Daughter's Best Friend and My Wife

Quick note from Ian Snow -- this story was originally published elsewhere. The rights have since reverted back to me, and I thought Literotica would make for a fun final home for it. Enjoy.

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Olivia was so goddamn sweet I was certain if you pricked her, she would bleed caramel. The candy apple red of her lipstick that day added to the whole metaphor, and it was those lips and those big mischievous eyes I was drawn to from the moment I came through the door.

Our daughter's college friend was barely wearing a stitch of clothes. Her big breasts strained against tiny triangles of a bikini top, her slim tummy naked, showing off her belly button piercing. The shorts were more modest than the top but only by degrees, the denim cut off so high on her hip I had no doubt she'd show off a little ass cheek if she stood up and turned for me.

For Olivia to make me ignore my wife was a hell of a feat. Katherine was seated on the loveseat at an angle to the couch where Olivia sat, one creamy, freshly lotioned leg under her butt. At that angle, given her short tennis skirt, Olivia probably could see a hint of her panties. My wife gave me a self-satisfied smirk, poised like a cat that was very pleased with itself. She toyed with a lock of her blonde-brunette hair, one of her flirty gestures.

Already I could gather a mental picture of what must have happened. My wife loved no other form of exercise more than tennis and played regularly with some of the other thirty- and forty-something women around the community at a local court. Olivia lived in one of the new apartment complexes equidistant on the other side and probably saw her best friend's mom playing. They said hello, Katherine invited Olivia back here to go swimming like she used to before our daughter Molly graduated from college, and now here she was, in our house, looking up at me with that beatific, mysterious smile of hers.

To this day I'm not sure exactly why I did what I did. I thought Katherine had Olivia on the reel. We'd talked about her in bed a couple months back when we found out Olivia turned twenty, how ripe she was, how she looked at me sometimes, how she would laugh at my jokes and touch my arm. My wife loved to torture me like that, feeding me fantasies about the hot women in our lives. Sometimes she even made them come true.

I thought that's what this was. It had all the earmarks of it. A hot twenty-year-old barely dressed in our living room, my wife practically showing off her pussy to her. I pounced on it, never realizing until later that it was no setup.

Olivia stared up at me as I crossed the room, her smile shifting into something more curious. Katherine shifted on the couch, my name falling from her lips too late. "Kellen." I heard her tone but I didn't process it fast enough. I gripped Olivia by the chin and kissed her.

"Here I was wondering if I would have to make the first move," Olivia said softly. She glanced aside at Katherine and arched one of her fine eyebrows. Katherine held her hand to her lips, cheeks bright red, but she had the presence of mind to nod.

I noticed all this but my brains were making a fast exit and my primal need for our daughter's hot college friend took over. My hand went to my belt, and Olivia's joined it, working at my zipper while I stared down at her gorgeous face and the slopes of her breasts.

I didn't bother taking my slacks or boxes off. Instead, I shoved them down to my hips. Olivia took in the size of me and her smile grew even wider. She looked up into my eyes as I lifted one foot and set it on the couch cushion beside her.

"Suck it," I said. "Take my cock in that pretty little mouth and suck it."

"Fuck," Katherine whimpered.

Olivia took my cock in her slim hands and sucked my tip, staring up at me. I hardened as she teased it with her lips and tongue, bobbing her head up and down the first couple inches as I grew and grew. When I was fully hard, I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Sit back," I said, my voice brooking no debate.

She scooted back on the couch until I could stand on it entirely, wondering what the fuck I was doing until I was looming over her, one hand on the wall, the other going to the back of her head and driving her face down the length of me.

Oh fuck, that mouth felt good wrapped tight around my dick. I didn't relent. I wanted to own that pretty face, to drive my cock down her throat, to fill her up with my cream.

"Mmmmf!" she choked out around me.

I pulled back so Olivia could take a breath, then I shoved even deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as she stared up at me, her cheeks going as red as a tomato. It took a few thrusts for her to acclimate to me but when she got in the game, she gave as good as she took, lashing me with her tongue, hollowing out her cheeks, teasing my tip when I'd pull back to her lips.

On the loveseat, Katherine tugged her sports panties down and spread her legs wide, sinking slowly down as she watched us. One hand went to her pussy and she moaned, "Suck his cock, that's a good girl, taking so much of my man."

Olivia came off me with a gasp and a cough. "Good girl," she whimpered, and drove back down my cock, her hands wrapping around me and jacking my wet length as she sucked.

"Our very good girl," I said.

