Happily a Throuple Ch. 04

She woke me with soft kisses and light fingertips.

I pretended to sleep but I guess the change in my breathing or something tipped her off. Not that it mattered. I lay there, unmoving, just enjoying what she was doing.

"You're not fooling me," she breathed into my ear, each little breath a warm puff. She finished by tracing the inner shell of my ear, the fossa if you care about the nomenclature, with her tongue. Her voice was so soft it wasn't really "speaking." It was just "breathing" the words.

"You're not fooling me," Mark breathed into my other ear, the surprise of that sending a wave of tingles through my body from the waist down.

She did that thing only the young can pull off, lifting her legs up and then using her momentum to sit and roll around in one smooth move leaving her knees on the side of the bed so she could step off onto the floor.

"Everybody pee," she said, giggling, "I don't want any distractions later."

"I guess," Mark said, his lips at my ear, "that's our cue."

I turned and kissed him, one of those morning kisses with morning breath that you don't really want to linger but that you want to be a good kiss.

It WAS a good kiss and it seemed perfectly natural for my hand to trail down his side, find his soft cock, and give it a squeeze before rolling out of bed.

In the bathroom, Jennifer looked about 12 as she sat, peeing, her hair mussed from sleep, her makeup gone.

I was surprised when Mark walked directly to her, bent, and kissed her as she peed. I guess my midwestern sensibilities were still operating. I found that odd intimacy to be exciting but, well, not quite "dirty" but maybe just a little "strange." Not quite "perverted," but definitely "odd."

I was even more surprised when I realized I was feeling a bit of jealousy. So, I moved to her other side, kissed her, pulled a yard of toilet paper off, and folded it into a pad.

"I'll take care of this," I said.

She smiled.

"Oh yeah," she breathed, "I could get used to this."

"Good," Mark said, kissing her.

"Good," I said, wiping her, the pad moving slowly from front to back.

Jennifer got the giggles when the second pad went all the way back and I touched her anus with it.

"All right, Perverts," she said, giggling and pushing us both away, "Enough."

Mark and I offered her our hands and she stood, with that odd athletic grace.

In another of those unspoken understandings, I lifted the lid, kissed Mark, and took him into my hand to aim him.

I shivered a little when he took me. I'd been in enough locker rooms in school and barracks in the Navy. I wasn't "bladder shy." As I explained once in one of those weird conversations you have after a half dozen beers and several hits of good pot - - once you've had a conversation with the guy sitting a cross from you while you're sitting on the toilet, your body modesty is pretty much over.

But this was a new sensation and I realized I liked it. It wasn't just "accepting" so I could make Jennifer happy. I liked it.

We stood, peeing, holding each other, oddly, not meeting each other's eyes.

"Shake it more than twice," Jennifer said, startling me, "and you're playing with it and I don't want you to do that until I can watch."

I felt a rush in my belly at her words and when I felt Mark's hand squeeze I felt a touch of embarrassment when I felt myself start to get hard as he shook me.

"Well, well," he said, smiling and giving me a squeeze, "good morning."

Then I felt a little disappointment when he stayed completely soft as I shook him, holding him a little longer than was probably strictly necessary.

There was that odd intimacy as we stood, side-by-side, brushing our teeth and then rinsing and spitting.

When I started to turn he caught my hand.

I suppose I knew it was coming, but still, this first man-man kiss, standing, without Jennifer there to somehow make it "okay," was, well, "shocking" is a strong word but it fits.

It was his kiss. He initiated it and, in many ways, assumed the masculine role. His hands were on my cheeks and it was somehow natural to accept the traditional feminine role, my hands moving to his waist, stepping forward so our bellies and, yes, our cocks touched, my hands moving slowly around into an embrace, slowly moving up and down his strong back and after just a hint of hesitation on my part, cupping the firm roundness of his ass.

It was a good kiss and I became aware of the softness of my pot belly in a way I never had before. His firm body against mine reminded me that I had pretty much let myself go since I hit the BIG four-oh.

And the thought came, clear, in my grandmother's voice, "So this is what it feels like to be bisexual."

Because that IS what it felt like. I wasn't kissing Mark to make Jennifer happy. I was kissing Mark because it felt good. More to the point, though, I WANTED Mark.

He broke the kiss, grinned, and said, "We'd better find our woman. She can get cranky."

I laughed, kissed him quickly, took his hand, and went in search of our bride-to-be, my erection pointing the way.

Jennifer was in bed, leaning back against a couple of pillows, centered on the big bed. I reluctantly released Mark's hand and moved to the right side of the bed while he moved to the left. She looked about 12, laying there like that, her hair a mess, with no makeup. Her thin arms and small breasts added to the image.

