My Three Wives update

Chloe took her time, at first gently taking Elena’s stiffly throbbing nipples into her teeth, but soon sucking them greedily. She moved her head between Elena’s breasts, brushing her lips against the tender tips, lashing at Elena’s areolas with her tongue.

Elena was no longer aware of her other lovers or even of Chloe. She could only think of the building eroticism inside her, swelling deep within her to fill her body. She was completely abandoned to what it was doing to her, wicked and fiery. Her body felt like it was blooming, suffused with light, her hips circling to offer up her glistening cunt more and more readily. 

Chloe knew just what she wanted. She moved to satisfy Elena, slipping her hand down to cup her lover’s mons, pressing and fondling them as such juicy little petals deserved, especially when they brought sweet Elena so much pleasure. Then she slipped her middle finger inside of Elena, fucking her softly with it, but fucking her nonetheless. All while she kept kissing those nice, firm tits and the hard nipples that made them such a joy to play with.

Elena could not go long without admitting how good it felt, no matter how prim and proper she was. She arched her lissome body up and gasped. “Yes… yes, fuck me… shit, that’s so good… harder, baby… YES!”

Chloe let out a hum of triumph and pulled her finger away from Elena, loving as always how she’d reduced the dignified journalist to a wreck of lust. She kissed Elena’s succulent breasts goodbye then went down, to bury her head between Elena’s desperately spread thighs. 

She kissed the rich golden hair of Elena’s crotch, the flowing lips nestled deliciously under it, tasting as bright and sunny as the athletic blonde deserved. The first taste of Elena’s delightfully hot cream shot straight into Chloe’s system, arousing her strongly. She moaned as she sucked, lust surging inside her. 

Chloe flicked her tongue playfully, teasingly at Elena’s gates and drank eagerly the sweet juices that came from her taunting, that Elena couldn’t help but give her. Then her tongue became the treasure hunter, searching for Elena’s rapture inside the sensitive folds of her cunt…

Elena’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her chin fell, mouth hanging limply open. Her lips could barely form words. “Oh God… oh my God…”

Chloe let her tongue go where it wanted, to the very depths, the most decadent warmth of Elena’s delicious sex. Elena cried out with the delirious ecstasy of having Chloe licking so deep inside her. Her body arched off the bed, taut as a violin string, and Chloe gave her tongue another delectable treat, moving it to the top of Elena’s beautiful, succulent mons. She found the clitoris pulsing hard and worshipped it slowly, lovingly.

As Chloe gave the little button its tributes of lips and tongue, she moved around, spinning to sixty-nine with Elena. Until her own sodden cunt was across Elena’s face. For a split second, Elena was too lost in her own pleasure to realize what was happening. Then, knowing what it was, she let out a gasp of need and her tongue was drawn to Chloe’s sex like a magnet. She explored Chloe’s lips in a rush to destroy her with the same rapture she had felt.

The plunge of Elena’s tongue felt like a wildfire going through Chloe, burning her deliciously, and she could only imagine that Elena wanted this even more than she did. Elena kissed Chloe’s sweetly flowing pussy with a fervor that surprised them both.

The sight and sound of how Elena and Chloe merged pulled at Nate’s attention, even drawing it away from Nadine’s sucking. Despite having participated in the kind of orgy they were giving each other, somehow seeing them do it without him managed to be even more erotic. As he followed the flow of pleasure from Elena to Chloe, Chloe to Elena, both their tongues sunk into each other, he let out a muffled cry and his fat cock erupted, sending a geyser of white-hot cum through Nadine’s throat.

Nadine welcomed that sumptuous feast eagerly, sucking for all she was worth, until Nate was drained completely. Watching Chloe, watching Elena, feeling Nadine, it became one of the wildest orgasms Nate had ever felt, and he felt it for a long time.

Eventually, he was aware of a lessening in the crushing satisfaction he felt. He regained his senses enough to realize that Nadine was still working at his manhood, but she had followed Chloe’s example, coming around to straddle Nate’s face.

Nate tugged at her gorgeous hips and Nadine gurgled in anticipation as she lowered herself down to give her pussy to his tongue. Nate ran his open, kissing mouth along the entire length of her slit.

“Oooooh!” Nadine cooed as she felt Nate’s tongue snaking between her buttocks. Although Nate had never been reluctant to return the favor when it came to oral sex, this was the first time he had singled her out for anal.

