The fantasy had bothered for weeks now. I first dreamt of the
possibility over a month ago, but had never approached my wife
with the idea. Finally, I cautiously approached Kate with my sexual
desire.
"Hey hon, can I ask you a question?" I asked as I walked over
to the couch and joined her.
"Sure. What is it dear?" she replied with her wonderful smile.
She was 5'7" and weighed 140 pounds. She had gorgeous blue eyes,
and brown hair -- not auburn or deep brown, but a true brown
color. She wasn't grossly skinny -- Kate wore a nicely curved,
rounded figure.
"What kind of fantasies do you have, sexually?"
"Well, ... Me and you, making wonderful love."
"No, no, I mean, do you ever think about having sex with
others?"
"No. Why?"
She sounded quite disgusted at the idea. And then after a
pause, she screamed, "You didn't!!! Did you? Who was she?"
"No one. No. That's not it at all."
"Oh." She paused. "I'm sorry dear. I didn't mean..."
"I know." I cut her off mid-sentence. "I ... I was just
wondering, have you ever thought about a ... a threesome?"
"Oh." The thought came to her hard. "Well, I have ... but I've
never really considered the possibility. It was more of a fleeting
thought. I'm guessing you've given thought to the idea?"
"Yeah. I've considered it. I don't mean to sound like I'm not
satis-"
She kissed me, shutting me up.
"I know dear. I'm curious too. I like the idea."
I embraced her.
"Now I'm guessing your fantasy was me and you and another
girl," she inquired. She now had a mischievious smile on her face.
I nodded in reply to her question. "That's what my idea was, too,"
she comforted me.
We kissed again. Slowly, our lips parted and made way for our
tongues. This kiss had a certain fire to it that we had not felt
for years since we were first married. My hand crept up her shirt,
and crawled under her bra. Pushing it upward, I freed her breast
from its constraint.
"No, Luke, not right ..." She tried to protest. I ignored her.
Slowly I massaged her breast, being careful not to break our
kiss. My finger circled her nipple slowly, bringing a audile moan
while she gleefully squirmed. I broke our kiss, and pulled her
shirt upward. I brought my lips to her breast and began to kiss
it. Taking both hands I reached around her and completely
realeased her bra. Moans escaped as I worked on of her glorious
breast with my lips and tongue, and the other with my hands. I
worked one nipple gentle between my teeth, applying light pressure
and then running my tongue over the light pink flesh. A hand
vigorously worked the other breast, massaging the soft, lucious
tissue, circling the inner circle of her areola, and lightly
pinching and tweaking the nipple. She was breathing hot and
heavly, pushing my head ever more into her bosom begging me not to
stop. She was in ectasy.
I then pulled her forward, never stopping the attention I was
giving to her chest. She came off the couch onto her knees. I
quickly worked to loosen her pants. I pushed both her jeans and
her panties to the floor. Running my fingers through her thin
bush, loader moans escaped. I then worked my finger around her
labia, rubbing the inside skin, yet careful not to penetrate her
yet. Now finger fingers were quite wet from her inner juices.
Digging deep into her folds, I found her clit. Quickly yet gently
I rubbed her knob bring a load scream of pleasure from her. I
finally broke my oral conentration on her nipples as I pushed
her to the ground. At the same time, I took and pushed a finger
into her hot, wet cunt and began to twist it around inside. She
has a spasm at this from the pleasure. Leaning away from her, I
licked the finger that had just been inside.
She giggled at the gesture. She knew what was comming.
I pulled her jeans and panties all the way off in one quick
motion, and started at her bare feet. I kissed and suckled each
toe on her right foot, moved over to her calf, licking it all the
way. I reached the inner thigh of her right leg, and concentrated
on kissing the soft, smooth flesh. Pushing further northward, a
gave a passing kiss over her cunt to tease her. I hit her inner
left thigh with my tongue, and continued to lick and kiss her leg.
I pulled back to her calf, despite her moans and pleas to finish
what I started. I reached her other foot, and slickly licked her
sole, making her shiver from the tickling sensation. I nuzzled her
lower leg, and then extend my face forward to her sweet vagina. I
kissed her womanhood and ran my tongue through the folds of her
labia. A moan erupted, and that was my cue to stop. I returned my
attention to her toes, kissing each and every one. Kate was now
begging me to finish what I had started.
I finally gave, and stoped teasing her. I buried my face in her
glistening, thin, brown bush. I worked my tongue through the folds and
began to vigorously tounge-fuck her. The sweet taste of her juices and
the moans she released encouraged me to continue. I took my fingers and
explored the area more. I found her clit, and moved my tongue to it.
Gently pushing the surrounding skin away, I locked my lips around her,
and ran my tongue repeatedly over her knob. She began to scream out, and
thrust her hips into my face. I continued to work her pussy with my
fingers, and in a matter of seconds she erupted with orgasm. As she
peaked, she continued to thrusht herself at me, harder with each stroke.
I obliged, and worked my tongue faster and fingers deeper. I was
delighted as I heard her moans and screams when she came. Finally the
thrusting stopped. When it did, I turned my lips from her clit to her
slit, and began to lap up the fluids she had released. As I slowly
licked her bush, an occasional squirm or moan encouraged my to do more,
but I resisted and moved up face to face with her. I rested one hand on
a breast, and slowly massaged as I leaned forward to kiss her. She broke
the kiss almost immediately.
"If I taste like that, this other girl is pretty lucky," Kate said.
She could taste herself on me. I smiled.
"So we're gonna to it then".
"Okay, love," I said as I held her there on the floor, still naked
except for her t-shirt pushed up. She soon fell asleep, and I remained
by her side.
Kate slept for about an hour, then awoke with a smile on her face.
