Triad, part 1

Amy could just imagine how the conversation had gone. Her husband, Bob, had gone out last night for a beer and a burger with his friend Alex, where he had broached the subject of... “I was wondering if you would... er... um...” Alex asked, “You don’t want me to whack someone for you, do you?” The ensuing laughter lightened the mood, and Bob was able to start talking about his sex life.

Ordinarily, the boys wouldn’t have had to go out to discuss their sex lives with each other, but since Alex had been fired a few weeks back, for being more goofy than productive at work, they hadn’t had the same opportunities for casual conversations, ribald stories and shared laughter. This boys’ night out was overdue.

Amy and Bob’s sex life was rich, varied, fun. Since they had only one day off together, and a passel of children to raise, they made every effort to maximize their naked time. They giggled their way through more than one date night at the “adult” store, and had developed quite a collection of toys and tricks to use whenever the mood struck, which seemed to be comfortable for both of them at once or twice a week.

Lately, Amy had been wondering what had gotten into Bob, though. Suddenly, their sex life was in high gear, and Bob couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Not that she was complaining, but Amy did wonder what had precipitated the change. For the last few weeks, Bob seemed to be reaching for her almost daily. When asked, Bob said only that he just really loved her. Hard to argue with that, but still...

Last week sometime, as Amy, who slept naked, had snuggled up to Bob’s back in the middle of the night, he had reached for her, pulling her up more closely behind him, and holding her there until she started in with a tell-tale wiggle. Bob rolled onto his back towards her, and pulled her on top of him. He pushed down his pyjama bottoms and settled her into position, poised just above his growing erection. Amy hugged him, purring with contentment as she nuzzled into his chest.

Bob smoothed his hands down her back, and cupped her backside, drawing her even closer. He wanted her, and nudged her with his penis so there was no room for doubt about his intentions. Amy wasn’t likely to say no, given her own lustiness. She gyrated back into him, then gave another slow wiggle and a writhe.

Amy reached around behind her and grasped his erection. This was getting good. She teased and tickled her puss with the tip of him, rubbing him back and forth against her clit, puss and butt, revving herself up. Moisture poured from her. She continued tilting her hips back and forth, while rubbing her breasts against his chest. She knew that the feel of her breasts loosely against his chest was guaranteed to heat him up, and if she could get enough side-to-side motion to rub against his extraordinarily sensitive nipples, his response would be explosive and very satisfying.

Amy was getting increasingly eager for penetration. Not wanting to interrupt the flow of chest against chest by reaching between them to guide him into her, she pushed Bob’s penis gently against her anus. The pressure and fullness and tightness felt fine; Amy levered herself more firmly onto his cock, reveling in the naughty pleasure of feeling him fill her ass. Once settled, she lifted her upper body into the night air. Clasping her hands behind her head, she began gyrating on him, then squirming and moaning.

This was a good ride. Bob’s hands were on her hips now, holding her firmly in place atop him. Amy was having a good time- her actions alternated between forward and back, up and down, and in tight little circles. By squeezing her pussy as she gyrated forward, she was getting lots of stimulation in her clit, and could feel a good tension building. Somehow, this somewhat innocent snuggle had turned into a first class romp in the middle of the night, cowgirl-style, no less.

Bob was clearly getting worked up now, too. His breathing was harder, faster, more edgy. Amy closed her eyes tightly, focussed in on the sensations in her anus and clitoris. She regularized her motions, moving in short, little wiggles, maximizing the pressure against her pussy. Taking a sharp breath in, she let herself go, feeling the orgasm wash over her whole body, spreading from her pussy, throughout her abdomen and up into her back and shoulders. Bob’s release sounded intense; loud breaths becoming moans, lasting longer and longer, before tapering off into a heartfelt sigh.

He reached for her then, bringing her back down onto his chest, and holding her tightly. His words were loving, grateful, awed. He stroked her back, thanking her for being so spectacular. Their limbs relaxed and sluggish, they were slow to disengage and roll over to sleep.

The next morning, while dressing for work, Bob was effusive in his praise for Amy’s efforts in the night, “You were so fantastic. I f*ing love you, you know.”

“I know”, said Amy. “And I know you really wish you had someone you could chat with at work about your midnight exploits.”

“ Too right. I got no-one to brag to,” he pouted. “Not that I would,” he added hastily.

“Yeah, right, whatever, buddy-boy.” She grinned at him, “ ‘s alright, you know. You’re an old guy, gettin’ it on like nobody’s business and you’d like to share, or brag- it’s alright.”

A quick kiss, and they were out the door, shepherding various children and off to the grind.

So, last night, when Bob announced that he had finally gotten hold of Alex, and was headed out for the evening, Amy figured that some lusty, dirty talk was on the agenda. Turns out, it was all that, and more.