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Sleeping with My Wife and Her Young Girlfriend Part 3

The awards ceremony drew Laura and Sherianna closer to me

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“We need to hurry.” I winced while trying to button the top button of my dress shirt, stepping back into the bedroom. Just lose five more pounds. Sigh. Ten pounds.

“We’re fine.” Laura reached behind her back and fastened her bra. She wiggled into her long, silky evening dress with a teasing slit up one side when her phone on the dresser vibrated with a text message. She glanced at the screen and messed with her hair.

I never got tired of watching my wife get dressed. I fastened my collar. Victory. Now for the tie.

Laura’s phone vibrated again. She glanced at the screen, ignored it, and turned sideways to see her profile in the bedroom mirror. Soaking in the curves of her breasts and ass was almost too much for me to handle.

“Who is it?” I was curious.

“Marge. She’s wanting to get together.” Laura sounded bored.

High heels click-clacked through the house and Sherianna appeared. “How do I look?” She smiled and gave a nervous shrug.

Her one-shoulder dress sparkled with sequins and reached nicely mid-thigh. A contrast to Laura’s more formal wear.

Laura brightened. “Lovely.” She kissed Sherianna on the cheek and ignored the phone when it vibrated with another text message.

I realized that I’d probably be the only man walking into the Biz Mic awards with two incredibly sexy women.

My mind wandered in the traffic. Laura sat in the back, snuggling with Sherianna and my cock responded. Laura’s dress was hiking up over her knee and thigh and Sherianna turned, giving Laura a darling of a kiss.

Ah, the rearview mirror.

“Stoplight, Warren!” Laura’s eye was also on the road.

I hit the brakes. “Sorry.” My speech for first place rattled in my mind. The light turned green, and we were on our way while Laura returned to running her hands over Sherianna’s breasts and legs.

My cock stiffened.

I was a shoo-in for first place in the crisis communications category based on work I did for a telecom during a brutal wind and rainstorm.

The award would only enhance my standing with new potential clients. Cha-ching.

Small talk was always on tap when we mingled at the Biz Mic chapter for both our monthly gathering and our annual awards.

“How are you?”

“Fine. And you?”

“Fine. How’s business?”

“Fine. And business for you?”

“Fine.”

No one would ever talk about their teen’s near-death from social media pressure or having a torrid affair with a client’s personal assistant, so we were all, “Fine.”

Except for Robert Q. Crumm who wore a bowtie with his horn-rim glasses, a professor of journalism at the university. “Is that — ?” He elbowed me and glanced at Sherianna standing next to Laura.

I glanced but didn’t respond.

“Warren,” said the professor.

“Yes, Robert?”

“Is that your wife?”

“Uh, yes. Laura.”

Professor Crumm focused his vision. “That girl was in my classes last semester.”

“Oh, you mean that young woman?”

“Yes. Do you know her?”

“My wife does. Quite well, actually.” Embarrassment burned my face when I thought about them in the hot tub the night before. “She wants to pursue PR as a career.” I glanced and wondered if I saw Laura holding Sherianna’s hand.

Professor Crumm had a way of making me feel quite uncomfortable. He huffed and moved on.

Just in time. Sherianna hurried over to introduce Callan, a friend of hers who was also nominated in the Crisis Communication category in the collegiate level. He had marvelous eyes and a winning smile.

I didn’t pay attention to what he had done because I was eyeing Laura, as though giving her a visual warning to not get too close to Sherianna.

Keep it professional, I wanted to tell her. Sherianna slipped a hand onto Laura’s ass, even as she giggled with Callan.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. I wanted to accept first place, drive Sherianna to her dorm room, and let loose in bed with Laura to celebrate yet another award.

That sucked. I undid my shoe and dropped it on the floor.

Laura laughed. “So big deal. They awarded a college senior with first place. Callan is kind of cute.” She stood with her back to me and I unzipped her dress. “And you get second.”

“It’s not fair.”

Her phone vibrated with a text message. From Marge, I guessed, and she ignored it. “Oh, forget about it. It’s like when you enter those 10K races. No one cares but you.”

She was right. Laura slipped her dress low, revealing her shoulders, and her ample bra-covered breasts in the mirror. Oh, to squeeze her butt and let go of my frustrations.

But my ego was bruised for a reason.

“Knock, knock.” Sherianna was at the door, still dressed.

She was the reason my ego was bruised. Sherianna had looked up to me as an expert and wanted me to give her career guidance.

“Oh, sorry.” Sherianna glanced from Laura to me and didn’t want to invade our privacy.

Laura smiled and replied in a low, sugary voice. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Come on in.” She let her dress drop to the floor and looked absolutely stunning in her silky bikini bottoms.