She motioned me closer and then whispered "So who's going to be the
lucky that joins us?"
"I'm not sure. I have a few ideas though."
"Like?"
"Well, she has to be a close friend, and open enough to be with
both of us."
"Yeah..." She pushed me to name someone.
"You want names?" I replied as I played her game.
"Yes, I do. I want to know who you want me to share you with."
"Hmmm. I fantasized about Tressa, Julie, and Megan. I don't think
Tressa would go for it, and you don't really know Megan that well."
"Julie. You know that she is... has... tendencies," my love asked.
"Yeah, I know. She's told me too. And there was that whole thing
Julie back before we were dating. Would you be okay with me and her,
with us fucking, given our past history?"
I had dated Julie for three months in high school. We never had
sex, or even made it past second base, but she never really got over
the break-up.
"Well, I don't know. If you promise you'll always be mine."
"You know that I will always love you and never leave you, Kate."
We hugged. We really did have a special relationship.
"No matter what happens, I will always be yours, " I reassured her.
"Anyways, she still hasn't said yes yet. We haven't even asked her."
"So we just ask her? How do you think she'll react?"
"Yeah, we'll just ask her. It won't be as fun as trying to seduce
her, but this will be our first time in this situation. As for her
reaction, she will probably be shocked, but she will so it," I said
matter-of-factly to Kate.
"Do you want to call her, or are you going to make me to your
dirtywork?"
"How 'bout we both do it. I'll do the talking, but I want you on
the line, too, " I bargained.
"Deal."
We got up to go make that erotic phone call. I looked at Kate and
noted that she was still half naked.
"Kate, you going to put your pants back?"
With that she removed her shirt, and sat back down on the floor.
She spread he legs wide and ran her fingers seductavely over her pussy.
"Are you sure you want me too?"
I met her on the floor, kissing her soft, sweet lips, and pushing
back on the floor.
She broke off the kiss, saying "They'll be plenty of time later. We
have a phone call to make." With that, she pushed me back off of her
and stood. Nude, she picked up the phone, dialed the number, and handed
the receiver off to me as she ran to grab the cordless in the bedroom.
The other end rang once, with no immediate answer. A second ring,
and still no answer. The tension in the room grew with each passing
second. Thrid ring, and finally, an answer.
"Hello." It was Julie's mother. She still lived at home.
"Um.. Hello. Is Julie there?" I timidly asked.
"Hold on a minute..." The shout for Julie to pick up was very
audible, despite her mother not talking into the reciever.
"Hey, Kate," I called out. "When do you want to do this?"
"Umm.. Tomorrow," she replied. Tomorrow would be Saturday, and we
had nothing planned.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less
than thirty seconds, the phone on the other end was again picked up.
"Hello?" the voice asked mousily. It was definately Julie.
"Hey Julie," I replied. "How are you?"
"Good, and yourself?"
"We're both good," Kate answered for me.
"Oh! Hi!" Boy, she sounded giddy to hear from the both of us.
"What's up," I asked, trying to make some smalltalk before jumping
to the big question.
"Nothing much. What's up with you guys?"
"Oh, not much. We just looking for something to do tomorrow," my
love again answered for the both of us.
"Do you have any ideas yet?"
"Well, kinda. We'd like you to be there, but first, tell us more
about how you've been lately." I saw this as the moment of truth, time
to take full control of what was about to happen.
"Well, what do you want to know?"
Okay, here goes. "How's your love life?" Oh... That was a weak
attempt, but maybe it would be enough to get us there.
"Non-existent for the past six months. Not since I broke up with
Mike. Why? Why the sudden interest?"
Now there was no way to back out. "Have you ever been, I mean
really been all the way, with another girl?"
"No. I've kissed other girls, but that's it. Why?" Julie replied
whispering so that her mother would not hear her.
"Me and Kate, we ... we want to make a ... have a ... um ... add
a third person ... to our relationship."
"What!!!???" She was shocked by the proposition, but her voice had
a ring of curiousity, a tone of hopefulness that the next words that
came from either of us was going to ask her to be our third.
"Will you?" Kate actually asked, interrupting the studder that
never quite formed in my mouth.
"Kate, Luke, I ... I don't know ... I don't believe you just ...
um ... well ... I'm not sure." She knew she wanted to. Her voice
betrayed her. She just didn't want to sound prissy, or like she wanted
either of us sexually.
"Tomorrow we're free," I stated, trying hard to get her to commit.
"It would mean a lot to us," Kate bargained.
"Well... I don't know what to say." She knew what she wanted, but
unsure of what to say.
"You could say 'yes,'" I tried even more diligently for her word.
"Okay... I'll do it!!!"
"Okay. You'll come by our place, say at seven." I made sure she
knew where to be.
"That sounds good. Do you want me to bring anything?" Julie asked.
She was such the little thoughtful one.
Kate fielded that one. "You may want to bring an overnight bag. I
doubt you'll be going home tomorrow night."
"Okay then... I guess I'll be seeing you guys tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Bye-bye," Julie gaily said.
"Later." I had to be different. I heard a click, another click, and
then I finally hung up my phone.
Kate and I kissed.
"So ... Casanova boy, you're about to have two girls at once. And I
want to look better than Julie. I'm going to get some sleep."
I found that statement odd. I thought it was too early for bed. but
a glance at the clock showed the time to be a quarter past eleven. I
remembered that I first approached my wife with the idea around 10:30,
and after the events that passed in that brief time. I understood why
she was tired.
