Chapter 7: An old friend is back.....on her back!
The weekend arrived with the cheerful honk of a taxi, and Char flew down the driveway to embrace Amy in a whirlwind of laughter and lingering perfume. They spent the afternoon curled on the patio, the deep, familiar cadence of their conversation effortlessly picking up where it had left off months before, Char eagerly recounting the wild details of Bill and Abby’s visit. "Tom’s stuck at the Pentagon today, but we are so happy you’re here for a few days," Char said, squeezing her friend’s hand. He finally came home late, the scent of jet fuel and long hours clinging to his uniform, but his tired eyes lit up when he saw Amy. He enveloped her in a crushing hug that lifted her off her feet, his hands spanning her back. After a quick shower, he returned dressed in soft jeans and a t-shirt that stretched across his chest. The girls had prepared a beautiful meal of seared scallops and roasted asparagus, which they enjoyed amid easy laughter and the clinking of wine glasses. They moved to the plush lounge for more talk, the conversation flowing as freely as the second bottle of rich Cabernet. Soon, yawns began to punctuate the stories, and it was unanimously declared time for bed. "I plan to sleep in since it's Saturday, watch some football, do a few chores, then join you girls at the pool for some sun," Tom announced, stretching. Amy’s guest suite was just down the hall from the master bedroom, beautifully appointed and private. They exchanged warm goodnights, and the house settled into a quiet darkness. Later, nestled in their bed, Tom and Char talked in hushed tones. "I am so glad Amy is here," Char whispered, her head on his chest. "I have so missed her, and you too, Tom, you've missed her, right?" He grinned into the dark. "Hell yes I've missed her and having her here in our bed so many times, hot times indeed." "Well then," Char said with a wicked gleam in her eye he could feel more than see, "why don't I go down to the guest suite and ask her if she'd like to join us for the night?" Tom smiled and said, "Go, do it, see if she'll join us!"
Char slipped from their bed, the cool hardwood floor a shock against her bare feet as she padded silently into the darkened hall. She paused outside the guest room, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, then raised her hand and knocked softly on the polished wood. "Amy, are you still awake?"
"Yes," came Amy's soft voice from within, slightly muffled. "Please, come in."
Char entered and sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with her weight, and took Amy's hand in the dim light filtering through the window. "I was wondering if you'd like some company for the night and join me and Tom," Char whispered, her thumb stroking Amy's knuckles. "I promise you'll have a good sleep and some very sweet dreams!"
"Oh Char, I hoped you'd come to me and invited me in with you guys!" Amy's reply was a breathless exhalation of relief and desire. Char led Amy by the hand to the master bedroom, their intertwined fingers a tangible current of shared anticipation. As they entered, Tom said, "Welcome back, Amyes!" his voice a low, warm rumble in the shadowy room. She and Char quietly got in bed, one on each side of Tom, the sheets cool against their skin. The room was transformed into a warm, inviting, sensually charged atmosphere as Char reached across Tom's belly, taking Amy's hand and guiding it over as both their hands contacted Tom's huge 9-inch erection. "Remember this, Ames?"
"Sure do," Amy replied quickly, her fingers curling around his hot, rigid flesh, a shiver running through her arm. "It feels just like home!" Tom groaned, the sound deep and visceral, as his hips arched up into their combined grip. "Fuck, I've missed these hands on me," he growled, his own hands moving to cradle the backs of their heads. He drew Char into a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, then turned and did the same to Amy, sharing their taste between them. Char’s mouth trailed down his chest, her tongue flicking over a nipple, while Amy’s lips found the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock. She licked a long, slow stripe from his balls to the tip, then took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. "Suck my dick, Amy," Tom commanded, his voice rough, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Get it nice and wet for what's coming." Char watched, her own breath catching, then shifted to kiss Amy, tasting Tom's precum on her friend's lips. "My turn," Char murmured, her blue eyes dark with lust, and she lowered her head to take over, swallowing him to the root. Tom’s whole body tensed, a guttural "Christ!" tearing from his throat as he watched his wife's blonde head bob in his lap. "Both of you, on your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument, the authority of a pilot taking control. They scrambled to obey, positioning themselves side-by-side before him, two beautiful, willing mouths open and waiting. He guided his slick, purple head back and forth between their lips, smearing their gloss and saliva, painting their faces with his need. "You're both such perfect fucking sluts for this cock," he grunted, thrusting gently into Char's mouth, then pulling out to push into Amy's.