Nadine moaned pleasantly as she thrust her ass down to him, still sucking lewdly at his cockhead. She could only wish that he had fucked one of the other girls beforehand—she would’ve loved to taste Elena or Chloe on his prick. 

Nate teased Nadine… moving his tongue back along the curve of her ass every time she thought her asshole was going to get the licking it deserved. Then he cupped her hips in his hands and held her against his face, driving his tongued into the puckered grommet of her ass. 

Nadine whooped in delight, pushing her head down so that all of his manhood was in her mouth, her throat, the knob pushed down into her gullet. She gulped greedily, squeezing some of his length with her throat muscles and licking the rest. His tongue went further into her anus.

Little shrieks of rapture rang out from both Chloe and Elena. Nate, multitasking as he never would’ve thought possible, could see that the end was near even as he tongued Nadine’s ass and absorbed the pleasure of being throated by her. He stared breathlessly, waiting for the two women’s climax, wanting to see which of them would give first. 

When it happened, he could almost feel the immensity of it in his own body. Chloe, more sexed up than ever, tensed harshly, then swooned into ecstasy. Elena did the same moments after, as oblivious as her lover to all but the bliss that fell over her once-straining body.

The women stayed in a tight embrace until the jagged rapture of orgasm had slipped completely away from them. Then they rolled apart to try and take back control of their heaving, overly satisfied bodies.

Pulling his tongue away from Nadine’s sphincter, Nate thrust it all into her dripping sex. He felt, could taste the convulsions that went through her folds as she started to come.

“Hnnnnhhh!” Nadine shrieked, lifting her mouth from his erection, leaving it angrily swollen and burgeoning with cum.

Before Nadine could recover enough to take his cock back into her mouth, Chloe had her hot mouth over Nate’s cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed inward as she sucked at him hard. Nadine contented herself stroking her tongue up and down Nate’s shaft. Then Elena’s head bumped against Nadine’s—their tongues slithered across Nate’s length as they kissed around it. The three women smiled at each other as they each worked away at Nate’s stony erection.

“Oh-ho-ho shit!” Nate groaned, stunned by the spectacle of seeing each of his three wives with their lips wrapped around his member. The sight alone was enough to finish him off.

As one, they sensed the orgasm he was on the brink of, the sheer inevitability of it. And they all pulled back, awed by how vast, how unstoppable his erection was at the moment of its full splendor, teased to the maximum, about to shoot.

Then Nate grunted and came, his spurting cock like a firehose, catching all of them with his cum. 

Elena felt a stinging ejaculation on her chest and she gritted her teeth against the sharp lash of arousal she felt, feeling the blessing and degradation of being marked by him. 

Chloe closed her eyes as she felt him cover her face in his ejaculate. It wasn’t just that ropes of his cum were now hanging from her eyebrows, it was that she couldn’t look, couldn’t watch him come all over her, without a burst of fresh lust on her part, one she knew none of them would have the strength to satisfy. 

And Nadine opened her mouth, eagerly and somehow unerringly taking a blast of his cum onto her tongue. Another stream slashed over her breasts, soaking into her skin, running down her body, but her pussy felt wettest of all. Drenched with a quick, sharp orgasm to go with tasting, feeling Nate’s seed. 

Elena and Chloe moaned and panted, pained by how exhausted they were as they sagged onto the bed. Nadine grinned broadly, around the wad of cum she held in her mouth, and jumped out of bed. As fit as the two women were, Nadine knew herself to be an Olympic-class athlete. She was the only one who could keep up with Nate, which meant most of the afterplay would be on her.

She went to pour them all fresh drinks. Nadine would’ve simply brought the bottle, but considering the state of their mouths, she doubted Nate would want to share a container with any of them at the moment. Odd, since they all liked the taste of his cum. Maybe familiarity bred contempt. A good thing, then, that she would never be used to how hard these little orgies made her come.

“Somehow I don’t think we need to liven things up in the bedroom,” Chloe commented as she accepted her drink. Nadine had to press it into her hand and wrap her fingers around it. She lacked the strength to drink it as of yet.

Elena could, just barely, sip her drink as she beamed at the others. “Mmm… and this used to seem like such a taboo. I was so nervous.”

Nadine drank hers and smiled. “At least you three were friends. How do you think I felt? But I am glad we all gave it a try.”

Nate saw Chloe trying to lift her glass and having trouble not shaking it. He helped her, bringing the glass to her lips and tipping it for her to drink. “I don’t know about you three, but I doubt we’ll be getting any sleeping done on these covers tonight. Talk about dirty laundry. How about we ring for a maid and take off to the pool to cool down?”