One of her tits slipped free of the near-nonexistent bikini top, her small pink nipple joined soon by its bestie. One of her free hands dropped to her shorts, popping the button and sliding in. I fucked her face even harder, knowing she liked this, knowing she was ours.

"You're ours now," I grunted.

"Urgh!" she gagged around me, blinking up at me with those sweet eyes.

"Oh, Olivia, you're going to look so sexy with him sliding that big dick inside your sweet little pussy," Katherine cooed.

Oliva came off me, gasping, "Oh God, oh, oh-URK!"

You can guess why she was cut off so sharply. I held her head in place and fucked her face, going for broke. Katherine was now at an angle to us, on her back, one leg on the floor, the other bent, her fingers playing at her clit and her pussy with lightning-fast flutters. Olivia's eyes kept flicking towards her, but I wanted them on me.

"Look at me now, baby, look at me as I feed you my come," I said.

Olivia drew a sharp breath through her nose. She drove down as far as she could take, my cockhead resting against the back of her throat, her jaw stretched to her limits. I jerked back, my hand joining hers on my cock.

"Take it, take every drop of him," Katherine said.

Olivia tried. She really did. The first few blasts she swallowed, her throat working noisily to try and keep up, but there was so much of me she had to cough it out, spattering her chest and my thighs with my come. She gasped for air, her fist still a blur up and down my length as I fired the last shot across her chin.

I stepped off the couch and pulled Olivia to the edge. I dropped to my knees and gripped her shorts and the bikini bottoms she wore underneath. She pushed up and I tugged them off her, leaving slim folds, pale pink pussy, and her big hood bared to me. Her hand went to her pussy, rubbing her clit in wide circles.

"Show her why I keep you around," Katherine said, her own legs spread wide as she watched the show.

Far be it for me to deny Katherine anything. I moved Olivia's hand aside, brought my thumbs to her hood, and flicked my tongue against her clit. She responded immediately, her butt jumping as I made contact. I teased with fast flicks before licking it hard, keeping my thumbs right where they were, rubbing the sensitive skin around her button. I ignored her pussy for the moment, going for her orgasm fast and hard, using every trick I knew Katherine loved.

"Yes, ohhh, oh yes, Mr. Smith," Olivia moaned. Hearing that fall from her lips -- Mr. Smith -- as I was doing this to her made it so much dirtier. I was reminded again I was nearly thirty years older than her. She was so fucking young.

"Lick her clit, baby, make our new pet come..." Katherine told me.

"Mm, your pet," Olivia moaned. "I like th-that."

"We'll have to... get you a little collar... to let everyone know you're ours."

Fuck. That thought brought my cock back to life and drove me into a frenzy. I flicked and sucked her clit as I imagined it, sexy twenty-year-old Olivia walking down the street between us with a collar around her neck with our last name on it. That was fucking hot as hell.

"I think... he likes that... idea," Olivia gasped. "Oh, oh f-fu... like that, please, just like that, ohhhh... that's it, I'm going to... I'm close... oh, ohhhh!!"

Her voice went high and keening, her knees jerking upward. She came, her hands clutching at my hair, and I drove my mouth down to her wet pussy. Playing with her clit had been for her. Tasting that sweet young cunt was for me. I loved how fresh she was, and wet to boot. She thrust her hips up and rolled her head back, still gripping my hair. She bucked against my tongue, still so sensitive, and beside us I heard Katherine mewl with her own pleasure, a sure sign she was close.

"Mm, Kellen, lick her, lick her pussy, I can't wait to taste her myself..."

She wouldn't, not until I had my fun. Katherine loved to watch me with other women. It was her biggest kink.

"He's so... good with his... mmmm, h-his tongue..." Olivia said.

"Wait until you feel his cock inside you."

Olivia loved that idea, her hips thrusting upwards, eyelids fluttering. "Yessss, his cock... inside... me, oh, ohhhh!"

I could take no more of this and had to fuck her. I gripped the couch cushions on either side of her knees and shoved up to my feet, my cock right at face level again. She took it in her mouth for a couple of long sucks as I dropped my sport coat behind me and kicked off the loafers I forgot I'd been wearing.

Still in my slacks and Oxford, I pulled back and growled, "On your knees, Olivia. Face Katherine."

She scrambled to obey, and I ran my hand over her spectacularly tight young ass. "Good girl," I said, and spanked her lightly.

"Thank you, Daddy," she moaned. Her eyes widened and she looked at me with genuine embarrassment.

I chuckled and teased her pussy with my thumb. "I like it. Katherine calls me that too."

