I should have suspected something was going on. She had been talking about someone else being involved for some time.
It started off innocently enough. After teasing each other off-and-on throughout the day, followed by an evening of extended foreplay, things had begun to heat up. She was already through her first orgasm, and we had moved out on the deck. The thought of being seen getting done doggie-style, naked, outside, always drove her into a writhing frenzy. Nearing her next orgasm, she backed into me harder and picked up her tempo. Just when she expected another deep thrust, I grabbed her hips and stopped.
In the heat of passion, it took a few seconds for her to realize I wasn’t going to resume right away.
“What? Why did you…? MORE!” She tried her best to back around the rest of my erection.
Not sure how she would react, but having decided that this would be the best opportunity I was ever going to get, I asked her. “What would you do if I brought home a hot blonde?”
“To have SEX with? I’d be PISSED!” As she started to pull away from my cock, almost causing the tip to slide out of her dripping cunt.
“Not for me, silly. What would YOU do with her…?”
She paused, absolutely still, gauging how to respond. “What do you mean, what would I do with her?”
Not sure if she was getting offended, I kept pursuing this. “Well, would you kiss her?”
“Is this somebody we know?”
Realizing she wanted to be sure this was hypothetical, I replied, “If you have somebody in mind. But I was thinking more like some hot blonde I happened across who was interested in women.”
“Oh.” She seemed to relax a bit. “Well, then… I’d probably kiss her to see what it was like.”
“If she was sexy, would you rather play with her boobs or taste her?”
“Boobs.” She started to move against my hard-on now. “No. Taste.”
“Taste? Are you sure you’d do that first?” As I started to move slowly back inside her again.
“Yeahh. Taste. What kind of boobs does she have?” She was starting to see it now.
“What kind do you want her to have?”
“Big. Nice. Big.”
“What would you do with them?” Urging her on now.
“I’d kiss them. Suck them. Play with them. Mmmm.”
“Like whose?” Getting her into the game now.
“Deanna. Big. Nice. Suckable.”
“Deanna?” I asked her who.
“Yes, she has nice boobs. I’d do her.”
“You’d DO her? What do you mean, you’d DO her?”
“Play with her. Suck on her nipples. And…” She hesitated.
“Taste her?”
“Yeahhh. Taste her. I’d like to go down on her, be between her legs licking her.”
“Where would I be while this was going on? Watching?” Curious now, I wanted to see what she had in mind.
“Yeah. You could watch.”, “And help,” she added.
“Help how?” Really curious just how much she had thought about this.
“Do me while I was tasting her.”
“No, wait. She could taste me.”
“What about me?” I reminded her.
“Oh. You could… taste her. While she’s tasting me.” Thrusting back at me.
“I thought you wanted to taste her? What do you want, exactly…?” I prompted.
“Yes. Both. Her first. I want to lick her. I want to make her come. And taste it.”
“I think you’ll like the taste. And you do love to suck. Then what?”
“Then she can taste me.” Her tempo speeding up now, dripping wet and panting…
“You do her. While she’s licking me.” Breathing heavily, I can’t believe she hasn’t given into to this building orgasm. “Doggie style. I wanna watch you do her.”
“Like THIS?” As I begin thrusting in earnest. This newfound source of heat driving me crazy. Knowing that the idea of getting another woman off, the idea of being explored by another woman, is driving her nuts.
“You want me to pound deep into her?”
“YESS!”
“For how long?” I tease.
“LONG. Over. and. over.” she gasps, “until. she. comes. and. screams. and. comes.”
“Comes…”
“Please.please.please.now.now.NOW.NOW.NOWWWwww…”
…
This was a recurring theme, sometimes frequently, sometimes weeks or months between coming back into play. Always, it brought amazing results. Then, one day, in the midst of suggesting what we might do with the latest fantasy girl, I shifted gears. I had wondered how she would respond. Had gotten some cool responses, but decided to present it again.
“What about a guy?” I asked from between her thighs. “Would you like to be sucking someone while I’m doing this?”
“Maybe.” It was the closest she’d come to a yes on this idea. She had always claimed she didn’t want to do another man.
“Maybe? So you’d be willing to give someone head while I was going down on you? I know you like to swallow, could you handle both at the same time?” Now I was appealing to her sense of pride. She did love to give head, and liked a mouthful of cum.
“Yes. I could handle it. It might be…”
Nudging her a bit, I asked “Might be what?”
“Fun. But I don’t know about another guy.”
