Three Fell Into Bed

After the party, after they'd all gone home, three in a bed, Annette, Marlon and him. May be he wanted it, may be he couldn't care. It had been such a shit week. Now, the others had gone and Marlon held her hand....
How much had Carter really drunk, I mean really? If he had stuck to beer then it might have been easier to remember. You can count pints. But when it came to shots of vodka, pints and then a mouthful or two of a strange red wine, well measuring what be had imbibed became impossible. He had sat there towards th dreg ends of the evening, when people were getting their taxis and saying their good byes and he had stared almost deliriously at the proceedings. Dawson was out of it and almost poured into a taxi. Rachel, the girl from next door and her boyfriend Christian had wobbled away out onto the pavement uncertainly. The music went on, slowly now, more ballads, and still his wife Annette danced with Marlon. They seemed to be entirely surrounded by balloons, like one of those adverts for bubble filled chocolate. Marlon was holding her tenderly. Carter blinked and then blinked again, yes, he had kissed her. 

If it was one thing Carter loathed it was waking with a sore head to a mess in the morning. Ther had been times in his youth when the stench of stale alcohol in glasses and bottles about the bed had sickened him. So Carter started to clear up as discretely and as steadily as he could. The bottles clinked as he clutched two or three in one hand. Two wine glasses broke as he jarred them together and Carter cursed quietly 'fuck it'. Luckily the accident happened out in the kitchen and Annette didn't see so there were none of her censuring looks. Annette hated premature party closing. Tidying up glasses looked too much like 'push off you lot', that was how she saw things. John and Nigel, waved goodbye and the girls from Carter's work left in a bevvy chorus of drunken songs and taunts to neighbours who might 'fecking well object themselves up their own rears'.  It left just three of them, Marlon, Annette and Carter. 

To be frank both of them looked in better shape than Carter felt. They had danced, talked, danced the night through. Carter had hosted, welcoming guests, getting them to the bar and then, well, as the night went on, it was the bar. He had sat on a quiet seat to one side and he had drank a good deal. He was, he admitted, up for it. Work that last week had been shit. His sales performance had been double shit and there were rumours, just rumours, that some sales people might be made redundant. Carter imagined who. 

'You've tidied up again' Annette said to Carter, like it was a sin. Carter nodded. He felt pretty out of it. His wife was holding hands with Marlon. His wife was virtually in the man's embrace. She wore clothes pretty much like the guy. It was as if they were twins or something. Carter grinned stupidly to himself. Blue denim jeans, tight jeans, without any of those fucking stupid tears in the knees that punters actually paid for! 

'Let's go to bed then, the three of us' she said teasingly. 

Carter stared at her. He blinked up at the well built Marlon, his calm, inscrutable stare coming back at him like a fait accompli. 

'Why not!' said Carter. It had been a shit week, it really had. 

Annette kissed Marlon, reaching up to wrap her arm around his bull neck. It was such a deliberate and an intimate kiss. It was a kiss that signalled what 'going to bed' meant. Carter watched the guy kiss her back, their mouths open to one another and his hand with all those fucking gold rings on sliding down onto her bottom. The guy looked like a bad black dude from a gansgter movie, he wore an outsized chronograph in fake gold too and that slid down his arm as he fondled Annette's buttocks. 

'This way' suggested Carter, feeling as if the evening was bang on surreal. He hummed radio gaga as he unsteadily led the way upstairs. The bedside lamp was on in their master bedroom when they went in and Carter went to turn it off. He imagined, did he, he wasn't quite sure, that three in a bed sex was meant to be a touch and noise affair. Annette though stayed his hand and told him not to be a 'fucking prude.' Marlon started to unbutton her blouse and then with practised ease he took off her bra so that her pert tits with the aroused nipples, hard, so hard mind you, could be seen full view. 

'Get her boots man' said Marlon and Carter looked down. Yes, Annette's boots. Cavalier black leather with high heels. Nice over tight denim but fucking impractical for a party. There wasn't a fucking horse in sight! Carter droppe down onto his knees and because of the booze felt as though he had left his head up on the ceiling like a fucking helium balloon. 'Shit' he muttered, but he managed to pull his wife's boots off. 

'You have to take Marlon's jeans down for him, Annette says' his wife demanded. This wasn't Simon says, a game was it? Anyway, he had to. He had to, he supposed to show that he was welcoming Marlon into their bed. Annette got his belt, his jeans quickly, but she was watching the way that Carter undid the big guy's jeans. Fuck, they were tight, and harder to push down, because....well....because his fucking cock was big and it seemed to have stiffened and thickened so it wouldn't let the denim down over the top of it.  Carter pulled Marlon's cock free, like a fireman tries to wrestle a hose through bushes. The fucking thing was big. Annette giggled at first and then, you know....she stared. Marlon's cock was as long as Carter's forearm and about as thick. Staring at it himself he wondered how the guy had ever wedged it inside his jeans.  Fucking hell it was big. It was really big! 

