My Three Wives update

“Hello stranger. You’re home early,” Nadine said when Nate walked through the door, peeling his dirty jacket from his sweat-soaked arms. He pulled his equally sweaty A-shirt off next. “Come on in. I was just setting up bar.”

Libya, at least under the current regime, was a dry country, but Nadine had enough contacts to manage some bourbon. She fetched a bottle and some glasses while Nate went to the sink to try rinsing the sand from his pores. He cupped his hands under the running faucet, collecting the lukewarm water in his palms, then splashed onto his face and upper body. 

“How was your day?” Nadine asked, popping the cap from a bottle of bourbon with a single flex of her girthy arm muscles.

“Couldn’t tell you. It all still feels like a blur without Sully.” Nate shook his head. “Can you believe he retired? You think it was this last job?”

Nadine poured. “Doesn’t strike me as any crazier than your usual misadventures.”

“Yeah, but all that so we can give a scrap of paper to some government hoi polloi so he’ll let us film in the backyard of some grand poobah.” Nate took the drink from Nadine as if he’d barely noticed it and gulped it down. “It’s not like things always came up aces when we were treasure hunting, but at least we were in the game, you know? Losing big in Vegas, that’s part of the fun!”

“Some fun,” Nadine remarked. “Are you really complaining that your income is slightly steadier now that you have more of a life plan than get-rich-quick schemes?”

“I met you on one of those get-rich-quick schemes.”

Nadine watched hungrily as Nate drank. In her present state, she wasn’t in much of a position to enjoy it. “Yes. And the TV show is a better get-rich-quick scheme. We can sell DVDs. And getting shot at is actually the exception rather than the norm.”

“And think of the baby, I know, I know.” He nodded to the growing baby bump at Nadine’s waist. “Hard not to.” He cleaned his hands under the tap again and rubbed at the back of his dirty neck, soiling palms and fingers again. “Maybe I should just take a bath.”

It was then that Chloe and Elena burst into the room, barely able to keep their hands off each other long enough to close the door. They had to gropingly fumble, trying to swing it shut with the proper hardness, and Nadine took a step to secure the door herself before Chloe managed to slam it shut. 

Then she gave Elena a shove, slamming her against the now resoundingly shut door, and began peeling her own clothes off. Her dusky skin, pouting breasts, and succulently shaven cunt came out in moments, demanding Elena’s attention even more than they had when Chloe was clothed.

“Hello to you too,” Nadine said in a slight snarl.

“Long day,” Chloe replied. “Long, sexless day—frustrating—aggravating—I really need to come. And Elena really needs to make me come…”

Her eyes shifted to Elena who grinned, flustered, warming to Chloe’s gaze without any inhibitions cropping up to ruin her fun. She could only keep her good-girl hesitation up for a second before followed suit, stripping herself. Her breasts were small and supple, her skin creamy and pale, with a thatch of cropped hair at her groin that matched the wheat-colored ponytail she wore upstairs. Slight and slender as she was, there was kinky potential in Elena’s slim, athletic body. Nadine growled to see her naked.

“Maybe I could wait on that bath,” Nate said.

The moment Elena was finally undressed, Chloe growled herself and pulled Elena to the bed, flinging her down on it and then dropping on top of her. She stretched her dark, curvy body over Elena’s spartan length, kissing her as though it were a religion.

Elena didn’t think she’d ever get used to the variety of kisses she experienced, being married to one man and two women, but she quickly grew familiar with these particular lips. Chloe’s kiss was both soft and gently demanding. Elena accepted it, barely thinking. 

Chloe’s tongue surged into her mouth possessively and Elena’s pulse raced as she met it with her own, welcoming this particular brand of sexual pleasure—as well as the watching eyes of Nate and Nadine, which was its own kind of arousing.

Chloe’s firm, lush breasts pressed into her own, almost like a second and a third kiss, with her tender nipples sparking against Chloe’s and the feel of Chloe’s wet, brimming cunt on her own swollen pussy. It was a thrill Elena would never be used to—new and different and wild, almost depraved, tempting her away from any of her usual neuroses until she had no choice but to enjoy it completely. Then, with a moan muffled by Chloe’s lips, she put her arms around the other woman and pulled their bodies even more closely together. Their kiss went on and on…

Elena was the best kind of conquest for Chloe, an eager recipient of her attention, letting Chloe drink in her interest and enjoyment until their lips finally parted. Then Elena lifted her dizzy head and smiled. 

“I think they’re enjoying the show.”

Chloe didn’t even look at Nate and Nadine, though she knew that was who Elena was referring to. “I’ll do it nice and slow so they don’t miss anything,” she said, returning the smile before bringing her lips down on Elena’s.

Their bodies moved slowly against each other, tawny skin and pale squealing together. Their bodies gleamed brightly, soft light caught on the sweat that coated their bodies, their feverish anticipation and building passion literally dripping off of them.

Watching them together, Nate felt a little embarrassed, voyeuristic, but that streak of puritanism quickly dissolved when faced with the sheer eroticism of what they were doing. His cock swelle. His attention paid to the bed became avid, obsessive, needful. 