In one of those movements that seemed choreographed but was just natural, Mark and I kissed her cheeks, blew into her ears, and then found her lips in one of those odd, awkward, but oddly satisfying three-way kisses. As we kissed, Jennifer's hands caressed my back and, I assume, Mark's, while his hand and mine found a breast each and pressed.

There was no hurry and we held the kiss while she caressed and we played with her breasts.

I broke my part of the kiss and moved down to kiss her breasts, her belly button, the curly hair of her mons, and then scooted all the way around to go down on her properly.

Her nectar was salty, leavened with our semen that still leaked after last night. Her womanscent was strong and I inhaled that pheromone-laden perfume deeply, sucking it in like it was a hit on a marijuana joint.

I used my fingertips to gently part her labia, those thick, protective outer lips, and my thumbs to lift her clitoral hood, exposing that little pink button at the center of her pleasure. I blew on it gently, making her squirm a little, and began touching it with the tip of my tongue. When I moved forward to give her more pressure, to lick and suck gently, I could see, across the rise of her mons and her belly, as they kissed, his hands tormenting her nipple, and then, as her legs closed, covering my ears, I watched them share a conversation.

Not that I cared what they might be talking about. I could feel that I was getting to her as the big muscles of her ass and her hips tensed and relaxed with her building excitement. I could taste her excitement building in the changes in her nectar.

I closed my eyes, finding my vision to be a little distracting from what I was doing.

I opened them when I felt the bed rocking as Mark rolled over and stepped off.

"Hey," Jennifer said, giggling and entwining her fingers in my hair, pulling me back to where she wanted me, "don't stop now."

I grinned and buried my face into her again, my tongue licking and flicking.

Her orgasm was hot and wet and I lapped at her as she came. Her taste changed, that oily taste of semen being replaced with her salty honey as she flushed last night from her body with this morning's excitement.

She relaxed and tugged my hair.

"Come up here, Baby," she said.

I moved forward, kissing my way up her body. I sucked gently, enjoying the salty sweat that had gathered in her belly button, and then sucked harder, taking each nipple into my mouth in turn, holding myself up on hands and knees, smiling down at her as I scooted forward more until the glans of my erection touched the hot, slick lips of her sex.

She rocked her hips in that way only she could, her thick, swollen outer lips caressing the head of my erection, each movement a special intimacy as she slowly teased me.

"Fill me up, Baby," she said, meeting my eyes and holding me in thrall, "fill me up and hold still, just stay inside of me."

I scooted my knees forward a couple of inches, arched my back slowly, and entered her warmth. She was hot and slick and inviting as I slipped in. Then she was tight as she worked muscles deep inside, squeezing, almost pulling me deeper.

"I love you," she said, her hands gripping low on my back, nails digging in when I started to move, to set up a rhythm that would finish us in that spasm of ecstasy, "Stay with me. Hold still. Just stay, Baby, please."

"I love you," I said, and stopped moving. I adjusted my arms and my body until our skin was touching almost perfectly from where I was inside of her to where our lips met.

To me, sex had always been, well, it sounds cold-blooded but here it is. Sex had always been goal-oriented. Oh, I thought of myself, and still think of myself for that matter, as a careful and considerate lover. I made sure, or at least tried to make sure, that the women in my life were satisfied before I thought about my own pleasure. Yeah, I get that sometimes there might have been faking involved before I achieved my "goal" of ejaculation, but I was always careful to at least try.

This was different.

It felt like she would be content to lay like this all day.

And as we exchanged kisses, as we told each other "I love you" over and over, as we just stayed merged, one perfect body where before had been two parts, I realized this was a whole new level of intimacy.

I became aware, sort of peripherally, that Mark had returned and I almost came when I felt his weight move the mattress as he joined us and then again when I felt his hand on my ass and his lips on the back of my neck.

"I love you," he whispered and kissed my cheek.

I broke the kiss with Jennifer and turned my head to offer my mouth in an awkward, neck twisted, trying to look over my shoulder kiss. It was a good kiss, worth the effort it took to hold this position, as he kissed my lips and his hand caressed my back, starting at my neck and trailing slowly down, making me shudder as he drug a finger down my gluteal cleft, my asscrack, and farther to tickle my balls a little.

He kissed Jennifer then, a good kiss that I enjoyed watching from my very close vantage, and then pulled away.

She caught my cheeks in her palms and pulled me down to resume our kiss.

Mark, meanwhile, had worked out the logistics and now his knees were outside of mine but inside of Jennifers.

His hands on my back felt good.

The kiss felt good.

I was aware, the way you get when something completely out of place intrudes but is not intrusive enough to make you quit what you're doing, of an odd little popping sound.

Then his hands were back, rubbing, caressing, and then laying flat on my ass cheeks and spreading them.