'No socks either of you' Annette demanded. Carter hopped around trying to remove his. After he had finished he removed socks for Marlon who sat back on the bed and watched him casually. The man's dick was sticking up. Annette kissed the man on his mouth and lay back on the bed, her legs apart, showing the moist insides of her sex like it was a taunt or something. It was kind of animal like, like a rut thought Carter. He looked at his wife's sex and saw how full her labia were, engorged with blood and juicy looking. Carter looked down at his own cock and realised that an erection, at least for now, was about as likely as a snow storm in the sahara. He looked at Marlon and felt like a pillock. 

'Lick her' suggested Marlon, who never seemed lost for words. 

Carter crawled up the bed on hands and knees. Annette's sex looked big. She looked big sexed, with a juicy wet, lavish cunt that should have made his cock ache. But the neurones weren't working. None of the fucking signals went down to his 'little man'. 

'Do as Marlon says' Annette suggested with that look that said, 'you're too drunk aren't you!' 

Carter slumped forward and he almost buried his mouth in her lady garden. His nose landed first, pushed up between her sopping wet lips and he started to lick even as his head started to rise again. Annette winced. The arrival had looked gross, her husband disgusted her. Why couldn't he be a proper man and do things with a little finesse. As Carter startled to suckle, Annette looked up at Marlon as if in apology. May be the three in a bed had been a silly idea? Marlon though didn't seem to care and he stepped forward. He brought his circumcised cock to her mouth and she started to work her rouged lips around the girth of that handsome glans. His cock was a dusky pink there, lighter than the dark ebony shaft that pushed it forward confidently. His crown was pink and sleek, like the head of a bullet train that would drive anywhere. She moved her lips across its surface, looking up, cow eyed, checking that Marlon approved. The more Carter licked her the more she wanted to suck Marlon's dick. There, Marlon closed his eyes with pleasure. She took his weapon inside her mouth and moved back and forth gently on it, running her tongue like a sledge beneath it. 

'Make him do what you want' she teased Marlon. She had glanced down at Carter who was eating her like a greedy little pig. His tonguing was sexy, but the sight of him doing it was not. 

'Get you snout of there' ordered Marlon, tapping Carter on the shoulder. Carter looked up at him his face wet from Annette's sex. Carter was pushed to one side. Marlon moved to position his erection right between where Annette's lips had been lapped up till they stuck out proud. His head spinning, Carter reached for the bedside drawer where the packet of sheaths were stored. 

'No,' said Marlon firmly when he saw the packet of sheath come out, 'taking Annette bareback.' 

Carter looked at Annette. Fuck! He always had to wear sheaths. This was their birth control. Annette was meant to confirm his position on the matter. Carter's head thumped. Just kneeling upright was an effort. He watched as Annette lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. She reached down and pulled open her sex, showing Carter what she wanted from Marlon. Marlon, bareback. Marlon smiled and took up station and he began to brush that now wet and shiny glans up and down, up and down Annette's slit. 

'You been wanting this?' he asked her. 

She nodded, 'yes...all this week' she admitted. 

Carter blinked. Annette had been out and about all week long. She'd been out with someone. 

Marlon slotted into her, causing her to spasm, to groan loudly and to slide up the bed a foot with that first insistent thrust. God thought Carter staring at him. He got all of it inside her. He pushed the whole of that fucking inside her and now she was clinging to him, her legs curling around his waist. He started an easy sliding conquest, slap, slap, slap, slap. Annette wasn't just taking cock, she was kissing him. it looked the sort of prim little thank yous that you see shy young woman make when what they really need is a fucking affair. Carter shook himself, he couldn't think straight. He couldn't think clear. But the big guy was plouging her beautifully. She looked as though her sex was meant to hook up into his cock. He held her hands high above her head, against the pillow, pushed her legs further apart and knelt up so that he could pound his cock into her. 

Carter watched the room start to spin. No...no...he couldn't vomit or pass out now. Annette would be furious. Bereft of what to do he looked pleadingly at Marlon. 

'Lick my butt man' said Marlon. 

Carter nodded. OK, do that, do something. 

