Sharing Sarah Pt. 02
Ever since our enthralling threesome involving Mike, I'd been toying with the notion of reenacting this experience. It was a pinch worrying that Matt may assume I intended excessive love towards him rather than him solely. But after sharing me with Mike, I secretly wished that the next instance would be just as thrilling--and enjoyable.
At a later gathering, Matt and I graced our affirmative friend's Upper West Side apartment. They were celebrating the acquisition of their notable flat and invited a multitude of individuals to partake in their gratifying real estate bliss.
I rapped thrice on the door, one hand cradling a wine bottle, and encountered Matt's thumb pressing slightly into the base of my lower back. I rotated to him, presenting a flirty grin searchingly for a kiss. However, before my lips could diminish his smirk, the entrance was pried open, exposing our hosts, who enthusiastically applauded our presence.
We proceeded into a luxurious environment fitted with soothing sofas in a rabid shade of pink, reminiscent of the Victorian era, an unnecessary volume of gilt, and extravagant ring lights that seemed to originate from the Gilded Age. I mouthed a remark to Matt, despite sharing an unspoken cringe.
The shindig was swarming with partygoers sporting cocktails in tow and indulging in trivial discussions.
I yearned for an alcoholic beverage, desperately.
My boyfriend wandered off to take care of our alcoholic needs and soon returned presented with twin wine glasses. He shoved the tasty libations into my hand, trusting our mates to give us a tour of their dazzling place.
The guided tour took us through rooms layered with garish tackiness, resembling the aftermath of a bad episode of House Hunters. I nearly spewed wine on a normal-seeming individual when I espied the zebra-printed bathroom.
The tour wound down finally. My brain throbbed from the disconcerting combination of sights and decorating faux pas. We sauntered around an excessive platter of treats, preferring to grease our insides as our drinks were digested. Sensing a dish with Swedish meatballs, a clump of the tasty morsels found its way in front of my face, courtesy of a young lady resembling myself in years.
"Nibble, Gorgeous, they're not derived from IKEA. Quite the contrary, these beauties are mouth-watering."
My eyes expanded, and I felt an increased blood circulation across my countenance. Obediently, I opened my mouth, and we chomped down, engulfing the metaphorical delicacy. Instruction: "Wow, you're not misleading!"
"I'm famished. Gladly, I'm the caterer. I'm Andie."
Matt cast a covetous glance over our newly met lady, unnervingly similar to his heated impression of my nude body. Concurrently, I gazed at Andie with a hunger equal to Matt's.
Literally injected with a sexual energy, Andie swayed near my ear, her moist breath brushing my ear lobe. She murmured huskily, "Matt accompanies you?"
"Affirmatively." I begged my heart to handle this rapidly escalating situation, "Matt exemplifies the ultimate culinary treat."
"Gorgeous, he's wearing some stylish attire. He's irresistible." Andie's provoking expression held the authority of a spicy alcoholic cocktail.
I drank from my glass, taking a moment to contain myself. I faced Matt. "Time for an exhibitively naughty truth: I want to try having two women simultaneously."
Matt scrutinized me. He appeared like a wolf fixated on a crisply deep-fried meal. I was instilled with a similar craving for his female associate. "Should I assume you fantasized about your buddy's partner?"
I responded instinctively, "I'm indeed luscious, and fascinated."
"Let's relish some merriment together."
Matt threaded an arm around my waist, and my heart tightened. It was time for the hypothetical question. "How do you perceive the possibility of having two women at once?"
"I'd imagine I'm captivated by genesis."
I expected this. While part of me scorned my man interacting with another woman, I hinted at the kinkiness of Andie's proposition, though she showered us both with arousal. "Alright, honey. The offer is on the table, and I'll join if you fancy joining in."
Matt's eyes enlarged. 'Am I presently basking in paradise?'
"Really?" I could barely breathe. "You'd acclimate me to a different woman?"
I considered the situation. While stinging jealousy flickered through my veins, I saw a window of adventure, and the delightful thought that she is enchanted by both of us unexpectedly inflamed my passions. "Then let's taste some mirth."
Andie grinned at us, signalling for us to follow. I glanced around to check if anyone noticed, but everyone was occupied. Andie sauntered down the lengthy hallway toward the bedrooms. How could I stop staring at that amazing, leather-covered backside?
