by Desconhecido
That threw Mike through a loop. Early in their marriage, back when they were still both very experimental, Vicki had confessed that she had lesbian fantasies, but even then they had never considered a threesome with another woman. Now she wanted to bring a stranger into their bed.
“Are you sure?” Mike asked.
Vicki nodded. “I want to live a little,” she said.
Mike glanced at Cindi again. The thought of seeing his wife making love to such a beautiful blonde excited him. How could he refuse? He shrugged.
“Whatever pleases you,” he said.
The three of them danced some more, particularly the two women. Mike watched as their dancing gradually became more sexual in nature.
Mike backed off the booze toward the end of the evening so he could drive home sober. He figured Vicki and Cindi could use the alcohol intake to loosen their inhibitions, though by the time they all left the club, Vicki and Cindi acted as if they’d been friends for years.
The first thing Mike did when they arrived at their destination was to pour drinks all the way around. The girls were sitting on the couch in the living room, side by side, already cuddling.
No time wasted.
Mike handed them their drinks, then he sat in a recliner with his own drink, taking a sip as he watched the sexy blonde nuzzle his wife’s neck.
“Is this your first time with another woman?” he asked Cindi, his tone as casual as if he’d only asked her where she was from.
“No, not at all,” she said. “I love women. I’m definitely bisexual, though.”
Mike was happy to hear that, though he hadn’t considered what Vicki might think about him fucking another woman. It was one thing for her to pursue her lesbian fantasies, but quite another for her to watch Mike fuck another woman. She was not the possessive type by a long shot, but that didn’t necessarily mean she’d have no trouble sharing him with Cindi.
He lit a cigarette. He’d let the rest of the night take its own course. Whatever happened, happened. At the very least, he’d be watching his sexy wife make love to this beautiful blonde, and hell, that was something, wasn’t it? How many men would give a left nut for a chance like that?
He got up and dimmed the lights. Brought them down real low, hoping to set a mood that would encourage Vicki to let herself go. Although this whole thing was Vicki’s idea, Mike could see that she was a little bit uneasy.
He lit a couple of candles for effect.
As Mike sat back down in the recliner, Cindi draped a leg over Vicki and began kissing her. Vicki responded eagerly, opening her mouth to allow Cindi’s wet pink tongue to slip inside.
Cindi ran her hand over one of Vicki’s thighs, sliding it under Vicki’s short dress. Her fingers found the damp crotch of Vicki’s panties. She caressed Vicki’s pussy lips through the thin, silky material, causing Vicki to give a sharp gasp of pleasure. She pushed a finger under the elastic of Vicki’s panties and worked it between the plump, soft lips.
Mike shifted in the recliner. He adjusted the quickly rising lump in his jeans. He watched as the hem of Vicki’s dress climbed up her legs, eventually giving him a good view of what Cindi was doing with her fingers.
Cindi broke her kiss with Vicki and stood up, pulling Vicki to her feet. She slid the straps of Vicki’s dress down one at a time, her fingers brushing Vicki’s soft shoulders.
Vicki closed her eyes and sighed as Cindi kissed her shoulders and then her neck. Cindi passed her mouth over Vicki’s mouth again, nibbling on Vicki’s lower lip as she reached behind Vicki and unzipped the back of her dress.
The dress came off smoothly, sliding over Vicki’s hips and falling into a pool around her feet. She stepped out of it, kicked it aside, and then fell back on the couch, drawing her knees back and opening them wide.
Cindi dropped to her haunches between Vicki’s widespread legs and grasped the elastic band of her panties. Vicki’s ass came up off the couch. Cindi took off her panties, dropping them on the floor beside her, and then leaned down to run her tongue between the thick lips of Vicki’s pussy.
“Oh, God…” Vicki gasped, pumping her hot cunt against Cindi’s face.
Cindi held Vicki’s ass in her hands, her fingers digging into Vicki’s soft cheeks. She teased the inner lips of Vicki’s pussy, rolling the glistening red folds beneath her tongue.
“That feels good,” Vicki said.
