A blowjob, of course

You groan as your eyes open, pumping your load into a warm, waiting mouth. The feeling is so great that your back arches off the bed in pleasure. You relax as the mouth, hidden under both sheets and a blanket, continues to milk you past completion. Unfocused, your head lolls to the side and you see an absolutely lovely sight: Mary, your coworker, looking enviously at the clump near your crotch.

You stare at your newest conquest, whose eyes flicker up to meet yours, but she shuts them immediately as if to pretend that she is still asleep. You snake your right hand around her while looking to your left at your alarm clock, which reads 7:00 a.m. That makes sense to you, because after round 3 with Mary last night, the two of you were far too exhausted to even clean up thoroughly, much less have Mary drive herself home.

Something strikes you as odd. You perk up, looking around, and realize something truly unexpected: your room is much cleaner than it was than when you collapsed from fatigue. Your clothes that were left in a pile are now folded up nicely, the blanket that covered you last night has been swapped out for your spare, and there’s a distinct scent of an air freshener in the air. This leads you to one possible conclusion: Carrie cleaned up after you last night.

You chuckle and reach below to gently caress Carrie’s hair, giving your universal nonverbal signal for her to halt her ministrations. She disengages from your dick and readjusts your underwear to cover your crotch, then she crawls up to your left side. There’s not quite enough room for her to squeeze in, forcing you scooch to the right so that you come into contact with Mary, which you’re positive is by design.

You lean into Carrie to whisper to her, “Thanks for cleaning up after us last night. I know you probably didn’t, but I’m imagining that you cleaned up after us in your slutty maid outfit.”

“Damn,” Carrie swore quietly. In your opinion, your girlfriend thinks that Mary is still asleep, and thus, is trying not to wake her up. “You’re right. I should have brought it over. Or maybe I should get a wardrobe here, and keep it stocked full of slutwear for easy access.”

“Perhaps,” you state thoughtfully. “Though I must, I’m not sure I’d be able to resist the urge to peek into your big wardrobe of sexiness, and that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

“Quite possibly,” Carrie agrees as she turns to lie her head on your shoulder, her favorite relaxing position. It causes your shoulder cramp up over long periods of time, but it’s worth it to feel the love of your life curled up next to you, sharing space in an intimate manner.

As Carrie rests her head upon your body, her eyes dart across your chest to lock onto Mary. You turn to see exactly what Carrie is looking at, and you head shifts to see Mary with her eyes open once more. Mary blushes again, but this time she doesn’t try to hide getting caught. Instead, she just readjusts herself so that she’s lying on her left side facing towards the two of you and speaks.

“To be honest, I forgot how physically affectionate the two of you are together.”

“Yup!” Carrie confirms, smiling happily. “In my opinion, you should always maximize your physical touching with whomever you sleep with. It’s one of my tenets of a successful romantic relationship.”

“Carrie has a lot of them,” you try to helpfully explain to your guest. “It’s one of her most important tenets, along with being honest about your desires, being willing to discover new experiences together, and copious amounts of oral sex.” You pause for a beat and Mary’s expression indicates that she thinks you’re joking.

“He’s not kidding,” Carrie interjects to add to the discussion.

“Nope,” you confirm. “Personally, I think that copious amounts of oral sex should fall under being physical affectionate, but apparently not.”

“Wow,” Mary states. “I must admit, a very small part of me was worried that this swinging session would impact your relationship negatively. But it seems like my worries were entirely unfounded.”

“Well, we do have some experience with it. Not a ton, mind you, but a couple of times,” Carrie informs.

“John did mention to me that the two of you have a threesome with Helen, Ted’s wife.”

“Did he now?” Carrie asks, giving you a playful smack on the stomach in the process.

“Don’t worry,” you add. “I won’t tell anyone else that we fucked. It’ll be our filthy little secret.”

“Good,” Mary says with a visible sigh of relief. “Not that I expected you two to go about blathering your mouths, but I’d still prefer it not get out that I enjoy the company of men besides my husband. Christ, I can’t even imagine what James would think if he knew the specific details of last night. I mean, three times in one night.”

“And we will be discrete, most assuredly,” Carrie speaks. “But I don’t think you should underestimate your husband. After all, being honest about your desires…”

“Is paramount in a successful romantic relationship,” you finish.

“Correct,” Carrie says, a proud smile on her face.

The three of you sit in silence for a couple minutes, before Mary finally speaks up once more, “What time is in anyway?”

Carrie beats you to the punch and answers Mary, “Just past 7. I got home around midnight, and the two of you were already conked out by the time I got here.”

“Shit,” Mary swears as she hurriedly gets out of bed. “I didn’t realize it was so close to when we’re expected to be in the office.”

