Chapter 8: Supreme

When he climbed onto Lara, Davis seemed to just glide in; she was so excited and wet. As instructed, he began to vigorously thrust. She crooked her legs behind his butt and urged him on, “Ah, ah, ah! Harder!”

It had been more months than Lara wanted to admit, since her last round of sex, so Lara came quickly. Having an incredibly pleasurable fuck, Davis was nonetheless not close to coming yet, so he simply held and cuddled her through her first climax.

“I need to ask, Lara, are you on birth control?”

“No, but my period starts in two or three days, we’re safe.”

“In that case—” he started plowing her once again.

Beside them, Celia was jilling off urgently. Watching her husband aggressively fucking like this was incredible, a new thrill. She had one hand buried between her legs, the other pulling roughly at her nipples.

And then, Lara was coming again, crying out in her intense pleasure. She hung onto Davis from below, squeezing on him with her arms and legs, until her muscles finally relaxed. Lara fell back on the mattress with her arms and legs splayed out, breathing heavily.

But Davis had managed to keep some control, holding back his come, because:

“Celie, I want you.”

He scrambled over to her for the final part. With Celia, he wasn’t so forceful. Instead, he made long, slow strokes, turning his hips to make more of a “screwing” motion. And, when he felt that she was getting close, he sped up faster and faster until he was over the top!

As usual, Celia enjoyed the pulsing feeling as he filled her with slippery semen.

Whew!

“So, Lara, did my husband meet your expectations?”

“No,” breathed Lara.

“No? What do you MEAN, ‘no’?”

“He blew past all my expectations in the first minute. I can’t remember ever coming so hard, and then again. And, after me, he jumped over on you and finally came in YOUR arms. He’s incredible! Exceptional! Extraordinary!

“I don’t have enough words. I will never forget this day. For sharing him this one time, how can I possibly thank you?”

“It’s not one time, Lara, right, honey?”

Davis nodded, smiling.

“You can’t possibly believe, after that last fantastic half-hour we’ve just spent together, that today was going to be the end. So long as you’re willing, we are NOT going to let you go.

“At the very least, you have a standing invitation: every Friday night, from now on. You stay for dinner, for breakfast on Saturday mornings, and all the fun activities we can come up with together.

“I’ll just reiterate, though, no fooling around between you and Davis except when you’re in my direct eyesight. I don’t want to be feeling jealous or insecure, being open is how I can stay content.

“Lara, will you commit yourself to us, to this once-a-week arrangement, at least until one or any of us wants to stop?”

“How is this possible? I don’t know what to say. Davis?”

“Say yes, Lara,” he whispered.

“Say yes, Lara,” Celia entreated.

“OK, yes. I accept, and thank you. I guess we’re a trio, now. Like the Three Musketeers.”

Davis grinned, “All for come, and come for all!”

Celia and Lara threw pillows at his head, laughing.