Tracy Stockton

I was disoriented.

My eyes came open; I felt rested. When I was a kid, I regularly needed ten to twelve hours of sleep. By the time I was a teenager, it had dropped to about 8, and by the time I graduated from college, seldom did I need more than about 6 hours per night.

But now, when I opened my eyes, it was pitch black. Normally the sun is awake before me, so I was disoriented.

I know I'm a night owl, usually up until at least 2 am, seldom rising before 8 am, but now I knew it had to be about 4 am. Even as my other senses kicked in, I realized I'd probably gone to sleep a couple of hours earlier than normal. My disorientation began to right itself as I realized I was in my own bed, and that the warm side to my left was a nubile body molded to mine. Her head was resting on my arm, her cute little breasts were split, one nestled to the side of my chest, the other pressed into my lower side. A lithe leg was draped over mine, as I gradually recognized that the sexy body against my side wasn't my wife, but was Tracy, even though it was my own bed. While Ellen and I slept in the same bed when we were together, after our lovemaking, we soon separated. Not by much, we often cuddled to start, but moved apart to actually sleep as Ellen rapidly got too hot when we were cuddled together

When I stretched out my hand, just slightly so as not to disturb Tracy, it encountered my sleeping wife. Neither lady stirred as I slowly withdrew my arm from beneath Tracy, her head lowering to the pillow, her leg pulling off me as she rolled aside. I slowly moved to the side of the bed and stood.

Once awake, I remembered our evening together. Everything had started earlier than expected, with our flight being three hours earlier. A night of hot sex all around had gradually eased as we all became sated, and I realized I must have fallen asleep about 10. Much earlier than my normal 2 am, so now, at 4 am, I'd gotten my normal 6 hours of sleep and needed to drain my bladder. Rather than moving to the en suite toilet and taking a chance of disturbing my bedmates, I padded naked through the house to the front bathroom so as not to awaken my sleeping beauties.

Not having been home in a week, I went into the office and opened snail mail, double checked personal emails, paid all the current bills that weren't on auto-pay, checked the internet to see what idiot in which country was trying to incite a war, and got caught up on my home life.

It was about 9 when I suddenly realized I could hear water running. Stepping quietly back through the house, I found our bed empty and the door to the bathroom closed. Stepping over to the door, I listened and could hear the shower running, and since they had closed that door, it meant they desired privacy. Eavesdropping, I heard a soft voice followed by a giggle, and I moved away.

Reaching down, I squeezed my swelling cock, wondering which of my lovers was going to satisfy me first. The sex the night before had been hot, unencumbered, and virtually continuous. Ellen and me, Tracy and me, Ellen and Tracy, and all three of us. I realized as I thought back on it, we had all been trying to please each other, and had succeeded admirably.

Ellen and I had been exclusive, when together, virtually since we met. Sure, she had her girlfriends that preceded me, and I had never tried to dissuade her from her trysts with them. Sure, I'd had a couple of "girlfriends" while traveling, of which I'd never tried to hide them, and truly hadn't tried to bed them until Ellen told me to make them happy. But never had I seen Ellen with a woman, nor had she ever seen me with a woman. The image that came to the forefront of my thoughts was Tracy riding me with Ellen's tongue tantalizing us both at the same time. I walked away from the bath door, and by the time I got back to the office, I was sporting a full erection again -- thinking of the day to come with my two beauties. I gripped and squeezed my cock and then let it be, not wishing to take any edge away from the sex I knew we were going to be having today.

It was easily 45 minutes later before I detected the slight change in air pressure in the house from an opening door, having heard the water shut off quite some time before. Knowing they had to be on their way out, and probably as hungry after a night of loving as I was, I headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

I had all the fixings cut up, and the eggs cracked open and ready to make omelets when Ellen's voice said, "Well? What do you think? Do you like your presents?"

Turning toward the doorway, Tracy was standing a bit further away, slightly behind Ellen, but both were essentially nude. Tracy was totally naked; Ellen was almost nude, now wearing the body decorations that had been presented to me on Tracy the night before.

Ellen's nipples were firmly erect as they get when she's aroused. I knew the nooses around them, supporting the chains and the dangling baubles, were assisting in keeping them erect, but the "Oh my goodness!" I spouted a moment later, was from the pussy decorations I saw as my eyes swept down to the now totally bald pussy of my wife. She normally kept her labia shaved clean, as it had been during our lovemaking the night before, but now she was totally bald, not even so much as a landing strip.

