bra. I slipped a hand under the silken fabric of her panties, and worked it down underneath her, only managing to brush one of my fingertips against the outside of her pussy at the very bottom of her. The hot, wet fragrance of her filled the room. Rocking her hips, Wendy opened her eyes, and said gently, "Lie back."

I did, and James stepped aside, I assume, because he was now no longer behind me, and stood watching me get onto my back. Wendy climbed onto my face, and I realized the peach panties were crotchless, and she planted her moist pussy squarely on my mouth, lip to lip, and started to hump my face, in a very different way from what I'd experienced just moments earlier.

She was grinning, a broad, happy beaming smile, and my heart caught in my chest as I knew she was enjoying all of it. "You did good, so good, sweetie! Oh, god, you let him cum in your mouth! I want that wonderful tongue inside me. I don't care if you're tired, it's my birthday!" No other woman could have made that last word sound as lusty and demanding as my Wendy, and I was eager to bring her all the way to orgasm, no matter how tired she thought I was.

Her juices tasted almost like honey, sweet and thick. Wendy leaned forward, bracing herself with her palms on the carpet, and rolled her hips back and forth on my waiting mouth. I reached around beneath her, hands coming over and holding her hips, and brought her down further as I started to lick her.

The nearly pinkish hair at her crotch was almost red in the late afternoon light pouring into the room from the kitchen. Had we really been talking and drinking that long? Her clit was swollen, tender, and I loved it with my mouth, kissing and tonguing it, savoring the moistness and the flavor of her. Probing her cunt with my tongue, I pushed it inside the opening, and it was her turn to moan when my middle finger, still reaching over and past her hip, gently flicked her clit in time to the tongue thrusts I was giving her.

She pressed her pussy fiercely into my face, and I stiffened my tongue, alternately darting it in and out of the moistness there, and swirling it around her clit. The lacy opening in the center of the panties caressed my tongue with every motion, sensuously scraping it with every movement of her hips.

Wendy moaned, a low, husky sound that brought my cock stirring back to wakefulness. I felt her lean to take more weight onto one arm, and then she reached for her pussy with the other hand, sliding them under the waistband of the peach fabric which covered almost nothing. Her fingers covered her bush, leaving barely enough room for my tongue and lips, then she spread her lips, tightening the sensitive flesh, pulling back any cover her clit had.

Concentrating now on her naked clit, I tongued and sucked at the fragile nub, bathing the smooth, tight skin with my saliva and her juices. "Oh, God, honey! You're so good!" She gasped as I redoubled my efforts, and heard her moan again, something incoherent, but quite clear nonetheless. Her hips worked to and fro, desperately humping my mouth in time to my frenzied cunt-lapping. Her back arched while she held back a scream, and I knew Wendy just came.

"Suck it, baby. Yes, suck it! Just do it, you know you want it. Suck it 'til I come!" Wendy didn't slow at all, but straightened herself up, riding my face now like a saddle. She humped faster, almost forcing my face into the carpet, when I realized she wasn't talking to me. Glancing up between her naked thighs and past the lace border, I saw she was looking over her shoulder.

Two lips suddenly gripped my shaft, gobbling my cock while I ate Wendy's beautiful pussy. Her laugh was triumphant, and she held her gaze as best she could, to watch my cock being sucked. "Oh, James, take it all into your mouth, and lick every inch of him. Suck him...oh!...off! Let him shoot his wad in your mouth, James. I want his cum on your face, and we'll lick it off. We'll both lick it off, won't we honey?" My moan was answer enough for her, and the nod of my head gave her another spasm of pleasure, which I knew was another orgasm.

It seemed like hours I'd been eating my lovely Wendy's pussy, but it couldn't have been that long. I didn't want it to end—God, but I didn't!—but I felt my second orgasm build, and I knew I couldn't hold back for much longer. My face and Wendy's thighs were wet with her juices, and she kept humping my face, even as she sat up to peer at our guest and his contribution to our fucking.

My toes began to tingle with the onset of my orgasm, and, impossibly, I started to lick her even faster, and she groaned with a lust and vigor that were no longer contained by anything at all. Her quick pants turned into deep, throaty growls, gradually rising in pitch and volume. "Oh God! Ah, ah, ah, ah! Oh fuck me fuck me lick me I want your tongue to fuck my pussy more oh god oh god! Fuck my cunt with your mouth, darling. Fuck me with your mouth while he sucks your...Oh God!"

Wendy shook as an earthquake tore through her body. She screamed in release, chest heaving and shaking with the force of it. Her smooth, pale belly quivered in reaction to my frantic licking. She took one of her breasts, ran her tongue over the aureole, then flicked the curdled, erect flesh of her nipple. She moaned again, as a few tears of joy ran down her cheeks, a reaction she'd had only a couple of times before.

Still James worked my cock with his talented lips and tongue, running the latter along the length of my rod, stopping at the junction between the shaft and the head before plunging down, swallowing me whole.

"Cum, honey." Wendy stroked my face, beaming, her eyes still wet. "I want to share it with you...and him. Cum." It took no more than that to send me over the edge, and hot semen boiled into James' mouth, as it still bobbed along my shaft, drawing every last drop out of me. My loins pulsed, almost convulsing with the effort, subsiding after some time I didn't care to measure, only experience.

Wendy was off of me now, and I peered down my naked torso, too worn out to lift my head more than an inch off the carpet, and watched Wendy and James open their mouths to share my load. Their tongues swam in the creamy fluid, their tongues moving in and out of each others' mouths, bathed in my thick wad.

A moment later, her mouth still partly full of cum, Wendy helped me sit up, and the three of us shared the gift I'd given both of them, savoring and licking and swallowing. Each of us gathered little bits of it from both our playmates' lips and cheeks, cleaning each other up. Before long, we collapsed into a group hug of sorts, lazily making out in the afterglow.

Once we had recovered, I noticed the day had faded to ruddy sunset, bathing the room and our three bodies, two naked, the third all but, with its reddish light. I hazarded a glance at the clock on the wall. It was just after eight o'clock, scarcely an hour before the birthday dinner I'd planned. "Sweetheart", I started, then started again because my voice was also terribly weak from our loveplay. "Sweetheart, we're supposed to be at dinner in an hour, at Manfredi's. I made reservations."