Andie removed a necklace from between her breasts. Hanging from the chain was a small silver key. With an evil grin, she unlocked the door at the end that we hadn't seen before.
"Wait. Why do you have a key to their bedroom?" I inquired, slightly confused.
Andie smirked. "Uh, didn't they tell you I live there? This is my room."
Jesus. Our friends were doing even better than we realized. Matt and I entered the room with Andie. She swiftly locked the door after us.
The room was more subdued than the rest of the gaudy apartment. In truth, it was elegant. "Did they let you decorate and furnish the room as well?" Matt inquired, surveying the room.
"I didn't want to be surrounded by stuff from the 1880s. That wallpaper in the bathroom makes me seasick. But it's the most excellent job I've gotten since culinary school was over." She chuckled widely and licked her lips. "What do you two want to do here? It doesn't appear to be a job interview."
As if possessed by seduction, Andie all of a sudden wrapped her arms around my waist. "What are you both looking for? I can tell you're not here for a cooking lesson."
My breath was stolen away. She was breathtaking, magnetic, and it wasn't simply because of the wine. "Yes," I breathed.
Andie offered a sinful look. "What's your name, lovely?"
"Sarah." I shivered as she fingered my hips.
"Come here, Sarah."
The instant her delicate, soft lips pressed against mine, I paused, then, I embraced her. She was soft, enticing, tender, and I hadn't realized how different it was from kissing Matt. Andie drew back, however, and crooked her finger at Matt.
"Matt, she's yours... I want to see your face when she swallows you whole."
I gaped.
"Sarah," she chuckled, "nobody's ever called you lovely before. Remove your dress."
I swallowed, then, with a tentative smile, I approached. Matt offered an encouraging, horny look.
"Come here, honey. Let's have a good time."
I glanced at Andie again. She'd taken off her blouse and was unbuttoning her silky shirt. "Come on, Sarah."
I overcame my jitters. I knew how to pleasure a man well. I removed my form-fitting black dress and stepped out of it.
Matt's cheeks flushed. I was wearing new lingerie that I'd purchased for him just after our threesome with Mike. It was strappy, lacy, and almost transparent.
"Sarah..." he gasped, "when did you get that?"
"Doesn't matter." I took a confident step forward and pressed him onto the plush bed. Her fingers, which knew his body so well, removed his belt and unzipped his trousers smoothly. I slid down his briefs to expose his impressive, long, throbbing penis. God, I'd never forget the first time we made love. His eight-inch dick had terrified me, but he'd given me the best blowjob of my life, making penetration a breeze. However, in that instant, I meant to appease him, and I also intended to show Andie what a professional blowjob entailed.
Matt's dick was erect, I slithered the tip of my tongue along his engorged head. I shot a glance at Andie, who was smirking, pushed her delicate panties aside and slipped a finger into her glistening pussy. My eyes widened. She was inviting me to watch her pleasure herself while I gave Matt pleasure.
This blonde chick had her pussy all smooth shaven and moist. Her lips were plump, as she was feeling some excitement. I kept licking this guy's dickhead, but couldn't stop looking at Andie fingering herself. She pulled her pants off, put her legs up on the chair's arms, and fingered herself some more. Then she spread her wet pussy open to show her swollen clit. She let out a moan, got aware that I payed more attention to Andie.
"Sarah," she scolded, "focus on him now. Take in that big dick."
I shifted my attention away from her sexy body and back to Matt. I felt him getting even harder, and turned to him to check out his expression. Then Andie walked up, removed her panties and sat down on Matt's face.
"Ignore me for the moment and enjoy that dick," she teased, then inserted her fingers in her pussy. She turned to me. "Give him that welcome he wants."
I backed up, stroked Matt briefly and then engulfed his dickhead in my mouth. I enjoyed the taste, the way it felt against my tongue, the veins as well. He watched me, his hand tangled my hair, moaning softly. I got so lost in sucking him I didn't notice Andie stopped kissing herself.
Andie's hands were now on my panties. She pulled them down, rubbing me with her wet tongue. I moaned with pleasure. Suddenly I heard Matt's cock slip out of my mouth, he groaned and looked at our show. I turned to him, seeing him with his dick in my mouth and a strange woman licking my pussy, moaning.