Tracy outright laughed, apparently watching my eyes as they'd drifted down my wife's body. "Do you like?" she asked, stepping up behind and wrapping her arm around Ellen, her hand going down to fondle her mound and the dangling bauble, which I could see directly rested against her clit.

"Oh My God! Wow!" I said, stepping forward toward the two of them. "You've never shaved for me." I reached for Ellen, Tracy letting me pull my wife into my arms. My hand immediately went to her pussy, finding her pussy completely smooth and stubble-free, reinforcing that she had just shaved.

"Well, not completely," Ellen giggled, "But I'd have let you shave me if you wanted."

I knew she'd had, at various times, different pubic grooming over the years, but had never gone completely bald that I knew of. When we got her Wicked Weasel bikini, the bottom was so small she had to shave almost everything, leaving just a short triangular patch above her clit. One year, when she and her girlfriends had gotten together somewhere just before Christmas, she'd come back with her pubes in the shape of a Christmas Tree. She admitted they'd all helped each other create decorations for their significant others. And although she'd never just completely shaved everything, when she did shave, she most often shaped up a landing strip above her pussy.

"Oral is always nicer when you're not fighting hair," Tracy said. "I used to get waxed every few weeks; my girlfriend and I started shaving each other years ago when her cousin was with us." I remembered her telling me about how her friend Kathy and her friend's cousin Randy had all played together, Tracy and Kathy having their first sexual experiences with him. "You're going to like it," she giggled, "she's really smooth right now."

"Every few weeks? Used to?" I questioned, wondering why she said that was in the past tense.

"I got a personal laser hair removal tool. It's expensive, but a lot cheaper after a while."

"And I'm going to like this?" I asked, pulling Ellen into my arms, letting my hand slip onto her mound. She shivered when my hand found the dangling clit bauble -- that it had been adjusted to properly ride against her clit was obvious. "I was about to make us omelets, but I think perhaps my wife wants me to have something else for breakfast." I'd rubbed my hand down over her mound, my finger caressing against her labia, and finding her already wet. "Did you do this, or did Tracy do this?"

"I did," Tracy giggled, "and I gave her a tongue test after we shaved her."

I took Ellen's hand and pulled us together as I asked, "Did she pass?"

My cock had eased from the early morning erection I had earlier, but I felt it almost instantly swelling to the sexy sights of my wife and our mutual lover. Pulling her body tightly to me, I gripped her around the waist and lifted, my cock pressing against her pussy, as my lips found hers. "Ithought she did," Tracy giggled, "but she really needs you to confirm it."

I could feel the wetness of my wife's pussy against my cock. I suspected I could have raised her just a bit, and with the angle of my once again totally hard erection, slipped her right onto me and fucked her standing. "Is that so?" I asked, her legs wrapping around me, and I eased my grip on her upper body. "Does my sexy wife need me to give her pussy a tongue test?"

"Oh my God, baby," she giggled. "Bringing Tracy home for the weekend is the hottest thing we've ever done." It really wasn't an answer to my question.

"Oh? Is that so?" I turned, just slightly, and stepped forward until Ellen's bottom came to rest on the kitchen table. Gradually laying her back, I lowered my face to her breasts, my teeth finding and nibbling on her already erect nipples. I played with the dangling baubles and her nipples with my mouth; my hand, not free from supporting her, moved around to finger her pussy. "Oh, my goodness, baby, you're so wet!" I said as my finger easily slipped between her lips and into her vagina. "Is that because of the decorations, or the shaving, or our playmates' tongue?"

"Yes."

"Everything, huh?" I laughed. I pulled my finger from her pussy, running it between her lips until I found the clit decoration. On her back, it fell slightly to the side, so my finger found her clit completely unobstructed. Just as her pussy was wet with her arousal, I wasn't surprised to find her clit swollen and desirous of attention. "What do you think, my love?" I asked as my mouth left her breasts, moving down her body. "Is Tracy a good dancer? As good as your girlfriends?"

I'd kissed just above her belly button, and then just below it as I was moving downward, when her hands gripped my head and answered, "Eat me!"