I followed her upstairs to our bedroom. Still completely nude, she
flopped herself onto the cold silk spread of our king-sized bed. She
laid on stomach, allowing her sexy, luscious, full bum to rest slightly
above the plane that made up most of her body. Stripping myself, I
joined my wife on the bed. I grabbed her ass firmly and began to
massage it. It was a real massage, intended to relax and not arouse,
although I did occasionally allow a finger to run the full depth and
breadth of her crack.
"Hmmmm... that feels good." She said, moaning between consciousness
and sleep.
I continued and moved southward, alternating between thighs. Like a
baker working air out a batch of dough, I kneaded her muscles with
increasing pressure, and occasionally invoke a protest of pain from my
love. After her thighs, I moved down to her feet, and left my mark,
relaxing my love into further unconscious sleep.
I stopped. I pulled myself up to her ear, and whipered into it "I
love you." With that, I disturbed her comfort, removing the blankets
from under her. That met only mild protests. I crawled into bed beside
her, and pulled the blankets over top. I rolled myself to complement
her position and rested my hand over her bum. We both fell asleep like
that.
The next mornig we awoke at 10, embracing each other. She got out
of bed first. I remained for at least 10 more minutes, until Kate
decided to wake me up for good. She walk over to my side of the bed,
and pulled the covers off. She looked at my cock, currently limp and
said "That's no way to start off the day." She reached down and wrapped
her hand around it. She kissed me, then squeezed my manhood several
times in a pumping action.
It was then that Kate decide to break the kiss, and found her face
in my crotch. She took and flicked to tip of her tongue over my glans,
in the same manner I did to her nipples and clit that previous night.
My penis quickly grew, filling my lovers mouth. She took my balls into
her hand, and slowly massaged them as she ran her lips up and down my
shaft. I laid there still, letting her work her magic. She pulled her
lips up to the base of my glans, and wrapped her used her tongue to
trace circles around the end of my dick. I was the one in ectasy now.
She felt me tense slightly as I fought back the inevitable. This made
her work on me even harder. Moving her glorious tongue non-stop, she
moved her lips up and down and twisted around my dick. I came hard into
her mouth. When she first spasm, she tightly sealed her lips around
began to suck hard. She milked my manhood for everything she could, and
swallowed every drop.
"Oh. Thank you hun." I spoke my first words with an open mouth
since she started. "I love you"
"I know," she replied winking. With that, grabbed her short robe
and she ran off to prepare breakfast.
Oh I loved her.
After about 15 minutes of sizzling and popping from the kitchen,
she called up to me, "Are you going to stay in bed all day? We have
exciting plans dear."
I rolled out of the bed, and pulled on my boxers. I walked down the
stairs and was greeted by the aroma of country omelettes, my favorite.
Oh I loved her.
My wife and I both sat down to enjoy the hot food. It was a great
meal from the first bite.
"So how do you like the eggs dear?"
"You know they're my favorite."
"I know, but that's not I asked."
"I absolutely love them. They taste great. Thank you."
"Your welcome. Would you like some orange juice?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
"Welcome."
There was a pause in the dialog. I brought up our plans.
"So how do you think today's going to go? I mean, with Julie and
everything?"
"I think it's going to be wonderful, although I don't like the idea
having to share you."
"Your not having doubts, are you? We don't have to if -"
"No. We already have Julie comming over. I plan on going through
with it."
"There is a telephone. We can call her."
"It sounds to me like you're the one having the doubts, Luke."
"Maybe I just don't the idea having to share you." I emphasized the
last word.
She smiled. "We'll be fine. I love you."
"I love you too, Kate."
We finsished our breakfast, and share kitchen duty cleaning up.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked.
"I don't know, we should eat before she gets her, and 'prepare'
after we eat."
"Okay." I looked at the clock. "It's eleven now, so we had about
five hours. We'll have to have an early dinner."
"I want to get something, so we have to go out sometime."
"Sure. What do you need?"
"I ... I want to get a ... strap on for me and Julie ... so we
can ... can fuck around ... literally."
I smiled. "There's an adult book store over on Route One, by Powder
Mill Road. Do you think they'll have one?"
"If they don't, I'll bet they know where we can get one."
We went upstairs and had trouble getting dress. We couldn't mangage
to keep our hands off of each other long enough to actually keep our
clothes on. But after about an hour of fooling around, kissing and
fondling each other, we finally decided it was time to go out, since we
didn't know how far we might have to go for the strap on. I dressed in
jeans and a Capitals tee-shirt, but my decided to go with a more
'dynamic' flare. She wore a short black dress that looked more like a
tank top than a dress. She wore no bra, and the fabric was thin enough
that her nipples were clearly visible. She had on nude stocking held up
by a black and red garter belt. Her dress was so short that whenever
she'd move, flashes of red and lighter skin would show, but long enough
that when she stood still, the garter was hidden. She stepped into
black stiletto heels, and proclaimed she was ready to go.
"Hun, remember, it is December and it is below freezing oustside."
"We'll I'll just wear a heavy coat, then."
"Whatever."
We made our way downstairs, and grabbed our coats. I also grabbed a
Redskins ball cap and my sunglasses. Kate took her sunglasses and a
fashionable fedora that complemented her outfit nicely. We both took
scarfs as well.
We walked over to my black 1995 Chevy Cavilier and I opened the
door for my wife, much in the same manner I had done since we began
dating just under eight years ago. Once she was seated and settled, I
moved around and entered the car myself. I started the engine, and we
were on our way to get my wife an artifical dick.
"How much do you think they cost?" she asked me, trying to make
some conversation.
"I don't know. I really don't. I'd guess twenty or thirty."
"Okay.I have sixty in cash on me, so we shouldn't have to have our
names appear on any reciepts."
"Paranoid are we?" I teased. "Just kidding. That's a good thought."
"How big should I get it?"
