Mary Farcus - Wide open wife

And then Marge was doing the same to her. Lucy's back arched, her mouth pulling away from Marge's warm, sweet cunt.

"Now lick my tit," Marge begged her blonde friend. "Suck it into your mouth… like this!" And Marge demonstrated by placing her lips around Lucy's tender little sex bud and sucking it deep into her mouth.

"Oh, my God!" Lucy blurted. It took her several seconds to regain her control and do the same to Marge. But in another few seconds the two moaning women were locked together again, mouth to cunt, their loud sucking sounding throughout the bedroom.

Which one of us is going to come first? Lucy wondered, when suddenly her whole body stiffened with tenor.

"LUCY! WHAT THE FUCK!" a loud voice bellowed from the door. Jerking her head free of Marge's gushing cunt, Lucy twisted around on the bed and saw a familiar figure standing in the doorway.

"Tom! What are you doing home so early?" she stammered. The day had been a thoughtful one for Tom. He couldn't get out of his mind how sexy Lucy had looked the night before. So when the day's business had turned out to be slow, he decided to go home and have a try at fucking his suddenly interesting wife.

Lucy's car had been in the driveway when he got home. And the two women were too deep into one another's cunts to hear him when he let himself in the front door. Tom stood a moment, wondering where Lucy was, when he heard the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking coming from the bedroom, heavy breathing and the squeak of bedsprings.

"My God! She's in there fucking somebody!" Tom muttered to himself in horror. And then anger boiled. "Why, the sneaky little bitch! I'll break both of them in two!"

Tom's surprise took a sudden reversal when he, expecting to find his wife in the arms of a man, found her, instead with her head shoved far up between a naked woman's thighs. He was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to him that Lucy might be a lesbian. A roar of surprise and rage burst from his throat before he could even think, and he saw Lucy twist away from the other woman's cunt and blurt out her own surprise.

"Why did I come home?" he snarled acidly. "To see you, baby. Christ, what the hell are…"

And then Tom saw the other woman's face as she pulled her head out from between his wife's legs. Tom's jaw dropped.

"Hot Lips!" he blurted. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, hello, lover," Marge said coolly. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You two know one another?" Lucy asked, puzzled.

"Uh-huh. He did me out of a pair of panties. Drove off with them in his car."

Lucy was shocked.

"Then you're the one…" she blurted. "I found those panties under the seat of Jack's car! That's why I – why I decided…"

"I can explain that," Jack said quickly. He found himself on the defensive. He cast a quick look at Marge, wondering if she was going to blow the whistle.

"Don't even try to explain!" Lucy shot back, seizing the initiative. "I know you've been fucking other women. And I know all about that redhead the other night. Don't try to lie out of it. I was watching through the window while you fucked her!"

"Caught red-handed," Marge said solemnly. She seemed to be the only one in the room completely at ease.

"Now look here, Hot Lips," Tom said nastily, trying to regain the upper hand.

"I think it's time you knew my real name," Marge said with mock seriousness. "It's Marge."

"Cut out that bullshit!" Tom roared. "I come home and find my wife's gone lesbian, sucking another woman's cunt."

"I've been fucking men, too, Tom," Lucy interjected. "Two yesterday and four today. As soon as I found out what you were doing behind my back."

Tom's mouth gaped open as his wife calmly told him of her infidelity.

"Why you… you…" he stammered.

"Now let's not say anything hypocritical," Marge interrupted. "I seem to remember a hot little romp you and I had the other day. And you know the old saying – what's good for the gander is good for the goose."

"You've got it backwards," Tom said desperately. "It's-it's just that things weren't going so well at home. I don't know why, but…"

"Did it ever occur to you that things might not have been going so well with me either?" Lucy shot back hotly.

"Hey! Can it, you two," Marge said sternly. "Did it ever occur to either of you that there might be some way out other than sneaking around behind one another's back? Did you ever try to talk it over?"

"You just can't talk about a thing like this," Lucy said dejectedly.

"Oh, no? Tell me then. Do you really get so shook up at the idea of Tom out getting his as long as you get yours?"

"Well, I don't know." Lucy said doubtfully.

"How about you?" Marge asked Tom.

"Jesus. A guy just doesn't like to think about… about…"

Images of Lucy panting and writhing in another man's arms began to run through his fevered brain. To his surprise, he found the idea exciting. Sure, there was some jealousy, but he became aware that Marge's presence was having an effect on him. He looked down at the two naked women and remembered how he'd wished once that he could have them both in bed with him at once. And he remembered the exciting way their lovely nude bodies had been so obscenely locked together on the bed when he came in. Tom realized that his cock was slowly becoming hard. Marge, as sharp-eyed as ever, noticed it too.

"Get your clothes off, you big ape," she said. "Don't you realize you're in a room with two horny women?"

"Jesus! You think all you have to do is…"

But Marge was beginning to fumble with his belt and Tom gave in.

"Oh, shit!" he muttered as the smiling brunette pulled his pants down and his swollen cock bounced out into the open. I'd be an idiot to pass this up! He told himself, and began helping Marge as she tugged at his clothes. In a minute he was nude, standing next to the bed, his erect cock jutting out starkly.

"Come on down here," Marge urged him, and tugged him down onto the bed between herself and Lucy. Lucy was lying rigid, stunned to find herself suddenly in bed with her, her husband and her female lover. Marge began running her hands all over Tom's body. He lay rigid too, casting anxious looks out of the corner of his eye at his wife.

"Relax, you two!" Marge said disgustedly. "Here!" And she forcibly placed Lucy's hand on her husband's cock and Tom's hand on Lucy's cunt.

Oh, why not try it? Lucy thought, and began to run her hand up and down the length of Tom's big organ. He reacted instantly, a low moan escaping from his lips, and his hand dug frantically into his wife's pussy slit.

"It's about time," Marge said with a laugh. "Now, as I remember it, I was getting my cunt eaten. Care to help out?" she asked the panting Tom.

Without waiting for an answer, Marge straddled Tom's chest and poised her cunt, still glistening with Lucy's saliva, about an inch from Tom's gaping mouth. "Come on. Aren't you going to eat me?" she asked impatiently.

Tom looked nervously toward Lucy, but she was beginning to suck his cock, so he gave in.

"You bet your sweet round ass!" he told Marge. "C'mere!" he grunted, and jerked her loins toward him, ramming his tongue deep into her cunt.

"Oh God yes! The day's shaping up!" Marge panted.

"Keep licking, you son of a bitch. Send me up like a rocket!"

That's my wife sucking my cock while I eat Marge! Jack thought crazily as his tongue slithered through Marge's pussy flesh. I can't believe this is happening! He thought.

Neither could Lucy. But she liked it. There was a new excitement to Tom's body as she sucked and licked his big cock. Knowing Marge was only a foot or two away, and that her lovely cunt was spread out over the lower half of Tom's face, made the excited young wife grow hotter and hotter.

How come I'm not jealous? She wondered. But instead of making her jealous, Tom's lewd attentions to Marge's cunt only aroused the girl. She felt her clit gushing hot sex juices and knew some of her problems were over forever.