With her on the table, I didn't have to drop to my knees, but did exactly as she asked. My tongue found her labia, finding not even a hint of hair stubble. I slipped between them, tasting her secretions before slithering upward to her clit. With her clit already swollen and protruding more than normal, her vagina virtually dripping with her juices, I recognized her immense arousal and wasted no time. My wife was more than ready for a tongue-lashing, and I obliged.

Tracy had stepped up behind me, her hand at first stroking my back and butt. Standing beside me, her other hand reached under and gripped my cock, squeezing and slowly stroking. "You're nice and hard," she whispered. I didn't answer, now actively trying to drive my wife to orgasm with my tongue. It didn't take long, and Ellen's body exploded in orgasm. "Oh yeah!" Tracy said as I lifted my face from Ellen's pussy and straightened up. "Now fuck her!" she said, not having relinquished my cock and urging me and my cock forward. Ellen's legs, draped over the edge of the table, spread wider and wrapped around me as Tracy's hand guided my erection to my wife's pussy.

I eased myself into her, her vagina so wet and my cock having gotten slightly wet from slipping between her labia moments before, that there was virtually no resistance. "Oh my God, that's so hot."

"Hmm," I hummed. "Did you dance on my wife's clit earlier?"

"Yes."

"And she danced on yours?"

"Yes."

"Was she as good as me, or better?"

"Different."

With Ellen lying back and me upright, Ellen's clit was exposed between us. Reaching down, I opened my hand and laid my thumb against it, pushing the dangling bauble back and forth. "Right here," I said to Tracy, "she needs your tongue again."

Without any further urging, Tracy leaned in from the side, her head blocking my view, but I could feel Ellen's hips rising to Tracy's tongue caress. The angle for fucking was virtually perfect for me, and no sooner had Ellen begun to quiver in orgasm than I gripped her hips, holding her to the edge of the table and holding myself inside her as I spewed my spunk into my wife's depths. I tried to pull back, involuntarily moving back inside her again, and then pulled back again after my cock stopped throbbing. When my cock head pulled out, Tracy unexpectedly turned her face and took me into her mouth.

"Oh Fuck!" I grunted, shivering at the intensity of her lips and tongue on my cock. "Enough! I panted, reaching down to press against Tracy's forehead. "Too much!"

"Maybe for you," she giggled, pursing her lips and kissing the tip of my cock, "but I'm ready for more."

"Are you always this insatiable?" I asked with a continued pant.

"I used to be. I guess I'd forgotten how much fun it is to have good lovers." She rose beside me, her face rising to mine, and she kissed me.

"You taste like Ellen," I whispered to her a moment later when we separated.

"You do too," she responded, and I realized I had also had my tongue and lips tantalizing my supine wife, who was still lying before us.

"If I kiss my wife, am I going to detect that she tastes like you?"

"She might," Tracy giggled, turning to Ellen, and holding her hand out. I reached out to her other hand, and Ellen grabbed them both as we pulled her upright.