"Go for realism. I think you'll both enjoy it more."
"Okay... and you base that statement on????"
I was full of it and she called me on it. "I don't. I was just
guessing."
"Um-huh. I thought so. But I think I'll take you advice anyway."
She leaned over and kissed me.
The next ten minutes of our car ride we quite and uneventful. I
drove with my left hand and gently held hands with her on her lap with
my right, again, in the same way I've done since our first date.
We finally arrived and parked. We both felt a bit shaky as we
entered the covered glass doors to the adult book store. I opened the
door for my wife and followed her into the store. It was dark and
dingy, in good of a cleaning that probably occured with every
presidnetial election year. The store was on large room, with a door
in the back leading to what appeared to be a supply room. There were
racks of triple-x movies all through the front portion of the store.
In the back, there was a shelf of eadible underware. I suggested to
my wife that those might be fun someday. She just smiled briefly and
continued our search. I walked over to the counter and looked. Bongs,
bowls, and zippo lighters filled the first display case. Moving
towards the back, I saw a collection of dildos and vibrators, and
thought I might be getting close. I looked at all the merchandise in
the first of these cabinets, and saw every shape and design imaginable.
Unfortunately, these were all designed for solo action. The other case
was full of battery operated vibartors. Everyting from small purple
tubes to a plastic dick fifteen inches long and 4 inches wide were in
there, but again, all were for solo action.
My train of thought was broken by the sound of a television comming
on in the store. I walk over to it, and began to watch. It was a scene
of five or so women having an orgy. Kate became mesmerized by the
scene, unable to break her stare.
"Kate," I called out.
"Huh ... Oh ... Oh, um, I think we should get this." Kate then
elaborated, saying "Maybe we can use it to break the ice with Julie."
"Okay." I thought for a minute. "I don't know which on it is."
"Oh. Yeah. Good boy."
We turned to ask the clerk about the dildo, when the scene stopped.
It was followed by a message stating the name of the movie the scene was
in.
"That was creepy," I observed.
"Yeah. It's really doing it's job."
"Yeah." We search the shelves, and finally found the movie that we
just saww on the screen. Picking it up, I finally got the nerve to ask
the man at the counter, probably the owner himself.
"Do you have any strap-ons?"
"Nope, never will. Don't carry them. Illegal under the 'unnatural
acts' law of Maryland. You can get 'em in DC" the short man replied. He
looked griseled, about fifty-five, with a huge pot belly. He was
balding and about an inch of gut was exposed from the too-small navy
tee-shirt he wore and the sagging pants. He looked more like a
stereotypical plumber than a business man.
"Do you know where in DC?"
"Yeah, go in on fity, turn right onto Florida. About three blocks
up, and on your left. The Dugeon Depot. More of a S an M shop, but
they got it."
"Thanks." I paid for the film, and then me and Kate quickly left and
went in search of this other place. We hopped into the car and drove
southward, facing the horrendous Route One traffic that plagued us for
years when were at the University of Maryland. Stop and go, all the way
to DC, we didn't talk much, so as we passed through College Park I
decided to turn on the radio. Tuning it DC/101, the local rock station,
we were greeted to the sound of Nine Inch Nail's "Closer." All too
prophetic, I thought, given our plans. I gave my wife a glazing look,
and she returned a mischievious wink. I did not break my gaze until the
sound of a blaring horn broke my concentration. I quickly looked
forward, and swirved back into my lane, barely missing a Tahoe comming
at me head on. I sighed, now safely back into my lane, and quietly took
my wife's hand in my own.
We continued down Route One without a word until I reached Route
Fifty. I finally broke our silence.
"The guy said take Fifty to Florida, make a right, right?"
"I don't know, you're the human map."
I shook my head at the insult.
"I think so, dear," she replied to my visual cue, apologizing for
the rash words. I squeezed her hand.
"And the about three blocks up, on the right?" I asked.
"Left dear."
"You sure?"
"Yes, I am. Trust me."
We reached Florida, and I made a right. Going up three blocks, I
saw it on the left. Kate was right. I parked in the tiny, six car
parking lot, and we made our way to the enterance. The store was an old
row house, and the sign was a canvas banner probably printed at a local
shop. The place looked too cheap to afford a real sign. The front wall
was crumbling cinder, and each unit of the old residence remained it's
own color. There was little to tell me which door we were to go in. I
carefully examined the doors, and decided to the second door, white
against a green wall was the correct door. It looked newer, but not by
much, and it had a set of wind chimes hanging by it. We walked to the
door, and entered.
Upon entering the damp and dingy store, our noses were aroused by
the smell of incense buring. Looking around for the source, I could
see at least 3 different dishes manufactoring the aroma. I also noticed
that the inner walls of the different houses had been either removed or
had doors installed. The entire unit of houses was the store. I stepped
past the shelf of porn videos and Kate followed. There were racks upon
racks of domimatrix clothes. Black leather was by far the most popular.
Teasingly, I asked my wife if she wanted to try on a leather teddy with
spikes enbedded into it. This earned me an audible slap. I figured it
was now time for us to find what we came for. I saw a display case
directly ahead, and moved towards it. It was filled with ropes, whips,
and gags of all sorts. No luck. Turing my easy to the wall immediately
to my left, I saw a quite impressive chain-mail teddy. It looked quite
uncomfortable to wear. I then felt a tug on my arm.
"Over there," my wife whispered, pointing to a massive 22 inch cock
hanging on the wall. She moved towards it, and I followed closely. We
navigated the length of the store, and found ourselves in front of an
impressive assortment of dildo, vibrators, butt plugs, and various
phallic artwork. The first case had vibrators. Moving to our right, we
saw at least a dozen strap-ons in the next cabinet. Kate studied each
through the glass, and found one she particularly liked. It was nine
inches and an inch and a half thick, with an inner phallus marked with
round nubs about four inches long designed to deliver sensations to the
wearer. The straps were made of black leather, with an adjustable
fastener on both sides.
