Haven't felt like this, my dear, since I can't remember when

Mary’s face flushed scarlet. When she initiated sexual contact with her husband, she wasn’t expecting Nick to take this approach, of all things.

“Are… are you sure about this?” She stammered as Nick slowly worked her incredibly short shorts down thighs that were, if she was being honest, probably too thick to be wearing such tight clothes. But it wasn’t like she had a choice in the matter.

“Is there a problem?” Nick looked up at his wife with a completely sincere, innocent expression on his face.

When he looked at her like that, Mary didn’t really know how to respond.

The two of them had moved to the bed, Nick’s bed, and Nick had guided her down to sit on it. She had initially expected him to join her, but he remained on the floor- it was only when he started to remove her cowboy boots that she realized what he was after.

“Mary,” Nick said, gazing up into her eyes, “I told you, today what I wanted to do was pamper you, remember?”

Mary blushed and nodded slowly.

“Well,” Nick continued, “just because things got a little off track, that hasn’t changed anything for me. Understand? I know that we had a chaotic night, and I know things didn’t go how either of us planned, but now that we’re together, I want to pamper you like you deserve.”

Mary bit her lip. She knew what he was saying, she got it… but at the same time… he couldn’t blame her for being embarrassed! This… this wasn’t something that she was used to.

She didn’t even have much experience being on the giving end of oral sex, let alone receiving it! When it came to lovemaking, Mary was far more of a “giver”. (At least until the actual sex happened, and then it became much more about how much pleasure she could receive, but that was an entirely different matter of course.)

So Nick being the one to service her, for a change, left her paralyzed with uncertainty, excitement, and a non-insignificant amount of confusion as she trembled on the mattress and let him slowly work her clothes off piece by piece.

Meanwhile, off on the sidelines, Holly was stuck in a bit of a pickle herself. As hot as it was watching Nick give Mary pleasure, and as much as she was anticipating when things would go past that point, she wanted more! She wouldn’t be able to orgasm unless Nick’s partner- in this case, Mary- gave her permission. Which normally wasn’t a problem, unless one of them forgot. But she couldn’t exactly bring it up right now, because tonight was supposed to be about Nick and Mary!

So she was stuck between her own desires, and those of her friends.

A not uncommon position for Holly to find herself in, if she was being perfectly honest.

Holly licked her lips and rubbed her legs together. Nick had at least had the presence of mind to allow her to remove her chastity belt, which was good. But right now, it almost felt like a different form of torture, because she knew in the back of her mind that no matter how much she touched and pleasured herself, her satisfaction would be permanently locked behind Nick and his partner having the awareness to allow her to orgasm.

Thus was the sex life of Holly Anderson.

Mary’s face was red and her lips were quivering. Nick had already gotten her shorts off, and now her panties were halfway down her legs. Her nether regions were exposed to the chill of the room, and while that normally should have embarrassed her, she found herself more excited than anything.

She shouldn’t have, she really shouldn’t have! B-but… it was impossible to ignore the reality of the situation.

I didn’t think I was the kind of girl who could get excited by this! Mary thought, questioning her entire sexual history up until this point. (An admittedly short history, however.)

Mary had always believed that it was her duty to provide pleasure to her husband. This tended to manifest in different ways. Whether through giving him a blowjob or a handjob, or allowing him even to use her breasts to get off, and of course, all manner of actual sexual intercourse designed to pleasure him. Due to her transformations she was stricken with a high libido, and so doing all of this delighted her- in Mary’s eyes, the bliss from regular sex was her reward for properly satisfying her partner’s needs as she so often did.

But this…

This was different.

As Mary felt her lower lips engorge with heat and begin to moisten, she understood that it wasn’t because of the joy she felt over doing something for someone else. No, not at all. She was being aroused purely from her own sexual desire.

“Hyiee!” Mary stifled a gasp as Nick’s finger brushed against her pussy. It sent a spark of pleasure through her body that made her twitch and jerk and dig her fingernails into the bed, but it still wasn’t nearly enough.

