A Slow Start to the Night

Lucy is asleep in the master bed when you get there. She’s wearing a long white, silk nightdress, that strains against her breasts. She looks so peaceful sleeping there, the duvet wrapped around her torso, wedged under the arm. It feels a shame to disturb her. You know, though, she’ll be more disappointed if you don’t disturb her than if you do.

You strip down to your underpants, tidy your clothes away, switch off the lights and then slide under the duvet with her. She’s on her side and you wiggle your way until you’re pressed against her back. Your arm wraps round her, and you pull her tight. You hear her moan her pleasure as she wakes up. She turns her head to look at you with sleepy eyes.

“If I knew you were here, I would have come earlier,” you tell her.

Her eyes had already lit up on seeing you. Now a big smile crosses her face. “You can make it up to me the rest of this night.”

“Oh, I plan to.” You both lean towards each other, so you can kiss her lips. Just a fleeting kiss for now. The intense, passionate ones will come later.

You lie there spooning. She can’t help but wiggle her ass against your hardening cock. You can’t help but reach round and feel the weight of her breasts through the silk nightdress. You gently kiss her neck.

Lucy these days prefers to start slow. Most of the household act impatient for the sex to begin, throwing themselves at you as soon as they can, clothes discarded quickly, kisses rapidly transforming into sexual acts. Not Lucy. Maybe it’s because she had shower duty this morning. Maybe it’s because she’s more patient than the others. For whatever reason every Saturday night starts like this, spooning, kissing, talking turning into groping into sex. The slow build up does add to the eroticism of the night.

“Imagine,” Lucy says as you kiss her neck, “in less than a year we’re going to have 4 babies in the household. Isn’t that exciting.”

“Yes. You know I’ve been thinking about that.”

You tell her your thoughts about the upcoming pregnancies, and a plan you’d come up with. For a while Lucy lies there, contemplating them, or maybe distracted as your hands have reached round to play with her tits. You couldn’t help it. They are magnificent.

Eventually she partially rolls over to look at you. “I think that would be a brilliant idea. I’ll tell the others.”

“What if I can’t get buy in from the practice?”

“You’ll get buy in. Who can deny you anything?” Then she leans up and kisses you. Her lips are soft, and her kiss is passionate. Her green eyes are filled with excitement and love.

“We’re going to have to sort out the nursery for real now. We can start straight away. You got plans?”

Lucy is always several steps ahead of where she needs to be. That’s one of the reasons why she’s so organised.

“Yes, but we can’t start straight away.”

“Why?”

“The nursery’s part of the plans for your birthday. Can’t do anything in it until that’s happened.”

Your birthday’s in a couple of months. You knew the girls were planning a two-day orgy, but they’ve made clear that the details of said orgy are a secret. It’s the first you’ve heard that the nursery is part of their plans. You’re intrigued.

“Going to give me any clues about what you’re planning?” you ask playfully.

“No.”

“Is it going to be as enjoyable as last year’s birthday?”

“It’ll be just as memorable.”

Last year you had gone on holiday to a villa in the south of Spain. You’d gone with 3 lovers and come back with 4. It would have ranked as one of the best and most memorable weeks of your life, if similar weeks had not happened numerous times in the subsequent year. This was an issue with your life now. Your first ever threesome had been with Anna and Lucy, and at the time you thought you’d never forget because you’d never experienced greater pleasure. Now threesomes were a common experience, and the pleasure of each one didn’t diminish, but the memories became jumbled.

“I can’t wait.”

She remains on her back while you cuddle up to her. Normally you’re on your back and the girls cuddle up to you. It’s erotic to have a change. You continue to kiss her while your hands pinch her nipples through the silk nightdress. Her own hand has drifted down to trace the outline of your penis through the cotton of your underpants, tantalising it to full hardness. You abandon your squeezing of her breasts to explore her silk panties. While her playing of your cock grows more ardent, your hand caresses her slit through the silk, feeling the dampness of her desire leak through. She can’t take it anymore. Her hand slides beneath your pants to grasp your shaft. Her soft hand handles it delicately but with a firmness that comes from familiarity. In response your hand slips beneath her panties to touch the hot wet furnace of her pussy undiluted.

The kisses grow fiercer as you play. Her hands tighter on your cock. Your fingers slipping deeper into her slit. Your thumb more frantic against her clit. Until the slow build up is over. She breaks from kisses. Almost rips your underpants away. Then both her hands are on your shaft. Both hands and her lips. And her tongue. She’s guiding your cock into the mouth you’d just been kissing. Engulfing its head.

You roll onto your back, and her mouth and body follow you. Her lips never once disengaging from your shaft. You wiggle so your pants slide further down your legs. Then manage to kick them off. They’re somewhere under the duvet, you don’t care where. Meanwhile you guide her hips, until their over you. You reach up and carefully pull her knickers down, revealing her slit. You guide one foot out of the silk. Then the other. Then you toss the knickers away. She won’t be needing them again tonight. Then you guide her hips down to lap at her enflamed cunt. She tastes of pork chops, lightly dusted in garlic and herbs, a faint whiff of lemon remaining on the tongue.