The robe

Lewis asked me to sit this time. He wanted the robe in my lap, not on me, and he wanted the talk even filthier, if I wanted that too. I did. Marco came after the others had gone. I dropped the robe over the chair arm. Under the slip my cunt was bare. I said so. Lewis made a sound and Marco said, carefully, tell me what you want first. I said I want your mouth on my cunt, and I want you to tell my husband what I taste like, and I want him close enough to hear it wet. Lewis stepped in and put a hand on the chair back. He said he was here because he had asked to be. I kissed his wrist and said I know.

Marco knelt. I hooked a knee over the chair arm and talked him onto my cunt. Tongue flat. Then the point of it. Then a finger, and say it. He said I tasted sweet and salty and that my cunt wanted more of his tongue. I repeated the words for Lewis, dirtier, because spoken sex is the point and Lewis listens like it feeds him. I told Marco I was going to cum on his mouth if he stayed exactly there. I did, slip straps down my arms, one hand in Marco's hair, the other gripping Lewis. I did not whisper.

When I could speak again I told Marco to sit in the chair and I straddled him, the robe falling to the floor at last. I sank my cunt down on his cock and described the fuck for the man at my shoulder. Lewis stroked his cock and answered me, yes, I see you, you are so beautiful, keep talking. I told him Marco's cock was deep in my cunt, that I loved Lewis for asking and for staying. I rode until I came a second time, words breaking into yes. Marco came in my cunt when I said he could, and I turned my head and told Lewis to cum on my tongue. He did, shaking, generous, a hand on my jaw and not forcing it. I swallowed and laughed against his stomach. Marco kissed my shoulder and said the listening was the hottest part. Lewis said that was why he had asked. I told them I would fuck like that again with the mirror still on.