Watching Emmy and Angela make love had been a fantasy of mine, and now it was happening right in front of me. The sound of the rain that had started again provided a soft, soothing accompaniment to the gentle sounds of passion from my wife and our lover there in front of the fireplace. The flicker of warm light from the flames lit their bodies in a mysterious, unpredictable way, hiding as much as it illuminated as the two moved slowly in a dance of their own.
Angela welcomed Emmy’s touch, reveling in the soft caresses and gentle kisses that were being lavished on her statuesque body. Emmy knew how to work magic with her fingers, and Angela opened herself up to the touch.
Angela was no pillow princess, though- her hands were gliding over Emmy’s charcoal-black skin, too, squeezing, stroking and holding Emmy close as she kissed and nuzzled Emmy’s lean dancer’s body.
The views I had were tantalizing, more of a hint to what was happening than an outright explicit view. I could see Emmy’s hand moving between Angela’s legs and could hear the soft, wet noises, but the exact details were left up to my imagination. Angela’s muffled exclamations and Emmy’s hard breathing were getting me worked up, but the sight of them riding each other’s thighs and the smell of sex in the air was finally too much for me to bear.
I shucked my shoes and socks, then slipped out of the rest of my clothes. I was conflicted about joining them- on the one hand, watching was incredible, and they’d gotten into a position I’d fantasized about but could never make work, but my need to touch, to kiss, to taste the two of them was overwhelming.
I moved up next to the two, running my hand along Emmy’s arched back and across her butt, then into Angela’s mass of dark hair as she used that adorable tongue of hers to savor every little detail of Emmy’s perfect little pussy. I was turned on beyond measure by the look of pleasure on Angela’s face as she tongued Emmy, but also heartened by Angela’s progress. When she and I had last made love, she’d said that she wasn’t sure about performing oral sex on another woman and didn’t know if she could bring herself to do it. Here, a couple of weeks later, Angela was sliding her tongue up and down Emmy’s folds, showing obvious signs of practice in the art.
Of course, the look of ecstasy on her face was at least partly because Emmy was using her own magic tongue on Angela’s bubblegum-pink lady parts at the same time, but still… The two had clearly done this before and liked it.
As I watched, Angela’s head dropped down to the blanket and her back arched as she came, lifting Emmy up before the two fell back onto the blanket with a little crash.
Emmy rolled off Angela, a self-satisfied grin on her face, her hand on Angela’s tummy as Angela trembled with the aftershocks.
Seeing my opportunity, I leaned down and kissed Angela, my tongue invading and exploring her mouth, savoring Emmy’s nectar on those pretty, pouty red lips.
“You- I want you,” Angela sighed as I raised my head to look at her.
Obliging, I straddled her face, lowering myself down so she could eat me as she’d just done to Emmy. Angela pulled herself into me hard, her hands on the top of my thighs for grip. I could feel her squirm into a better position under me, so I lifted a bit to give her room to maneuver, but quickly realized that I wasn’t her problem. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that Emmy had moved between Angela’s raised knees and was tickling Angela’s pierced clit with one hand while sliding the fingers of her other in and out of Angela’s core.
Angela had clearly decided that eating pussy was every bit as good as claimed, and although her skills weren’t polished, her enthusiasm made up for it. Looking down at her face peeking out from below my mound, I caught her looking up at me in the firelight, making eye contact with her big blue eyes.
Running my hand through her thick, dark hair, I whispered, “I love you, Ange.” I don’t know if she could hear me, but I’m sure it was easy enough to read my lips. Her eyes crinkled up in a pleased smile, so I’m sure the message got through one way or another.
Soon after that, Angela’s eyes slammed shut and she dropped away from me, lost in another orgasm thanks to Emmy’s attentions on her lady parts.
I climbed off Angela, who was shaking and trying to catch her breath, her eyes still clamped shut. I lay back and pulled Emmy up on top of me and we kissed, long and hard.
“Let me finish you,” Emmy whispered when we parted, sliding down my body. All too happy to oblige, I lifted my knees, parting my legs wider to give her better access. Emmy knew just how I liked it, and she took up where Angela had left off. I felt Emmy slip a couple of her long, slender fingers inside me, slowly pumping in and out as she lapped me up like a kitten drinking her milk. Emmy loved to penetrate me like that, and she'd learned how to hit all the right spots to send me over the moon, so it was a win for both of us.
Angela had recovered by this time and was stroking my chest, tummy and thighs as Emmy worked farther south. She leaned forward, shaking her head to drape her long hair down across my body, sweeping it back and forth. It was an incredibly sensual feeling, overloading my senses in a way I’d never experienced before. So many hands, so much hair, so much stimulation...
