Genie in a Bottle

For him, it has no doubt been many many lifetimes, and in this one, I’m the one in possession of the magic lamp. He’s been doing it for so long that he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. I can only imagine what being a genie for so long has taught him, but from what I’ve been able to witness in just my brief time, it’s probably more than anyone one person could handle. It’s more an intuitive skill, too, because I rubbed that lamp when he was in his late twenties, and he’s been mine ever since. He just knows, you can tell, and he’s been able to read me from the get-go. His kisses are like some sort of Vulcan mind meld, and when he wraps those magic lips around a clit, it like turning on cruise control, because he’s going to get you to your destination, and all you need to do is just buckle up. I think I’ll continue to ask for three more wishes for my third wish and keep him around at my beck and call.

Speaking of rubbing the magic lamp, this one time at band camp… I kid, but I did give one of my wishes away one time, and she was very much worth it for me. She is my childhood best friend, and we are still tight as thieves. We did everything together, got married, had kids, and even worked together and came up through the ranks and both managed large teams and, by most measurables, were very successful in life, except for one very important aspect. I had a genie in a bottle, and she had an anchor. There was one thing we hadn’t done together yet.

I got this call one night from her hysterical, she is crying her eyes out that he husband had filed for divorce, already served her papers, and is threatening to take custody, etc. I personally felt relieved for her but hated to see her so distraught, even if he wasn’t worth it. She asked if she could come over and felt bad because she didn’t want to burden us or ruin any plans we might have had, and I demanded it and told her to grab a bottle or three. She was hesitant and embarrassed because she said she was a mess, so I lied and told her that my husband was out for the night with some guys from out of town and that we could order in, drink heavily, and commiserate like in old times, just the two of us. She thanked me profusely and said that she’ll grab a couple of bottles on the way, and I told her to bring her toothbrush because I wouldn’t let her leave drunk and that she could say in the guest room, no worries, and I insisted.

My poor man; he was looking forward coming home and grabbing a pizza and chilling ourselves when I called him, but was very sweet and understanding when I gave him a brief rundown and asked if he could stay out. He felt terrible that she was sad but also agreed with my sentiment that we both thought she deserved so much more and that she’d be fine with time, if not better, and genuinely just crossed our fingers that this time it was definitive. So he agreed that there was more that he could do at the office, and then he’d hit up his good friend for drinks that he had been neglecting. I told him to have fun, Uber home, and asked that he give his buddy my love and say hello for me.

So my girl gets to my house, and by then she had calmed down quite a bit, and though you could tell she’d been crying, she was just as beautiful to me as ever. She came prepared double-fisted with our favorite champagne, and I told her that our favorite Chinese was on the way and that we were going to need it. She put our pacifiers down, and we just hugged it out like we always do when it comes to her a-whole husband. There were many nights over the years when I would talk her down and gently try to show her that she deserved better. She always lacked the confidence in herself to leave and always wished she had someone like I did. I told her she could, but it is hard when only one person in a relationship puts in the work. So we kicked our shoes off, grabbed a big blanket, and flopped onto the couch to commiserate until the food arrived, and then we knew it was safe to start drinking.

It never takes us very long to make each other feel better. We ate, drank, and talked, and she kept talking about my relationship and how it never worked out for her, how my husband was a genie, and how he and I were so lucky. I told her that every relationship is hard work, that we work at it every day, and that it was only possible because we both put in the work, but we agreed that it did seem to require a lot of luck too. I told her that better days were ahead for her; little did we know then. I pointed out how successful she is, what a great mother she is, still how breathtaking she is, and how any man, with the caveat being her stupid husband, should be so lucky. She is tall, a natural beauty with a thick gorgeous head of curly dark hair, and the curvy body and booty to match, and don’t get me started on her skin. We were soon shit-faced and on top of that, I broke out the gummies, and we were melted into the couch in each other’s arms when my husband came home. It was later than we knew, and he was wasted too as he bounced through the door and announced, “Don’t worry, I Ubered.”

He came over to us on the couch and said, “Don’t get up,” and nearly fell onto us to give me a kiss and hug before greeting my girlfriend by bowing apologetically like a monk because of what I had briefed him. He smelled of pheromones and alcohol, and weirdly enough, I was instantly turned on by his drunken hormones. She saw it in my face, and it triggered her immediately before she gave me a pouty face, and it started to take a turn for the worse seeing our inherent affections. She started to tear up, and I embraced her and held her in my arms as my husband stood up dumbfounded and clueless and just instinctively apologized. My girlfriend felt bad and grabbed his hand to put him at ease, and stated that she had better get going anyway. I don’t know what came over me, but I told her she couldn’t leave and that we both wanted her to stay. She was now crying and shaking and trying to escape, and I nodded to my dumb husband in her direction to do something, and he shrugged his shoulders as if throwing up his hands and saying he didn’t know what to do. So, I took the initiative and rubbed my magic lamp.

I didn’t even know then what I was thinking, but something came over me. I wiped her tears away, cupped her beautiful face in my hands, and softly kissed her full, pouty, and quivering lips. Yep, I was toasted and high af, and she, like my husband, initially just sat there dumbfounded. She looked into my eyes and gave me the same shrugged shoulders he had, to which I shrugged back, and kissed her again, that time she was receptive and reciprocated, and our kiss progressed to tongues, and our hands began to wonder, all the while my husband stood there like a deer in headlights, too frightened to move, until my girlfriend and I each took one of his hands and pulled him into our kisses.

