Don Lewis - Two-way wife

Mike seemed excited by the sight of my blonde head buried in Martha's snatch. The sound excited him, too. We made a lot of noise, Martha's loud exclamations of pleasure joining the soft, pleasing sound of my rhythmic lapping on her cunt. Mike fucked me so hard that he drove me forward on each thrust, pushing me closer to Martha's straining snatch. I felt as if I would disappear into Martha's hole if Mike kept slamming his cock into my cunt so furiously.

Martha had the least patience. Her hands shoved my head closer to her cunt, combining with the force of Mike's thrusts to press my face tightly against her dripping snatch. I could tell that Martha's climax was approaching, so I moved my tongue as fast as I could along her trembling clit. I also shoved one finger into her asshole. I didn't move cautiously. I shoved until the entire length of my finger had disappeared in her shitter.

My finger in her ass was all Martha needed to reach orgasm. Her ass muscles closed on my finger and juice poured from her cunt all over my face. She rotated her crotch feverishly while her hands pressed insistently on my head.

I wanted to come, knowing that if I did, it would make it easier for Mike to accept my lesbianism. I threw my ass and cunt up at him, daring him to fuck me harder.

Mike didn't let me down, but I still couldn't come. In and out, his steel-hard rod efficiently fucked me, but I didn't even come near climaxing.

Again, I put on an act. Partially smothered by Martha's cunt, soft moans escaped my lips. I contracted my cunt muscles op his cock and rolled back and forth beneath him as if I were lost in the throes of orgasm. I prayed that my act was good enough to fool him once again.

Excited by what he thought was the two of us coming, Mike popped his wad. He lurched forward and let go, filling my twat with his load. I felt the hot spunk coat the inside of my cunt and then overflow, dripping down my thighs, but even that wasn't enough to drive me to orgasm.

Mike pulled his cock out. Then he pointed his cock at the entrance to my asshole. A few drops of cum dripped into my bung. My ass had always been extremely sensitive and the hot jizz felt good as it dripped into the tiny, dry hole. I wondered if I would have come if Mike had fucked me up the ass, but I decided that I probably would still have failed to orgasm.

I hadn't been shocked at Mike's inability to bring me off with his tongue. After all, he couldn't hope to match a woman's expertise in that area. I was surprised, however, that his prick hadn't brought me to climax. I had difficulty with Barry, of course, but Barry wasn't Mike. I had expected Mike's big prick to maintain its power over me, no matter how anxious I was to have Martha lick out my snatch.

I was tired, exhausted, and a little worried, but I was still anxious for what had to be next on our agenda. Logically, the next step would be for Martha to eat me while Mike fucked her.

Mike had another suggestion, however, and it both alarmed and cheered me. "I'd like to watch you two," he said.

I would have to be careful. If Mike were watching, he would be more likely to notice bow I responded to Martha. I decided that whatever happened, however good it felt, I would not show my feelings. I would act like I enjoyed it, of course. But I would not let my husband know how much I was enjoying it.

It was time to begin. I removed the pillow from underneath my stomach and rolled over on my side. Martha lay down next to me, her head next to my cunt, my head next to her cunt.

Mike sat down on the couch to watch. "Take your time, girls," he told us. "Don't rush. I've been looking forward to seeing this."

Simultaneously, Martha and I buried our heads in each other's pussies. We started slowly, licking and nibbling around the edges of each other's cunts without moving to the real goodies.

I thought I would die with expectation as Martha's soft tongue caressed my flesh. I couldn't hold myself back and I moved up after a short while to Martha's slit. Following the instructions she had given me last time, I plunged in to her wet gash. Then I drew my tongue out and transferred the sticky spit and cunt-juice to her clit. I hoped that she would immediately do the same for me.

Martha waited a few seconds before following suit. She moved her tongue beyond my cunt first. She probed into my asshole, tickling it on the outside, then going inside a few inches.

Next Martha moved her tongue to my cunt. She went in for the juices, then devoted her attention to my clit. This was what I wanted. I felt like digging my fingers into her flesh, pulling her closer to me, but I held back, afraid what Mike would think.

Martha vibrated her tongue against my clit and, for an instant, I thought I would lose control. Somehow, I kept my passion bottled up inside me. I continued to lick at Martha's cunt, but I didn't moan, tear at her, or give any other signs that my passion was so incredibly intense.

As if by prearranged plan, each of us stuck one finger into the other's cunt-hole and moved the other hand around to grip each other's asses.

Martha ate my cunt as skillfully as she had done before. She tongued my clit softly at first, while my passion increased. Then, as I got more and more aroused, she used her tongue more vigorously, pressing my clit from side to side then running the very tip of her tongue up and down the tiny shaft.

A few moments of such stimulation and I was ready to come. By now I had forgotten all about Mike and about my concern for what he would see and hear. I held Martha as tightly as I could while my greedy tongue lapped at her cunt. Meanwhile, I ground my cunt at her, wanting her to do all she could to make me climax.

Martha slowed down. She told me later that she was worried that if I lost control, Mike would get mad. She was right about that. She moved her tongue more deliberately, still on my clit, but much more softly, so that my excitement declined slightly.

I realized then how close I had come to ruining everything. It had happened too fast. I had forgotten quickly about the need to keep a lid on my passions, to prevent them from exploding openly. As Martha slowed down, I re-established my hold on myself. I decided that no matter how good Martha's tongue felt, I would keep at least part of my mind isolated from that erotic stimulation. I felt worried, even as Martha continued to lick my clit softly.

Those soft tongue caresses felt great! Still, I was confident. As long as Martha held back, I could keep some control over my reactions.

I wanted to yell out my passion as my cunt pulsated against Martha's tongue, but I didn't. Once or twice, I started jerking my cunt at Martha, shoving it in her face, at the same time using my hands to pull Martha's cunt to my face. This was the only sign of the heat that burned within me. On the outside at least, I didn't appear any hotter than usual. I doubted if Mike could guess that an unusually hot flame of passion burned in my cunt.

I wanted to writhe around, to roll back and forth on the floor, but I held myself still. Paradoxically, my effort at self-control began to increase the intensity of the feeling in my cunt. Instead of being diffused over my whole body, my excitement centered on my clit. With my feelings thus concentrated, I began to approach orgasm once again.

Even as I felt myself coming, I determined to hold back. Martha must have forgotten about Mike because she pulled a new trick out of her bag. This little novelty undid all her good work of the evening.

Just as I began to come, Martha stopped licking my clit. Instead, she took the clit between her lips and sucked. The sucking was one of the most intensely erotic sensations I had ever felt.

I forgot where I was, what I was doing, whom I was doing it with. I lived only for the delicious suction on my clit. I forgot about will power, about control, about anything but that incredible feeling.