Making love to one woman is an amazing experience, but being the center of attention of two lovers, well, it’s a completely different level. Emmy and Angela were pouring their feelings into the way they touched me, the way they kissed me, and the way they used their bodies against mine. It wasn’t just the physical lovemaking, but the emotion behind it that built inside me like a wave, rising, rising up until it crashed over me, wiping me out, sending me over the edge and into new territory.
I must have passed out for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Emmy and Angela were cuddled up on either side of me, the three of us wrapped up in the big, soft comforter.
“That was…” was all I managed to say, making Angela giggle.
Rallying, I said, “That was just about the best thing ever,” kissing the top of their respective heads. ‘The dark-skinned girl with the white hair, and the light-skinned one with the dark hair,’ I thought, amused.
Laying my head back, I relaxed and let my breathing slow, soaking in the love and care Emmy and Angela had shown me. The two had fallen asleep snuggled up against my sides, as worn out by the night’s activities as I was.
Pondering what the future would hold for the three of us, I heard activity downstairs. ‘Jen, Lee and Jackson must have gotten home,’ I thought, glad that Angela had shut the parlor’s double doors before we started our play time.
Of course, just by thinking about that, I had dared the gods of comedy to have their way with us, so of course, the three poured into the parlor to make themselves nightcaps before heading to bed.
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“What the-?” Asked Lee, fumbling for the light switch. “Who left the fire going?”
“I’m pretty sure it was those three,” drawled Jackson, pointing at where we lay in front of the fire. “And I’m pretty sure they were screwin’ like rabbits, judging by the looks of things.”
“That is exactly what we were doing,” Emmy confirmed, not at all embarrassed to be caught like we were. “It was nice.”
“I’ll bet!” Jen barked with a laugh.
“Um, we’ll leave you guys alone,” Lee said, looking embarrassed enough for the three of us.
After they left, Angela pulled the blanket down from where she’d buried her head. “I can’t believe they just came in like that!” she groaned.
“Do you know what that means?” Emmy asked, her eyes bright.
“What?” Angela asked.
“It means that now they know to leave us alone, so we are guaranteed privacy for the rest of the night!”
“Can we- can we just go to bed? Angela asked, obviously still mortified. “I’m kinda not in the mood anymore, if that’s alright.”
“Of course it’s alright,” I said, kissing her forehead. “You don’t have to apologize for your feelings.”
Angela wrapped herself in the comforter again for our trip upstairs to our room, but Emmy and I just grabbed our clothes from the floor and made the trip nude. After all, Jen, Lee and Jackson were probably down in the kitchen, or maybe even the wine cellar by this point.
Back in our bedroom, when I said I was going to take a quick shower, both Emmy and Angela were quick to join me. We really didn’t do much fooling around, though. Well, O.K., we washed and rinsed each other off, and that was nice, but that’s as far as it got.
Angela started the fire going before sliding into bed with Emmy and me. The three of us cuddled up again, Emmy on one side of me and Angela on the other, same as we’d been downstairs in the parlor.
“That was so embarrassing,” Angela said. “Em, I can’t believe you told them we’d been having sex!”
“Jackson had already figured it out,” I said, amused. “I don’t think it was all that hard, either.”
“Now I won’t be able to look any of them in the face!” Angela moaned.
“Ange,” I said gently. “Did you know Jen used to be a stripper? She danced nude on stage for strangers three nights a week all the way through college. I can tell you for sure that if we’d invited her to join us she would have gotten naked so fast it’d make your head spin. And Jackson? I couldn’t even begin to tell you how many women I’ve seen him with. No, there’s no reason to be embarrassed around him, either.”
“What about Lee?”
“Lee? You should definitely be embarrassed around him,” Emmy said. “Definitely.”
Laughing, I said, “Not helpful, Em. Not helpful,” getting a giggle from her.
Turning on my side, I pulled Angela into my big spoon, holding her close. “Ange, this is your house now. Your house, you get to do what you want here. If anybody should be embarrassed, it should be those three for being so rude as to barge in on us, even though the doors were closed.”
“I love hearing you say things like that,” Angela said with a sigh.
“Like what?” I asked.
“This is my house. It makes me feel… like you want me as much as I want you. You two… you want me in your lives. That’s how it makes me feel.”
“We do,” Emmy said from her position partially on top of me. “We do want you to be part of our family. Not just now, not just this week, or this month, or this year. We want you to be with us always.”
“Ange, we love you,” I said as I gently traced the tears that had started flowing down her cheek. “You’re sweet, you’re smart, you’re fun to be around, you’re affectionate, and you have an amazing butt. Of course we love you!”
The ‘butt’ part got a giggle from Angela, helping break her out of her mood.
“It really is amazing,” Emmy chimed in. “I completely adore it.”
Laughing harder now, Angela tried to pout but failed miserably. “Is that why you guys love me? My butt?”
“Yeah, mostly,” I said, nodding.
“Your belly, too,” Emmy said with a smile.
