Don Lewis - Two-way wife

This time Martha made no pretense of cool sophistication. She was ready for the fucking and sucking. Instead of a dress, she wore a tiny mini-skirt and halter. The skirt was barely long enough to cover her pussy; it showed off her long slim legs and alluring, well-shaped thighs. Her halter was not up to the job of restraining her jugs. They bounced up and down as she walked in.

"Hi, folks," she said, her voice low and throaty. Martha seemed much more relaxed and comfortable than she had last time she had visited. I realized that I was much more relaxed, too, despite the problems that might occur.

It was Martha's actions even more than her clothing that showed the abandonment of her usual reserve. As she walked in, she kissed Mike on the lips and grabbed his cock with one hand. The other hand reached out and went between my legs, up my dress.

I hadn't worn underwear again and my cunt was already wet, so Martha's probing fingers found what they had hoped to find. The hand that reached for Mike found what it wanted, too. Martha groaned with anticipation as she rubbed Mike's hard-on through his pants.

We stood there like that for a few minutes. Then Martha stopped kissing Mike and began kissing me, at the same time keeping her hands on my cunt and Mike's cock.

By now, Mike and I were ready to reciprocate. Mike stuck his hand inside Martha's mini-skirt. She had taken a hint from me and hadn't worn any panties either. Mike plunged his thumb into her snatch, using his biggest, strongest finger to prepare her for the later assaults of his cock.

I caressed Martha's tits through the halter. Then I pulled one boob out of the halter and began to rub the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Next I dropped my hand down to Martha's cunt. Mike's finger had already filled it, so I stuck one finger up Martha's tight asshole.

Martha stopped kissing me. "This is great," she panted. "But let me get out of these clothes."

We walked back into the living room. Martha reached behind her and unhooked her halter, letting it drop to the floor. She undid her mini-skirt and stepped out of it. Last, she let her high platform shoes clatter to the floor.

Martha looked at us impatiently. We had been watching her undress and hadn't taken off any of our own clothes.

"Come on. Let's get started," she told us.

I undressed quickly and left my clothes on the floor next to Martha's. Mike took his clothes off and hung them over the back of a chair. Martha and I both stared at his erect cock; lesbian tendencies or not, we both knew a good hunk of meat when we saw it.

Martha took charge. "Mike, you lie down on the floor," she instructed.

Mike did as she asked. He thought he knew what she had in mind. He lay on his back, his cock sticking up nearly a foot into the air. Martha climbed astride him and let herself down slowly on his prick, allowing it to part the lips of her cunt. As it went in her gash, she rocked back and forth, rubbing the head of Mike's cock against her clit. She moved down slowly, letting his cock slip into her hole an inch at a time.

When Mike's cock had penetrated as far inside her snatch as it could possibly go, Martha motioned for me to join them. I didn't know exactly what to do, so Martha told me.

"Sit on his face," she ordered.

I sat down on Mike's face, thrusting my cunt down at his mouth. I faced Martha, who had begun to bounce up and down rapidly on Mike's cock. Martha reached out and hugged me to her and we kissed.

We had formed one of the many triangles possible in three-way sex. Mike was the base of the triangle, his prick and tongue joining him to Martha and me, who were in turn joined by our mouths and tongues.

Martha's kissing grew more and more frantic. Her tongue explored my mouth and then moved outside, rubbing softly against my ear, then against my neck. I moved my mouth around, too. I kissed Martha's neck and then moved to her tit lavishing most of my attention on those beautiful nipples.

Meanwhile, Mike ate out my cunt with a lot of energy and not a little skill. Nevertheless, it didn't compare to the sensation when Martha had eaten my twat a few days before. Mike licked at my clit, but when he plunged inside my cunt, he stayed there too long, as if he were trying to make his tongue act like a cock. When he did lick my clit, he wasn't as gentle as Martha had been. He licked with the same force from start to finish, never varying the pressure to suit my own level of passion.

Martha was the first to come. Her already stiff nipples hardened even more. She stopped kissing my body and buried her head against my tits, her soft cheek against my nipples. At the same time, she pushed her cunt down hard on Mike's cock.

"What a cock! What a fucking cock!" Martha cried.

Then the full force of her orgasm hit her. Screaming and yelling, she bounced up and down on Mike's cock as fast as she could. Now her lips were all over me, kissing my tits, my neck, my face.

Martha's frenzied climax encouraged Mike. He ate my cunt voraciously while he shoved his cock up into Martha's bucking snatch, rising into the air to meet her each time she descended.

Mike came next. His tongue snaked way into my cunt and stayed there. I looked down and saw that all his muscles had tensed. I could see a few drops of jizz drip out of Martha's twat as Mike's load filled her to overflowing.

I was the only one who had not come. I knew that I had to do something so Mike wouldn't be upset later when Martha made me climax.

I tried to make it feel better. I pushed my cunt down on Mike's face, pressing it against his mouth. It felt good, but not as good as Martha's mouth had felt.

I did the only thing I could do. I exaggerated my pleasure. I yelled and screamed and contracted my cunt muscles as if I were enjoying one of the best orgasms of my life. His tongue had felt good on my snatch, but not that good. I hoped my act had footed him.

I felt slightly frustrated at my inability to climax with Mike. It was the first time since I had met him that he had been unable to bring me to orgasm. Still, I wasn't too upset. I knew my frustration would disappear soon when Martha ate my cunt out. I wouldn't remain unfulfilled for long.

Mike took charge of our next triangular arrangement. Martha had directed the first scenario and perhaps Mike had resented a woman taking control of things. Or maybe he just thought his idea was a good one. Whatever his motivation, he began to order Martha and me around.

"Lie down on this, Lori," he said, holding up a pillow from the sofa.

He put it down on the floor and I did as he asked. I lay down with the pillow underneath my rib-cage. That way, my ass and cunt were elevated into the air.

"Now you lie down in front of Lori. Spread your legs wide for her," Mike told Martha.

Now I realized what he had in mind. I would eat Martha's pussy while Mike would fuck me from behind. I wondered if he would screw me in the ass or in the cunt.

Martha lay down in front of me and spread her legs wide, her dripping snatch open to view. Then Mike lay down on top of me and shoved his prick into my cunt.

The position offered entertaining vistas for all three: Martha could look down and see me licking her cunt; I could look into her beautiful twat; Mike could look down and see my ass or he could look up slightly and see me eating out Martha.

Martha's cunt tasted differently than it had tasted the other night. I recognized the familiar taste of jism mixed in with her cunt-juice. It was not an unpleasant taste, but it was different than the taste of her pure, unadulterated pussy-cream.

I lapped it up as eagerly as I had lapped up her cunt-juice a few nights before. I gulped it greedily, taking it into my mouth and then swallowing it.

Meanwhile, Mike's prick moved in and out of my cunt. Doggie-style fucking was one of my favorites. I enjoyed the feel of Mike's hairy thighs against the smooth flesh of my ass. Moreover, the thickest part of Mike's prick came into frequent contact with my clit, more so than in more conventional positions.