#nedalsei

Alyssandra and Cersei making out

Cersei sucking on Aly's tit

scissoring

It had been two months since Robb and Jon’s arrival into the world. Ned was still out with Brandon, but both boys were asleep, and so I had been grabbed as soon as I had finished brushing my teeth and tugged to the bed. Cersei was pressing kisses down my neck and across my collarbones, my hands running over her back, until the clearing of a throat snapped my attention away from my wife’s affection and towards the door. Ned’s eyes hungrily took us both in, splayed across the duvet in our satin and lace. I glanced down at Cersei, her mouth hovering over my skin, then back at our husband.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Ned said, calmly walking across the room. “I am quite happy to watch.” He sat in the armchair in the corner and gestured for us to continue.

Needing no further encouragement, Cersei resumed her efforts, her lips brushing over the top of my breast, exposed above my satin nightgown. Her hands grabbed at my hips, kneading over new stretch marks. I slipped one of my own between her legs, gently rubbing over the satin, savoring how she rutted into my hand. She sat back and moved to tug my nightgown up, but I quickly grabbed her hands, stopping her. Cersei turned her face up to mine, frowning. Behind her, I could see Ned’s brow furrow.

“I just, we haven’t—neither of you have seen me since the boys were born,” I said quietly.

“So?” Cersei asked, thumbs rubbing over my hipbones. “You’re barely wearing anything now, what could you possibly be hiding?” I shrugged, looking away from her. She sighed, glancing over her shoulder at Ned, then looking back at me with a soft expression.

“We don’t care what marks you have,” she said. “We care that you’re our wife, who we love, and whose tits and cunt we want to devour. Alright?”

I sighed, smiling at her directness. “Alright.”

“Good.”

Cersei tugged the satin off of me, then pulled down my panties as well, leaving me completely bare to her and Ned. She tilted her head, admiring me for a moment, then bent down and gently kissed me. She trailed kisses down my neck as her fingers slid between my legs.

“You’re gorgeous,” she murmured against my collarbone, a small gasp leaving me as her finger slipped inside me. “Gods above are you hot.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ned palming himself over his slacks, but that was of very little concern, what with my wife’s mouth wrapping around my nipple and a second finger pushing into me. I arched up into her, nails digging into her back. Cersei flicked her tongue and crooked her fingers and I squirmed in delight.

“Oh fuck, Cers, I’m, mmm!”

My body responded to her quickly, obediently. I had been starving for any touch other than the soft newness of our sons, but I had been so concerned with how they had changed me that I had felt incapable of asking for it. Now all I could think of was giving Ned exactly the show he had sat down for.

Alyssandra, as soon as she caught her breath, grabbed at Cersei’s clothes, tugging insistently. Cersei laughed, sitting up and pulling her camisole off, then shimmying out of her tiny shorts. I watched Alyssandra’s eyes grow hungry, her need for our wife burning in her gaze. She grabbed Cersei’s waist, then flipped them, putting Cersei underneath her and getting between her legs. She looked over at me with a cheeky smile and winked, before slotting her thigh under Cersei’s.

“Oh, going to give him his favorite?” Cersei asked, hands greedily kneading at Alyssandra’s gorgeous ass. My already hard cock throbbed as Alyssandra wiggled into position, pressing her cunt right against Cersei’s.

“Fuck,” I muttered. We had all been tired, with two newborns, and besides, Cersei and I had agreed that we didn’t want to do anything until Alyssandra was also ready again. And I had been happy to continue as long as she needed. But now, watching the two of them rutting against each other, their delicate hands holding each other’s thighs and caressing each other’s breasts, I felt all the blood in my body shoot directly to my cock. I had meant it, when I said I was happy to watch. But I couldn’t ignore myself completely. I slowly worked my hand, savoring the movements of my wives, the sounds they made.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Cersei groaned as Alyssandra arched her back, her hair like a river of fire over her skin. “Ned, isn’t she fucking hot?”

“Shit, she’s hotter than I know what to do with,” I replied through gritted teeth. “You both are.”

I forced myself to hold off until they finished; luckily, their pent up desire pulled them both quickly over the edge, moaning each other’s names before Alyssandra collapsed beside Cersei and they tenderly kissed. I had a second of clarity, to be concerned about making a mess, then Cersei was on her knees in front of me and a moment later I was spilling down her throat, Alyssandra watching smugly from the bed. Cersei sat back on her heels, and for a minute we were quiet, all feeling soft and loose. Then there was a cry from the next room, and instantly Alyssandra was sitting up, concerned.

“I’ll get it,” I told her, standing and doing up my slacks. “You two get in bed, you’ve done plenty today.” I bent and kissed Cersei, with a quiet ‘I love you,’ then walked over to the bed and kissed Alyssandra.

“You are beautiful,” I murmured, resting my forehead against hers. “And hot, and I love you.” I kissed her again, then leaned back, smiling. “Now get some rest, hm? Snuggle up with our hot wife.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.”

I left them curled together, back in their pretty pajamas. By the time I returned from settling Jon, they were fast asleep. I admired them for a minute, then quickly changed and got in behind Alyssandra, overwhelmingly proud to have two such women in my bed.