She decided to get that one, and I motioned the salesman, a skinny
blonde male who's ear had more holes in it than a golf course, over to
unlock the cabinet. As he was comming over, my wife eyed another
device. It was a translucent blue, flexible double dildo, although the
packaging called it a double dong. She decided that she should get that
as well, so her and Julie could be equals at some point during the
soon-to-be scene. The salesman removed both types from locked
undercabinet of the display case and escorted us to the cash register.
As we were checking out, I noticed KY behind the counter. I
pointed, and my wife agreed. I asked the clerk for a tube, and he
obliged.
We exited the run-down shack, made our way to our car, and made our
way back to our house in Bowie. An uneventful ride, I noted the time as
we sped down Fifty, which had turned into a limited access highway once
we left the city. It was now 4:30.
"We should get some food soon. Seven o'clock will be here before
you know it."
"Okay, whatcha in the mood for?"
"I don't know. I could go for Applebee's, but we don't really have
that much time."
"Yeah. Mickey D's?"
"I have a better idea." I handed Kate my cell phone. "Call the
Chinese Palace. I want Singapore rice noodle and a hot and sour."
"I don't know the number," she protested.
"Glove box," I replied non-chalantly.
She opened it, and a menu was sitting almost on top of the stack of
papers. She dialed the number.
"Hello... Yes I'd like to place an order. Beef with Brocolli,
Singapore rice noodle, and a pint of hot and sour soup... Twenty-two
fifty-six. Alright... Number forty-three. Thank you. Bye."
Less than ten minutes later we were parking outside the Chinese
Palace, a quite exquiste restaurant that fully lives up to its name.
Two minutes after entering, we left for our home, a brief quarter mile
away. We entered our abode, and I took our food to the kitchen table.
Kate eagerly took her new toys to the living room where we planned on
having our fun with Julie. Returning to the kitchen, we sat down and
shared a quite meal, leaving most of the food since neither of us was
very hungry, given the fairly early time and the excitement in the air.
I volunteered to clean up, an easy task seeing how nicely packed for
storage carry-out chinese comes. My wife made her way upstairs, to
clean herself up for tonight.
After KP duty was over, I went upstairs to check on my wife. She
has slipped into her short robe, ready to go take a shower. She
motioned me closer, and I willingfully obeyed.
"Could you help me... clean up, dear?" she asked me.
I didn't even think. "Sure."
I followed her into the master bath, where she had already drawn a
hot bubble bath for herself. I walked her to the tub, and graciously
helped her step into the water.
"Aren't you going to join me?"
I ripped my clothes off as fast as I could and leapt into the tub
with her.
I sat down in the tub, straddling my legs around her. I began to
slowly kiss her neck and shoulders. This promptly earned me a slap.
"We're here to clean up, not fool around."
"Damn. I'm sorry," I snarled back at my wife. "Fine." I reached for
the bath spong and lathered it with the body wash. I began to wash her
back quite roughly.
"Hey, not so hard! That hurts!"
"Remember, we're here to clean up," I echoed back.
She turned herself around and gave me with a puppy dog frown. I
wasn't impressed and kept my stern stare fixed into her eyes. She broke
the contest first, turning her head downward. I reach around her and
gave her a hug. She immediately returned it.
"I'm sorry," she said with a tiny voice.
"It's okay love. We should clean up now."
She hugged me, then gave me a wonderfully bright smile. Oh I loved
her.
"Turn back around now, love," I told her.
She obliged. I took the sponge, relathered it and began re-washing
her back. The gentle touch was visible relaxing her. I gently moved the
sponge down over her shoulders and accross her upper back. I moved
lower on her back, washing her under the waterline all the way down the
the crack of her rear. I dropped the sponge and slid my arms around
her.
"Cleaning, dear, we're her to clean up," Kate said with a tone
betraying her heart's desire to do more than just wash. I listened to
her head, though, and reached for the soap. I lathered my hands and
extended my arms around her once again. I grabbed her breasts, one in
each hand, and began rub my soapy hands all over her chest. I avoided
playing with her nipples, saving the energy and sensations for later in
the night. I moved on hand to the upper chest and the other to her
stomach, lathering both regions. I kissed her cheek. She leaned back on
me, submerging herself up to her shoulder to rinse off much of the
soap.
I moved down my lower hand down with her, but I didn't move it back
with her. When she pulled herself back, my hand greeted her pussy. I
ran my finger through the folds of her inner labia, bringing a squirm
to my lover. I then took and twisted the short hair of her bush around
my index finger.
"Oh!" my lover jumped.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. I almost forgot. I have to shave."
"Ah." She rarely shaved her bush. She hated the itchy feeling of
the stubble, and she didn't care to have to shave every day. She did
however take the time to keep it well trimmed for both of our
enjoyment.
"Here," she said, handing me the can of shaving cream. She hopped
onto the edge, pulling her pink flesh out of the water. "You do it."
"Okay love." I gave her a quick kiss on her box. Then I got to
work. I reached over to the sink and grabbed the scissors. I trimmed
her hair as closely as possible with the scissors before lathering up.
Finally I took the cream and began to cover my lover. As I was
preparing her bush, I took every oppurtunity to stimulate her.
Eventually, I covered the entire area with the cream. I took the razor
and began to make my wife bald. I started around her bikini line and
worked my way inward, carefully and meticulously removing all the brown
hair around my Kate's womanhood. After all the hair was gone, I took
the shower head and rinsed her pussy clean. It was beautiful. Gently
folding pink flesh encompassing her tight hole and covering her
senstive marble.
