Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 6

I feasted on my middle-aged lover's superb body, sucking her nipples, biting her breasts, kissing her entire body, pressing my face into her tawny snatch and parting her labia with my tongue, tasting her cunt juices, smelling her arousal. And there was, I confess, an added impetus, an added note of eroticism as I imagined Freya's black hair splashed over her mother's thighs and stomach as she tongued her to a climax. I fancy Abigail must have been having similar thoughts, although that could just have been my male ego, because she was wild that afternoon. She was a superb partner in bed but that Sunday she added a new dimension of abandonment, biting me and raking me with her nails, sucking my cock with noisy slurps and, at one point, licking her finger and sliding it deep into my anus.

I came as she did that, into her mouth. The second of three orgasms I had that afternoon. We fucked for over an hour and afterwards we slept in each other's arms, spent physically and emotionally.

Abigail didn't move in with me, not then, but she started coming over and staying at the weekend and usually for a night midweek. It was a period of intense intimacy, both inside and outside the bedroom. Our lovemaking reached new heights and we experimented with toys and bondage and role-playing. And sometimes, as we kissed and I stroked her clitoris and she groaned and flexed her leg muscles and sank her painted nails into my flesh, I would tease her by asking what she and Freya did together and she would get embarrassed and coy. But sometimes, if she were really aroused, she would tell me, in tight, gasping sentences as her climax approached, how Freya used her tongue and fingers and how she licked her daughter's breasts and cunt and even her anus.

The effect on me, as you may imagine, was deep and fundamental and I played Abigail's confession on an endless loop in my head: "She fancies you. She wants the three of us to go to bed together." I imagined her body, young and taut, with her mother's full breasts and a jet-black pubic bush, stark against her white loins.

Eventually, and inevitably, I raised the subject with Abigail.

I tried to be circumspect and approach the subject tangentially, or at least I thought that's what I was doing. But that was the naivete of youth; Abigail knew exactly what I was driving at almost from the moment I opened my mouth. 'So you want to have a threesome with my daughter and me?' she asked before I'd really got going. She didn't look angry. More tired. We were sitting on my leather sofa after dinner one Sunday evening, a couple of months after her shock disclosure.

'I just thought I'd raise the subject with you,' I tried, diplomatically.

'But that's what you want, isn't it?'

'Well, yes, I suppose so.'

'Aren't I enough?'

'Of course you are,' I told her, cravenly. 'You only have to say "no"."

all, I'm sleeping with two people.' She paused and sighed again.

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I'm sleeping with

is the

is that I'm the one who'll get hurt. I'm the fifty-three-year-old. I'm the one

think I'll run off

seventy something and you'll still not be fifty. Nor will Freya. And I presume you want

firmly, 'if that's what you both want,

my heart racing with excitement. 'Don't you want to

you think I've been thinking about for the past

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stockings and suspenders and painted her nails my favourite red. And when we went to bed it was electric. Abigail was at her most erotic, riding me mercilessly, sucking my meat

all go to that

I exploded inside her with a gasping groan and pumped my

thought I was going to faint. Both wore figure-hugging dresses, Freya's a deep blue and Abigail's a striking red that matched her lips and nails. Both wore black stockings and both had applied their

although I stuck to one glass only this time. The ladies looked enchanting in the candlelight and I kept sneaking looks at Freya's breasts and wondering what they'd feel like in my hands

journey back to Abigail's house until we found ourselves standing in the lounge and looking at one

had enough, for the moment,' said her daughter, slowly. 'We can always

her tongue dip into my mouth and flick backwards

broke off. 'That was very nice,' she smiled at me. Then she turned to her mother and held out her arms and the two ladies came together and kissed long and deeply, heads and tongues moving in tandem like the experienced lovers they were. My penis was ragingly hard as I

when she'd removed my shirt and running her long fingers down my arms. Telling me to sit on a chair while she removed my shoes and socks and kissed my toes. Then it was my trousers and, finally, she knelt before me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my underpants and pulled them carefully over my erection and down my legs. She looked up at me with a gentle smile and, taking my cock in one hand, took my swollen, dripping glans in her mouth,