The kiss grew hotter and wetter as I pounded Marcella from behind. Then Belinda’s hand rose up from her lap and grabbed hold of one of Marcella’s swaying breasts. Marcella broke away long enough to mutter “God, I fucking love this! I love being with you two! I love kissing you and having Chico fucking me like this! Uh, fuck! It’s fucking perfect!”
Their kissing resumed and during the short breaks they would allow themselves, I heard Belinda finally getting a bit more in character. “Does that cock feel good?” she oozed. “Do you like kissing me while you’re getting fucked like that?”
“Fuck yes!” Marcella moaned.
“You like fucking my boyfriend in front of me you little slut?”
The moment was too intense to stop, but all three of us immediately registered what Belinda had said. We had broken up three years earlier, but she had just referred to me as her boyfriend. I wasn’t sure if it was just a Freudian slip, or if she had said it for Marcella’s benefit or what… But I liked it. Whatever the reason, Marcella used it to make her big move.
“Fuck yeah, I like it.” she moaned. She stared Belinda in the eye and went on. “Do you like watching your boyfriend fucking me?” Belinda just smiled, her lust clearly growing. “Do you wanna watch me suck your boyfriends cock?” she panted as she pulled away from me.
I slid out of her and she guided me up to the head of the bed and sat me down beside Belinda. She placed her hands on my inner thighs and pushed my legs apart before lying down on her stomach with her head at my crotch. She looked up at Belinda as she wrapped her fingers around my throbbing hard on. She maintained eye contact with Belinda as she pulled my cock upward and then pressed her tongue against my balls. She licked my sack in long wet strokes like a cat as she stared Belinda in the eye. Then she angled my shaft downward and kissed the tip of it. “Do you remember back in that summer when I would watch you give Johnny blow jobs all the time?”
“Yeah.” Belinda sighed.
“Then that time we were all in the bathroom at Chuck’s house during that party?”
“Uh-huh.”
“That was the first time you watched me do it all by myself.” she whispered as she gently stroked me. “I thought you were gonna join in, but you just sat there and watched me suck your boyfriends cock.”
“I remember.” Belinda smiled.
“And you started touching yourself…” Marcella trailed off as she gently grabbed Belinda’s wrist and guided it down to her crotch.
“Uh-huh.” Belinda closed her eyes as her fingertips slipped beneath the elastic band of her panties and disappeared inside.
“And you told me what to do. You told me how he liked it…”
Belinda’s hand began to move up and down underneath her damp white panties. “Yes.”
“Then do you remember what happened?” Marcella lustfully panted.
Belinda closed her eyes again. Her mind returned to that night eight years ago. A smile spread across her face. “I was fingering myself… Watching you suck Johnny’s cock. It was so hot.” Her smile brightened as she slipped a finger inside of herself. “Uh. And Johnny told you he was gonna cum…”
“Uh-huh.” Marcella smiled as she lazily stroked me.
“And I told him I wanted him to cum in your mouth.” Belinda sighed.
“I couldn’t believe it when you said that.” Marcella smiled.
“I loved watching you two together.” Belinda moaned as she slipped another finger inside herself.
“I loved watching both of you together.” Marcella smiled.
I put my hand on Belinda’s thigh and her eyes opened and met my gaze. “I always loved to watch you two together.”
Belinda smiled at me again as she delicately fingered herself. Marcella slid her free hand over toward Belinda. Her fingertips slid across Belinda’s tan thigh and rested just beside the crotch of Belinda’s panties. “Doesn’t this feel so right to you Belinda?.. The three of us, being together like this?” Belinda shifted her gaze to Marcella. Her demeanor had gotten much more contemplative. “Johnny and I talked about it last night after I dropped you off.” Belinda pulled her hand out of her panties and her brow furrowed. Marcella kept on. “I went back to his house to tell him I was worried about you. You aren’t yourself anymore Belinda…”
“What are you talking about?” Belinda asked, becoming more defensive. I had no idea what to do. I was completely naked and Marcella was holding my cock in her hand as she spoke so seriously and the entire situation was as strange as it could be, but Marcella didn’t waver.
“You didn’t used to be like this. All worked up about some guy? Always worrying whether or not he’s cheating on you?” Marcella paused for a moment, allowing her words to sink in. “I went back to see Johnny last night because I wanted to tell him that I love you too much to see you so unhappy. I wanted to see if he saw it too. Then I started thinking about how perfect things were back when we were younger… I thought it was just us being curious at the time, but now I know what it really was…”
Belinda’s eyes welled up with tears. Her lip quivered as she asked “What?”