She rubbed herself against Cindi’s face faster. Cindi held onto Vicki as she ate her pussy. She worked her tongue into Vicki and fucked her with t, then she moved up and teased Vicki’s clit from its hiding place, taking it into her mouth when it was fully exposed.
Vicki was moaning and nearly shedding tears of joy as Cindi exercised her knowledge of the female pleasure points and how to manipulate them.
“I’m coming,” Vicki screamed.
Mike was both amazed and impressed. He’d never been able to get Vicki off in such a short period of time.
Cindi stood up, her cheeks wet with Vicki’s pussy juice. She removed her top, letting her rather large breasts tumble free. Her nipples were dark pink and erect, surrounded by puffy areolas the size of a half dollar. She pushed her tits together, lifting one to her mouth so she could tease her nipple with her tongue.
Vicki wrapped her legs around Cindi and pulled her down onto the couch. Cindi fell on top of Vicki, pressing her tits in Vicki’s face. Vicki worked on one nipple and then the other, biting and sucking them.
Mike was shocked by how quickly Vicki seemed to be adapting to this whole girl-on-girl thing. It was enough to make a man ask a few questions.
Not that he was complaining. The only complaint he could manage at the moment was that he wasn’t naked and doing the horizontal bop with one (or both) of the two gorgeous women. His cock was hard enough right now to cut diamonds, and he was eager to put it to good use.
He unzipped his pants and hauled out his erection. It wasn’t what he had in mind, but it would damn well do the trick for right now.
Cindi and Vicki kissed a few more minutes, then Cindi stood up and removed her leather skirt, wiggling her ass for Mike’s benefit as she did. She wore tight zebra-striped panties that clung to the delicious curve of her bottom.
Mike couldn’t restrain an appreciative whistle.
Vicki scooted to the edge of the couch and, looking up at Cindi’s face as she did, she slowly drew Cindi’s panties down. As Vicki lowered Cindi’s panties past her knees, her eyes fell on Cindi’s midsection and registered wide-eyed surprise.
Mike couldn’t imagine what had caught his wife so off guard. He leaned up in the recliner to get a better look. From where he sat, he could only see Cindi’s backside. He leaned a little to the left, jockeying for a better view. Having no luck, he went to stand beside Cindi, one hand still gripping his hard-on.
“Holy shit,” was all he could manage to say.
Cindi looked at him with a did-I-forget-to-mention expression on her face.
“What’s that?” Mike asked, immediately feeling stupid and wishing he could retract the question.
“It’s a cock,” Vicki said casually.
And then she laughed.
“I don’t think this is funny,” Mike said. “What the hell… what are you?”
“I’m a woman,” Cindi said. “I’ve just got a little something extra.”
“Not so little,” Vicki said, stroking Cindi’s cock as it grew thicker and harder.
“Vicki, don’t do that,” Mike said. “That’s not right.”
“What’s not right?” Vicki asked, her eyes glued to Cindi’s dick. “I think it’s pretty cool.”
“Pretty cool?” Mike couldn’t have sounded more put off. “She’s… he… fuck, whatever… it’s not right.”
Vicki leaned up and took Cindi’s cock in her mouth. She tilted her soft green eyes up and Cindi’s face as she sucked.
Mike watched, horrified to see his wife encouraging this mixed-up monstrosity. “Stop that,” he demanded.
Vic
ki ignored him, taking Cindi’s cock further into her mouth.
Mike realized he still had his own cock in his hand. He let it go suddenly, as if it might bite him. He stormed over to the bar and poured himself a double shot of whiskey, throwing back most of it in one gulp.
Vicki pulled back and stood up, still stroking Cindi’s cock with one hand. They gazed into one another’s eyes. Cindi seemed to be waiting for something.
“Ask me anything,” Cindi finally said. “It’s okay.”
“I don’t have anything to ask,” Vicki said. “I just want to experience you.”
Mike was standing nearby, watching unobtrusively. On one hand he wanted no part of this, on the other he felt oddly fascinated by Cindi. There she was, an absolutely beautiful woman, perfect in every way (if you overlooked her cock and balls, that is), and he couldn’t decide what he should do about her.
And then there was Vicki, his sexy wife, naked except for black stockings and heels, fondling that she-male’s cock, taking it into her mouth, and Mike was caught between being turned on and sickened at the same time.