Thinking I might have a way to get her off of the idea of having another guy playing with her, I suggested “You really like to suck, don’t you?” She nodded as I continued, “do you think I’d like it?”
After the briefest hesitation ( but as she pressed her crotch into my mouth), she said “maybe. Why, do you?”
“I think I’d like to see what you enjoy so much. It’s only fair if you’re willing to see if you like the taste of women, right?” Knowing she liked the idea of watching almost as much as she liked being watched, I said “You could help. Kind of talk me through it, show me what to do.”
“Yeah. I could do that. Supervise.” She seemed to be warming to the idea. She was definitely wetter than she had been a moment ago. “You could suck, and I could help.”
“But, wouldn’t that be boring for you…? Just watching? You could masturbate while you watched.”
“Yeah.” She loved the idea of getting herself off where she just might be caught. “I could do that.”
Writhing now, she was seeing it too. Playing with herself in front of another man who her husband was sucking. “Swallow. Would you swallow?”
“I’d try. You sure seem to like the taste.” Licking furiously at her clit now, knowing she’s close.
“Yes. Play with myself.” Working her nipples now, bringing on the climax. “Get off while you suck.
Give head. Swallow.” It’s here. This idea isn’t ever going away, it’s got it’s own orgasm now. “Watch you GIVE HEAD. SUCK HIM OFF. YES.YES.YES…”
…
Some time later, coming home, I realize something is different as I walk through the house. I can’t place it, but it just… feels wrong. I drop my bag, and begin tuning in to the house to try to figure out what it is. Walking through the rooms, I can’t identify anything specific, but SOMEthing is off. The dogs are quiet, which is unusual enough to make me wonder, but that’s not it. I keep moving, trying to feel it before I see it, just in case…
Walking through the hall, approaching the master bedroom, it seems too quiet. Well, not too quiet, just the wrong kind of quiet. Squatting and peeking around the door, not sure what I’ll encounter, I hear her.
“What took you so long??” With a hint of amusement. “I couldn’t wait much longer.”
Looking over at eye-level (still in my defensive crouch), I see that she’s naked in bed.
“So she wants to play” I think. “I’ll teach her to try to be sneaky.” Standing up, I get the next shock for the day. There’s somebody else behind her. Deanna! (here?) Reeling again as the sheet drops away, I see that she doesn’t have a stitch on. At least not that I can see. And I’m looking, ’cause the assessment I got was right on. Those boobs are big, AND nice.
“You like?” From my wife. “We thought you might need an ice-breaker when you got here.”
“Maybe you need to come check, to see if you DO like them.” Deanna says with a smirk. Pointing to my wife, she offers “or she could check them for you…”
Knowing she can’t possibly hold out much longer, not sure if they started without me, there’s only one sensible course of action. Walking over to her, I pull the sheet back, reach between my wife’s legs, and come up with dripping wet fingers. “How long HAVE you been waiting?”, asked as I lean toward the newcomer. Taking my hand, covered in my wife’s wetness, I reach out to Deanna’s breast… and pause just before I touch. Looking her in the eye, I ask “Are you sure you want to start? ‘Cause once we do, there’s no telling what might happen…”
She leans forward, takes my hand that’s hovering near her erect nipple, and puts my fingers in her mouth. Licking the taste of my wife off, she then puts my hand firmly on her boob. “I’m sure. Are YOU ready for whatever might happen?”
“Oh, yes.” Is all I can manage, as I begin to feel the weight of her breast, the pressure of her nipple, against my hand. Suddenly, she throws the sheet back to reveal her nakedness, spreads her legs (I can’t help noticing that she’s kept a well-maintained playground, and that she too is glistening with moisture), and says “I hope so.”
She reaches over to my wife, who has been motionless, breathless, throughout this exchange. Taking command, Deanna pulls her closer – and promply guides her head toward that neatly trimmed crotch. Before she has time to react, my wife finds herself facing an aroused wet pussy. She begins to turn toward me, but before she can, Deanna presses her face deeper. Knowing she has fantasized about this, but not sure how she would react if the moment ever came, I wait.
Not long, for my wife is overpowered by the scent of Deanna’s heat, the moisture of her arousal, and surely the fact that I’m watching. She tentatively begins to reach out with her tongue, and tastes her first woman. With that first taste, any hint of temerity evaporates. She begins working her tongue deeper, brings her fingers into play, and nearly buries her face between her friends thighs.
I can only watch as these two nearly explode into a sexual frenzy. Deanna, who is furiously working her own breasts, and thrusting her hips toward my wife’s face, begins to issue pleas. “Suck me. Harder. Lick my clit. Faster. More tongue. Deeper.” All the while increasing the tempo of her pelvis. Harder and harder massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples, demanding more.