The sensation, the raw sensation of air touching where it never touched, almost did me in. Jennifer felt it and her fingers dug into my back. "Easy, Baby," she said, "stay with me."

I held still but I couldn't relax.

When I felt the cold slickness of his finger touch my anus I realized the sound had been popping the lid on a Vaseline jar.

"Easy, Baby," Jennifer whispered before capturing my lips with hers.

"Easy, Baby," Mark whispered as his fingertip made circles where I knew he was going to take me.

At the first penetration, just his fingertip, my body jerked. I couldn't help it. The sensation sent jolts jumping through my body, almost like little electric pulses. My cock jumped and for a second I thought I was going to cum, but I didn't. My nipples were suddenly so hard they ached and where they touched Jennifer they sent a new series of those little jolts, making my toes curl and my eyes go wide.

"Easy, Baby," Mark said, probing more deeply. I could feel each millimeter as he entered me with his finger. This was so different from the prostate exam I endured as part of my insurance examination every year as to beggar comparison. With the doctor there was that snap of latex glove that makes EVERY man cringe a little, the order to "spread your cheeks," and then the sudden thrust, a second of movement, and out with the doctor handing you a handful of tissues. It was, in other words, clinical.

What Mark was doing was an act of love and, surprising myself, I realized I was welcoming it.

When he pulled his finger out my body pushed back, wanting to hold him. Jennifer dug her fingers in, holding me still.

"Stay with me," she whispered, kissing me again.

I welcomed the sensation of him parting my cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and then the thick glob of Vaseline he started working in, lubricating me for what was to come.

For what, by then, I wanted to come.

Jennifer stripped away the final shred of my reluctance. She kissed me, a hard kiss, demanding, and then pulled me away with her fingers in my hair.

"Accept his expression of love," she said and then grinned a wild, undomesticated grin, "And don't worry, Baby," she kissed me, a quick, soft kiss, "Your turn will come."

I felt his touch and knew, if I could see, that his back would be arched and his hand would be guiding him as his other hand held me spread for him.

"I love you," she said, her fingernails digging into the back of my neck, pinning me to her.

"I love you," I said, kissing her neck, finding that special spot just below her ear that made her breath catch.

"I love you," Mark said, and as he said it I felt the not-quite-painful stretch as he entered me.

We all stopped by unspoken mutual agreement, and held still for some timeless moment, the quiet of the room broken only by our three deep indrawn breaths.

I was having sensory overload.

Part of it, of course, was the new sensation of Mark's erection inside of me, staking his claim as all men stake their claims.

Part of it was my own claim being staked as I was balls-deep in Jennifer.

Part of it was the kisses. I was kissing Jennifer and Mark was kissing my back gently.

Part of it was scent. Jennifer's womanscent, laden with pheromones, inviting and demanding, was thick in the air.

Part of it was hearing. For a long ten count, the only sound in the world was our breathing, Jennifer's slow intake and soft exhalation, Mark's harsher breathing as he held his position, and my own sharp little, almost jerky, breaths as I tried to relax, accepting him into my body.

Part of it was touch. There was the touch of skin of course, between Jennifer and me. There was the touch of hands, hers and Mark's on my back while my fingertips and palms caressed her face and brushed her hair.

I don't know how long we lay like that, sharing that three-way merging of our bodies. Seconds surely. Minutes probably.

I felt the subtle changes in Mark as his hands slowly moved up my back, entwined in my hair and twisted, making me cry out softly, and then back down, slowly, caressing along my ribs and waist until he squeezed gently on those love handles at my hips that no amount of time on the elliptical machine could seem to get rid of.

"Easy, Baby," he said and I felt the subtle changes in the tension of his legs as he started pushing deeper into me.

I didn't just accept this. It wasn't just something to satisfy Jennifer.

I WANTED it.

"Stay with me," Jennifer said, her hands behind my head, pulling me into a kiss.

I broke the kiss, threw my head back, and cried a wordless keening sound as I felt him touch my prostate, that true center of a man's pleasure.

His fingers in my hair twisted, hurting suddenly, and his lips at my ear whispered, "Easy, Baby."

He held still at that point, his erection touching sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel my skin tighten as goosebumps spread outward from where I was impaled.

"Easy, Baby," Jennifer whispered, "stay with me."

I don't know that I ever concentrated on anything as single-mindedly as I concentrated right then, in that special moment, struggling to not finish, to not complete what a million generations of evolution demanded I finish.

"Stay with me," she said again although it should probably be written as, "S-s-stay w-w-with m-m-m-me," the way her breath was catching as her excitement built.

"Easy, Baby," Mark said, leaning forward, changing the angles, and almost defeating my already shaky control, and his urging should be written as, "Eeeeeesyyyyy, B-b-b-baby."

"I'm trying," I said, well, "I-I-I-I'm t-t-t-t-t-tryingggggggggg."