“I wasn’t sure if you were taking me home now or in the morning.”

Laura reached behind her back. “Stay the night, please.” I watched in the mirror as her bra came off and revealed her tits, those breasts I had nibbled and sucked for so many years of marriage.

Sherianna smiled. “I’d love to.”

Laura held out her arms, embraced her, kissed Sherianna on the cheek and turned to me and smiled. “I hope you’re not embarrassed now.”

Sweat beaded on my forehead while Laura ran a hand up Sherianna’s back and beneath her dress. “Want to shower?”

“I’d love to.” Sherianna pressed her body against Laura’s naked breasts and they moved as one into the bathroom.

I tried waiting until they finished, but how could I pass up seeing Laura and Sheri in the shower? Water cascaded over them, soaking Sheri’s many strands while Laura kissed along her young friend’s tits, down her tummy, and kneeling in the tight confines of the tiled walls to slowly lick and use her tongue to stimulate Sheri to greater depths of arousal.

My cock was throbbing. I’d never considered how powerful sex could be on emotions when fully unleashed. The water kept flowing as they tumbled out to dry off and Laura, in a lust-filled stupor, invited me to step in. “The water’s lovely,” she told me while wrapping a fuzzy towel around Sherianna’s nakedness.

Stepping into the bedroom after my shower was like walking onto the set of a porn video. Laura lay naked, running hands over Sherianna’s lingerie, undoing it, and kissing her young girlfriend from her lips, up her face, and to her ear where she blew softly.

I walked in, climbed onto the queen-sized bed in my silk shorts, and Sherianna tumbled next to me with the straps coming off her shoulders and wiggling out of the fabric. Her hand grazed against my cock while she lay on her back and Laura kissed from Sheri’s neck, down her chest, and to her breasts.

My breathing was heavy. This was an unplanned threesome and my cock stood erect, slipped out from beneath my silk boxers, and Sheri turned instinctively, opening her mouth.

But Laura did something that floored me. She smiled, slid a finger up Sheri’s face, and said in a gentle, seductive voice, “I’m not quite ready to share my husband’s cock.”

The sound of her voice and the heat of the moment sparked me so intensely that I wanted to orgasm immediately. Fuck.

“Oh, that’s so fine, Laura.”

“Mmm. His cock is hot, isn’t it?” Laura teased.

“Very much so,” said Sheri, kissing Laura.

Both ladies drove me insane.

Laura kissed Sherianna further along her tummy, buried her face between Sheri’s legs, and looked up while opening her mouth, and running her tongue ever so slowly over Sheri’s cute and sweet pussy. Laura slipped hands beneath Sheri’s ass, lifting it and pursing her lips on Sheri’s clit.

“Oh, Laura,” Sheri breathed deeply. The night before, Sheri was taking charge and now tonight Laura was commanding the scene.

After the sensual gyrations and in-depth pussy licking, Laura shifted, squeezing with her back to me and her ass against my cock, while continuing to kiss and fondle Sheri.

Laura lifted a leg and I slid my cock into her pussy while Laura lay on her side. She moved her leg in such a way that Sheri was able to wrap her leg around Laura’s thigh.

Sheri began huffing and puffing, kissing Laura, and sliding her pussy up and down my wife’s leg. Laura reached for Sheri’s pussy while my cock was stiff inside Laura. I gritted my teeth and began thrusting my hips against my wife’s fucking ass. Grit. Slap. Fuck. Moan. Grit. Slap. Fuck. Moan.

Sheri’s breathing grew rapid and kept rhythm with Laura’s intensity. Both women mingled kisses and hands fondling each other while I fucked Laura, fueled by the incredible sexuality that both of them displayed and while I let out my frustration from … oh, who cared. Second place. So what.

Laura’s arm moved in and out between Sheri’s legs while she humped Laura’s leg. The scene reminded me of someone striking a match on a rock to ignite a flame. A dramatic strike and the flame appearing.

I fucked Laura as hard as I could. Sweat broke out on my forehead while both ladies caressed and tease each other’s clits.

Fuck. Rhythm. Fuck.

My orgasm came with lights flashing in my head and I’m not even sure who came next. It didn’t matter because my cum filled inside Laura and dripped along her ass.

Arousal drove deep inside me and kept my semi-awake through the night as I kissed Laura’s back and fondled her naked tits with images of Sheri’s sugar-plum lips and eyes dancing erotically in my mind. I couldn’t remember when lust had burned so powerfully in me.

My cock stiffened and I pressed against Laura’s ass, wrapping my arm around her and laying a hand on Sheri’s shoulder.

I wondered if the house would feel empty when we took her back to her dorm the next afternoon. Maybe. But for now, we were quite cozy.

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