Jesus, this world was one fucked-up treasure trove.
“Come here,” Vicki said to him, patting the couch. “Come and watch.”
He hesitated, finished his drink, and sat next to Vicki, who was kneeling in front of Cindi, slowly running her hand up and down the length of the beautiful, busty blonde’s erection.
Mike watched in silence, torn between distaste and excitement. Seeing Vicki’s hand moving along the length of another cock made him uneasy, and if Cindi hadn’t been a completely gorgeous woman in every other respect, he might have taken serious issue with it.
Vicki couldn’t have been more unconcerned with him at the moment. She didn’t take her eyes off Cindi’s cock as she continued to manipulate it, using two hands at a times.
The head of Cindi’s cock was pink and smooth, still glistening with saliva left behind when Vicki had taken it into her mouth. Vicki leaned forward and licked it again. She gently swirled her tongue around the rim of it, then she teased the opening, and finally slipped her mouth over it.
Cindi tangled her fingers in Vicki’s hair and pushed it back, giving Mike a clear view of his wife’s mouth being filled by hard, thick.
Mike realized he had an erection of his own. Watching Vicki give Cindi head was turning him on more than he imagined it would. He took his cock out again, slowly stroking it as he watched.
Cindi saw him and smiled. She could see that he was coming around. So many of them did. Not at first, of course. Most reacted like Mike did in the beginning, and some even worse, but usually they came around. They were intrigued.
Vicki pulled her head back, letting Cindi’s cock slip from her mouth, all slick and wet with her saliva. She looked over at her husband as she pumped Cindi’s cock with one hand.
“Wanna help me out?” she asked.
Mike hesitated a moment, then considered the painfully obvious throbbing between his legs. He moved onto the floor, kneeling beside his wife. She continued to stroke Cindi’s cock with one hand as she took Mike’s cock in her other hand and began jacking him off.
Vicki took Cindi’s cock in her mouth again, moving her hand up and down the lower half as she sucked and licked the top half. She brought her mouth away from Cindi’s cock and pushed it at Mike, whose first reaction was to pull back. He locked eyes with his wife, saw that she was serious, and then leaned up to run his tongue over the head of Cindi’s cock.
“Suck on it,” Vicki encouraged him.
He took Cindi’s dick in his mouth and sucked on it. He had no idea what he was supposed to do. He’d been the proud receiver of many blowjobs in his life, but giving and getting were two different things, and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it was a women did with their mouths that made him feel so damn good.
He did the best he could. Cindi moaned. He figured he must be doing something right. He took a little more of her cock into his mouth, sucking on it as he did, using his tongue like Vicki often did when she sucked him.
Vicki left him to his own devices as she shifted her position so she could bend down to suck his cock. He felt her warm, wet mouth slide over the head of his cock. Her velvety smooth tongue caressed his knob, teased at the underside of it, and then danced against his heavily veined shaft as she descended.
The pleasure of her mouth on his cock was all the inspiration he needed. He found himself mimicking her moves, trying the same moves on Cindi. It was the best lesson he could get.
Cindi began to pump her hips slowly, pushing her cock in and out of Mike’s mouth. He looked up and saw her full tits bouncing, saw the satisfied smile on her pretty face, the sexual hunger in her sea-blue eyes.
It was all so surreal and disorienting, his cock in Vicki’s mouth, Cindi’s cock in his mouth…
They stopped long enough for him to shed his clothes. He was in it for the distance now. He got naked, stroking his cock as Vicki sat back on the couch, spreading her legs wide.
He knelt between her legs and guided his dick into her moist, hot pussy, sinking it into her with one thrust.
Cindi climbed onto the couch and stood beside Vicki, feeding her cock into Vicki’s mouth a little at a time. Vicki put her head on the back of the couch and tilted her face up, opening her mouth wide for Cindi’s cock.
Mike held Vicki’s legs wide apart as he pumped her pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off Cindi’s cock disappearing down his wife’s throat. Vicki opened wider, taking more of the thick meat than Mike believed possible. All of it vanished until Cindi’s balls rested against Vicki’s chin.
