They crawled into bed with me and I instantly wondered if he was sleeping in the other room.
I felt selfish and indulgent for nearly thirty seconds before they kissed in front of me and I realized it wasn’t about me at all. I was in bed with them, he was asleep on the couch, and it was completely possible that I would fuck them, but that didn’t mean it was for me.
They whispered in each other’s ears and smiled at me, but any choice I had was balanced on the tip of their tongues and I knew better than to push. They kissed again as they pulled off each other’s tops and I just stared. I looked at them both and the idea that I was still amazed by four breasts nearly made me laugh out loud. Hadn’t I seen everything? Hadn’t I kissed them both and held them down on numerous occasions? We’d done everything, and here I was staring like a teenager with complete awe and wonder.
I woke up when she kissed me, and I stopped thinking altogether. The other slid next to me and skin pressed against skin as our bodies moved into a tangle of limbs and lips. There was no agency at all as we touched what felt best and slid knees against thighs simply because it felt good.
They say it’s difficult to give pleasure while receiving it, but the ecstasy and amazement that engulfed my cock as she clenched her thighs around warm lips and blonde hair was indescribable. I watched her writhe as she tried to focus, but her moans and gasps felt as good as her lips and tongue. She stopped when she came, but she held me in a fierce grip and never let go as she trembled and shook against me.
Later, as they each lay a head on my chest, I realized something else entirely. It wasn’t about me, but it was about us. It was about watching and feeling; it was about jealousy and tenderness. It was about three of us discovering what our bodies wanted when we turned off our minds and it was perfect.
I kissed them and they kissed me back.