Erotic Stories / Incest/Taboo / Loving Wives · November 17, 2021

One night threesome

One night threesome

This story is number one in the One Night universe. Unlike many of my other stories, there is no clear plot that follows through other than the criteria listed next.

 

There often will be same-gender sex as well as incest. Many of the stories encompass multiple subjects listed in Literotica. I will try to select the category that best fits the story, citing other things in a preface.

I sit at a local lounge, eyeing the bartender who hums and sings off-key as he cleans. Closing time is near, but he seems in no hurry to end his night.

His eyes boggle. I turn to watch the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen strut through the door. Blonde hair drapes down her front, perfectly framing a rack that makes my mouth water. Hips are full and lush in a way that makes my entire body crave her.

She sits down several stools from me, covertly eying me as the bartender serves her a drink.

She must be a regular here. He knows her drink. I wonder if he’s fucked her. I certainly want to. My wife gave me a free pass tonight.

Carol, my wife, and I have been married for fifteen plus years. Three kids, ages eleven to fifteen. Yes, the oldest was conceived before we were married. On purpose. We couldn’t keep our bodies apart.

She raises the glass to her mouth, her long tongue licking slowly around the rim. I believe it is tequila because there’s salt on the rim. Sometimes, she draws back, sighing as she curls her tongue back into her full, kissable lips and licks them like she’s licking my cock. She plays with her hair, drawing it seductively across her mouth, fanning the tresses up over her nose to cover her eyes, then parting it slightly to wink at me.

I look away because as much as I want her, not here, not now, with the bartender standing there watching. I’m already so hard I feel the pre-cum moistening my pants as I momentarily regret going commando.

“You like,” I hear her whisper in a sultry voice. When I turn toward her, I almost cum as she slowly inches the camisole she’s wearing up over her breasts until her nipples are almost visible. She rubs them, one hand on each boob until the nipples grow even longer and harder than before if that was possible. She pulls the top down but not all the way. I see the underside of her tits as they sag slightly.

Now she turns to Albert the bartender, pulls the camisole up to her chin and stands up. He can’t help himself. He reaches over the counter so his hands rest on her breasts as he looks question marks at her. She puts her hands over the top of his and rubs in a circular motion. She groans loudly and whispers, “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

I’m riveted, frozen in my spot by what I see. I tremble in fear and lust. With a glance over her shoulder, she backs up until I am forced to stand. I sense her disappointment as Albert’s hands drop away. She grabs my hand, puts it to her face and licks the back of my hand before she sucks several fingers in her mouth like she’s sucking on my cock.

As I move closer, drawn by the invisible magnetism of this woman, she backs into my erect cock, grinding into it hard as my erection nestles into the loose stretch of her knit skirt. Without even realizing what I’m doing, I begin pulling the dress up, all my previous objections are forgotten. She’s wearing nothing underneath, going commando as I am. She pulls a free hand to her pussy that is a hot, wet swamp that spasms when I touch anywhere near it.

I run a finger from her clit, down through the little valley as far as I can go, inside her wet hole, and continue to the edge of her asshole. She’s groaning and trembling as she slaps one hand over mine and pushes me lower until that finger touches her rosebud which is already lubed.

I realize Al is no longer behind the bar. He is circling, unbuttoning his Levi 501s until his huge cock emerges, already dripping pre-cum. I eye it hungrily, wondering what he would taste like, how his cock feels inside her mouth, inside her pussy or her asshole, maybe inside me. That last thought makes my cock lurch. Only with extreme determination do I not spurt. My face screws up with my effort. Like she has eyes in the back of her head, she turns around and we kiss as our tongues duel like mini-swords. Yes, she had tequila because I can taste it.

Damn, she’s good. She knows just how hard to press and when to back off. I don’t cum, but I’m close and she knows it.

Soon, Al has her skirt up and is eating her pussy with a few swipes of her ass. I can feel the reaction in her body. She can’t moan because I sink my tongue into her mouth again. I swear I feel her tonsils, all the while inching her top up as high as it can go. She backs off slightly to allow me to pull it over her head, then she grabs it and flings it as far as she can. I glance up at the stationary ceiling fan and there it is.

At the same time, he pulls her skirt down until it drops on the floor. I think he is in her pussy, then I realize by the smell of the lube and the motion that he’s working that big cock inside her ass. It’s just like the apple-cinnamon scent by wife favors. I don’t feel jealous, because I know she’ll give me her ass anytime I want. Don’t ask me how. I just know. Tonight, I want to cum in her mouth. I’m sure she can deep-throat me just like my wife does.

