♥ The Massage (Part 3) ♥

Dustin upended the bottle of lube, spilling some over Meli’s gently wiggling backside before dumping the rest liberally over his cock. Moving forward, he pressed the tip of his shaft between his wife’s cheeks; Meli gave a contented moan into Rye’s sex, one hand moving back to spread herself open in order to help him line up correctly. With a clearer view, Dustin adjusted himself slightly, cockhead pressing firmly against her backdoor.

As soon as his tip breached her Meli arched her back, pushing herself deeper onto him and lifting her face free of Rye’s cunt to give a throaty moan - one which was suddenly cut off as the bunny girl leaned forward, catching the Velca’s face between her hands and going in for a kiss. Dustin rocked his hips slowly, not wanting to break off that intimate gesture by fucking his wife’s ass too hard, but at the same time getting lost in the sensation of her backside surrounding him.

Rye broke the kiss a moment later, leaning back and gently but firmly pushing Meli’s head back down once more. “C’mon nerd, I’m pretty sure there’s still some of Dusty you’ve got left to lick out of me,” the Rabyth woman said, winking at Dustin as she did so. Dustin grinned back, pushing deeper into Meli and earning a groan of delight from the Velca as he reached for Rye’s hand.

The bunny girl looked confused as Dustin took her hand, before squeaking as he pulled her upper body towards him - Meli locking her arms around the other woman’s lower half to ensure that her current oral treat wasn’t removed. Leaning forward over his wife, Dustin locked lips with Rye for a moment before letting her drop back as he savoured the faint taste of the engineer’s own juices still present from where Meli had kissed her moments earlier.

Meli rocked her hips back impatiently as Rye reclined once more, the brunette’s backside slapping into Dustin’s crotch and causing him to gasp at the tight heat surrounding him. “I think the nerd wants it a little har… oh fucking cogs Meli, right there… fuck fuck fff…Fuck!” Rye panted, moments before Meli pushed far enough away from the woman in front of her to glance back at Dustin. “Please, husband?” The Velca panted, dishevelled hair draping around a face glazed with Rye’s release.

Watching his wife’s ears flitter between arousal, need and adoration while she was so disassembled gave Dustin all the reasons he needed to answer her request. Grabbing on to her hips, he began to fuck her in earnest; at first she dipped back down to try and lap at Rye’s slit some more, but the speed and **** of the fucking rapidly drove her body upwards until she was clinging to the other woman in order to stay in place.

Rye wrapped her arms around Meli, sliding down as Dustin’s thrusts drove the scientist’s body towards her until their breasts pressed together. As soon as their faces were level, the bunny girl tugged the other woman’s head down as she leaned up for a kiss. Dustin let out a low growl at the sight beneath him, every thrust into his wife’s rear rocking both of his lovers forward on the soft mattress. He was dimly aware of the sensation of being watched, but his world was narrowed to the view of the first two women who’d wanted to be his - and the vice-like grip of Meli’s ass on his cock.

For what seemed like an eternity of pleasure he rocked his hips, driving his shaft deep into Meli before savouring the soft friction as he withdrew. The women beneath him moaned, one from the feeling of being filled, and the other from being so close to the intimacy Dustin shared with his wife. As eternity reached it’s end however, Meli’s breathing grew ragged, and Dustin knew she was close; sure enough, a few strokes more and she clamped her mouth to Rye’s, the bunny girl swallowing the Velca’s scream as Meli’s asshole twitched around Dustin’s shaft.

Looking down, Dustin saw the devilish look in Rye’s eyes a moment before things grew too intense for him. As Meli moaned her climax into Rye’s lips, the Rabyth woman slid her hand down the Velca’s side before dipping it between their bodies to stroke the orgasming woman’s clit. Already mid-release, the sudden additional stimulation caused the brunette’s body to lock up, her ass clamping down on Dustin like a vice as she was unexpectedly driven straight into a second peak.

The rippling, pulsing contractions as Meli’s body was overwhelmed by both his shaft and their mutual lover’s fingers proved all too much for Dustin. With a gasp, he bucked the last inch inside, hilting himself in the Velca’s tight rear. Meli’s moans grew louder as she felt his sudden orgasm painting her insides with his load through the aftermath of her own release, and beneath them Rye gave a chuckle - before flicking Meli’s clit once more, causing the pair to whine as their aftershocks were driven even higher.