I’ve never really been into girls; sure, I’ve kissed one in college, and what’s there not to like, but my girlfriend was in need, and there is nothing I like more than helping someone in need. How altruistic, I know. I just felt bad, and not for her, but because she didn’t know how worthy she is, and I wanted to help her see that. And if there is one thing I do know, it is that I have a genie and that he just happened to be now kneeling at our feet. He’s also a quick learner, or maybe it is just those lifetimes of experience, but he caught on quickly as I grabbed the back of their heads and directed them into action. I never knew it could be so fucking hot to see my man kiss another woman, but I was so turned on by it. He was still hesitant, but I think he kept a strong face for her and understood the assignment and that it wasn’t a hall pass, because I was going to be with him every step of the way.

She melted in his mouth and his hands just like I do. I didn’t give her time to think and told her to raise her arms, to which she obeyed and I knelt up on my knees to remove her shirt as my husband kissed down her neck and in-between her full ample breasts. He hadn’t lost his touch and efficiently removed her bra as I pushed her over onto her back and started to tug on her sweats. My husband kissed me for reassurance, and I was so turned on that I couldn’t remember the last time we kissed so hungrily. My girlfriend pouted again and tried to cover her breast and said no fair that she was the only one topless, to which she and I facilitated the removal of my husband’s shirt. He is in outstanding shape, and we both got temporarily detoured and distracted rubbing his pecs and abs before we hungrily instructed him to stand up. She sat back up and we both teamed up on his belt and button fly jeans like he was a surprise present to tear into. We got his jeans to his knees, and he stepped out of his shoes and pants and we were correct, surprise!

I nodded to my girlfriend as if saying, I told you, and she instinctively grabbed his thick waking manhood and me by the back of my head this time, and gave me a deep hungry kiss and silently begged me to suck it with her big brown pleading eyes, that I just couldn’t say no to. I grabbed my husband’s beautiful hanging cock, and sucked it diamond hard, taking it to the hilt several times before withdrawing it and pulling her agape mouth onto it. You would’ve thought that she never had one, the way she hungrily devoured him. I personally never thought I was all that skilled at it anyway, but watching her take him like a pro had me taking notes. She grabbed him by his tightening balls and literally swallowed him whole until she gagged from the effort, and that turned each of us on even more. My husband growled in pleasure as we both took our turns, me practicing to see if I could without choking while she was just getting her fill as if it might disappear. My poor husband just had to stand there while a couple of hungry women pulled his cock deep into the back of their throats with one of each of their hands cupped to one of each his ass checks in case he tried to run. He took it like the champ he is before he couldn’t take it anymore, pulled my top off, and was about to pull me to my feet to remove my sweats until I reminded him with another nod of my head in her direction what the assignment still was.

He then grabbed her beautiful face, and pulled her off his cock, and to her feet where I continued to remove her sweats and soaked panties. She was noticeably weak in the legs like a baby doe, but that could have been contributed to the alcohol, gummies and yeah, maybe even my husband’s cock. Since they both were in their birthday suits, I took the reins again and directed him to sit down on the couch and positioned her to straddle him. I knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock and hawk tuahed it before directing her down onto it. She moaned as she lowered herself slowly to accommodate him, and I sat back on my heels to enjoy the show. Again she showed her prowess, this time in the saddle as she took him to the hilt and danced her own latin flavor Cha Cha Cha while my husband wrapped his strong arms under hers, and over her shoulders to pull her down harder, and possibly to slow her roll while he grinded his cock into her deepest parts, and tried to keep himself preoccupied mouthing her perfect breasts like a hungry newborn. She lap-danced the shit out of my man, and was getting close to cumming before she looked back for me, and beckoned me to come up and join her. I stepped out of my sweats and panties, and went back up on the couch to pacify her as much as I could as she panted and moaned into my kisses until ultimately cumming in my husband lap. It was so fucking hot to see what he does to me in someone else. She jerked and twitched as if being hit with a cattle prod and stood up off his tireless cock with her legs wobbling and arms waving saying she needed a breather, and that she wanted to see him fuck me. I told her that this was her night, to which she responded, “Then do it for me”?

She took the reins this time and stood me up and told me to mount him backwards facing her, and I got scared. I never knew that she was such a freak in the bed, or couch in this case, but I was also so wet from watching her fuck my husband that I desperately needed to rub that magic lamp myself. I straddled him and leaned back on him where I could feel his heavy breath on my neck and the strong thumping of his heart on my back while she knelt between our legs this time. There I was able to look down my body, between my full breasts and down my flat stomach to watch as she cleaned her orgasm from my husband’s beautiful cock. My mind screamed “Holy Shit” as looked down into her eyes, finally getting to realizing what it looks like watching a woman suck your cock, and my pussy was off to the races, and biting at the bit until she guided his cock inside me to shut it up, and yet I was still unprepared for what she did next.

I was already rounding the bases from all the excitement I witnessed, and she took it to a whole other level. As I slowly chair danced on my husband’s cock, she licked from the tant of his cock up to and around my clit and I thought I might die right there. Then she wrapped her full lips around my clit and spread me with her face and flickered her tongue across my clit while her moans reverberated through both our bodies while she also rolled his tightening balls in her hand. She was in the zone and it was so beautiful to witness her rolling her hips as if she was still riding his magic cock. I couldn’t help it and soon came so fucking hard that it triggered my husband to also start to lose it. Just as he was about to cum, for her coup de gras, she pulled his cock from my sated pussy and took it into her mouth and continued to roll his undercarriage in her one hand while stroking his cock in the other until he bellowed like a beast and unloaded deep down her throat, and she swallowed without spilling a drop.

We all fell into the couch once again, one big sweaty hot delicious mess, and I told her, fuck your husband, we’ll marry you, and we all cracked up while we rested up for round two, and you already know what my third wish is always going to be.

Happy Hump Day!