From between Deanna’s thighs I hear something. I can’t be sure above the noise Deanna is making, or with my wife’s face buried so deep, her mouth pressed firmly against Deanna’s bush. But it sounds like she’s getting ready to… YES. She begins rolling her own hips, and suddenly something I’ve never witnessed before. Without anyone ever touching her, she begins to come. The wetness spreads between her legs and she shouts into her friends heat. We don’t know the words, but we know the meaning. For Deanna, it is enough. She throws back her arms, and gives in. Wave after wave pulses through her, and it seems my wife tries to gather each one. She works to insure that this orgasm is remembered.
Some minutes later, they are lying spent. My wife rolls her head, looks at me, and grins. Sensing the movement, Deanna looks down between her legs and smiles. Something passes between them and they begin to move. Rolling over, my wife reaches out to touch me. “You like?”
“Me?” I exclaim, “It was YOU that got thrown into the fire. And I don’t have to ask what you thought!”
“Nor I you” Spoken like a true English teacher, Deanna reaches toward me – and grabs my erection. “We’ll have to do something about that!” Moving toward my wife, who is now on her back, Deanna begins to slide up her body. Nipping at each breast on the way by, she continues up until her breasts are hanging. Lowering first one, then the other, she offers them to my wife. Just when she is beginning to get used to the idea of playing with them, Deanna moves down slightly. Hovering face-to-face, she waits.
I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly they are kissing. With each passing second, it becomes more sensual, more passionate. I realize that, like dogs in heat, they are beginning to hump each others’ thigh.
Reaching down, I begin to touch myself. I have been too hard for too long to just sit here.
Breaking the kiss, Deanna begins to slide down again. Looking over at me, she simply says “you know what to do with that, don’t you…?” With that, she settles in between the thighs that have spread in anticipation. After a few moments of preliminary teasing, tasting, touching, she lifts her butt up off of the bed and rises onto her knees, mouth still locked onto my wife’s dripping clit.
Knowing what she wants (but not sure when, or if, they communicated this) I move in behind her. Rising up on my knees, I reach out to place my hands on her hips. Poised to enter, I feel her working back toward me. Hesitating, I look over the back of Deanna’s head at my wife.
“Yes. YES. Do her,” she pants, “I have to see. I want to see. Need.”
With that, I find the center of Deanna’s heat, and thrust. Hard. In one motion, I drive myself deep into her and push her face even harder into my wife’s crotch. We all moan/grunt/sigh at that, and the tempo begins to pick up.
My wife, who has always liked the feel of a mouth servicing her, begins another orgasm quickly. Apparently, this has an effect on Deanna, who begins begging (I think, for the pleas are muffled) for her to keep coming. I alternate between thrusting furiously inside Deanna, and watching the spectacle of this woman going down on my wife. When I focus on the two of them, I slow to feel the wetness, the warmth, the difference, of Deanna’s pussy wrapped around my cock.
When my wife begins the thrashing that signals she is in full-on orgasm, I feel Deanna get even wetter. When my wife stops, Deanna presses back into me for more. I can’t possibly hold back any more. I’ve seen, smelled, heard, and felt too much. I go from feeling her uniqueness to pounding her. Pulling back on her hips with each forward thrust, I still marvel at how… different she feels. Interrupting my momentary pause deep inside Deanna, I hear my wife shout “FUCK her. Do her hard.” Deanna joins in, telling me to keep going, “Deep. er. Pound. me. HARD.”
Looking my wife, realizing she’s never looked so satisfied before – even as she’s eager to see this next scene – I let go. Thrusting as hard, fast, deep as I can I begin pounding in earnest. The slap of skin on skin gets louder, faster. Deanna comes back to meet each penetration.
“Oh.” Abandoning what little control I have left. “Oh yes. YES!” I explode deep, deep inside our new playmate.
…
The real surprise (as if recent events weren’t enough) came some time later. It had been a while since I had first been surprised with another woman, and we had talked about it occasionally. Sometimes casually, sometimes heatedly, but I was pretty sure it always ended up with my wife wet – even on the instances when we didn’t end up replaying portions of the adventure.
One evening I came home to that same feeling. Something amiss. Something was… different. I hurried upstairs, wondering what it might be this time. I walked into the bedroom to an impressive scene: Deanna sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with my wife on her knees – face buried in the crotch in front of her.