Kate was still giggling from the sensations of the razor, but I was
staring, entranced, at her glorious box. I finally broke, diving
directly into her muff. I licked her outer fold and pushed my tongue
into her before she could react. My sudden attack produced a loud
squeal that encourged me even more. I moved my tongue upward and pulled
her enriched clit into my mouth. Louder squeals erupted from her, and I
furiously continued. My lover finally reacted pushing me backward into
the tub.
"I'm not done yet. I still have to shave my legs," she protested.
"Oh, you know you liked it," I snapped back.
"Yeah," she said timidly and then smiled. She slid herself back
down into the water. I pulled one of her legs out and lathered it. I
carefully shaved the stubble on her right leg, and did the same on the
the left. I finished, and climbed towards her.
"I guess we're done," she said, and then stood up. I stood up, too,
revealing my prick grown to its full length. She fell down on her knees
and took the entire length into her mouth. Giving it a quick lick, she
moved over to my balls, taking both into her mouth and massaging them
with her tongue. She stopped her action, and stood up. She pressed me
into the wall and pulled my prick between her legs. She tightly
squeezed her thighs, and then just stopped. I was getting fustrated
now, but I knew and understood my wife's reason.
"Come one, loverboy. I want you to have something left when Julie
gets here."
"I know. I understand," I said, taking the shower head to rinse
us off. I sprayed my wife's front.
"Turn around, dear, I have to get your back."
She obeyed. I watched the water run down her back and between her
cheeks. Wow, she was sexy. I reached my hand forward and ran my middle
finger the length of her crack, slipping the finger against the inner
flesh.
"Okay, hop out now," I told my wife. She willingful obey and
grabbed a towel to dry herself off. I finished rinsing myself off
stepped out also. Kate tossed me a dry towel, wrapped herself in her
sexy terrycloth robe that barely covered her ass, and retired to the
bedroom. I dried myself and caught up to my wife.
In the bedroom Kate was busy pulling lingerie and underware out of
her draws, looking for the perfect thing to wear. Knowing that my job
would be much easier, I went to help her in selecting her clothes.
"I think you should keep it simple."
She gave me a menacing look at my obvious comment as she snapped
back "And what do you propose?"
"Well, how 'bout that and those to start." I pointed to a skimpy
white teddy with pink trim that allowed easy access to her sensitive
body and a pair of stockings that didn't require a garder.
"Okay." She put the teddy one. Her wonderful C cups nicely filled
the top. The sateen and lace fabrics fit perfectly over her shapely
figure. She took the laces in front and began to tie the thongs that
lined the center seam. When she was done, the lingerie looked like it
was taylored for her.
"I like, I like, " I teased. "Now the stockings."
She took the sandy colored stockings and pulled one onto her leg,
and then the other. She looked stunning. I thought for a few seconds,
then ran to the closet and grabbed her white platform heels. I threw
them to her. She slipped her foot through the straps and and stood up.
"Perfect, love," I said, complementing her appearance.
"Thank you. Now, what else?"
"Hmmm. How about ... this and this." I threw a black skirt and a
red, short-sleaved sweater at her.
"Luke! This!" She threw her leg on the bed, and then threw the
skirt over her leg so I could get a view of the color scheme.
"Oh." I realized that the black skirt didn't go well with the white
heels or teddy. I paused to think. "How 'bout this?" I asked, tossing a
white skirt of similar design.
"There ya go!" she said, putting the clothes I selected on.
"You look hot, hun"
"Thank you. Now you, you get dressed." I was still in the silk
boxers I slipped on when I entered the room, and nothing else.
"It's easier for me. I'll just go with some khakis and a polo
shirt."
"No, You're going to wear a suit."
"Okay, then you put on a formal."
"Fine. But wear a button down shirt."
"Deal." I turned to put on khakis and a denim shirt. Kate, instead
of relaxing now, frantically putting on make-up knowing that the
appointed time was quickly approaching. By the time I finished threading
my belt through the loops of my pants, Kate was already working on the
finer details of mascara and lipstick.
My attention drifted to the clock by the bed. It was now ten of
seven. "Hey, we have pretty good timing. We been screwing around for two
hours now. It's almost seven."
"Yeah," My wife noted. "Quite literally -- screwing around." She
stood and turned from her vanity saying "Maybe we should go
downstairs."
I gasped at the beauty that now stood before me.
"What?"
"You. You look stunning."
"Thank you. Now lets go downstairs."
"Okay, but I don't think Julie will be having much fun. I think
I'll be hogging you all to myself."
"We'll see, dear," she replied, ending this conversation as she
moved to go downstairs. I followed her lead, and we ended up on the
sofa in the TV room. It was now 6:55, and Julie would be here any
minute.
"Think I should put in the tape?" I asked.
"Yeah. It might actually start by the she gets here."
I unwrapped the cassette from its cellophane and put it into the
vcr. It began to play, and just as we suspected, commericals marred the
first five minutes of tape. Finally, our feature presentation started.
I began with no dialog or scenery, just two women in a sixty-nine in
what looked like a women's restroom.
"Bing-Bong." The doorbell. This was it; the moment my wife and I
were opening the doors of our marrige to another.
I ran to the open the door. Behind it stood Julie. Her thick,
black hair framed the much lighter peach flesh of her face. She looked
much prettier than usual, not doubt wanting to look her best as well.
She was wearing a full-lengthed overcoat to protect herself from the
December cold of Columbia, so we could not tell what she wore
underneath.
"Hi guys!" Julie squealed in her usual mousy voice.
