Don Lewis - Two-way wife

"I've found an ad that looks good!" he yelled. I ran into the den and, looking over his shoulder, read the ad.

UNINHIBITED GIRL, 18, LOOKING FOR ATTRACTIVE MAN OR COUPLE TO TAKE HER INTO THEIR HOME. Call 2724300.

"Maybe she's what we're looking for, but it's hard to tell," I said. "She may be bisexual, but if she isn't, it won't solve any of our problems."

"Why do you think she asked for a couple? She must be bisexual," Mike insisted.

"She might be. In fact, she probably is. But we can't be sure. I've heard of arrangements where a girl lives with a couple and the couple doesn't really share her. The wife isn't interested in sex or gets her kicks from watching her husband fucking the girl. This girl might be looking for an arrangement like that," I told him.

"That could be, but I doubt it," Mike said. "Let's call. We have nothing to lose."

Mike dialed the number. My heart was pounding and my legs were weak. I wondered if this could be it. Would a beautiful, bisexual girl soon be living with us?

I listened eagerly to the conversation, but felt more frustrated afterwards than I had in the beginning. Mike had insisted on playing it straight, arguing that we should take it slow and not risk scaring her off. We were to pick her up tomorrow at five. I grabbed the piece of paper he had written the address on. It said: Susan Knight, George Washington Motel, 234 Grand Avenue.

Despite my anxieties and reservations, even the chance for a solution was enough to lift the pall of depression from me. I could get excited about the night's party now, especially since I knew we would see Susan the next day. I felt the familiar warmth in my cunt that I had felt during the last few weeks whenever I thought about lesbianism. Tonight would be my first public performance!

I didn't get dressed up for this party. No involved strip-tease this time. I put on a fur coat, but I didn't wear anything else.

When we arrived, about half the guests were already there. I could tell every eye was on me as I stripped off my coat. When the crowd saw I wore nothing under my coat, there was a collective gasp of surprise.

"Hey, Lori!" one man yelled. "You didn't want to waste any time, did you?"

Another man was less subtle. "I'm ready if you are!" he shouted.

I ignored the men. I had something quite different in mind. I scanned the room quickly. Then I spotted Cynthia, a beautiful black girl. If I were going to do something for the first time, it would be really novel to do it with Cynthia. I would combine two firsts, my first woman in front of the group and my first black.

I walked over to Cynthia. I think she sensed what I was there for.

"Why, hello, Lori," she said softly. "What you want, honey?"

I stared at her without saying a word. My eyes moved over her body and lingered on the black, curly wool of her pussy. Then I moved my eyes up to stare at Cynthia's tits, especially where her dark-brown nipples stood out against the lighter brown of her tits.

I had admired Cynthia at a few parties. I thought she looked like a lean panther, a black one, of course. Her tits weren't big and her body wasn't extremely voluptuous, but she had a certain muscular, feline power. Her body was long and supple and she did everything with grace, whether it was walking, dancing, or fucking.

There was something else about Cynthia that attracted me to her. She had a thick, wiry beaver that covered what had to be the largest cunt of any woman in our group. I had once seen Mike push three fingers into her cunt at the same time.

"I think I know what you want," Cynthia finally said. "I've been wondering about you lately, Lori. When did you discover us?" she asked.

I didn't know if she meant women or blacks. I decided she probably meant women.

"A few weeks ago," I told her.

Cynthia put her arms around me and kissed me. She rubbed her thick muff against mine and I thrilled at the feel of the kinky fur against my own snatch. I rubbed my big, soft tits against her small hard ones.

"Never thought I'd get to touch you, honey," Cynthia said to me, her voice low.

I didn't answer. I took my forefinger and shoved it into Cynthia's wide cunt. The hole was so big that my finger didn't touch the sides on the way in. It just sank right in to the deeper reaches of Cynthia's cunt.

Cynthia and I sank to the floor. Now the action would really begin, I thought. Cynthia spread her legs and lay back. I stuck my face against her pussy, rubbing my lips and cheeks against the wooly bush. Then I dove in. I did as Martha told me. I shoved my tongue in deep and then brought it out slowly. It was like driving a small car into a big tunnel. I was almost lost in her huge cunt.

I transferred some saliva and cunt-juice to Cynthia's clit. It was truly a wondrous clit, at least twice the size of Martha's. The cylindrical piece of flesh stuck way up out of her twat, easily accessible to my tongue.

"Eat me, Lori! Go down on me, bitch!" Cynthia shrieked.

Cynthia's hands clawed at me, scratching at my flesh. She was like an animal now, screaming, tearing at me, abandoning herself completely to the pleasures of lesbian sex. Martha had been wild and unrestrained, but Cynthia was even wilder.

I decided to try the little trick Martha had taught me. I took Cynthia's big clit into my mouth and sucked on it. At the same time, I added a few embellishments of my own. I nibbled her clit with my teeth and ran my tongue across its swollen tip.

Not only was Cynthia's clit larger than most, but it was also more sensitive. After a few minutes of this, Cynthia was obviously ready to come. I realized it and shifted my position so that she could eat my cunt while I ate hers.

I reached my hands down and put them into Cynthia's big Afro. I pushed down on her head, sending it on its way to my cunt.

"Do unto others, baby…" Cynthia said just before her face buried itself in my twat.

Then Cynthia illustrated what she meant. She sucked hard on my clit, drawing it into her mouth, keeping up the same delicious pressure that I had exerted on her passion-bud.

For a few moments, I was aware of the crowd. Once, I opened my eyes and thought I saw Mike leaning down closely to watch. After a while, however, I forgot about everything except Cynthia and what she was doing to my clit.

Cynthia came first, with me only a few seconds behind. As soon as I heard Cynthia's moans of ecstasy bubbling up through the juices of my cunt, I stopped working on Cynthia's clit and stuck my tongue into the inviting pool of twat-honey beneath. Cynthia's pussy had been well-lubricated before her orgasm, but now a sticky, sweet-tasting flood virtually poured like a waterfall from her cunt. I drank it up for a few seconds, then went back to work on her clit.

When I came, I was unaware of the crowd, of Mike's presence, of anything but my own cunt and the tongue licking at it. I didn't hold back at all, but moved like a dervish, whirling, leaping, rolling around on the floor.

Only after my come had subsided did I realize that I had forgotten to hold back. Had Mike noticed how hard I had come? If he had, would he be mad? Would he decide that the plan for Susan was too dangerous? Then I decided to forget about it, not to let it ruin my evening. I decided that whatever happened, well, that was it. If Mike didn't like it, I would try to lie my way out of it. If I couldn't, well.

I tried to banish the upsetting thoughts from my mind. I opened my eyes and looked up, expecting to see the crowd around us, watching us. No one was near us. They had moved across the room to watch another couple.

I walked over to watch the other couple. It was Cynthia's husband, a black stud named Jimmy, busy fucking a little red-headed white girl named Sally. It was an interesting exhibition. Sally was one of the smallest girls at the party and Jimmy's large, black cock seemed much too large for her twat. Indeed, his dark rod, surrounded by her red cunt hair, looked as if it were about to split her in two.