“Sorry, I couldn’t wait. I just had to have someone licking me, and with such a willing volunteer… I’m sure you understand.” Patting the bed beside her, she offered “Come sit with me. We have plans for you.”
Not one to miss an opportunity, and wanting to see my wife’s expression as she was going down on her friend, I moved toward the bed.
“Not with all THAT on. Get rid of the clothes.” Deanna spat. “This isn’t a performance you get to just watch, you know. In fact…”
Pulling off everything I had on, I wondered at that comment just hanging there. But I was pretty eager to get in the middle of this, so I sat my now-nude self down on the bed. Looking down at my wife as I did, I saw her look up at me so I could see how much fun she was having. Deanna took my hand and cupped her boob with it, at the same time reaching between my legs to massage my stiffening cock. After seeing the two of them naked in this position, a few seconds of her touch got me hard and horny.
She reached down to grab my wife’s head, and after enjoying a bit more tongue said “Okay, time to move.”
Move? I wondered what she meant, but found out almost immediately. My wife slid over to take my dick in her mouth, and began working on me with the same intensity she had just been doing Deanna. Just as I was getting into the rhythm, and Deanna’s hand had slid between her legs, my wife moved back over to go down on her again. After several back-and-forth rotations, I could tell she was ready for one (or both) of us to come so she could taste it. Rather than letting it happen, Deanna stood up.
Wondering what this was all about, and hoping it didn’t mean the activities were over, I started to ask. Before I could say a word, Deanna leaned over and kissed me. Deep, wet, promising. We had never kissed, and I was taken aback by this gesture. Reaching down to my wife, she pulled her up to her feet. Turning her around, she sat her on the bed beside me.
“Having as much fun as it looked like?” I asked.
“Not as much as I’m GOING to have!” she replied.
Wondering at that, I thought I was getting the answer when Deanna dropped to her knees between my wife’s thighs. After some probing, tasting and teasing she pulled back. Looking up at my wife, she smiled a sort of guilty grin and then moved over to me. Never having thought of her as the selfless type, and never having experienced it before, I was surprised when she started to go down on me!
Just like my wife had done, she moved back and forth between us. Bringing us closer each time.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, she stopped. Standing in front of me, she pulled me off of the bed and pushed me to my knees in front of her.
“Eat!” She ordered, spreading her feet so I could get to her dripping cunt. “I know you like it.” She grabbed my head and pressed it into her crotch, which was more than enough motivation for me. Since she was tall, I was able to reach between her legs and wrap my arms around her hips to pull my mouth tight against her. I began working my tongue, alternating between deep tastes of her and licking her clit.
I’m not sure how long I was at this, before she pulled my head back and looked down at me. “You like that, don’t you?” I nodded as I tried to get back to the center of her heat. “You’d go down on us all night if we’d let you, wouldn’t you?”
“Yesss. Can I?” Was all I could manage. I just wanted to keep tasting, smelling, teasing.
Just then she stepped aside, and behind her was a boy – well, young man now that I looked at him – grinning nervously. Standing beside him was my still-naked wife. I noticed that she had one hand on his arm, guiding him. He didn’t seem to be uncomfortable to see both of them without a thing on.
With Deanna’s butt still in my hands, and her steamy crotch inches away from me, I noticed that my wife’s hand had moved to the newcomer’s cock, and it was responding quickly.
I manged to say, “you want me to watch THIS? I don’t know if I can handle seeing another guy do either of you.”
“After all you’ve watched us do to you, and each other, it’s only fair.” My wife’s eyes were thinly veiled lust.
“I guess you have me on that one.”
“Yeah. We already knew that, but it’s nice to hear that YOU know it, too.”
Just then, Deanna moved aside so I could see the other two more clearly. I assumed she wanted to make sure I saw her fondling him. At least if I had to watch this, he wasn’t one of those guys who had a gut or was losing his hair already! As they stood beside him and admired him, occasionally touching him lightly, I began to notice details. He looked like an athlete. Bleached-blonde hair. Kind of short, but enough to see the natural curl. Not much of a tan, though, but it was early in the season. Lean, with that wide-shouldered slender look that swimmers seem to manage best. I realized that somebody was going to have some fun with this guy after all. As Deanna leaned over to kiss me again, thanking me for understanding, my wife whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was, he obviously liked it. His dick, which had been sort of hanging a moment ago, was now coming to attention. Full attention. Seeing the girls naked on either side of him, I couldn’t blame him! I also couldn’t help checking him out one more time. He was gonna get his. That cock was going to be well taken care of soon. Was that pre-cum already glistening at the tip?