He fed his length into Amy’s waiting mouth, feeling her throat convulse around him, then withdrew, glistening and slick, to slide back between Char’s eager lips. This filthy, wet exchange continued until his balls were tight and aching, a groan rumbling deep in his chest. "Enough," Tom finally growled, pulling his cock free from Char’s suction with a wet pop. He shifted his weight, rolling onto his back amidst the tangled silk. "I'm going on my back and want Amy to ride me cowboy so we can watch her take all of me deep up inside as she rides me."
Amy didn’t need a second invitation, her eyes dark with raw hunger as she swung a leg over his hips, positioning her dripping wetness above his throbbing erection. She reached down, guiding his massive, slick head to her entrance, notching it against her swollen folds. "Fuck me, Tom, give me every inch," she breathed, her voice husky and desperate. Then she sank down, a sharp, guttural cry tearing from her lips as he stretched her open, the thick, veiny shaft burying itself deep inside her clutching heat.
Char moved closer, her bright blue eyes wide, watching the hypnotic rhythm of her friend’s body consuming her husband. Amy began to move, a slow, deep roll of her hips that made Tom’s breath hitch, his hands gripping her thighs. "That's it, take it all you hungry slut," he grunted, his gaze locked on where their bodies joined. She rose up, his cock sliding almost all the way out, gleaming with her juices, before plunging back down, sheathing him completely in a single, smooth stroke that made them both cry out.
Her rhythm became a frantic, pounding cadence, her full breasts swaying with each desperate bounce. "Fuck me, Tom, just like that!" she screamed, her back arching as Char's fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, furious circles. Char’s other hand pinched and pulled at Amy’s rigid nipples, driving her higher. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come all over your fucking cock!" Amy wailed, her inner muscles fluttering around his shaft. Tom’s hips pistoned upward to meet her plunges, his groans becoming ragged. "Where do you want it, Amy? Tell me where you want my load!" he grunted, his voice strained. "Inside me! Fill my pussy up with your hot cum, Tom, please!" she begged, her body trembling on the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, a raw, screaming convulsion that milked his length. That fierce, clutching rhythm pulled his own climax from him, a searing flood that pulsed deep into her core. "Oh my god, you guys are so fucking beautiful together," Char moaned, her own hand working between her legs as she watched them peak. Amy collapsed forward onto Tom’s chest, spent and breathing in ragged gasps. After a moment, she rolled onto Char’s side, kissing her deeply before turning to share a slower, softer kiss with Tom. Char then pushed Amy gently onto her back, spreading her legs wide. She lowered her face into Amy’s slick, used pussy, lapping up the mixture of Tom’s cum and her juices. She gathered a mouthful of the warm, salty load, then leaned up to kiss Amy, pushing it into her mouth. Amy swallowed it all greedily, a final, contented sigh escaping her lips. It was passionate, hot, lascivious, horny, libidinous, licentious, lecherous and completely aroused and wonderful!
Tom’s breath was still ragged as Amy collapsed against the sheets, her body glistening and spent. He turned his head, his gaze locking onto Char’s hungry blue eyes, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face. "Your turn, baby," he growled, his voice thick with possession. He rolled his powerful body over, pinning Char beneath him on the damp silk, the scent of their mingled sweat and sex heavy in the air. His still-hard cock, slick from Amy’s pussy, nudged insistently against her thigh. "You been watching this whole time, getting yourself all wet for me?" He didn’t wait for an answer, driving into her with a single, brutal thrust that stole the air from her lungs. Char’s back arched, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as he filled her completely, the stretch a familiar, welcome burn. "Fuck yes, Tom! Right there!" she screamed, her nails digging into the muscles of his back. He set a punishing rhythm, each deep plunge jolting through her, the bedframe groaning in protest. Amy stirred beside them, her hazy eyes watching Tom’s powerful ass flex as he ruthlessly fucked his wife. "God, look at him go," Amy murmured, her hand drifting between her own legs again. Tom reached back, his fingers tangling in Amy’s hair, pulling her closer to the violent, wet junction of their bodies. "Watch what I do to her," he commanded, grunting with each thrust. "Watch her take this fucking cock." Char’s moans escalated into broken, mindless pleas, her body hurtling toward another shattering peak. The raw, slapping sound of skin on skin filled the room, a brutal counterpoint to their ragged breathing. "I'm gonna come, Tom, don't stop!" Char wailed, her internal muscles clamping down around his shaft. Her climax triggered his, a guttural roar erupting from his chest as he poured into her, his hips pumping his release deep inside. The intense, convulsing pressure around his cock, the sight of Char completely unraveling beneath him, and Amy’s enthralled gaze proved too much. AMY SCREAMS LOUDER.