“Love.” Marcella whispered. “During that summer, I fell in love with you…” Then she turned to me. “With both of you…” Belinda wiped a tear from her cheek. “I could never say it because Johnny was your boyfriend and I would never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our friendship.” Marcella stared at Belinda. We could both see the same spark of realization taking place in Belinda that had happened in me the night before. “I told Johnny all of this last night. He’s still in love with you too.” Belinda sat, crying cleansing tears. She wasn’t sad or upset. She was transforming. “We want to be together and we want you there too.” Marcella finally said. “The three of us, together.”
Belinda wiped another tear away as she giggled a bit. “And how is that supposed to work? You live here. I live with Bruce. Johnny has a girlfriend.”
“After my divorce, I’ll move to Florida. You two go home and do what you have to do.” Marcella said.
Belinda turned to me with red teary eyes. “Are you serious about this?”
“Yes.” I answered calmly.
“What about everyone else?” she protested. “What are our families going to think?”
“They’ll think that we’re three young people that have known each other for years and decided to live together.” Marcella assured her. “It’s nobodies business but our own.”
Belinda gulped back another wave of tears. “And you two came up with all of this last night?”
“Not exactly.” Marcella smiled. “We’re kinda making it up as we go… We love you Belin…”
Belinda sat red faced and flabbergasted for a moment. She finally giggled through her tears. “Jesus… This is just so much to process, you know?…”
“Just a few minutes ago, you called Chico your boyfriend…” Marcella smiled.
“Old habits…” Belinda wiped her cheek again.
My cock had gone a little soft during the conversation, although Marcella hadn’t once taken her hand from it. She finally began to move it up and down coaxing me back to life. “Now, he can be your boyfriend…” she whispered, making a show of the work her hand was doing. Then she slid her other hand further up Belinda’s thigh and rested her fingertips over Belinda’s clit outside of her panties. “…And I can be your girlfriend.”
Belinda slowly let her thighs fall open at Marcella’s gentle touch. Marcella then pulled my cock into her mouth and went up and down a few times before returning to stroking me. “If we’re really going to do this, we have to be completely honest with each other. That’s the only way this will work.” she whispered.
“Oh my god…” Belinda moaned at Marcella’s touch.
“Belin… Last night, when I went back to Johnny’s mom’s house…”
I knew where she was going. I was terrified that Belinda would be angry or jealous.
“Uh-huh?”
“…After we talked about all of this…”
“Uh-huh?”
“…We started kissing.”
Marcella and I both waited for Belinda’s reaction. She just sat with her eyes closed. Marcella continued to gently push and prod at Belinda’s pussy through her panties. “…And we ended up having sex…” Marcella paused. “I didn’t want you to be upset, but I had to tell you.”
Belinda’s eyes opened slowly. “Johnny’s not my boyfriend anymore…”
Marcella and I weren’t sure what to do at that point. Then Belinda took the reigns. She reached down and pulled the front of her panties away from her body and guided Marcella’s hand inside. “But, maybe he can be OUR boyfriend for tonight…”
Marcella began to finger Belinda’s wet pussy and Belinda moaned softly. She then reached across my lap and, for the first time in three years, she wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock. “…So…” she smiled. “Can I watch you suck your boyfriend’s cock again?”
Marcella rose up from between my legs and scooted over to Belinda. She continued to delicately massage her clit as she kissed her deep and hard. To see the two of them together again lit a fire in my heart. It was truly beautiful.
After a moment, Marcella finally pulled away and said “I have a better idea.” She then crawled over me and lay down on her side facing me. She looked across my chest at Belinda and continued. “How about I watch you suck your boyfriend’s cock?”
Suddenly, the energy of the entire night shifted. Belinda rose up to her knees and leaned over my body. She took a moment to look me steadily in the eyes and then fell onto me in a heap. Her soft lips found mine and we kissed for the first time in three years! My belly churned and my heart raced. All of the darkness between that moment and the wild and passionate days of our youth melted away and all that was left was fire. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. I felt her soft breasts and taut nipples push against my chest. Her tongue swirled in mad circles in my mouth and I was alive again. Her slender fingers found their way back down to my swollen cock and she gripped me firmly and began to stroke me hard and fast. She then began to kiss my neck, then my chest, then my belly. She finally settled into the same spot that Marcella had been in earlier. She looked over to Marcella and they were both smiling. She rubbed my cock against her soft lips and said “Is this what you wanted to see?”
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