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Jennifer cried loud enough that I worried about neighbors hearing her. I felt her hips strain to rise but my weight and Mark's pinned her. She came in waves, soaking my balls and thighs, crying "YES" over and over until it became sort of a drawn-out wordless sound, "ESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS."

Mark thrust, completely inside me now, and I felt the tension in his thighs against the backs of mine as he came, his deeper voice, guttural with his grunted "Unnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" sound joining Jennifer's in a harmony of ecstasy.

The pressure of him on my prostate tore away the last shreds of my control and I came like never before. I came like I never imagined was possible. The pressure of his erection against my prostate helped force seminal fluids out. Deep in my belly, the bulbospongiosus and ischiocavernosus muscles contracted, adding pressure to what I felt in my urethra. My own "JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" joined the chorus of pleasure.

As I type I know, that intellectual part of me knows, that that first explosion of pure pleasure lasted a few seconds. I know, as every human being with a Y chromosome and a right hand (or, I suppose, a left hand if you're a southpaw) knows, that that instant of ecstasy lasts only a few seconds. I know, and I say this as a careful and considerate lover, that for a woman it can last several seconds but that's it.

So I know that what happened that first time as a throuple consummating our love, the explosion of pleasure of our shared orgasm, was measured in seconds.

But it felt like it went on for a significant fraction of eternity.

I felt the tension drain from Jennifer.

I felt the relaxation as Mark's burst of pleasure passed and hated that he was already starting to soften inside of me.

I felt my own erection start to fail as Nature's demands were met and my hypothalmus ceded control of my body to the higher functions.

Mark softened and for the first time I understood that little whimper the women in my life had made afterwards. My body's reaction was down at the lizard brain level and I squeezed, almost reflexively, trying to hold him inside of me and, instead, forcing him out.

And yes, I made that soft whimpering sound as it happened.

A second or so after that my own erection reached that point and Jennifer's instinctive squeeze forced me out drawing a soft gasp from me and the little soft sound from her.

I felt pressure on my shoulder as Mark moved, using me for leverage as he swung his legs across Jennifers and then sort of rolled off of us.

"Breathe, Baby," Jennifer whispered and I understood what she meant - "I can't breathe, Baby."

I lifted myself onto my arms first, smiling as she drew in a long, slow breath.

I kissed her and moved and lifted my leg to work my way outside of hers.

She sort of squirm/rolled away and I collapsed, between my two lovers.

Mark brushed his fingertips down my cheek, throat, and chest until he found my nipples and pinched them, making me chuckle.

"I love you," he said, and kissed my cheek.

Jennifer mirrored what he had done, her fingernails pinching my nipples in passing and then her hand finding my soft dick and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I love you," she said, and kissed my cheek.

I turned my head and kissed Mark and said, "I love you, too, Baby."

I turned my head and kissed Jennifer and said, "I love you, too, Baby."

I laid back, and drew in a long slow breath, one of those deep cleansing breaths I learned long ago with a pregnant wife getting ready to do the whole Lamaze thing.

I chuckled softly.

"What's funny?" Jennifer asked her breathing more or less back to normal.

"Yeah," Mark said from the other side, "what's funny?"

I chuckled again and took a deep breath.

"Okay," I said, looking straight up, talking to the ceiling, "I'm trying to figure out if I just became the beta male in this family."

"Does this feel like you're the beta?" Jennifer asked, and kissed me, a long, lingering kiss.

"Or this?" Mark asked, kissing his way down my body until he took my soft cock into his mouth, the roughness of his beard stubble as he brushed his cheek down my belly giving me a sensation slightly different than a woman's cheek doing the same thing.

"If anything," Jennifer said, and the sensation of her fingertips light on my skin and gently teasing my nipples brought more goosebumps to my skin, "you're senior among us although, as the woman I claim primacy."

I laughed at that and reached down to pat Mark on the head.

"Come up here," I said, twisting my fingers in his hair, "I'm too old for back-to-back performances."

He released me, kissed each ball and then the tip of my dick before moving around to join us on the pillow.

"Don't worry, Honey," Mark said, smiling and kissing me, "you can be on top next time if you want. It just seemed natural tonight."

I thought for a few more seconds and then pulled him down into a kiss.

"It was," I said, smiling and then turned to Jennifer, "but we all know who the real alpha is in this family," and I realized that I was already thinking of us as a family.

"Oh?" she asked, smiling.

"Of course," I said, kissing her, "the woman is always the Queen of her household."

She smiled even wider.

"You do understand," she said.

"I do," I said, smiling and relaxing.

"I do too," Mark said.

"Now let your, what did you call me? Your senior? rest," I said and closed my eyes.

I was surprised later, when I woke, to realize I had fallen asleep.