A happy marriage

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As I lay on my back, a new feeling grows in my stomach. It has little to do with the tongue that's running luxuriously up and down the underside of my erect cock. This butterfly flutter of excitement and nervousness is not a result of the other tongue, currently circling my nipple, and which in moments will be joining my own in our first warm embrace. No, all of that is responsible only in the tiniest part for the mixture of tender and wrenching emotions I find myself assaulted by. My head is turned. Not towards my cock and it's current occupant, nor to my other female partner, but to the woman on my right. Louise. My wife. Of 48 hours.

I say at my side, I should explain. In classic matrimonial style, she's parallel to me, about 4 foot to my right, also flat on her back. Less typically for a bride, however, she is running the fingers of her right hand up and down the penis shaft of a handsome 25 year old. Her eyes hold mine, beaming, her entire face smiling a smile that could move more men than Joan of arc. Her eyes leave my gaze momentarily, and the new expression that takes over her face tells me everything. Another man has parted her thighs, and has finally brought his slow territorial advancements from her feet, up to her center. I see her eyes flutter and roll upwards in that familiar way, and know that he’s pleasuring her well.

This is our wedding gift to each other. What can I say? We've always liked to do things differently. And for our second wedding night, we had really excelled ourselves.

We'd thought deeply and worked hard to arrange this evening. My mind begins to wander back to the first time we talked about this. Louise’s seemingly innocent question 'does it ever bother you, the thought of only sleeping with me for the rest of your life?' had led to a whole chat that I really hadn't expected. Louise’s frankness was one of her most endearing qualities. But, before my thoughts were able to wander much further, they are snapped back by my new wife's moan, as the beginnings of her orgasm set root. I now realise what a great idea Louise had, bringing the second double bed through from the spare room, creating the literally enormous bed that the six of us are now spread over. An odd thing to be thinking right now I know, but it’s always nice to have space. My two girls aren't allowing me any distraction either. As one is working my cock to a quivering potent stature, the other I see is on an upward approach.

Grabbing my face, turning it away from my wife, she locks her eyes in to mine. Inching up my body length, stalking like a wild cat, she kisses me, a cheeky little giggle relaxes the atmosphere and then she glance at my wife. 'She's gonna love this'. Then she continues on her upward path. Crawling further, hanging her breasts above my mouth, and I respond. I suck the first presented nipple gently into my mouth, my tongue plotting a course around it’s hard budded centre. Only now, at this late stage do I finally allow my hands the freedom they so long for; the freedom to roam. I can’t put my finger on why I’ve been holding back all this time. The girl above me, whose left nipple was currently situated between my teeth had luxuriously soft skin is Rachel. She’d obviously prepared well for tonight. Smooth and firm, her skin feels like warm silk. I start by placing both palms on her calves, which are either side of my stomach. I run my hands up gently over her buttocks, then trail my fingers up her slender sides. Feeling her welcome my touch, I curve 5 fingers gently around the orb of the same breast that my mouth is getting acquainted with. This is my first ever sexual encounter with Rachel, although I’ve known her some considerable time, her tenderness and silky feel are almost familiar against my skin.

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