Aftercare with Elyse

Elyse groaned softly as she rolled her head back and let the water in my shower beat against her upper chest. It was coming down over my shoulder and I was sliding my hands, slippery with body wash up her stomach and sides to her cute little tits.

“This is fucking amazing,” she whispered, breaking into a little grin.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

She took one of my hands in her and lowered it down her body towards her pussy, directing my fingers to her labia as her grin turned playful and naughty. “Does that answer your question?” she asked, her eyes still closed.

I leaned in and kissed the side of her exposed neck, letting the water hit my back. “Yes and no,” I murmured into her ear, my fingers softly massaging her pussy like she wanted while I continued to ‘wash’ her side with the other. I pivoted around her a little, giving her lips a little kiss and then kissing the other side of her neck. She felt my cock, mostly soft but still a little chubbed up and hanging forward, brush against her stomach and she found it with both hands and gave it a playful stroke. “Seriously, Elyse,” I said. “How are you feeling about downstairs? The sex, the scene. Doing it in front of the others. The fact that I came inside of you?”

She opened her eyes and looked at me, blinking once as she focused. “I am completely happy,” she said. “It was amazing. Every part of it. I’m still tingling in my toes a little, and I might be fucking high. Is your cum a stimulant? Cause I feel like I’m fucking high.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “No, as far as I know, my cum isn’t a stimulant.”

“So I can’t OD on it?” she asked, smirking again as she started to stroke my cock, obviously intent on teasing back its hardness.

“No, you can’t,” I said, letting go of her body and catching her wrists in my hands, pulling them away from my cock and spreading them out to our sides. “But I’m not playing with you again until after we do a proper check-in.”

She breathed in deeply through her nose, her eyes fastened on mine, and let it out slowly. “What do you want me to say?” she asked.

“I don’t want you to say anything specific, I want you to tell me what you’re feeling,” I said.

“Shane,” she said. “What I’m feeling is on cloud nine, OK? Your cock inside me, you fucking me, your hands all over me - it was all amazing. I want more. Lots and lots more. I feel emotionally safe and **** with you, and honestly, I want to sleep over here tonight because God I want to wake up to you fucking me, but I know I can’t do that at least because the girls would either get just a little judgy or a little jealous, or probably a bit of both. So since I can’t do that will you please trust me that I’ll tell you if something gives me the ick or makes me uncomfortable?”

I pursed my lips. “I’m being a bit much, aren’t I?”

“A sweet, caring man, but yes, a bit much,” she said. “We aren’t kids. Trust us, trust me, when we say something the first time. OK?”

“OK,” I said.

She stepped forward just a little, my cock pressing against her belly and his nipples grazing my abdomen as she looked up at me with a smile, but then her expression turned thoughtful. “How are you doing?” she asked. “Is the twenty questions routine because you’re projecting?”

“I’m-” I started, but stopped myself to really think about my answer. I had to give her the courtesy of that when it was what I was kind of demanding in return. “I’m extremely grateful that I get to experience this with you and the others. And I’m still a little shocked that the three of you want to do this, and with me. And… I’m getting a weird feeling of Deja Vu.”

“Because you’ve showered with a cute blonde with little tits who desperately wants more of your cock?” she asked with a playful smirk and quirk of her eyebrow.

“No,” I said. “Because the first time I did this ‘sex D&D’ thing I was your age. And that both makes me feel young again, but also reminds me I’ve got a whole generation between us.”

“And what if that’s one of the many things I like about this?” she asked. “Wait - you started Sex D&D when you were our age? Does that mean- Ho-ly Fucking Shit.”

“Um,” I said dumbly, realising that I’d given away a lot more information than I intended.

“You do this with your regular group,” Elyse guessed. “Like, your regular game is The Game. With Rhia’s parents. You bang Rhia’s mom. You’ve been banging Rhia’s Mom for like, a couple decades.”

I couldn’t find words. I couldn’t refute it, and I didn’t want to confirm it.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Elyse said and then bit her lip. “Fuck, Melissa is hot as hell for a suburban Mom. Dude, that’s so awesome. And I guess her Dad is OK with it? And the other couples? Fuck!”

“You don’t find it…?” I asked, not sure which descriptor to fill in. Weird? Disgusting? Deviant?

“I think it’s fucking awesome,” Elyse said, slipping her wrists from my hands and raising hers to put them flat on my chest. “You have amazing, long-time friends who you have a deep, personal connection with. Deep connections, based on this dick.” She grinned, scrunching up her nose as she said it. “If I can have friendships like that, I’ll be a happy woman for the rest of my life.”

I let out a sigh, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close into a full-body hug. “As long as the others feel the same way, you’ll have it, Elysa,” I said. “I can’t wait to get to know you better and better.”

She hugged me back, pressing her cheek to my chest and taking a deep breath. “This might be the best fucking relationship I’ve ever had and we aren’t even dating or seeing each other,” she said. “Thank you for being my Dungeon Master.”

I chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “Careful who you say that to in the future, it has a very different connotation in the kink space.”

“Mmm, lock me up and flog my ass, Dungeon Master,” she chuckled.

“You dirty, dirty girl,” I murmured.

She pushed away from me a little, looking up at me. “Kiss me, Dungeon Master?” she asked quietly.

I kissed her, soft and sweet, leaving her lips smiling happily.

“Now, may I please suck your cock, Dungeon Master?” she asked.

“Only if I can eat you out after, naughty girl,” I said.

“Yes. Please,” she grinned, and I helped her slide down to her knees.

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