Pulling out shakily as soon as his cock had stopped pulsing, Dustin rolled off the women, dropping to one side and panting heavily. Beside him, Meli shifted, rolling over so that she could curl into him without lying on Rye. The bunny girl meanwhile sat up, looking at where mixed fluids had coated her hand and wrinkling her nose as she did so. “Dusty, Meli, I really wanna curl up with ya so don’t go anywhere. Normally I’d just lick this up if ya spilled onto me - but given how you two were doing it, I think I’m gonna go wash my hands first if ya don’t mind. You two can just bask in the adoration of the audience in the meantime” she said, standing and heading towards the showers.

Shuffling somewhat upright on his elbows, Dustin realised what the bunny girl had meant about an audience. While Bleu, Emely and Sammie were still entwined in their own slowly moving tangle of bodies somewhere between orgy and cuddle-pile, Trea’k sat with one of her arms around Naera’s chest and the other dipped behind the plant girl’s back. The green-skinned woman’s eyes were lidded with arousal, and from where Dustin was lying he could see the evidence of Naera’s own release on her thighs - and on the fingers of the hand that she was still slowly working in and out of her cunt.

Trea’ks eyes were similarly heavy with lust, and judging by the low shudder she gave, dipping her face down to moan into Naera’s shoulder, the Vex’ess woman’s hidden hand was probably delving into her own body rather than supporting her partner. As Dustin watched, his insect lover’s body trembled as she got herself off; Naera meanwhile was clearly in the aftermath as she slowly moved from thrusting her fingers inside to just gently stroking her clit before ceasing all together.

Seeing him watching, the plant girl gave Dustin and Meli a smile before lazily drifting her hand up her body to suck one finger clean - shortly before coughing as she took it into her mouth a little too quickly and greedily in an effort to appear sexy. Trying her best to play off the self-inflicted gagging fit, Naera wiped her eyes with the back of her clean hand before glancing between Dustin and Meli - and Rye, who had just returned.

The Rabyth woman dropped back to the bed, the cold of her hand where she’d washed them making Dustin gasp as she curled into him. As the trio got comfortable, Naera freed herself from Trea’k’s embrace and staggered over on only somewhat shaky legs. “That was really, really hot to watch, ” she said, dropping down to lie above the three of them, her head next to theirs. Dustin grinned, turning his head to look between his wife and pair-partner, kissing their upturned faces as the trio snuggled closer together.

“Glad ya enjoyed the show Nae-nae,” Rye said, then chuckled. “Any chance of a snack sometime soon that isn’t Dusty or Dusty-adjacent flavoured? Much as I like blowing him or eating out as much as any of us, between the massage, the sex and the three-way I’ve burned a lotta calories and I’m ravished.”

Meli raised her head at that. “My husband only mildly ravished you, Rye. I think the word you were looking for was ravenous, or maybe famished? Either way, love, you’re right. Some food would be really good right now, and I know our cute chef always has something ready for us.”

Naera gave a noise that sounded rather like her whining that she didn’t want to get up (and in fact would quite like Dustin to let her stage a live action repeat of what Meli and Rye had just done with whichever of the other girls fancied taking either of the roles), but rose once more with a groan and stomped in the direction of the ambassadorial kitchen. Moments later, the smell of warm baking flooded the room; the scent so delicious that it caused Sammie to lift her face from between Bleu’s legs and glance around.

“Snack time?” the pilot said dreamily, then repeated herself with a little more **** as she moved her hand between the other woman’s thighs. “Snack time. You close bubbles, or shall we come back to this after food?” Bleu didn’t reply for a moment, Emely’s body shaking in her arms as she finished getting the fox girl off before turning her head to answer. “Enjoying myself but not close. Food does sound good, though I do want to resume afterward okay?” Dustin grinned at the Queri’s tone as Sammie chuckled and helped the others up, then stood himself and extended a hand to his wife and pair-partner. “Snacks all round,” he said softly, then, noting their expressions as he did so added “or maybe smiles.”