“Lift up,” I whispered. Mia instantly complied, pulling her knees up towards her chest and lifting her rear off the bed. My breath was ragged but my hands were steady — I wedged the pillow beneath her shapely ass and saw Mia relax somewhat, letting the cushion support her raised hips … letting gravity do its heady work on the seed within. Mia was beaming now.
“Good girl, Kimmy!” She said it with such pride, as you might to a small child who cleaned her room without being told. Not wanting to move from her spot, she lifted her foot and tenderly rubbed it against my cheek. Somehow it felt like a lover’s embrace.
Unable to resist, my eyes were drawn to the space between her legs. My pulse quickened at the sight: Mia’s pussy was a ruin. Her normally delicate folds were now an angry & swollen red, proof positive of the depravity I’d just witnessed. And there was cum everywhere — smeared across her inner lips and her outer lips, covering her clit, trickling down to the crack of her ass … and God knows how much of it inside, percolating into the heart of the womb where, I now felt certain, lay a vulnerable egg, eagerly waiting to be ravished.
Mia saw me staring. “Mmmm, Kimmy,” she began. Her eyes were lidded and she slurred her words like she’d been fucked into inebriation. “You want me to sit on yer face? Wanna suck all of your husband’s load right outta me? I know how much you love that. Well … Mmmm-haha … you can’t have it. But…” She hooked foot around the back of neck and nudged me forward. “… why don’t you clean me off like a good girl. Just the outside, Kimmy, just the outside…”
I wafted down gratefully. When I reached my prize I worked my tongue up and down her flawless skin, starting from the edges of the area and working my way in. I dove into her crack and licked straight up, stopping just short of her opening, collecting my husband’s fertile spend on my tongue as I went. At some point I realized I could hear kissing above me, but I didn’t want to look this time. Instead I reached Mia’s clit and latched on, sucking the gooey streaks of cum from around her button, and circling it with my tongue the way I’d been taught. Mia rewarded me with a happy, lazy moan.
“Mmmm … you marvelous pervert, you’re gonna make me cum again,” she said. And then, to David, “She’s doing it, honey. Oooh, she’s so good — I think we’ll keep her, heheh.” All I heard of that was the praise, and I loved it. When Mia peaked a couple minutes later it was a gentle, leisurely orgasm. A palette cleanser. I lifted my head from between her thighs and looked at the happy couple snuggling in front of me. They’ll want to be alone tonight, I thought.
They noticed me watching them and smiled. Before I could come up with a graceful way to say goodnight, Mia patted the space next to her, on the side opposite David. Thank god. I was exhausted in every sense of the word; all I wanted was to curl up in bed next to a warm body.
We three laid there — Mia in the middle, her hips still propped up by my pillow, being cuddled by … whatever we were to her. Family, I suppose. I hope.
Mia just lay there, luxuriating in our affections. David & I curled up by her sides, planting kisses on her shoulders, and ever-so-gently ran our hands along her body, as if trying to convince ourselves she was real. When our hands happened to meet over her belly they instinctively joined together, fingers interlocking. I peered across Mia’s serene form at my husband, and our eyes met. He winked at me, which brought a smile. David looked so happy, pure bone-deep contentment radiating from every pore. I guess that makes sense. I wondered what I looked like to him.
We just stayed like that for a long time, staring into each other’s souls from either side of the tsunami we’d invited into our lives. Eventually David began to drift off. I felt his hand go limp and used my own to hold it in place along mine, lying atop Mia’s stomach.
Mia’s breathing became regular and I knew she was out as well. For a while I just watched the two of them. I felt a deep sleep coming for me and rested my head on Mia’s shoulder. We’ll be ok, I told myself, we’ll be ok…
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Thanks for reading! If you liked it, if you have any thoughts, please let me know by voting and/or commenting– feedback is surprisingly important, and I’ll try to respond to questions and such in the comments. A third installment in this series seems unlikely, but you never know — I had no intention of writing this one after the first story. I’m still working on Part 2 of “82 Nights,” as well as a new cuckold/cheating story.
Questions for discussion: How does all this turn out? Can Mia be trusted? Did she really sabotage Kim’s shot at conception, or was that just more role-play? Is Kim exploring an extreme humiliation kink in the safety of people who really care about her, or is she being pushed aside by a manipulator? I’d be curious to know what people think. (Like Kim, I’m not 100% certain either way.)
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