The Night Visitor & Other Erotic Stories

The Agreement-3

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Jeff had dozed off, his head nestled on Karen’s shoulder, his hand on her breast, his c**k still in her hand. “Love?” came her voice.

“What?” he asked, almost giddy with exhaustion.

“I want to come again,” she said.

“I don’t think I have anything left,” he said.

“Me neither,” Phil said.

“I want more.”

“You’re incredible,” Jeff said.

“I’m a woman. I can have as many orgasms as I want. You don’t have to come,” she said. “I want your mouth. Your tongue.” She tugged on his p***s gently but firmly.

She had not infrequently used her mouth to satisfy him when she herself wasn’t in the mood. He positioned himself on his knees between her legs and lowered her mouth to her labia. Using one hand, he spread her lips and put his lips to her c**t, already swollen and pulsing. He sucked it into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. He felt her hands toying with his ears. He fell into a well-practiced rhythm of sucking and licking.

He became aware of a shift of weight on the bed, and then he realized that Phil was kneeling behind him where his buttocks were upraised, his asshole exposed. He felt what only could have been Phil’s lubricated finger penetrate him. He had always liked it when Karen played with him that way. Phil’s finger felt no different.

As he sucked and licked Karen, he felt Phil’s other hand explore his balls and his c**k, which was, to his utter astonishment, stirring yet again. Another lubricated finger entered him, and his c**k was almost completely stiff again. The fingers moved in and out, and the other hand circled him and stroked him. With some difficulty, a third finger entered him. He reached down with his free hand and put it around Phil’s, following its tempo. It was almost as if he was playing with himself.

The three fingers withdrew, and Jeff felt what could only have been the head of Phil’s c**k against his asshole. It felt slick with lubricant. He lifted his mouth from Karen and turned his head. “You wearing a rubber?”

“Yeah.”

Jeff lowered his mouth back to his wife. He pressed backward, willing himself to relax, to open himself. He felt the head of Phil’s p***s enter him.

Jeff felt stretched beyond possibility, filled incomprehensibly. It hurt and it didn’t hurt. Under Phil’s hand, Jeff’s p***s felt larger and harder than it had ever felt. Phil was timing the stroke of his hand on Jeff’s c**k to the rhythm of his own c**k inside Jeff, and Jeff sucked and licked Karen to the same tempo. It was if the three of them were without boundaries.

Karen gripped Jeff’s head between her hands and raised her hips up to his mouth, groaned, came with a shudder that ran the length of her body. Moving a little faster, pressing a little harder, Phil also shuddered and groaned, and Jeff could feel Phil ejaculating into the condom inside him. Jeff felt that familiar sense of orgasmic inevitability, and he rocked his hips more quickly, his c**k moving in Phil’s hand. The climb was more difficult this time, but he crested and felt his own muscles squeeze spasmodically as his orgasm spurted from him, an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.

***

They disentangled themselves again, cleaned themselves and the bed, used the bathroom, and crawled back into the bed. “Let’s get some sleep,” Karen said. She turned her head and gave Phil a deep kiss. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Phil said.

Karen turned her head to her husband and kissed him deeply. “I love you,” she said. “Good night.”

“I love you,” Jeff repeated. “Good night.”

***

Jeff opened his eyes. It was morning. He was sore everywhere. He felt completely drained. He was exhausted, but he felt oddly full of energy, liberated. He looked over at his wife and it seemed she sensed his gaze, because she opened her eyes. She gave him a tender smile. “Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning.”

“Thank you, love,” she said. “It was more wonderful than I ever imagined.”

***

With Phil still sleeping, Karen and Jeff showered together. Although they kissed and caressed and played with each other as they washed, they didn’t try to have s*x. They had just finished dressing when Phil stirred in their bed and opened his eyes. He looked from the one to the other. “Wow, we must have had a lot to drink last night. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“How about ‘Good morning’?” Karen asked.

“Good morning.” He kept looking from Karen to Jeff and back again. He looked awkward and embarrassed.

Karen smiled at him. “Jeff and I will be in the kitchen having breakfast. Go take a shower and get dressed.”

When Phil came into the kitchen dressed in the same clothes he had worn the night before, he seemed even more uncomfortable than when he had first awoken. He refused breakfast or even a cup of coffee, making the excuse that he had to go home to walk his dog, which had not apparently concerned him the night before. He gave Karen an awkward kiss on the cheek and, incredibly, shook Jeff’s hand before dashing out of the apartment.

Karen and Jeff went back to the kitchen and sat down over their coffees.

“Well, he was certainly in a hurry to get out of here.” Karen said. “I guess we freaked him out.”

“I was a little overwhelmed, too, but I enjoyed myself, too,” Jeff admitted.

“I noticed.”

“But I don’t think it’s something I want to do on a regular basis.”

“If that’s how you feel.”

“But I fulfilled my part of the agreement, didn’t I?” Jeff asked with a smile.

“More enthusiastically than I’d ever imagined you would,” Karen agreed. “Thank you. It was better than my wildest dreams.”

“Then we can start planning my half?” Jeff asked.

“Yes, we can.”