FINALLY – NICOLE AND ALEX AND RACHEL

With Nicole’s luggage in tow, Alex follows Nicole and Rachel and several other guests into the hotel elevator.

Rachel slyly whispers to Nicole, “Alex has naughty uses of elevators.”

Nicole chuckles, “I think that’s actually my fault, I ADORE elevators. You are right, he is wicked, but in ways you have not imagined yet.” She reaches over and brushes the side of Rachel’s face with her fingers, trailing it down her neck, and lingering on her collar bone before leaning in her lips only a couple of inches away. “Maybe you have your own naughty ideas?”

Glancing nervously around the elevator at the other guests and Alex’s profile, Rachel fidgets and bridges the gap between their lips by some fraction. “Maybe,” she says, barely loud enough.

Nicole exhales a breath of warm air, “MAYbe?” she challenges. Her eyes narrow. Her look, dismissive.

“YES, maybe,” Rachel rushes forth. The gap narrows to almost an insignificant fraction.

Alex lopsides over to tell Rachel, “When Nicole says maybe it is just a polite no. I think you should be my ‘maybe means yes’ woman. Quick, we are almost on our floor, taste her. Nicole’s mine when we get to our suite. Mine first anyway.”

Rachel flinches and turns to look up at Alex, grabbing and hanging on to his arm, “yessss,” and flips back to land her mouth smack on Nicole’s lips. Their noses bump rather hard. Nicole almost instinctively pushes Rachel away as her lips are chewed. She changes the intent of her hands and instead, holds Rachel’s face steady, calm. The lip gnawing calms to lip rubbing to an introductory kiss.

“We’re here, ladies. Let’s take this inside.”

They enter the suite quietly. Nicole looks around the beautifully appointed space, giving Alex an approving smile.

“How many bedrooms?” she asks.

“Two.” Rachel answers.

Nicole slowly looks around some more, pretending to see the beautiful space but suddenly hit between the eyes with feeling as if she is a house guest.

“Both.” Alex answers.

In a split second, Nicole is on him, as if to make sure her claim. Alex wraps her around the circle of his arm and softly massages the nape of her neck with his other hand, forcing her to stare up at his face. His eyes sparkle into hers before kissing her whimpers.

“So good, Sweetheart, it was so good,” then he comes down, tasting her low, uneven gasps.

His voice soft, tender, knowing, “Do you want to know more, Nic?”

Nicole tightens her claim, searching for her voice but her head signals for more.

“Come here, Rachel, undress me.”

To prove her stake, Rachel comes right up behind Alex and proceeds to remove his jacket and tie with rather quite a bit of skill and familiarity. Before she proceeds with his shirt, Nicole starts undoing his buttons. Rachel races to lower her hands onto Alex’s belt; as if crossing the finishing line, she rips his zipper down.

Angling her face to clamp their lips tighter to quell the shock of being second, Nicole pushes his shirt off. Her hands feeling the warmth of the skin that is her cushion. When Alex looks down, Nicole is examining the red mark just above his sternum. Then she locks eyes with him, deliberate and dilated. He pets her hair and guides her mouth up. She licks the mark so, so gently. With Rachel’s assistance, he steps out of his shoes, pants, and underwear and reaches for her. Twisting her hair around his hand, he pulls her to standing.

Off balance and unsure, Rachel asks, “Do you want me to stay?”

Alex’s eyes catches hers, his voice so low, “You can’t figure that out Rach? You can’t?”

He pulls her closer by her hair and kisses her.

It is not a kiss of seduction, or lust, or fucking, or heat like the ones they shared the last few days. No, this kiss tastes of need for her, and as he pulled her tighter, Rachel pulled right back at him. And Nicole tuned into that need, sucking and biting at the mark as if to obliterate it with her own but Rachel’s taste and scent permeated into his skin and she could not help but lust for the new flavor and smell of his flesh.

Nicole rises up, craving more, nudging her lips against their tightly glued lips, trying to move in on the seal. Then just like that, the seal releases, and Alex is kissing Nicole too. He just moved so ever slightly and put part of his mouth on her lips, hard and fast, practically inhaling her as he pushes all three of them toward a burning core.

Alex asks himself, has a man ever been kissed with such simultaneous focus? Nicole lusting for him like it is their fifth date. And Rachel, Rachel, he is dizzy from her want of him.

The bursts of Alex’s need linger in her mouth. Rachel feels the slow shudder that seems to release something she’s been holding back when Nicole’s mouth joins theirs. She wonders to herself how she is the “other woman,” and yet the heat Alex exchanges with his wife is so completely undeniable.

Nicole thinks, how is it that her husband’s unremitting desire for this hot young thing is so strong he is emitting a new scent, and yet Nicole is pursuing him as if she is the new lover, wanting to know what it would be like to be with him.

The three of them, deep in their kiss, sense the world dropping away from them, when Nicole and Rachel simultaneously push their tongues into Alex’s mouth. They explore this richer mix of velvety buds on each other. Alex peels back once he feels the women’s tongues lapping, like discovering a new flavor of ice cream they’re falling in love with and competing with each other on who gets to eat more of it.

