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"."

'It's alright, Tom. I do get what the attraction is, and after all, I'm sleeping with two people.' She paused and sighed again.

digested this piece

that I'm sleeping with two people

is the problem?'

the one who'll get hurt. I'm the fifty-three-year-old. I'm the one who stacks shelves for

think I'll run off with

and you'll still not be fifty. Nor will Freya. And I presume you want to have a family at some stage...' I hadn't heard this bitterness before

'if that's what you both want, we'll do

with excitement. 'Don't you want to think about

think I've been thinking about for the past

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that happening, or not happening. But Abigail came over on the following Tuesday evening and I gave her flowers and took her out for a meal and she dressed up for me in stockings and suspenders and painted her nails my favourite red. And when we went

I pushed into her. 'Freya wants us to get together this weekend.' I felt my balls tingle and my orgasm begin to build. 'I thought we could all go to that nice French

that point I exploded inside her with a gasping groan and pumped my hot seed deep

a striking red that matched her lips and nails. Both wore black stockings and both had applied their makeup carefully and artfully. Freya wore her long, black hair piled up on top of her

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 and once

ourselves standing in the lounge and looking at one another. Abigail looked nervous; I felt nervous. Freya looked composed. 'Does anyone want

for the moment,' said her daughter, slowly.

"afterwards" hung in the air for a few seconds before Freya stepped up to me and put her arms around my neck, pulling my face down to hers. Her lips were full and soft and she tasted of coffee. Her mouth opened and I felt her tongue dip into my mouth and flick backwards and forwards. She was pressed

thirty seconds or so of this intensely erotic kissing she 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.

Then it was my trousers and, finally, she knelt before me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of