The Guest Pt. 02

**Note to readers: Thank you for all the encouragement I have received with the first instalment of The Guest. While I prefer not to reveal how much of this is based on my real life experience, the point I set out to achieve was to create a sharing scenario that is also intensely romantic; where the third escalates the sexual experience--and not simply by participating--but the entire scene centres on the main couple's feelings for each other. I hope this turns you on, but also makes you fall in love.

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I feel him, but I don't see him, when he slides out of me. You are so close I can feel your breath on my face. The cool breeze should be a relief on my burning cheeks, but I am mortified. You just looked me in the eyes while another man fucked me to orgasm.

It wasn't like you had caught us in the act, or was watching from a distance. You were here with us, encouraging us, joining us. It had felt so good to cum again after so long, but it was all happening so, so fast that I could barely process what I was doing. What we were all doing.

It's hard to read your expression now, but I can see the wheels turning behind your eyes, studying my reaction. Did this seem wrong to you? How many times have you done this before?

Suddenly Rich's hands are running down the inside of my thighs. I gasp and shut them together, but he forces them apart. Instead of stopping him, you continue to hold me down.

"John..."

"You said you would let him take the lead," you remind me.

"And you are just way too sexy for me to stop now," Rich adds with a chuckle.

I feel him, but I don't see him, when his tongue slides between my thighs, drawing out another gasp. He feels warm, hungry, and surprisingly precise.

I had never had a tongue better than yours, but you are gentler, and build up my pleasure slowly. In contrast, Rich is like a sharp shooter. He knew exactly where to find the spot--that spot that sent a jolt of electricity through my spine. Then he kept hitting it again, and again, and again, each time with the exact same intensity.

A smile creeps up your face as you watch me squirm and moan. Suddenly he does a rapid flicking thing with his tongue and I bite my lip so hard to muffle my own screams that I can almost taste blood.

"Don't hold back," you urge. "Just let it out, baby. The least you can do is let him hear your reaction."

He does the flicking thing again, and the noise that escapes me sounds like a wail for mercy.

"Rich had quite the reputation," you recall as I arch my back, "and I can see he's still got it."

Rich pulls his face up for a moment and I don't know if I am sagging with disappointment or relief.

"Goddammit, she tastes so good," he sighs. "Do you really get to do this every day?"

"I have a feeling she wants you to keep going," you reply.

"More than happy to oblige, but I don't want to miss the show."

Both of you are staring at me while he slides two of his fingers inside me. He wiggles around in there for a moment, just to watch me squirm. Pretty soon he finds the spot and with his hands pushing my legs apart and your hands pinning my arms down, all I can do is squeeze my eyes shut as another wail escapes me.

"Fuck," Rich whispers, not slowing down at all. He knows exactly what he's doing down there. I think I might be losing my mind.

"That feels good, doesn't it baby?" I hear you whisper in my ear.

I am too far gone to answer you.

"Just let it go, Carly."

Between your strong arms and Rich's undeniably well-honed talent, I didn't think I had a choice, but it wasn't until you said the words that I realised I was fighting it.

I can barely make out the words. "J-John... P-please.... keep talking to me."

There is a glint in your eyes when you hear my plea. Your breath tickles my ear with every word.

"Carly. Baby. I want this. I want you to cum. I want you to stop resisting and cum for me, right now."

I didn't know it, but for the rest of my life I will think of what you did next as the highlight of the entire night, and for years and years just the memory of this precise moment popping into my head will be enough to get me wet because it is almost too fucking devious.

What you do next, is you run your tongue from my shoulder to my neck and up into my ear in one long, unbroken movement. You know what that does to me, how sensitive I am to even the lightest butterfly kisses in that area. I've always complained about it as your unfair advantage. And now, when I am right on the knife's edge of an orgasm, you use my greatest weakness against me.

I come so hard, so explosively, that Rich falls to his knees. He slows his pace but keeps his fingers inside me, trying to sustain it for as long as I can ride it. You wrap your arms around me and kiss me deeply as my body continues to spasm, my moans drowning into yours. I am vaguely aware of Rich swearing incredulously, then his tongue hungrily slurping and lapping me up.

You pick me up like I weigh nothing, fall back onto the couch, and hold me in your lap as I catch my breath. Rich brings me the rest of your whiskey sour, which I gulp down like I'm dying of thirst. Then he stumbles into the other end of the couch with his own drink and takes a long, slow sip.

"That," he muttered, "was definitely in my top three."

It wasn't all that funny, but I burst out laughing. I'm in a fit of giggles--the breathy, girly giggles that only come out when I'm tipsy or embarrassed, except that I am neither. I blame the endorphins. I blame you. And I guess Rich deserves some of the blame as well.

You reach up to move my hair out of my face and tuck it behind my ear. Realising you have a clear shot to my erogenous zone again makes me shiver.

"How are you enjoying it so far?"

I hide my face in your chest. "Take a wild guess, will you?"

You chuckle. I can't deal with how handsome you are when you are smug.

"I knew he'd make a good impression," you admit, winking at Rich. "But one good turn deserves another, don't you think? Do you want to decide how you'll return the favour, or is he still taking the lead?"

I turn to look at Rich. He looks so relaxed as he watches us, but I can tell he is still bursting with energy. His cock is rock hard, for one thing. I can't believe what I'm about to say.

"I want to take the lead now."

To be continued -