I’m feeling so good… because… because he wants me to feel good, she realized as she began to get used to her husband’s touch. Mary seldom masturbated even with her high libido; she much preferred the pleasure of penetrative sex. Sex had always been a way for her to bond with the man she loved, and if Nick wasn’t present, she hardly even saw the point.

But this…

This was Nick pleasuring her with his hands, and-

“AAhhhhnnnn!” Mary’s thoughts were disrupted by the feeling of her husband’s finger press against a sensitive spot inside of her, and light flickered through her eyes. She felt like a computer getting reset for a second, before clarity returned to her mind.

“Ha… w-wait…” she gasped out, looking down at Nick. To her relief he stopped immediately and stared back up at her.

Through the heat of Mary’s gaze and the fog of her arousal it looked to her like Nick was waiting patiently for her like a sweet little puppy. What a bizarre mental picture for her mind to be painting! And yet, she thought it was an apt comparison.

Her puppy, her sweet, beloved puppy, the man she loved so dearly and was trying to pleasure her however he could.

He’d already gone through so much tonight, but even so, he knew that she had gone through a lot herself. Mary was so unused to putting her own needs first that at the moment, she wasn’t even thinking about how awful it had been to be chained up in that dungeon, she was only thinking about her husband and what he needed.

So why was she so surprised that he thought the same about her?

“Just… just give me a second,” Mary pleaded with him, struggling to catch her breath. Her face was so hot and she felt so humiliated… she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of, but the fact that he was touching her like this and giving her so much pleasure…

It just wasn’t fair! She needed a chance to regain her composure! That was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? So why was her husband being so… so cheeky?!

Mary’s heart was racing in her chest. Nick had only been touching her for a few seconds, a minute at most, and yet she was already nearly on the brink of orgasm! Her mouth was dry and she pressed her lips together tightly, and looked down at her husband with a pleading expression on her face.

“I… please,” she whispered to him, her eyelids heavy. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one… feeling this way… is it?”

Nick said nothing. He just stared up at her in quiet contemplation, like he was seriously judging what she was trying to tell him.

“…Maybe not,” he admitted. But he didn’t move his hands from where they rested on her thighs, right before the delta of her sex. Mary was keenly aware of their presence, feeling the heat of his sweaty palms through her skin, and her heart just kept right on racing away as she trembled, looking down at him.

“Th-then… are you sure?” Mary glanced away bashfully, feeling sheepish even asking what she wanted to ask him. “About… about this… about me… are you sure?”

Mary wanted more of that amazing feeling. She wanted to keep feeling Nick’s fingers on and inside of her for the rest of her life.

But the good girl in her needed to ask anyway.

She had to check with him.

To make sure it was okay that she was getting all the pleasure and he wasn’t getting any.

That was the right thing to do, after all!

And to Nick, it was the cutest thing in the world.

“Am I sure that I want to please my wife?” Nick asked with cheeky sarcasm. “I don’t know, I really never thought about it… huh… do I want to please my wife? Weeeelllllll…”

He tapped his fingers against her thighs as he stretched out his words, driving Mary completely up the wall.

“OKAY!” She exclaimed, digging her nails into the mattress in frustration. “You’ve made your point! Okay?”

Irritation wasn’t the word to describe what she was feeling right now. Impatience was closer, but that wasn’t quite it either.

The closest comparison that Mary could make to her current feeling was that she felt like she was missing a part of herself, and that she couldn’t reclaim that lost part until she felt her husband’s hands on her again.

Looking down at him, her face flushed with desire and her heart pounded in her chest. This was what she wanted, she wanted it so badly, and she knew that he could see how badly she wanted it.

Her tongue darted out past her lips and she trembled. Her face burned with shame, because she knew how desperate she must look right now.