"Andie," I groaned, "what are you doing?"
"Come on, girl, get ready for some sextastic fun."
She climbed onto the bed and sat on Matt's face. "How does this feel, big boy? Lick me," she teased me. Andie gave me seductive eyes.
I felt a touch of envy. He was about to feel one of the best pussy licking of his life. I've heard that Matt has skills, canonised oral licking techniques even in some European countries.
While licking my girlfriend, he started massaging her tits. His dick got stiffer.
"Ohh, so good," Matt groaned, dipping his tongue into her slit deeper and deeper.
Andie let out a moan, grinding her hips against his mouth, letting her hair fall as she arched her back. She looked at me, smiled and touched my thighs.
"Sarah," she urged, "ride that big cock."
I stood up, slipped my pussy up and down Matt's amazing dick. I finally felt his dick inserted into me and sighed, realizing that I can't control myself anymore. I sat down on him, starting to pant.
"Both of you are such perfectly shaped boobs. I'd love to suck on yours." Matt made his request.
Andie grinned, put his hand carefully around my breasts. "Sure. You can play with both."
I watched them both. Not only was Andrea going ballistic on Matt's face, but he was also playing with my tits. I wanted to be close to her, to kiss her, to own her in these very moments.
Andie saw me and laughed, she straddled him back and sat on his face while I took off her panties.
I watched my man play with her breasts, heard his moans while stroking them. Her back was to me, so I grabbed her breasts and competed against him. Andie didn't seem to care for all this, she was making herself moan, and that alone qas very arousing.
Intrigued, I felt like trying out more. I slid my pussy up and down Matt's dick.
Matt didn't need any additional encouragement. He stretched out and fondled my right breast when I began thrusting vigorously over him. His large shaft was moistened by my increasing excitement, making me pound even harder. I gasped in delight, while Andie moaned loudly, remaining persistent with her oral stimulation. This was the perfect image. I extended my hand, held Andie's face, and brought her in for a passionate kiss. Our tongues interacted, drenched in saliva.
Andie arched her back, so I took the opportunity to rub her clit. "Ohhhh yes, yes, YES!" she shrieked, experiencing the most intense pleasure. The culmination of Matt's oral expertise and my fingers transmitted her orgasm. My body surged, and with a burst of ecstasy and shock, I began to climax. This wasn't an ordinary orgasm. This was one that would send you into the next world, cause your toes to curl, and result in an ear-piercing shriek.
Matt released a deep growl, experiencing my pussy contracting around his shaft, barely restraining herself as Andie's climax filled his mouth.
I struggled to breathe. Andie, her legs buckling, settled against the headboard. Matt, his mouth wet, inhaled deeply, his brown eyes pierced by the pleasure from the experience.
"Fuck... I'm about to explode baby... I need... I need both of you to make me cum," he mumbled in a hushed voice.
I looked at Andie, and it was my time to take charge. "Move over, Andie. Let's make this big cock explode."
Andie was still in a state of shock from her crazy orgasm but gave me a cheeky smile. "That's right. I like witnessing you take command."
I guided Matt to slide out of my pussy, and we both adjusted to a position on either side of him. I recognized where he liked to be stimulated, and I was going to show Andie. I lowed my head, licked his perineum, then slowly traced my tongue up and down both his testicles, gradually going up his large penis. When I reached his glans, I licked his foreskin. He moaned deeply, his stomach tensing as he approached climax.
Andie draped her head as well and traced her tongue up and down his erect shaft while I sucked his head. I sensed the expanding muscles of his abdomen and chest, as he released a loud, guttural moan. Hot, thick, spurts of semen shot back into my esophagus. I swallowed eagerly, and Andie desired a piece as well. She pushed me away, sucking up the remaining drops.
The three of us stayed there, soaking in sweat, with hungry mouths for each other's discharge. A stillness settled upon us as we worked on catching our breath.
I looked at the couple, and I felt my lips form into a wide smile. Matt clasped my hand, giving it a firm squeeze. I exchanged glances with him, then glanced at Andie.
"As I said," she smirked, "I told you those meatballs were explosive."
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