Anthony Hammond - Hot Mouthed Nymphos

Whether Monica's husband was wavering in his faithfulness is doubtful from her account, he appeared to be more content with the status quo than she but he certainly had similar impulses and longings, for he seems to have welcomed the news of his wife's dream and eagerly used it as the basis for a new-found compatibility. And his interpretation of the dream's meaning seems to have a certain validity in that their first "experiment" in a cooperative extra-marital sex adventure was not only mutually enjoyable but tended to further solidify and magnify his wife's love for him.

In his very informative anthology Guide to Sexology, Denny Larke, Ph.D., remarks:

There must be hundreds of thousands of people in this country alone who believe that, because of certain sexual desires or practices on their part, they are mentally ill or morally degenerate. The overriding tragedy here is that these guilt-stricken men and women are, for the most part, perfectly normal. They are merely the victims of certain superstitions regarding sexual mores, or else they are unaware that practically everybody else is doing the same thing… Foremost among these acts that are likely to give rise to deep guilt feelings in many individuals are oral-genital types of love play.

Of course, in the area of oral-genital love play, Monica and Wendell weren't exactly fettered by superstition or feelings of guilt, because they indulged freely prior to her timely dream and their mutual consent to involvement in troilism, or three-way sex. Nor did they display, in Monica's interview account, any strong, overt inhibitions when it came right down to the actual involvement with a third sex partner. Thus, it is obvious that our two principals were extremely individualistic, subscribers to the new freedom of expression which proposes that any sexual practice engaged in privately by consenting adults is morally and legally permissible.

In his The Erotic Minorities, Lars Ullerstam, M.D., of Sweden touches upon the practice of troilism as follows:

It is a very popular type of social sex to engage a third person in sexual intimacy, and it is a none too uncommon method of adding to the erotic temperature of many marriages… The third person is either assigned a purely spectatorial role, or he or she is given various oral and genital tasks to perform. The number of technical variations possible in troilism exceeds by far the number of coital positions given in the Indian manuals of eroticism.

From the above, we may assume that Monica's and Wendell's initial experiment in troilism was an additional bulwark in the defense of their marriage and mutual affection, especially in view of the greater variety of positions mentioned by Dr. Ullerstam, which would tend to further appease their insatiable appetites for oral-genital sex.

Perhaps the most illuminating facet of our two subjects' case history is the contrast between Monica's sex life before and after being permitted her indulgence in the three-way sex unconsciously desired by her. One can only conjecture what the state of her emotional health might have been had this means of release not presented itself; she may have adjusted happily to a monogamous marital situation, or again, she may have veered unhappily off in the direction of clandestine sexual experiences with other groups, such as the group to which the neighborhood divorcee invited her.

But was she really rejuvenated and happy lastingly? Was she merely thrilled at the novelty of suddenly having two lovers, and with her husband's consent? Or was the variety of troilism weighed with too many responsibilities over the long haul, responsibilities that would bend or even break down her emotional underpinnings? We shall see in the final segment of her interview dialogue.

"The next time Wen had Gerald over to the house was the following Saturday evening, if my memory serves me correctly. It would have been sooner the very next day, as a matter of fact but Ger had to leave town for a few days on a business trip. Which turned out for the best. This way we were all nice and rested for the next little go-round or I should say BIG go-round, because we really pulled out the stoppers and carried on to the wee hours of the morning.

"There were the same amenities as before to get the show on the road: small talk about Ger's business trip, a few small glasses of sherry and comments on my voluptuous body, followed by Wen stripping off my clothes for the benefit of his friend's hungry eyes. Wendell seemed to get a helluva charge out of seeing that look on his face, sort of drooling in anticipation of getting at my naked body with his big tongue and big dick. He sort of drooled, too, in anticipation of watching me get ravished, and I could see from the bulge at his fly that he was already getting a hard-on. In fact, the pants of both of those guys were bulging way out, and that made me all the hornier, eager to have those two big sets of cock and balls in my mouth.

"Yeah, man, we all three were getting hot with anticipation and we didn't have to wait for long before we got what we were waiting for. It seemed that I was no sooner stripped down bare-ass naked when they were too. Then, in the next instant, they had me on my hands and knees, legs spread, with Wen's giant cock beneath my face and Ger's snaky long tongue aimed at the valley of my ass from behind.

"Beautiful… positively beautiful! Puckered little asshole; sweet juicy cunthole; pretty little pisshole; nice, erected clit-cock; delicate pink cunt-lips… all served up like a seven-course gourmet dinner. Positively the most beautiful sight I've ever seen,' came the voice from my rear, like he was a connoisseur or something. Then I felt hands spreading my pussy lips still farther apart, and again, 'Beautiful… beautiful!' I liked that, having my ass and box admired, but, damn it! I liked having his tongue up there better.

"In order to convey my feelings, I shoved my ass back. And Ger was quick to catch the hint, for instead of avoiding the collision, he met my thrust head on, sliding his tongue the entire length of my cunt, over each of the spots he had described as a 'seven-course dinner.' Mmmmmmmmmmm, it felt so wonderful, especially since I was now feeling the extra thrill of having my husband's dick in my mouth, his balls cupped in one of my hands. Slow and easy I fucked that huge, throbbing shaft with my mouth, milking its sweet foreplay juices while softly rolling those two sacked eggs in my fingers. I could have made Wen shoot his load real quick, I know he was that hot and I'm that good of a cocksucker but it was too soon for him to unload and I knew he didn't want to, not just yet.

"Go ahead on, buddy boy. Work out. You can have all of that delicious pussy you want, huh, sweetheart?' Wen gasped to his friend. Actually, he was getting as much of a thrill watching that eating around my tail as he was from my sucking his dick. In fact, more. After I had answered his statement with an affirmative grunt and nod of my head, d'ya know what this peek-freak husband of mine said? He said: 'Knock it off for a while, sweetheart. I gotta move around where I can get a bird's eye view of that action down there in your ass. Something tells me I'm missing a helluva lot up here on this end.' Then he scooted out from under me, pulling his rod from my mouth with a loud SHLOOP, and sat down a few feet away on the divan. Perched on the edge and leaning down low, he was positioned where he could focus up close on everything that Ger was doing and Ger, bless his passionate hide, didn't seem to mind at all, because he kept right on with that magnificent tongue of his, never missing a stroke.

"Oooooooo shit, I could feel its electricity clear through my insides! My clit got it first the all-out treatment, I mean. After nudging it furiously for awhile with his tongue, he gathered it up into his mouth like a cock and sucked. Oh how he did suck that thing! And while he was sucking, he nibbled on it with his teeth, sending great spasms of excruciating ecstasy through my whole cunt region, bringing me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. In fact, I think I did come a little one of those uncontrollable prelude bursts because I distinctly felt a rush of my cunt juices.