He moved around and saw that Annette followed his progress. Her neck and breasts were flushed pink but she still saw him move. Carter knelt as carefully as he could and each time tha Marlon's buttocks came back he licked up between those spread cheeks. Dropping his head a little Carter managed to flick up against the man's pendulous, swinging balls and up against his arsehole before he drove on back in with an insistent air. 

'He licking you?' Annette managed. She was snatching breathes. 

'Yeah!' Marlon confirmed. 

Annette moaned. Sometimes sensations and sentences cocktailed into ambrosia. 

'You come to cock when I say?' he demanded, his voice a thick gravel. 

'Yes' Carter's wife said. 

'You fuck anyway i choose?' he urged. 

'Yes.' she whimpered. 

Marlon's balls jolted. They seemed to race up against his body, squeezing, squeezing, contorting, wrenching hard as he grunted. Annette's legs locked, around his muscular torso, her toes curling. 

'God Marlon...oh darling.....' 

'Good girl' soothed Marlon, 'daddy take you loads tonight OK. You gonna get plenty sweet heart.' 

Annette was shaking on him as if he had caused an earthquake within. Her nails were digging into the ebony skin of his shoulders. 

'Please...' she whimpered. 

'That's fine babe, you just take it' he soothed. 

His balls were still dancing. He grunted again and Carter kissed them when at last Marlon came back against his awe struck face. 

'Kiss Annette' Marlon ordered. 

Carter moved about. He felt dirty, kissing the man's butt. He probably smelled and tasted of his arse. He went to wipe his face on the sheet and Marlon shook his head. Annette was to taste where his mouth had been forced and he in turn was to taste what had been in his wife's mouth. 

Carter slipped his wet tongue into Annette's mouth and tasted black cock. He could feel Annette rocking as Marlon started to thrust her again. Slap, slap, slap, slap, an increasing crescendo. 

'Now her tits...suck her fucking nipples' directed Marlon. 

Carter did as directed. Her nipples stuck out like new fungi pushing through grass. They were bullet hard. Bang, bang, bang, bang, Marlon was taking her full shaft. 

'Suck her paps....make the bitch remember how much she wants me!' snarled Marlon. 

Carter rolled his tongue over the nipples, they glistened, moving on Annette's rhytmically shaking breasts. 

'please Marlon....please! Please......please......PLEASE!!!' she gasped. 

Marlon dumped his second load in her. Carter watched as she arched up on his cock. His wife hooked herself about the man with her quivering legs and he just rammed on into her. 

At last.....

Annette collapsed beneath him. Her arms fell away, her mouth open. She needed a cool sheet, a quiet touch. If she stroked, or caressed him more then he would take her again. Right now, dear god, she needed to catch breath, she needed respite. Carter panicked. He thought that she might expire. Urgently he kissed her hair, then her forehead and then her fingers. He was terrified. 

'It's OK...OK, ' she urged her husband, shaking her hand free, 'do as Marlon says, it will be fine'. 

Carter nodded. His mouth was dry. It felt gritty. He watched as Marlon pulled his tick dick out of Annette. It was covered in thick white semen and translucent slime from inside Annette's beautiful cunt. His wife's sex made a sucking sound as it came free.  Carter stared at it, throbbing as if it had an engine within. 

'It's beautiful, tell Marlon' Annette coaxed. She was stroking Carter's hair like he was contemplating a dentists drill. The thing right then, fuck, the thing had done something massive. Annette was oozing, oozing snotty white semen from out of her hole. 

'God,' admitted Carter, 'fuck. You know how to use that.'

Annette smiled. She gasped a breath or two. Carter admired Marlon, what he did with her. 

'Come here' beckoned Marlon. He gestured. Carter was to draw close to the prong between them. 

'What does it smell off?' he demanded. 

Carter sniffed, 'my wife' he conceded. 

'What does it taste of?' Marlon continued. 

Carter licked, Annette watching the men. 

'Annette....and you' Carter admitted. 

'Good' said Marlon with a sigh, 'because the two wll always go together, understood?' 

'Yes' said Carter. 

They started to sleep three in the large bed then. Marlon slept in the middle with his arms around Annette who rapidly fell into a snuggled sleep with the man. Carter slept behind him, debarred from his wife.  The two of them drowsed off. Carter stared up at the celing. Bizarrely, doing as directed had saved his head. The room no longer threatened to spin. His nose, his head was full of some other scent, some other sensation. 

'In the morning man, you suck cock and then lick my bitche's fanny for her...then you can make breakfast whilst we fuck, savvy?' Marlon had red the rules to Carter just before sleep. 

Carter had nodded. 

It had been a shit week thought Carter. It had been an utterly shit week...but not for Annette, not for his wife. 

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