Mary was looking down at him. For most people, they would see the situation as her firmly being the one in control of the situation, having all the power. But the truth was, Mary being above Nick changed nothing. She may have been looking down at him, but he was looking UP at her, and there was nowhere she could hide from his gaze as he devoured every part of her body with his eyes. Her top was gone; discarded when she wasn’t paying attention, no doubt flung away by her own hands in the heat of her earlier pleasure. So she sat there, completely exposed to her husband’s gaze, milk-engorged breasts rising and falling with each frantic breath she took.

“N-Nick… it… it’s okay now,” she mumbled, raising her hand to her mouth to cover the eager grin that refused to leave her face. Her eyes slid away from his, like she could pretend he couldn’t see her as long as she couldn’t see him. “You can… keep going.”

Nick didn’t need any further encouragement. He pushed his fingers forward and spread Mary’s lips, feeling the heat coming off of her.

As Mary felt Nick’s breath against her lower body, she let out another squeak and bit down on her wrist out of shame. It was so humiliating! He could see everything, it was impossible for her to hide from her husband’s gaze. He could see for himself how aroused she was, her lower lips were literally drooling!

And…

A part of her found it so fucking hot.

Then she felt something warm, wet, and insistent press against her, and a bolt of pleasure unlike anything she’d felt so far tonight shot down her spine.

“AH!” Mary swore her back just about broke in two as she snapped her head back, and got an excellent view of the suite’s golden ceiling. At least when she could actually see, of course. Her vision was coming and going as flashes of pleasure shot up before her eyes, and she trembled like a leaf as her husband serviced her.

Nick had said that tonight was all about her pleasure. Well, if there was one thing Mary hated, it was a liar, and he was certainly making absolutely sure that she didn’t think of him as one!

Mary wailed and cried and moaned and quivered as Nick’s tongue moved inside of her, pressing up against all the sensitive spots that his fingers had found earlier. If you had told Mary before tonight that her husband was going to use his tongue to pleasure her, she might have wondered what would be the point.

After all, did someone’s tongue really feel better than their fingers? It didn’t make any sense to her chaste sensibilities.

Whelp. She could feel the difference now. And while she was too overwhelmed by pleasure to properly articulate why it felt different, it absolutely fucking did, and the difference was exquisite! Sensations she had only gotten through regular sex prior to now began to fire through her head, and her whole body shook and quivered and she found herself completely at her husband’s mercy.

Even though SHE was the one on the bed! What was up with that, huh!?

“Ah! N-Nick, I-! I-I-I-I-!” She couldn’t even articulate her feelings at this point, it was simply too much. It felt a massive surge of heat was pushing up from beneath her, rising up through her womb and into her chest, sending her heart in a frenzy.

Nothing seemed to matter. Not Echo, not what happened with Dakota and what she’d seen, all that was washed away by the overwhelming wave of pleasure rolling over her, scooping her up and surrounding her on all sides.

“Cuh-cummiiiiiinnnngggggg!” She moaned, feeling her whole body seize up as the pleasure was too much for her to withstand any longer, and it knocked her over.

That’s what it felt like, anyway.

From a third-party observer’s point of view, like Holly, it looked more like some kooky modern art piece. Mary had her arms stiff at her sides, practically pushing holes down into the mattress on either side of her round bottom. At the same time, her back was completely straight, while her head flopped back and her pigtails dangled behind her as her mouth twisted open in a quivering, trembling hole.

As for Mary’s lower body, that was a completely different animal. Contrary to how Mary felt, like her whole body had turned into jelly from the pleasure of her orgasm, her lower body had tightened up, particularly her legs. Her meaty thighs were locked tightly around her husband’s head, and from where Holly was sitting in her cage, it seriously looked like he might get his skull popped like a grape. But of course, Mary could never do something like that.

“So hot…” Holly grunted, frantically fingering herself as she chased an orgasm that was perpetually out of reach. “Come on, fuck, fucking… fucking drown him in your juices, damn it!”

Mary may not have appreciated cursing, but Holly was fairly certain she wasn’t going to be raising any objections any time soon. And even if she did, so fucking what?