"Hi! Come on in!" I replied.
"How are you?" our guest asked.
"We're fine," Kate answered. "And you?"
"I'm fine."
I noticed we were still in the foyer, and Julie still had her coat
on.
"Here, Let me take your coat," I offered.
"Oh, thanks," she said, handing me the garment. She was dressed in
a sundress that came to just above her knees. It was a thinly striped in
alternating white and black, both horizontally and verically. It made a
fine checkerboard pattern across her thin figure. Her 5'8" frame weighed
no more than 110 pounds. The light fabric carried itself gently across
her b-cup breasts, and curved inward at her petite waist, only to flare
out again around her hips, matching the size of her chest. Julie,
nearly decade after graduating from high school, not only kept her frail
figure, but to improve on it, filling out nicely.
There was a moment of silence between the three of us, allowing the
sounds of the TV in the adjancent room to be heard.
-"Oh! .... Yes! ... Yes! ... More! More! More! ... Oh God Yes!"
"What are you guys watchings?" Julie inquired.
"Oh. Yeah, that. Why don't you come and see?" I said, coaxing her
into the other room. I took one arm, and Kate took the other as we lead
her to the den.
"Here, sit down," Kate commanded. Although we had not discussed it,
it seemed that we both knew the roles we were to play in setting the
mood for our evening.
Julie was guided to the center of the couch, and Kate and I took
seats on opposing sides. We began to watch the flick. By now they had
finished with the scene that made it presence known eariler.
The film's cinematic quality left much to be desired. The directing
and acting were rivaled only the writing in poorness, yet the raw lust
and sexual desire kept us firmly glued to the presentation.
-The next sence began with a woman in a house, alone, wearing a
robe. She sat down, reading a magazine, when the doorbell rang.
-"Who is it?" the artifically enhanced heroine of the movie
asked. She was probably in her late thirties and didn't have much
of a career left in mainstream porn.
-"Pizza!" a younger, feminie voice responed.
-"Door's open."
-"Here ya go. Pepperoni and extra cheese. That's nine seventy-
four," the younger said placing the pizza on the coffee table in the
center of room. She was in her mid twenties and very petite. Her
hair was pulled into pigtails and she was dressed in a t-shirt and
jeans, all done to create the illusion she was a teenager.
-"Here's ten. Keep tha change," the mistress of the house said,
giving the money to the young girl. She turned to leave, then the
woman called to the girl, "Can you do me a favor, hun?"
-"Sure, what is it."
-"If you don't mind, could you stay here for a while, and keep
me a little company, until my sister Julia gets home."
-"Well, you're lucky. This was my last delivery of the day."
-"Thanks hun."
-The woman a slice and offered some the girl as well. She
declined, citing the fact that working at Vercelli's for so long
destroyed her liking of pizza.
-"Oh, my," the older woman said, nearly shouting. "I don't
believe we've been properly introduced. My name is Ellen." She
extended he hand to her guest.
-"Yes ... I'm Kari. I just graduated from Riverside High. I'm
trying to work my way through college now."
-"How nice. Would you like to watch some TV?"
-"Sure, I guess."
-"Thatta girl. Have a seat." Ellen motioned the younger girl to
the couch. Kari sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest,
holding them as if to protect her body. Ellen hit a button on the
remote and moans erupted from her TV.
-Kari sat there, mesmorized by what was on the screen. She had
now lowered her guard. She began breathing heavy, and her hands
began to caress her inner thighs. Ellen looked at her, smiling.
Ellen the stood and disrobbed.
-"I hope you don't mind, I was hot," Ellen said.
-Kari broke her stare on the TV. She was now enchanted by the
woman in front of her.
-"Do you like what you see?" Ellen asked.
-"Yes, ma'am," Kari said, fully assuming a submissive role.
-"Are you hot too?"
-"Yes, ma'am."
-"Why don't you cool down a little, then? Take off those heavy
clothes," Ellen said.
-Kari obediently responed, removing her tee-shirt and shorts,
although her July clothes were barely heavy. She stood in front of
the couch wearing her white satin panties and matching bra, with
white ankle length lace socks and red and white canvas shoes.
-"Do you feel better hun? Oh, you still look a little hot. Why
don't I help you out?"
-Ellen reached behind the girl and released her bra. Kari then
slid it down off her arms. She turned around and stepped forward,
putting pussy inches from Ellen's nose.
-"Can you help me out of these panties?" Kari asked Ellen.
-Ellen reached and placed her thumbs between the satin and the
flesh on Kari's hips. She then slid her hands behind the young, and
pulled the fabric down over her bottom. Sliding her hands back
forward, she forced the rest of Kari's panties downward. Kari then
slid her legs apart, letting the thin fabric fall from her crotch
until it caught her knees. She then reach down and stepped out of
the white panties.
-"Mmmmm. Thank you. I'm much better know."
-"Your welcome." Ellen took Kari's hands and guided the youth
onto her mature body, so that they were Kari was sitting between
her legs and both were watch TV. Ellen reached her arms around Kari
and began to massage her breasts.
-"Oh that feels goods. Please don't stop."
-Ellen slid one hand down and began to fondle Kari's pink
snatch. Kari began to loudly moan.
My concentration broke from the movie. I noticed that Julie was no
longer sitting up. Her legs and feet were now over Kate's lap and her
torso extend over my lap. I reached my arm over top of her, bringing my
hand to rest on her stomach. I gently ran my hand over belly from just
below her waistline to the bottom of her bra, from side to side.
Kate's attention in the movie also broke. She noticed what I was
doing, and started to do the same to her legs. With each stroke, Kate
pushed her dress up slightly further. She moved from one hand gently
rubbing our guest's legs to using two hands in a much more aggressive
massaging form.
