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Confusion mixed itself into his expressions of surprise and horror. Ken gasped again. He turned to look at me again. His expression can only be described as the ‘what the fuck is going on’ look. But what was there about which to be surprised, horrified, or confused?
"Who the fuck are you????" he inquired of me. It was as if I was a strange, unknown, delivery man or meter reader who had barged into his house unannounced and had defiled its sanctity.
"That’s the woman you’ve been fucking for the past two hours!" Marie answered, with a palm slap to Ken’s forehead for emphasis. "And you liked it too much! She was supposed to enjoy fucking you, not you enjoy fucking her!"
"Oh. Oh. Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Are you Marie’s friend?" Ken asked of me. "Yes. Yes. You’re Marie’s friend, aren’t you?"
I nodded in the affirmative.
"Right, right, right, right, right. … I forgot. Sandra, right? Your name’s Sandra?"
"Sarah." Marie and I replied in unison.
"Sarah? You’re Sarah?"
"Yes. My name is Sarah," I confirmed. Ken looked at Marie with an odd quizzical expression on his face.
" Then who’s Sandra?
"There is no Sandra! There is just me, – I’m Marie – you, – you’re Kenny – and Sarah, who is there beside you." Marie spoke slowly, deliberately, with a touch of sarcasm.
"All right. All right. All right. All right. All right. Okay. Look, ... uh … the Chinese food and the beer has messed with my head. Okay? I’m less there, less quick as to what’s going on. Okay? So give me a break on this. Okay? Look, Marie, we’re supposed to be having fun. Aren’t you having fun?"
"Not anymore! Not after you enjoyed fucking my friend, Sarah, so much! Not after you ate Sarah’s pussy. You didn’t eat my pussy! We were supposed to have something special between us, something we couldn’t share with anyone else. But you fucked Sarah as if you had something special with her."
"But I didn’t even realize it was her I was fucking."
"That makes it even worse! Who did you think you were fucking? How many other women do you think about when you are fucking? — "
"You," I interrupted. "Ken thought he was fucking you. He said your name a few times. I assume he was talking to me thinking I was you."
"I know. I heard him."
"Well, that’s not so bad then," interjected Ken. "If I believed I was fucking you and enjoying it, then that’s okay. Right?"
"Wrong! You have to fuck me again! And you have to fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world who matters to you! You have to fuck me like we have something special together, like you have something special with me, something that you never before had with a woman, something that you don’t feel you will ever have with another woman. You have to fuck me like that!"
"Babe! Come on! I’m 28 years old. I can’t fuck back to back to back anymore like I could when I was 20 or 21. I need a couple of hours to rest up, to re-energize."
"Your cock may need rest, but your tongue doesn’t. You can start by eating my pussy!" Marie sat on Ken’s chest and inched herself up towards his head until it was between her upper thighs. However, I was in the way somewhat. "Move over a bit," Marie instructed me. I tried to comply, but I found that I was paralyzed. I couldn’t move my legs, my hips, or my waist. And I could barely move my arms and shoulders. I have had orgasms where I couldn’t move my legs for a few minutes afterward, but this was more than half my body that wouldn’t move. "Come on, Sarah, move over." Marie prodded and poked me. I wanted to answer her in a normal voice, but the voice that came out, high-pitched with a sense of fear and urgency, was child-like.
"I can’t move my legs!"
"Can you feel your legs? If you can, then it’s nothing, just your orgasm. Can you feel this?" Marie moved down Ken and reached over to my feet. She tickled the soles of my feet.
"Aaaahhhhhkkk! Stop, stop, stop, stop! Marie, stop it!" I felt that all right, but I couldn’t move my legs and feet away from her tickling. It was torture. And Marie was giggling about it.
"Sorry," she said, grinning from ear to ear. She rolled me over onto my back. That gave her more room to get busy with Ken. I guess they were going to fuck some more with me right there on the same bed just a foot (less than one meter) away from them. Marie made her way back up Ken’s chest and rubbed her pussy in his face.
"Eat my pussy this time, and better than you ate Sarah’s!" Ken obeyed and dutifully went about licking and sucking Marie’s pussy. I watched for a while. It was nice seeing Marie react to Ken’s tongue and lips on her clit, his hands cupping, massaging, and gripping her ass cheeks. She played with her nipples, ran her hands through Ken’s hair, then played with her nipples some more. All the while Marie moaned softly. Her enjoyment showed on her face.
But I was fucked out. I had had four or five orgasms, and after them, I was too exhausted to get aroused again by Ken and Marie. I needed to just relax and chill out. I adjusted myself on the bed, as some movement was returning to me. My hand landed on a damp area, which must have been my pussy juice from my orgasms. So I did wet the bed. I laid my head back on the pillow, closed my eyes, and listened to them, to Marie’s moans, and to Ken’s noises. He was making humming sounds like when a person wants to show they like a food. I listened to the music in the background from Ken’s phone. I wiggled my toes and feet as more ability to move returned to me. This was nice and peaceful. I could fall asleep.
Before I did, I felt a hand on my face. It was caressing my cheeks and forehead, it lightly touched my chin, lips, and nose. I opened my eyes and saw Marie smiling at me – smirking is actually a better word. What was she doing? She moved her hand to my chest, fondled one breast, teased, pinched, and twisted my nipple. She moved to my other breast and did the same thing. I didn’t stop her. Part of me enjoyed the touching. Most of me was still very curious about where all of this was going, and this light breast play might give a clue to the answer.
Marie caressed my breasts for only two or three minutes. Ken’s cock was hard again, Marie had had her pussy eaten, they went on to fucking and kissing. I thought about the fucking I had with Ken. I realized that I hadn’t done what I had wanted to continue from the shower. I hadn’t rubbed my breasts against Ken’s body. I hadn’t sucked his cock more. I never got a good look at his face when he had his orgasm with me because my face was in a pillow. I wish I had. I wondered if I could do this again or if I should do this again. It was too much to ponder in this moment. I put thoughts out of my mind. I closed my eyes again, chilled out on the music and the sounds of lovemaking, and drifted off to sleep.
And that was that. A night of sex like no other I have ever experienced. I am writing this three weeks later. I haven’t seen Ken again. I have hung out with Marie a few times since that night but she has not talked about it. She and Ken are still dating and fucking. I have thought about that night almost every night since. I have masturbated remembering that night and fantasizing about variations, the things I didn’t do but would like to, the things I did and want to do again. I still don’t know what that night was about. Why Marie set it up with me, or at least seemed to. But I will get it out of her eventually.
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