"Oh, we are keeping you," Katherine breathed. She moved slowly, like she was in a dream. Getting onto her hands and knees too, she curled a finger at Olivia. Our young lover scooted forward so the two women could kiss at the corners of the couch and loveseat. I knelt on the couch behind Olivia, first spreading her cheeks apart to get a good look at her little bleached asshole. She'd need practice with toys before I could fuck her there, but I promised myself I'd be back, and soon.

As for now, no more easing. I had to have her. I pressed my cockhead to her pussy. Her back arched upward before I'd even cleared her entrance, her big tits shaking with the movement.

"Oh my God, oh fuck, I'm really..." I slid deeper inside her and she wailed, "I'm fucking... oh... OH!"

She never did complete that thought. In that moment I slid deeper into her, my big dick filling her nearly virginal pussy.

Katherine cupped her chin and asked, "Is it too big, darling, is it too much?"

"Don't stop, don't stop, it feels so good," Olivia cried out.

I didn't. I took her with fast, hard strokes, pushing deeper and deeper inside her every time. Tight though she might be, she took an insane amount of me, right to the balls. Only Katherine had ever been able to do that, and yet here our newest toy could too.

"Fuck," I growled, bouncing her back and forth with every thrust. Her tits kept up the rhythm with us, swaying back and forth. She strained to kiss Katherine now and then, brief butterfly kisses that never landed in the same spot twice. Katherine watched us with heat in her eyes, panting hard, her hand between her thighs as she rocked in subconscious imitation of Olivia, like it was my cock doing this to her instead. Even with the sharp skin-against-skin thwaps of my body against Olivia's, I could hear my wife's fingers slide in and out of her pussy, wet squick squick squick noises that only served to drive me even wilder.

Olivia couldn't take that fucking for long before her arms gave out on her. She fell against the couch's arm, and I popped free of her. I grabbed her arms and pulled her back up to her knees, my cockhead pointing the way to her pussy like a dowsing rod. I kept hold of her arms and drove right back into her, making her cry out as I punched deep inside her cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cried out. She started giggling then, a breathless, hiccupping sound punctuated by, "I'm... I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm co-coming..."

I kept fucking into her, keeping her upright by pulling back on her arms. Katherine gasped, "So sexy, so fucking sexy, baby..."

"Good... girl?" Olivia asked, jerking with my thrust.

"So fucking good, such a good girl, such a good girl for your Daddy."

"Yes! Daddy's... good... girl!"

They came, Katherine first, her eyes closing, face drawn in rapturous pleasure. I'd never seen her buck like she did then, her hips jerking, her head twisting to the side. Her eyes only opened again when Olivia cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh, oh I'm coming for Daddy, comi... ohhhhhh!"

I kept fucking her harder and harder. When I let go of her arms, she fell forward, gasping and panting but just as fast I had my hands full of her tits, lifting her back up and fucking up into her as she bounced back against me, her head twisting to look at me over her shoulder. I stopped just long enough to kiss her, then started hammering up into her wet pussy. She could say nothing except make a keening, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

"Are you on the pill, baby girl?" I asked.

"S-s-s-shot," she stuttered out, her head bouncing with the fucking. "On the shot, please, Daddy, come inside me, come inside me!"

Thank God. I was close and I wanted to feel her around me as I came. I pulled her back with me as I sat on the couch, still clutching her around the waist and cupping her tits as I thrust up into her. She rode me, catching something of a second wind, and like a bullet, my wife was off the loveseat and between our legs, lapping at the connection of my cock and our daughter's friend's pussy.

I could take no more. I fucked up into Olivia one more time, squeezing her tits and pulling her tight against my chest. She cried out with delight when I spurted deep inside her. I brought one hand up to her chin and twisted her head again so I could kiss her. She shimmied up and down my body, one of her trembling hands on my wife's head as Katherine lapped up the come drizzling out of Olivia.

"I think..." she said, her voice hoarse. "I think I made a mess out of your pants and shirt."

I looked down, finally realizing I was still mostly clothed. I chuckled and dropped my head back against the couch cushion. "Jesus. Olivia. We are not letting you leave this house."

"I hope not," she said. "Best sex of my life."

"Wait until Katherine gets involved," I said.

"Mm. Can't wait. Does the old man have a round two in him?" Olivia asked Katherine.

My wife grinned up at her, gripped my knees, and stood up to kiss her. "A round two, and probably a round three or four. Time has only made him even hornier."

"Old man," I muttered. I thought of Olivia calling me Daddy and chuckled to myself as I cupped her tits again.

"What?" Olivia asked.

"I have no idea what we're going to tell our daughter when she comes home and finds you wearing a collar and calling me Daddy."