Holly was perfectly fine with things just the way they were, and her own desires were taking precedence right now!

Unfortunately, all good things, like Mary’s orgasm, must come to an end. When she finished riding the wave it was as if all the tension she had stored up just came flooding out. Her body nearly collapsed on the bed and her legs flopped open, freeing Nick from his steamy prison and finally giving him the chance to breathe.

Nick rose to his feet and looked down at his wife, who had all but passed out already. Her arms still had the strength to keep her chest propped up and her back off the mattress, but everything from her waist down had lost all of its strength.

That worked out just fine for him.

“You look beautiful,” Nick crawled up on top of her to whisper into her ear. Mary looked up at him and gave him a shaky smile.

“I love you,” she said, actually surprising herself by managing to get a complete sentence out. “I really… I-I really… really do…

Mary felt weak, but none of that mattered.

What mattered was that she felt loved.

She lifted her hands and wrapped them around her husband, pulling him close as he shifted his body to get on top of her.

Nick had already gotten his pants off at some point between bringing Mary over to the bed and giving her the best oral sex she’d ever had, so it was an easy feat to get his throbbing hot erection up to her hungry pussy and push inside of her.

Holly suppressed her moan. Nick slid into his wife like it was nothing and hilted inside of her completely in seconds, a sight that made her own lower body quiver.

“That’s right,” Holly whimpered, rubbing against her clit. “Just like that, yeah, fuck… get… get inside her, give it to her hard!”

But in spite of Holly’s pleas, Nick didn’t give it to her “hard” at all. He was tender and gentle, making love to her with all the devotion and care in the world.

It may not have been good for Holly’s orgasm, but it was everything Mary could have ever wanted from him.

“Oh… yes… please…!” She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close as he thrust inside of her. Having just cum once already her lower body was incredibly sensitive, and she felt Nick push deeper into her depths, feeling every inch of him inside her hungry walls.

Holly watched Nick and Mary make love, and she felt her body sizzling with jealous arousal. Part of her wished she could join them, but another part of her was even more aroused by the fact that she couldn’t; like the two of them were telling her that it wasn’t her place.

She knew, of course, that if she just asked, she would be allowed to join. They would stop what they were doing and invite her in, and it would probably feel amazing.

But… this wasn’t about Holly. Tonight was about the two of them. So Holly bit her lip and held her tongue, and satisfied herself as best she could with her lack of sexual satisfaction.

She couldn’t be selfish or greedy here. She had to let the two of them embrace each other and share in this blissful moment.

It was the overwhelming, undaunting love they shared for one another that made Holly so happy to be a part of their lives, and so glad to see them so passionate together.

“Yes!” She moaned, twitching and shaking and trying to reach an orgasm that would never come. While at the same time, the two of them were quickly approaching their own, very real, very visceral and complete orgasms. “Yes! So close! Just a little more!”

“OH!” Mary moaned, and her body twitched and froze in that familiar way Holly recognized. She was almost there. She was going over those falls, or getting hit by that wave, or some other visual metaphor in Holly’s mind that took the place of a surge of sexual release that signaled to her partner that they were doing something right.

Then Holly felt Mary’s green eyes upon her, and froze.

“Cumming…” Mary said in a voice as faint as a whisper, having moaned herself more than hoarse by this point. Her eyes never left her friend’s. “Holly… cum… you can… cum…”

It happened before Holly even fully processed the words. All of a sudden the restrained pleasure that her body had been holding back was unleashed, like a door with its lock being snapped off. When the dam burst, it all came pouring through, running through Holly like a volcanic eruption as orgasmic hot magma spurted out of her body and flooded the mat beneath her.

Something snapped in her mind and she nearly passed out then and there, sinking down onto her shaky legs in sexual bliss.

So Mary and Nick… they hadn’t forgotten her at all. Even though this was meant to be Mary’s special night, they had included her…

That thought rocked Holly to sleep like a lullaby for a crying baby, and a smile touched her lips as she drifted off.