Mike groaned as he exploded inside Vicki. He gave a few more thrusts, working his cum deep inside her pussy, and then he withdrew and fell over her, his sticky cock against her belly.
Cindi took her cock from Vicki’s mouth and moved down on the floor, positioning herself between Vicki’s legs. She went down on Vicki, licking Mike’s cum out of her first, then treating Vicki’s clitoris to an all-out tongue lashing until Vicki climaxed.
The three of them had a little more to drink, then Vicki lay back on the couch and Cindi straddled her face, pushing her hard dick into Vicki’s mouth again. Cindi looked over at Mike, smiled, and indicated he should get behind her.
“Fuck me,” she said.
He’d already considered this possibility, and he’d made up his mind that he was going to do it if the opportunity presented itself.
And there it was, presenting itself in the form a wide, pale, shapely ass.
Mike left the room briefly. He returned with a bottle of K-Y Jelly lubrication-the kind that warmed to the touch. He squirted some into the palm of one hand and smeared his cock with it, then he squeezed a good-sized squirt around Cindi’s pink asshole and worked it in with a finger.
He entered Cindi’s ass slowly, pushing his cock in an inch at a time, pausing, and then a little more. He’d never even fucked Vicki in the ass. He wasn’t sure exactly how much an ass could take.
Cindi moaned. At first he thought he might be hurting her, but when he stopped to make sure she was all right, she reached back and grabbed him, pulling him deeper into her ass.
Cindi began pumping her cock into Vicki’s mouth. He began pumping his cock into Cindi’s tight ass. Pretty soon he had a decent rhythm established, and Cindi seemed to be enjoying it. He fucked her with deep, even strokes at first, then with gradually harder ones, and soon his balls were swinging back and forth, smacking against hers. Each thrust of his cock pushed Cindi’s dick further down Vicki’s throat.
Mike gripped Cindi’s hips and held on for life, groaning as her tight bottom clung to his shaft, squeezing down on it, working him ever-quicker toward his second orgasm of the night.
Cindi threw her head back and moaned. Her cock jerked in Vicki’s mouth. Mike heard the deep, hungry gulping noise his wife made as she swallowed Cindi’s cum. He felt a sharp stab of envy. Vicki had never swallowed for him.
It didn’t matter
now, though. He could take that up with her later, and he would, but for now he concentrated on his own pleasure.
“Shit,” he said with a grunt, thrusting his cock deep into Cindi’s tight bottom.
His body went tense and he trembled. His cock jerked. Cindi’ ass seemed to swallow. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, threw back his head, and howled like a banshee as he emptied his cream into her ass.
He sat the next round out, watching as Cindi fucked Vicki. She fucked her on the couch first, in the missionary position, then she flipped Vicki over onto her stomach and fucked her. She finally pulled Vicki to her hands and knees and fucked her doggy-style.
Mike watched it all, his cock now limp, his mind lost in a haze. Afterward, when Cindi was gone and Mike had to face his wife in the aftermath of what had happened, he felt ashamed of himself. He didn’t confront her about swallowing. Instead, he preferred not to talk about the episode (that’s what he immediately began calling it) at all. In his mind, it had never happened.
Vicki wanted to see Cindi again. She wanted Mike to be with her. She told Mike she wanted to feel them both fucking her at the same time. He humored her and said maybe, but he knew it would never happen again.
Cindi was beautiful, no doubt about it. Mike even managed to convince himself that her cock was incidental, that she was all woman except for that one detail, so his actions that night were completely justified.
He never did see Cindi again, though Vicki saw her on a regular basis. He would never deny Vicki her relationship with Cindi. To each his own. He buried himself in his work again. Vicki did the same. It worked out better that way.
Her Room
Her room…
… is private and distinctly feminine.
The bed is unmade. I sit on the edge and study the crumpled satin sheets. The pillows are side by side, one slightly on top of the other.
I run my hands over the soft, cool sheets, imagining her naked body stretched across them. Knowing her naked skin has touched the sheets arouses me.
I smell her scent all over the sheets and pillows-a mixture of Charlie, shampoo, soap, and something more natural.