“Oh, Nate—“ Elena sighed. “You’re really going to make some poor maid wash your love juice away?”

“They’re going to do it when we leave,” Nate reasoned. “And I’ll leave a big tip. A hundred dollar bill. That’s like Scrooge McDuck money over here.”

Nadine reached over to rub some of the sweat from his forehead. “I’ll kick in some tip money. And I’ve been pretty evil.”

“I could throw in a twenty if that buys me out of any guilt,” Chloe said.

Elena blinked. “Guys, does it really make sense for all of us to tip—fine, I have a fifty somewhere.”

***

Every sleek muscle in her sensual body moved at peak performance, both aesthetically and functionally, as Lara Croft came out of the Cessna and padded down the steps to the blacktop of the runway. Her heels clicked off the last carpeted step and she was fully in the blazing noonday sun, but Lara did not sweat—not yet at any rate. The tall, leggy brunette was as used to ignoring desert heat as she was lascivious stares. She could indeed deal with the sun as easily as a man.

Eyes alert for the tall, lean shape of the one she’d come to find, Lara walked to the edge of the runway and the beginning of the scorching Indian sands. She could see—with a little relief—a trail of dust pointed her way. A few moments later, the jeep stopped in a cloud of sand and she saw the driver, Nadine Ross, give her a nod.

Lara felt an intangible sense of letdown that neither Nate nor Chloe or Elena had met her. The two TV hosts seemed interesting enough, for journalists, and she was always interested in meeting another raider. Nadine she’d heard good things about, but Lara was always a bit bored by mercenaries. She’d met very many in her line of work and they tended to have little passion except for money and murder, neither of which interested Lara overmuch.

Nadine seemed to feel much the same. She didn’t make any move to welcome Lara, not even putting a smile on her dark face.

“I take it there’s no offer to carry my bags forthcoming?” Lara quipped.

“The only luggage I’m picking up is you.”

 

Lara quirked a smile at Nadine’s retort. Well, at least she’d be hard to push around. That might make her mildly interesting.

All Lara carried was in a backpack, so she slung that into the backseat and climbed into the passenger side. If she couldn’t drive, she liked being as close to the steering wheel as possible. It was hard for her to trust others with things like being able to handle themselves in a car chase or not dying. But, in deference to Britain’s reputation for politeness, she’d let Nadine play chauffeur.

They roared away, Lara sighing as the wind rippled past them. So much for her hairstyle. Not until she returned to civilization would she be able to bother with a salon. It would have been nice to meet Nathan Drake without her hair in ruins.

Why hadn’t he been there to meet her? Was she losing her sex appeal or was he not the rake that his reputation suggested? It must be the work. As much as a rapscallion as she’d heard Nate was, he had a work ethic that did credit to the United States. He lived and breathed his archaeology. Lara could sympathize, but she did try to enjoy herself too. She hoped Nate would be at least a little fun. So far, the whole expedition could do with some livening up.

In a month, the Western monsoons would start. That would be it for digging. She’d written a large check to the dig in Jakhanur, hoping the expertise of Nate and his team would be enough to get the job done—or at least take a bite out of it—before the sands started blowing. 

Like any good capitalist, Nate would try to double his money, his allies Chloe and Elena filming the whole thing for some God-awful documentary series. Lara didn’t mind. All she cared about, for the most part, was unearthing the Dravidian civilization. And if, aside from the scientific value of the site, there was some sweeping romance in an exotic locale with someone tall, dark, and handsome? 

Speaking of—Nadine was all three of those things.

For her last day in civilization, Lara had worn white heels, a slender mauve skirt, and a white silk blouse. She’d change into more practical—not to mention more scandalous—attire when she reached the camp. For now, though, she had to put up with the skyrocketing temperature of the Thar. To let the wind help with her sweat, she worked her skirt up her thighs until her silk hose could be seen in full. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nadine taking an interest.

It had been a while since Lara had met a man, or a woman, up to her standards. The notion of working with Nathan Drake and his bevy of cohorts had reawakened her—ignited her needs. Perhaps the jeep might pull over for some reason? 

Daringly, Lara opened her legs. The jeep had no doors and so her right leg hung out the side, exposing her panties. Effecting a superior attitude, Lara let herself take no notice of Nadine’s attentions. But inwardly, she wondered what the woman would do next.