I slid my hand from her hand from her stomach over her breast to
her neck and upward to face. I gently moved my fingers over her soft
skin. I moved my fingertips to her mouth and ran the tips over her
lips. Her mouth opened, but her attention stayed on the movie. I ran
my fingers through her hair, stroking it behind her ear.
I continued to stroke her hair, and looked at Kate. She know had
Julie's dress past her panties. I watched as Kate stroked Julie's
smooth, thin legs, from ankle to pantyline. Oh, how the friction
between my wife's soft palm and Julie's long legs turned me on. I was
mesmerized.
A moan from Julie broke my concentration. I turned to the TV, and
saw Ellen and Kari sixty-nining, and Julie was truly enjoying the
show, rubbing herself lightly through her sheer, pale blue panties. I
could see that she was very well shaven.
Reaching to her back, I slowly pulled the zipper to her dress down.
With her back now exposed, I proceded to unclasp her lacy bra,
perfectly matching her panties. Looking to Kate, I saw she moved from
the outsides of Julie's entire legs to focus on just the sensitive
flesh of her inner thighs. As I watched her, I saw her fingers rub her
panties every so often.
I decided to give Julie more direct pleasure, and slid my hand
under her bra cup and over her breast. I slowly massaged the gentle
breast, bringing slow and sensual squirms to the new lover, but her
concetration never broke from the movie. My attention returned to the
movie, although I continued massaging Julie's breast.
-A third girl entered wearing nothing but a strap-on. Her
presence dominated the screen. She was a tall, muscular amazon,
about 30-years-old with blonde hair. Kari was arching her back as
she lay on the couch, pushing her pussy into Ellen's mouth.
-"What do you think you're doing!?" the newcommer said in a
thin yet commanding voice. The original two broke off. "Due you
think you can just come into my house and take advantage of my
sister?"
-The young girl retreated from Ellen, attempting to show fear.
-"We're just going to have to do something about your immoral
lust. What's you name?" When there was no immediate response, the
woman said, "I asked you a question. What's your name, missy?"
-"Ka ... Kari. Uh, it's Kari, ma'am."
-"Well, Kari, My name is Monica, and I'm going to teach you a
lesson. You can't just come in her and fuck my sister like that."
-"Ple ... Please don't hurt me."
-"Shut up, missy. Did I say you could talk."
-Kari, afraid to speak again, replied with a shaky nod.
-Monica walked over to the girl, and stuck the artificial dick
into Kari's face. "Suck my dick, missy. Suck it good."
-Kari took the dildo into her mouth, and began giving it a blow
job.
-"Mmmmmm. That feels good, missy," Monica said, playing the role
of man. "Now eat Ellen."
-Kari obeyed, moving her head to Ellen's crotch, exposing her
bottom to the air as she crawled to the other side of the couch.
She found her target, and buried her face between Ellen's already
sread legs. Ellen moaned as Kari's tongue went to work.
-Monica moved behind Kari and began to massage her ass, repeated
taking the oppurtunity to run fingers down her crack. Soon she
worked one hand to the front. After massaging the pink flesh of
Kari's pussy for a few seconds, she pulled back and guided her
strap-on into the girl. In an instant, Monica wrapped her arms
around Ellen, massaging both breasts.
My hand continued to alternating gentle rubs and gropes of Julie's
breast as she was engorged in the movie. My fingertips gracefully danced
around her erect nipples, bringing more blood to her already engorged
chest with each pass.
Kate worked Julie's bottom with grace and skill, knowing the exact
places to touch her to bring true bliss. She ran her fingers over
Julie's bikini line, focusing on the interior only. Julie's hemline
was now to her waist, and Julie herself pushed the panties to one side
to allow her own fingers to pleasure her.
I reached to her nipple and squeezed it between my thumb and index
finger, applying moderate pressure. It was this action that finaly broke
her fixation on the movie. She looked at me in awe, wondering how she
managed to get in her position. After a quick look at Kate, and at her
own hand, her face turned bright red. She had truly been hypnotized by
the flick and was unaware of all that trangressed.
Julie began to move her lips to speak, but as she opened her
mouth, Kate jumped across the couch to lay her lips on Julie. I saw her
hand dissapear between Julie's legs when she lowered herself on top,
and when she rose back off Julie she had three fingers fully inserted
into Julie's pussy.
Reaching to her waist, I pulled the dress up over her chest, and
eventually off completly. Removing her loose bra was even less
challenging; she practically took it off herself.
Kate removed her fingers from Julie's slot and grabbed her panties
from both sides. Practically tearing them off, she removed them in one
swift motion. Julie lay there naked, except for the light blue ankle
socks that matched her panties and bra, and her white canvass deck
shoes.
Kate and I exchanged a smile, and figuring Julie had enough fun,
turned on each other. We leaned into each other, exchanging a long,
passionate kiss. Julie pulled herself off of us and moved to the easy-
chair opposite the couch, where she could enjoy the show.
In a matter of seconds, Kate and I were stripping each other. The
first to go were our shirts. They were off before Julie even sat down
to enjoy the show. With her torso now free, I reached behind her to pull
down the zipper to her skirt. At the same time, she successfully
released my pants. All this occured without us breaking our kiss.
I stood us up to drop the remained of our clothes. They fell down
with ease. I now stood in my boxers alone, and Kate in her teddy and
heels. "Typical guy fantasy. I planned that well," I though I looked at
her. She reached to my wasit and pulled down my boxers.
She gave my dick a squeeze, and I closed my eyes excepting either a
hand job or blow job, but after a second, I noticed no stimulation. I
opened my eyes to see Kate's face buried in Julie's pussy.