Nadine saw how he was, practically drooling, and she grinned. Rubbing her baby bump. Remembering how she had got it. “Need some help with that?” she asked.

Nate’s eyes vaguely flickered in the direction of his growing erection, not that even that slightly humiliating reaction could distract him from the show Chloe and Elena were putting on for any amount of time. “No… I’m good…” he said offhandedly, not really thinking about it.

“I think I’ll help out anyway,” Nadine said, grin widening. “I’m not waiting until those two are in the mood for some meat too.”

“Meat…?” Nate asked distantly.

Nadine went to Nate, taking the empty glass from his hand and setting it down before Nate grew too distracted to have any muscular control whatsoever. She, on the other hand, was very conscious of the muscles in his shirtless build, the desire that was abundantly abundant in the bulge showing proudly at the fly of his trousers.

“Don’t worry about it, Nate—I’ll take care of everything.”

With a push, Nate was on the bed beside Chloe and Elena. They took small notice of him, grinning at his befuddled look before going back to each other. Then Nadine was leaning over Nate, caressing his unshaven jaw, running her dark hand down his powerful chest, his taut belly, until she was drawing the zipper of his fly down the hot throbbing of his manhood.

Chloe and Elena both let out soft moans. Muffled as they were by each other’s mouths, it was like they were making the same sound split into two bodies. Nate watched their lips merge, their tongues tangle, in total astonishment. “Nadine, if I don’t make a lot of eye contact this time around, please don’t take it personally.”

Nadine grinned again, gently brushing her fingertips along the length of Nate’s fat cock. “Don’t worry about it. No eye contact makes it a lot hotter.”

It was strange for Nate to feel a hand other than his own on his member in such a masturbatory interlude—it wasn’t quite sex and it wasn’t quite self-pleasure. Hell, it wasn’t even voyeurism, considering the snickering enjoyment Chloe and Elena obviously took in being watched. 

Still, he found it hard to concentrate on them when it felt so good to close his eyes and give into the feeling of Nadine closing her hand around his big prick, nothing else. Nate groaned and arched his back at the feeling of Nadine squeezing him. He had an urge to get his hands on some naked flesh himself, and he reached out to grasp one of Chloe’s firm buttocks as she laid on top of Elena. It felt good in his hand and Chloe made no move to make him release her.

Nadine stroked him in her powerful grasp, slipping his foreskin back to reveal his purpling knob, humming in pleasure at the sight of his engorged cockhead. She lazily slapped the cockhead and its first few inches of shaft against her strong features, playful in how she reenacted what Nate might be doing in earnest if she were the full recipient of his lust. 

Then she was through teasing. Determined to get his full attention no matter how L Word his other two wives were being, she bent her head to Nate’s lap and sucked his cockhead into her full lips.

“Ghhh!” Nate groaned, watching and hearing every detail of Chloe and Elena fucking next to him while feeling Nadine gorge herself on his manhood. It all set him on fire with pure, heated need he had to satisfy. 

With his free hand, he reached down to Nadine’s gorgeous mane of curly hair and captured it in his hand, ready to wrest her back down to his erection the moment she let one inch of his length out of her mouth.

He needn’t have bothered. Nadine had long since become addicted to Nate’s cock, big, stiff, and alive to the slightest touch. She’d never seen a prick as big as Nathan Drake’s, yet she’d never get enough of it either.

The feeling of having his cock in her mouth thrilled her as much as it did Nate. Nadine gurgled happily, winding her tongue around his knob. Nate groaned, shoving his hips up off the bed in his haste to surrender to the feeling. 

A good six inches went into Nadine’s mouth, the cockhead punching into her throat. She gagged on his massive prick, but forced herself to gulp it down, whimpering as she pitched her head down on Nate’s lengthy erection. Ran her hand along his hairy loins to cup his scrotum, squeezing it while she pistoned her mouth on his shaft. 

With three wives and, as he’d been told, the sweetest cum outside of Europe, getting throated wasn’t a new sensation for Nate, but getting off while he was already overwhelmed by Chloe and Elena’s lovemaking felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. 

The polite little reservations he’d had about watching Chloe and Elena in action, or even getting blown by Nadine as he did it, melted away like an ice cube under a blowtorch. The action of Nadine’s mouth around his erection felt amazing. Added to that, the liquor kicked in, giving him a relaxed ease that helped him totally enjoy all the sights and sounds and sensations he was presented with. He luxuriated completely in what was happening, giving himself over to all of it. Letting happen whatever wanted to happen.

Chloe and Elena’s fuck was getting pretty wild. Elena was being driven crazy by how Chloe pleasured her, slowly and deliberately, enjoying every iota of satisfaction she generated. The reporter mewled like a kitten lapping up cream as she writhed and twisted underneath Chloe.

Chloe herself was enjoying Elena immensely, as well as being the object of Nate’s lust, and she was in no hurry to end the pleasure of either by actually getting Elena off. Like a cat with a mouse, she wanted to toy with her prey until she’d had all the sport she could get out of it.