I love these final moments – 2

It was an odd sensation for me, hearing Rose talk so candidly with the two of us, reminding me in the process what it had been like all those many years ago, simply playing with her boobs, whenever, and wherever we could, watching and hearing her get off that way. Not too surprisingly, I was soon sitting there with a massive erection still thinking about it. Something that didn’t go unnoticed either as my wife had soon after dropped her hand down into my lap beneath the table, and began stroking it through my pants. For once, I was glad I hadn’t worn beige slacks, which I’d almost put on.

**

It was now getting late, nearing the end of the evening. I’d already convinced Rose into having lunch with me sometime in the very near future, though Maria had actually one upped me, inviting her over for dinner one evening in addition to that. We soon after made our farewells, saying goodnight to a few others and then left, though not before I had given Rose an affectionate kiss on the cheek before doing so.

“Well, all in all, I’d say the evening went rather well,” Maria spoke shortly after we’d arrived home and were preparing for bed, though by the evil wicked grin on my wife’s face, I could see it would be a long time yet before we actually planned on sleeping. As aroused as I was, I didn’t mind that. We could after all sleep in the following day, so one of our marathon sex sessions seemed to be exactly what the doctor had ordered.

“I’m going to fix myself a drink, would you like one?” she asked. I was already lying in bed, prick in hand at full mast waiting on her.

“Sure, why not?” I grinned, waving my dick back and forth towards her temptingly. She grinned, winked.

“Hold that…thought,” she smiled and then hurriedly disappeared downstairs to fix our drinks before rejoining me.

I waited patiently, and then heard her returning a few minutes later coming back up the stairs. Once again, I fisted my rock hard cock, all swollen, purple and angry looking, pointing it towards the doorway. The look on her face as she entered wasn’t one I expected. To begin with, it wasn’t my wife’s. It was Rose’s.

“What the…?” I didn’t quite finish, shocked, surprised, stunned was more like it as Rose stood there in the doorway looking at me. She was entirely naked, as was my wife, as a moment later, she stepped behind her, the two of them now standing together looking at me as I lay there in disbelief.

“Surprise!” Maria grinned.

“How the hell?”

Maria chuckled, now leading Rose into our bedroom. “I convinced her earlier, in the bathroom, after our tour through the showers,” she informed me. “At first of course…she was reluctant, hesitant to do this. But I assured her I was ok with it, and thought it might be a good way for the two of you to at least become friends again. Things ended between the two of you on such a bad note, so anyway…I convinced her to do this with me. And besides, I wanted to watch her cum while you…and me, played with her tits.”

I still couldn’t believe I was seeing this, hearing this, but as the two of them approached the bed and then crawled into it on either side of me, I knew then, I actually wasn’t dreaming.

“You’re sure about this?” I asked my wife once again.

“Baby? I wouldn’t miss seeing this for the world!” she told me, and then reached over actually fondling one of Rose’s breasts even before I did. Rose moaned softly, wantonly, already giving in to the too long, unfulfilled urge of having her breasts toyed with just the way she liked it. I soon after joined my wife, now touching, kissing, and eventually sucking on the other one, just as she was. True to form,

it wasn’t long before Rose had what would be the first, and certainly not the last, of her breast gasms, as my own wife actually referred to it then. Telling Rose in the process that I had indeed shared with my wife pretty much everything about our past history together, including the pet name I had once given her.

It became a blur of sensual delight after that. It had been a long time since I’d had my tongue inside Rose’s cunt, licking her, sucking her clit, and teasing her as I once remembered doing. My own wife, sitting on my prick, feeling it embedded so deeply inside her,

the two girls, laughing, teasing, pleasuring one another as they sat atop me, playing with one another’s breasts. Naturally, Rose came, though be it from what I was doing, or Maria, or a combination of both, no longer mattered. Maria too enjoyed a nice screaming orgasm as well, triggering the first of my own as I jettisoned what felt like a gallon of cream into my wife’s wonderfully delicious, sweet feeling pussy.

I was soon after treated to another fantasy of my own, as both women lay to either side of me, taking turns feeding one another my prick, often licking and lapping at it together, sucking it, and then even kissing one another with my once again rock hard cock sandwiched between the two them.

I took selfish delight in just laying there, watching them as they worked my prick together, finally bringing me to the edge soon after. I lay, watching my spunk suddenly leaping from the head of my cock as the two of them playfully fought over it, squirting and showering one another with my essence before going back to sucking and licking me. They likewise did the same to one another, which was even more erotic and sensual the way I saw it.

I had finally rolled away, off the bed, collecting myself and taking a breather. I sat down in one of our nearby lounge chairs, sipping my drink, content to watch the two of them. I had never seen, nor witnessed what could only be described as a titty-suck “69”, though that’s exactly what it was.

The two of them positioned just enough they could simultaneously pleasure one another’s breasts, hearing their respective, mutual moans and groans as they did so. I don’t think I ever remember seeing my wife’s nipples as hard or as firm as they were now. And seeing Rose’s again too, remembering back then how they had looked, felt like when I’d pleasured her before. Now watching as my wife did the playing, pleasuring, as she in turn was on the receiving end as well as Rose likewise played with her.

It wasn’t long before I was sitting there once again, rock hard and stiff, feeling more like a teenager as opposed to a forty-something. I sat watching, and then heard what was unmistakably the sound of my wife having an orgasm. I had heard it so many times before, knew when she was, and she felt as she did. And this was a rather intense one.

I was actually feeling a bit jealous, oddly enough. My wife had just experienced her first ever breastgasm, and I wasn’t the one who had given it to her either!

I sat there for the longest time, perfectly content to watch the two of them laying there together, almost leisurely touching, caressing one another softly until they both eventually looked up, glancing towards me, giggling. I looked down at myself, a long thin string of cum drool hanging from the end of my cock. Up until that moment, I wasn’t even aware of it, too engrossed in watching the two of them together, my beautiful lovely wife, and my very ex, but very dear girlfriend.

“I think we need to pay some attention to him again,” Maria suggested playfully. “Only this time, I got his face,” she added.

Seconds later, my wife was doing just that, as for only the second time, I felt my cock slipping inside Rose’s cunt, the warmth of her very wet pussy bathing it, just as my wife’s delicious tasting pussy began rubbing against my face. I sighed in the moment, pleasurably.

It had been one hell of a reunion, in more ways than one, but more importantly, the ghosts of the past had been put away. All was right with the world again, and especially as I now knew, Maria was capable of having her own breast gasms.