Alex moves behind Nicole and quickly renders her topless. His hands cupping her breasts while his fingers squeeze and pull her little hard nipples. His mouth moves instinctively to the nape of her neck but he stops himself. Instead, he moves his mouth just behind and below Nicole’s earlobe, the spot that made Rachel soft, so soft and quivering. He tells her while nipping the spot with his canines, “Rachel goes nuts when I do this to her.” His hands move up her ass under the skirt, lightly trailing on the surface of her ass cheeks. Nicole is kissing Rachel harder; she wants to discover if this is what Alex feels when he is kissing Rachel, this hot illicit arousal. Before she can be sure, Alex is pulling her away by her hips.

“Get down on your knees, Rach, or better yet, sit on your feet. Give Nic something to hold on to.”

“Yeah, Rachel, have a seat. Watch the show,” Nicole says in a sexy invitation.

Alex lifts Nicole’s ass up high by her hips and she folds down, her hands landing on Rachel’s shoulders, her mouth on her mouth. Then Alex is in her, in her deep, with his hand and fingers teasing her lightly. Except for the soft movements of his fingers, he doesn’t move at all, just holding Nicole tight against him. She is forced to come up for air; her hands gripping Rachel. Her need clenching around Alex.

Alex leans way down, taking advantage of Rachel’s available mouth, to kiss her long and hard as Nicole starts to thrust herself against him.

“That’s it, Nic. Rachel did all the fucking a few times. Fuck me, Sweetheart, fuck me like Rachel fucked me.”

Nicole wails. Her eyes wince; the corners of her mouth curl with pain. Her hips move with power. Alex’s breaths grow shallow and rapid. No. No, no, no. This is not going to be how it is. She slows down and reduces the force of her thrusts. Alex involuntarily juts himself forward to get more of her. Nicole shudders as she feels herself on the edge, but grits her teeth and sways and rotates her hips in a belly dance figure-eight. One direction. The other direction. She can feel Alex shaking, his control faltering. She gives Rachel an evil grin then utters a series of whimper, gasp, gasp, whimper, gasp, whimper, whimper. Alex groans louder. He succumbs and moves forcefully toward his primal urges. His thrusts so hard, his balls slap the crack of her ass.

Rachel watches the two of them. Wild, raw lust.

Nicole yanks Rachel up onto uneven feet, wrapping her arms around her for stability. The impact of Alex fucking Nicole now has two bodies with which to absorb the force.

Her voice hoarse and small, “Kiss me some more, Alex,” Rachel pleads.

Nicole’s teeth sink into the flesh on Rachel’s neck, below her ear, biting her hard so she can hang on but stumbles over edge, free-falling, accelerating, crashing. As Alex cranes his neck to find Rachel’s mouth, his lips seal hers, he loses himself into Nicole.

Have you ever had an orgasm that finishes without release of all the tension and built up desire of great foreplay. Climaxing, starting, needing to cross the finish line again.

The twist of the pretzel eases. Nicole stumbles forward, and then takes a few steps away, watching her husband and his new lover, both lost to the drum of their own hot blood and the tingle of their lips. Hypnotically, she watches Alex lean in to drink from Rachel’s moist, full mouth; her hungry, red lips eating his swollen lips in return. Nicole’s fervor is mixed with the crouching of her soul, the hissing of her brain. She is more conscious of Alex than she has ever been of him, of the throbbing of his jugular, the impatience of his fingers now searching between Rachel’s legs, the slight life of new stubble across his jaw. Nicole tears off her own skirt, leaps forward to add her own stoked hands to remove the obstacles covering Rachel’s body.

The three of them come to a sudden stop at the precipice, pause from the furious climb. Alex, whiplashed by the erotic high. Nicole, smashed to a wet mess. Rachel, seared with heat. It is only Rachel who manages to make a sound, a loud pant, a stiff plead that set Alex to take their hands, lead them to the master bedroom, and onto the bed.

“Now, Rachel, show Nic how maybe you have your own naughty ideas.”

“Maybe. But… but right now I can’t think, Alex, I just need ….you to…finish me off,” she pants.

Alex pulls Nicole further up on the bed, straddling her, he spreads her legs wide. Sweeping his arm around Rachel, he pushes her head down between Nicole’s legs.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Rachel, until you eat her ’til she cums.”

It is hard to figure who was shaking more, as Rachel finds her face and mouth and lips and tongue in the mystery of Nicole’s cunt. Nicole cries out at the clumsiness plowing into her and lighting up every nerve of lust. Her brain is fogged by dizzy whirling sensations; a continual pulsing cinched her entire body.

Alex comes around behind Rachel, pressing against her, his thighs hot. His hands squeeze her slightly soft hips before one hand slides down her stomach, straight down below the blonde curls to where she was hot, and sticky, and aching. He traps her legs tightly between his and tilts her ass up higher. Rachel shivers uncontrollably, trying to spread her legs; her voracious pussy begging to be fed. He looks at Nicole as she is near sobbing, unable to think, unable to breathe, wanting the sensations to stop. Wanting them not to stop. Catching Nicole’s eyes, he thrusts himself into Rachel.