“Don’t worry,” Carrie soothes, getting out of bed as well. “You’ll have plenty of time to run home to get a change of clothes before work.”

“It’s not just that,” Mary states, blushing as she averts her gaze. “I wanted some private time with James as soon as possible.”

“What? I didn’t satisfy you enough?” you reply with a mock pout.

Mary gives you a flat look before answering, “No, but I was online looking up tips and tricks for swinging, and one of the recommendations was to let your husband ‘reclaim’ you after the session.” Mary walks over to her folded up clothes to redress. “I wanted to give James that opportunity last night, but it’s already too late for that.”

Carrie walks up to your coworker to place a hand on her shoulder, “It’s okay. You’ll have plenty of time to talk to your husband, which is the most important thing that you need to do next. But you definitely take a shower before you leave here.” You nod in agreement, you can’t imagine how you would feel if Carrie came back home smelling of sex with another man.

Mary nods at Carrie’s suggestion and puts her clothes back down. Carrie leads Mary to your bathroom, turning to look at you. She turns her head towards you to mouth ‘I got this’ to you and that is enough for you to trust that she’ll know exactly what to say while the two of them are in your bathroom. And to be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if Carrie tries to pump Mary for information about last night, as Carrie didn’t have a video stream last night like she had for Natalie.

After about five minutes of lying there bored, you get out of bed, stretching out as you do so. You turn off your alarm and put on some pants, so you don’t wander around your apartment mostly naked. You head out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee for the three of you. You sit down at the table that serves as the dining room table and relax, reminiscing on last night. Last night was almost indescribable, with an incredible amount of sexual chemistry with Mary that matched the platonic chemistry that you developed as work colleagues. And you know that it won’t be the last time you fuck Mary, even if James ends up regretting sending his wife to you without having any reciprocal sex with Carrie.

You chuckle as you realize you didn’t even consider the possibility of Carrie having sex with James. She said she wouldn’t, but a small part of you was slightly paranoid that she’d find it a worthy trade to sacrifice herself to ensure that you got to have sex with Mary. You wonder how she did it. Physically overpowering him seems extremely risky, and while Carrie works as a yoga instructor with a firm and fit body, James could probably beat her in a fight. You could see Carrie drugging him, whether by feeding him booze until he passed out or by slipping him a roofie. As long as she didn’t actually take advantage of him, it was fine, right?

The coffee machine dings, and you turn and pour yourself a cup, along with two others for Mary and Carrie. You sip at your cup idly, while fantasizing about a fivesome between Carrie, Mary, Natalie, Helen, and you. At a certain point, it’d become crowded would end up more akin to an orgy, with pairs splitting off to spend some quality time together. Not that you’ve ever been in an orgy before. But you’re sure Carrie has, and she’ll know all the tips and tricks to maximizing the pleasure in a fivesome.

Your bedroom door crashing open breaks your reverie, and you see Mary storm out swiftly. “Mary,” you say. “What’s wrong?”

Mary looks at you for a moment, before averting her eyes and muttering, “See you at work, John.” She resumes her stride and exits your apartment without another word.

You don’t stand there bewilder too much longer, as Carrie tentatively exits your room, leaning against the frame. You turn to her and hear her speak, her despondent tone striking you immediately.

“John…I messed up. I messed up badly.”

You rush over to your girlfriend and pull her into a comforting hug, as she silently hugs you back. She stays there a significant time, and it’s not until at least five minutes later that Carrie finally pulls away from you.

“What happened? Are you okay?” you ask as you look down at your beautiful girlfriend.

“Yeah. I’m just worried that I might have ruined any future potential relationship between you and Mary,” Carrie responds quietly.

“Don’t worry, we can fix this,” you reply, despite not having a clue what went wrong. “What happened, anyway?” you ask.

Carrie stays silent for a moment, and you think that she won’t answer you, but she finally speaks. “Ask Mary, you deserve to hear it from her, and not from me. If I told you, it might cloud how you think.”

You don’t know how to respond to that, so you stand there, looking at Carrie who refuses to meet your eyes. Finally she speaks again, “I should head out, and try to think of sometime to fix my mistake.” You want to argue with her that she should stay and work together, but a look in her eyes tell you that this is what she needs right now, a little alone time to center herself. You nod solemnly and give her another hug and kiss her head.

“I love you,” you murmur, and thankfully, you hear a “Love you too,” in response. Carrie exits your grasp and walks out the front door of your apartment, and suddenly you’re alone, a vast departure from waking up with two women in your bed.

You sit down on the couch and try to think of just what could have happened in the shower between Carrie and Mary. For the next fifteen minutes you mindlessly commit to your morning routine, grabbing breakfast and showering, before you decide that it is time to go to work.

You have no idea how it is going to be, but it looks like if you want answers, you’ll have to talk to Mary.