Ellen's eyes said thank you as I pulled her into a hug and offered her a kiss. If she had Tracy on her lips, I didn't detect it. "Is that how you were coming out for breakfast? Or were you two just working up an appetite?"

~~~

"Wow!" I said, several hours later. We had, by mutual agreement, allowed me to finish making omelets. I'd fed my girls, and we'd adjourned to the bedroom where Ellen and I had returned the mutual loving to Tracy. Although Tracy's pussy was as wet as Ellen's, her odor and taste weren't nearly as strong. When I again kissed Ellen after she'd tongued our lover, I understood why I hadn't detected her flavor before breakfast.

Our threesome tryst after breakfast sated us all for the moment, and at Ellen's suggestion, we all moved outdoors to the pool. Neither of us is what would be called a "sun worshiper", in that we didn't normally just lie out in the sun for all-over tans, but we never wore anything into the pool unless we had visitors. But even as lightly tanned as we were, Tracy admitted she was always very careful about being in the sun too much. "Being dark-skinned when you're Asian is... a sign of being poor. People who have to work in the fields, people who are in the sun all the time," she said. "My husband liked to take us to nude beaches. I would go, because he liked to show me off, but I would never stay too long."

"You did a lot of things just because he liked it," Ellen said, speaking the same thought that had popped into my head.

"Yeah." It was an answer that ended as she was thinking, and a moment later, she added. "No more. I've put my desires on hold, but no more. I'm with you guys because I wanted to be..." she looked back and forth between us and broke into a grin, "And because you both needed to be cured of Yellow Fever."

"I've been thinking about that," I laughed in response, moving closer in the pool, and putting my arm around her shoulder, "and I don't think I agree."

"Oh?" She giggled, "Why's that?" Her arm came around me as I wrapped her up. I moved her backward through the water toward the edge of the pool and lifted her to sit on the side.

"I don't think I've got a desire to get into justanypretty Asian girls panties... But I've definitely acquired a taste forthispretty Asian girl's pussy." With that, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned in to tongue her pussy.

"I think that goes for me too," Ellen said as she drifted up beside me, her hand touching my shoulder before I felt it rise to stroke her leg where it was draped over my shoulder.

Tracy leaned back onto her elbows and didn't say anything, just watching as I caressed her pussy with my tongue and lips. With her leaning back as she was and my standing in the pool, it was easy to penetrate her vagina; the external dampness of the pool water rapidly changed flavor to that of Tracy as I tongue fucked her. We may have been mutually sated when we moved out to the pool, but with my tongue in her pussy my cock was also rising again. Looking up between her legs, I watched as Tracy moved her arms, rocking up more onto her elbows, her hands coming over to twiddle her nipples. "This is hard on elbows," she said, relinquishing her nipples and dropping her arms back down to support herself with her forearms.

"Just lie back and let us please you," Ellen said from my shoulder.

Tracy immediately did as Ellen suggested, lying back, her hands returning to her breasts and nipples.

I've never been able to discern just how much pleasure there is for a woman to have a tongue in her vagina, as I doubt if it's possible to physically put more than an inch of tongue in her at all, but for me, it's more about tasting her secretions, knowing that she's arousedfor me. I moved my hand up, more easily penetrating her with a finger to join my tongue, and then two fingers as I moved my mouth and tongue up to her labia.

Her lips, totally devoid of any hair, were small and tight, not easy to suckle, but pressing my tongue between them was easy. Whether it was her fingers on her nipples or my tongue against her pussy, she shuddered and said, "Oh, that's nice!" just as my tongue found and caressed around her clit. "Oh my God, I love that!" I closed my lips around her clit, sucking and running my tongue back and forth at the same time, eliciting a groan of pleasure from her.

"Can I have some of that?" Ellen whispered beside me, her hand pushing sideways against my shoulder. "I need some of that pretty Asian pussy too."

Reluctantly, I pulled back with Ellen lifting Tracy's leg from my shoulder and sliding into my place. I ducked under her other leg, moving it to Ellen's shoulder, where she immediately resumed pleasuring our playmate. Tracy's "Oh!" of protest as I pulled away once again became an "uhm" of pleasure as Ellen's tongue replaced mine.

"I can't believe we've never had a threesome before," I said quietly into Ellen's ear as I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her and filling my hands with her breasts. Holding myself tightly to her, I moved a bit to arrange my erection into her ass crack, sliding up and down a bit as my fingers pinched her nipples, feeling her body shiver to my touch. I ran one hand down her belly, not finding any pubic hair to indicate I was almost there, until my finger found the nub of her clitoris. "Oh my God," I whispered, "I love it bald! So nice. I can't wait to eat you, too." I lowered my body, allowing my cock to trace her ass crack until I was almost between her legs. Releasing a breast for the moment, I reached between us to guide my cock to her pussy. I easily slipped my erection between her legs, but when my cock head found her pussy, she twisted just a bit, and I missed my mark. I moved again, rutting, but Ellen's hand came down from where she was gripping Tracy's leg and blocked me.

"Babe, you know it never works well in the water," she said, pulling her mouth from Tracy's pussy momentarily.

I grunted my acknowledgement, knowing she was correct. Although our lovemaking often started in the pool, gradually over time, we'd acknowledged that good fucking didn't happen in the water. The few times I'd ever actually been in her pussy while in the water, we'd had to move out, as the water isn't really a good lubricant, actually diluting nature's lubricant; our skin grabbed and pulled on each other. Our pool sex always ended with me on the side as she sucked my cock; her on the side in virtually the same spot as we were in right now, so that I could tongue her, or into the shallows where she would lie back on the side and I could fuck her while standing in the pool.