“And your piercings,” I added.
“Oh, yes. Your body jewelry,” Emmy said, nodding. “Definitely.”
“You guys are mean!” Angela said, giggling like a little girl as she tried to fend off Emmy’s weak attempt to play with her nipple barbells.
While Angela was busy trying to block Emmy's efforts, I slid my hand up between Angela’s thighs and flicked the jewelry hidden down there with my fingertip.
“Oooh!” Angela exclaimed, so I did it again, seeing as how her legs hadn’t clamped down to prevent further clit tickling.
“I think- I think maybe I am changing my mind,” Angela said after a few more gentle strokes on her little bud. “Maybe I am in the mood after all,” she said, somewhat breathlessly.
Emmy clambered over me and snuggled up to Angela’s other side, very ready to take advantage of Angela’s change of heart.
Kissing Angela’s cheek, I could taste the salty tears she’d cried just a moment before. Something about kissing the physical manifestation of her emotions was magical to me. Angela had been so overwhelmed with love that she’d cried tears of happiness, a happiness I could literally taste on my tongue.
I wanted to kiss every square inch of Angela’s body, run my fingers through her long, long dark hair, and caress every bit of skin. Emmy seemed to feel the same way- Angela needed the reassurance of our touch, a show of our love that couldn’t be expressed with words.
Sometimes sex is just sex, but this was making love. It wasn’t about orgasms, although those certainly did happen. It was slow, sensual, and much more intimate than a quick fingering could ever be. Of course, there was fingering, and tonguing, and all the rest of the fun stuff, but it was secondary to the holding, stroking, and long slow kissing.
Emmy and I wanted Angela to feel our love for her, to let her know in this non-verbal way what she meant to us, and that we felt fortunate just to have her in our lives as our lover and companion.
Eventually we wound down, and by some sort of wordless mutual agreement we relaxed in the position we’d found ourselves. I was sitting semi-upright, propped up on some pillows. Angela was cradled between my legs, leaning back against my chest, and Emmy was lying on her tummy between Angela’s legs, her cheek resting on Angela’s magnificently sculpted abs. I watched in amusement as Emmy’s head rose and fell with every deep breath Angela took. Then again, Angela was rising and falling with my breaths, too…
“Em? Emmy?” Angela said, running her fingers through Emmy’s fine, snow white hair.
“Mmm?” Emmy mumbled in response.
“I love you, Em,” Angela said, her voice tender. “Every day I love you a little bit more.”
“What about Leah?” Emmy asked, resting her chin on Angela’s belly button as she looked up.
“Every day I love her a lot more. But that’s just because there is so much of her to love,” Angela added, her chuckle making Emmy’s head bounce up and down.
“Leah is very big,” Emmy agreed. “Which is good- that means there is more of her for us to share.”
“Har har har,” I said. “I’m pretty sure you both weigh more than I do.” Then, quietly, just loud enough for them to hear, “Combined.”
Angela’s laughter sent Emmy’s head bouncing up and down again, but that didn’t erase Emmy’s amused grin. Emmy slowly climbed her way up Angela’s body, giving her a long passionate kiss as they drew even. When they parted, Emmy whispered, “I love you, too,” before resuming her upward movement, pausing only a moment to let Angela pay some attention to one of her dark nipples as they passed by. Emmy gave me a long, deep and intense kiss, too, whispering, “You are my everything, Leah.”
The moment was broken when Emmy suddenly sat up, kneeling on either side of Angela’s body and my legs. She looked down in surprise at Angela, who had slid down even as Emmy was crawling her way upwards. I could only see the top half of Angela’s face, the lower half hidden by Emmy’s mound.
“Where did you learn to do that?” Emmy asked, astonished. Angela didn’t reply with words, but Emmy jumped a little again and Angela’s eyes crinkled up in amusement.
“You have my permission to do that any time you wish,” Emmy said as her hips began a slow rocking movement. “Yes, just like that,” Emmy confirmed, making me wonder just what Angela’s new technique actually involved. “Just like that, yessss…”
Just like that, and we were on to round three. This time it was kittenish, with some tickling, some gentle nipping, and even some good-natured teasing, all of which were new to our lovemaking with Angela. Sex had been sweet, sometimes intense, and occasionally vigorous, but we hadn’t really been what I would call playful before. Again, I took it as a sign that Angela’s confidence was growing by leaps and bounds, and was very, very pleased to see it.
It didn’t take long for the sex to degenerate into a tickle fight, both of them ganging up on me before we all just fell into a heap, laughing, too worn out to continue. Of course, it was me on the bottom again, Angela and Emmy both piled on top. I saw no reason to complain about this turn of events. After all, I had them exactly where I wanted them.
As I drifted off to sleep, I mentally crossed ‘get up early to go for a run’ off my list of things to do in the morning.