We place her across a stool, one that is the perfect height for her to rest her belly on as we spit roast her. I can’t keep my hands on her perfect breasts any longer. She takes over that job. When I guide one of her arms toward her clit, I realize she already rubbing in a circular motion. Doesn’t take long for us to orgasm. Al cums first, filling her perfect ass with his seed. I cum next, flooding her mouth, painting her pearly whites with my pearly seeds. What little runs out she instantly licks off with pleasure in her eyes as she cums until the floor is wet.

We’re exhausted, Al and me. He eyes my cock, before crawling over to where I’m lying and licks my limp noddle carefully. Before I roll him over, I’m tempted to put him in my mouth, but I cannot because of where it’s been. Somehow, I manage to get my hands on his rear and a finger inside his already lubed ass. That instantly perks me up and I grow hard enough to rest my dick against his asshole. I’m not stiff enough to penetrate and I dry cum on his rosebud.

Now we are done. We lie there until the chill of the floor and coolness of the room begin to penetrate our bones. We don’t even bother to dress and clean up, leaving our clothes behind. Al disappears to his room behind the bar. She is tempted to go after him, but I pull her back, crushing her into my arms and sealing her objections with a kiss.

We boldly walk out of the bar into a vacant hallway, up the elevator and into our room, giggling like school children. Once inside, she stops.

“Was it too much, honey?” she says, her face serious.

“Not a bit, although I didn’t expect him to get inside you that way.”

“Do you care?” Now her face is pleading. I kiss her again, and again and again, running my lips over her face, down to that special spot on her neck that she loves so much. I know she’s ready again, but I am not. She knows that too. At forty-five, I can’t get hard as often as I used to, but I’m still pretty good.

She lays a towel on the bed for protection. I crash my face into her pussy as she wraps her long legs around my head. Does not take long until she gushes, flooding my face. I keep licking until she pushes me away.

We go to sleep now, my wife of fifteen years and me. After that length of time with three children, sex in a marriage, indeed the whole marriage can go stale. We decided on role-playing to spice things up, acting out our fantasies.

Other than never saying each other’s names, the entire night is true. My wife is a wonder, a full D cup with little sag at age forty. She can outdo me at sex, as she’s proven many times. We’d never cheat on each other. But our sex drives are so strong we probably would if we didn’t have these times together. We never do one by ourselves, even if we could.

Sometime during the night, she awakes me with her wet mouth on my cock. I instantly know what she wants because we perform anal sex together frequently. She’s a better ass licker than I am, I think, but she doesn’t agree. I hold out as long as I can, but she’s so tight I don’t last long.

What with renting the vacant motel, finding a willing third, and setting the whole night up, I’ve spent nearly a thousand dollars. Would have been far, far more, but Al has been eying my wife for years. He donates his time. He said he’s willing to join us again some night, maybe at our house when he’ll fuck my rear. We’re not against that, just need to wait until the last child leaves home.

Most of the other expenses I’ve bartered with people who owe me favors. As a lawyer in this town with a great deal of influence, many people are in debt to me.

In the morning, we lie in bed until we can’t. The heat went off during the night and it is spring, where days still don’t exceed fifty degrees and the wind can suck a person’s breath away.

She begins tracing a path with her fingers from my cock to my nipples up to my mouth. Circling one nipple then the other, she says, “Wouldn’t you like for me to do this to Janice.”

“Yes, I’d love to see you suck her to orgasm. Maybe you can take some toys when you do.” She’s fully in agreement with me which she signifies with a kiss.

“I’m willing to do that if you’re willing to play with Maurice,” she says.

That makes me pause for a bit. He will be my first man. But I’m ready for a male and she knows I am.

“Do you think he’s willing?” I ask.

“Janice and I discussed it at length the last time we talked. He is aware of our desires. He expressed a desire to experience a man for the first time. You know we never act out a fantasy without everyone agreeing to the script in advance.”

“I know,” I sigh. “It’s just…” I pause again. Janice is my wife’s sister. Her husband is Maurice.

We’ve discussed other scenarios. We have so many we realize that all that limits us is time and money. Our friends are only going to take care of our hyperactive kids so many times before they rebel. And while Carol and I are comfortably well off, we’re not rich.

“Yes,” I finally decide. “Who better than my brother.”