Chapter 17

Soon, she reached under herself with one hand, bracing herself with the other arm, and began circling her clit. After a few seconds, she stiffened, her head coming up, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. She bent her back, pushing her ass against me as hard as she could, and began shuddering all over. “NNNNN – NNNNNN – NNNNN,” she panted, inhaling and exhaling with the contractions of her asshole around my cock.

That’s all it took for me. After so much stimulation, after fucking my wife’s ass for several minutes, that feeling of just being milked by her tight sleeve did the trick. I thrust once, twice, three times and spewed my cum into her bowels. Gasping, I folded myself on top of her, reaching around to grab her swinging tits, milking them, holding her as I emptied my load. For several moments we stayed like that, pulling the last sensations out of one another’s orgasms, before collapsing onto the bed.

A frantic half hour later, we were all cleaned up and piled into a cab the concierge had been so kind to call for us. We had planned on walking the twelve or so blocks to our restaurant, but our little anal adventure meant we had to ride.

Jackie had managed to blow out her hair and was wearing a short sun dress with a summery print and strappy sandals. I was wearing cargo shorts, a collared shirt, and docksiders. Delaney wore the same skirt and blouse she had put on before our escapade along with sandals similar to Jackie’s, but she ditched her still-damp thong and went commando instead.

The knowledge that she was naked under her relatively short skirt kept us all a bit horny and a bit giddy throughout the evening. Our cab driver kept sneaking looks at us through the rear-view mirror as he drove, and we wondered if he was just puzzled over why we were all laughing so much or if he might be able to see more of Delaney that she intended.

When we arrived in front of Vetri Cucina, Jackie and I quickly piled out of the cab in order to see how much skin Delaney flashed as she emerged. Quite a bit, as it turned out, if you were standing at just the right angle.

The same thing happened all throughout what turned out to be one of the best meals any of us had ever had. Jackie sat between us, as per usual, which left Delaney on the end. The tablecloths were long, but they certainly didn’t go all the way to the floor. Every time somebody from across the dining room would look our way, Jackie or I would urgently whisper, “Lady Jane” and try to hold in our laughter as Delaney blushed or tried to adjust her skirt. There were times when we were wiping away tears, and of course this just made the other diners look our way even more.

Then dinner was over and we were out on the street again. The sidewalk wasn’t deserted. Plenty of people were out now that the sun was down and the temperatures were more reasonable, but Delaney suddenly pulled Jackie to her and kissed her. It wasn’t a quick peck on the cheek or the mouth. It was a kiss that meant something, and in a moment my two girls were wrapped in each other’s arms, taking their time, expressing through that kiss feelings that they’d never said out loud.

I stood aside and admired them. Delaney, tall, muscular, and athletic, her reddish hair cropped perfectly around her head. Her smaller breasts and narrower hips would have looked at home in the pages of Vogue or some other fashion magazine. Jackie, shorter, not heavy by any means but with larger breasts and hips and that slight, sexy pooch of her tummy. Her long, dark, wavy hair and olive Italian skin contrasting perfectly with Delaney’s fair Irish complexion and freckles. If I hadn’t realized it before, I knew then that I was the luckiest man on earth.

Some of the people moving past averted their eyes while others openly stared at the PDA. Some glanced at me, clearly wondering what I was doing with the lesbian couple making out so passionately. But when they broke the kiss, Delaney surprised me by immediately stepping over to me and pulling me into a kiss as well.

It was the same kiss, but it was different. It still conveyed the same feeling and the same passion that had led passers-by to avert their eyes or stare openly just as before, but she let me take the lead, opening her mouth to receive my tongue and allowing herself to be cradled in my arms.

This kiss was amazing to me. Since we had begun our affair with Delaney the previous Christmas, I guess I had always assumed that the real relationship was between her and my wife. In the back of my mind I always figured that I was a sideshow, just along for the ride. That kiss, and the way she held my face in her hands when we parted, looking into my eyes, and then gently pressed her forehead to mine, let me know that I was an equal partner in everything. I was just as important to her as Jackie. For a moment, I could hardly breathe.

Then she took each of our hands and we began walking back to the hotel. For a block or two we just enjoyed strolling through Philadelphia in the evening. Spruce Street was lined with classic old townhouses and brownstones, and it was hard for us to believe that some of them dated back almost two hundred years. Many people were out on the streets, rushing here or there, or just out strolling.

With typical aplomb, it was Delaney who broke our reverie by turning to Jackie out of the blue and blurting, “Did you really cum just from being fucked, you know, back there?” Luckily, there was nobody nearby when she asked, though to be fair she did keep her voice down. Still, Jackie choked and nearly stumbled over the sidewalk, and it took me a few moments to get myself under control. For her part, Delaney smiled but just kept dragging us both along.

“Yes!” Jackie gasped after she finally stopped giggling.

“How?” Delaney pressed. “How is that even possible?” While she was smiling, it was clear she was serious.

“Well,” Jackie explained, lowering her voice whenever anybody passed us on the street, “any part of the body can feel good if it’s stimulated, right?” Delaney nodded, and Jackie went on. “The more nerve endings a particular spot on your body has, the more you enjoy having it stimulated. That’s why we usually enjoy having our necks or ears kissed or licked more than, say, our elbows.”