Different Circles

Soon, all three of them were sweating and reeking of musk. Laura was the next to come, crying out loudly as Celia sucked on her clitoris and fingered her at the same time. After the orgasm, Celia moved up her body, kissing her passionately for a few minutes and then moving back down to suckle her pregnancy swollen nipples. Celia had found that her favorite part of making love to a woman was deep kissing her and touching and sucking on breasts (not that she minded the other aspects) and she got her fill of all of this. Laura reached between their bodies and began to play with Celia’s clitoris. Soon, she was bucking out another orgasm.

“Your turn, sweetie,” Laura panted to Jake. “Come in her! You know what I want to do next!”

Jake did know. Laura’s favorite part of the games they played was licking and sucking his semen out of Celia’s vagina after he deposited it there. He let himself go and fired off inside her body while she was still shuddering out her own climax. The moment he was done, Laura rolled their lover over onto her back and put her face between her legs. Celia sighed contentedly as she felt the soft lips and tongue working on her, as her mind turned over the sheer eroticism and nastiness of what Laura was doing.

“Come up here,” Celia panted, pulling on Jake’s leg. “I want to suck you.”

“Okay,” Jake said agreeably. A moment later, her mouth was on his manhood, slurping their combined juices off and getting him ready for round two.

Once he was back to a full erection—it did not take long—he moved back down the bed and positioned himself behind his wife. He lifted her hips up this time and slid into her body. He and Celia both caressed her swollen belly while he thrust in and out. After doing this for a while, they repositioned again, this time with Jake on his back and Laura mounting him in the female superior position. Celia leaned forward and alternated between kissing Laura’s mouth and suckling her bouncing breasts until Laura came again and Jake was given the go-ahead to finish up. He did so, blasting a second load up into his wife’s body. The three of them then collapsed in a heap onto the mattress, Laura in the middle this time.

They shared a few more kisses and caresses with each other and then Jake looked at the clock. They had been going at it for almost an hour. He felt sleepy but he also felt hungry.

“How about that pizza now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Celia said, nodding, her face still flushed with excitement. “I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

“Me too,” agreed Laura.

They got out of bed and Celia put her robe back on. Jake and Laura talked about taking a quick shower but decided not to since they were just going to put back on the same clothes they had worn all day. They did decide that they would get in the habit of carrying a change of clothes with them on Fridays.

“Good idea,” Celia said as she watched them get dressed. “This is starting to become an end of the week tradition, isn’t it?”

They agreed that it was. They all went downstairs and tore into the pizza, annihilating two thirds of it in only twenty minutes. By then, it was approaching eight o’clock. There was no discussion about the Kingsleys staying the night. They said their goodbyes, exchanged affectionate kisses with their lover, and then headed for the airport so they could go home.

Laura slept for most of the drive back to the airport. She woke up long enough to strap into the plane and was back to sleep again before he even made it to his cruising altitude of ten thousand feet. She woke up, as always, when she heard the sound of the flaps being deployed just prior to landing.

“You know what I want?” she asked him as they climbed into Jake’s BMW for the drive home.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“One of those big microwave burritos from the 7-11.”

He looked over at her. By now, he was used to her strange and extremely specific cravings. “You just had pizza an hour ago,” he reminded her.

“Ziggy is hungry,” she insisted.

“Ziggy is hungry a lot,” he said. “How about I make you a burrito when we get home? We still have some of that leftover tri-tip from last night, I’m sure there’s a few cans of refried beans in the pantry, I can shred up some of that pepper-jack cheese we have, and Elsa always has tortillas laying around.”

She was shaking her head. “Ziggy wants the burrito you get at 7-11,” she insisted. “The spicy one that comes in the red package.”

“I think Ziggy might be a stoner,” Jake suggested.

“Don’t talk about your daughter that way,” she told him. “Just stop at the 7-11 and get her one of those burritos.”

“Will do,” he said with a sigh. The 7-11 was a bit out of the way, but Ziggy ruled supreme.