Don Lewis - Two-way wife

Susan's slap had infuriated Cynthia. She reached out and tried to scratch Susan's eyes with her long fingernails. Susan grabbed her arms and they started wrestling. They fell to the floor with Cynthia on top.

Cynthia reached down and ripped at Susan's dress, tearing it in shreds. She scratched at Susan's now naked flesh, leaving long, ugly-looking red furrows as her nails raked Susan's white skin. Then she reached down to Susan's tits and pinched the nipples hard.

Cynthia was too strong for Susan. She held Susan still while she made her suffer for what she had done. Cynthia went too far, however. She kept squeezing Susan's nipples and the terrible pain gave Susan a burst of adrenaline-induced strength. She reared up off the ground and threw Cynthia off her.

They faced each other like two wary she-cats, circling, eyeing each other. Cynthia had tired herself with the exertion of keeping Susan pinned to the floor while she scratched and pinched her. The pain she suffered had given Susan sudden energy. They were close to evenly matched now.

They moved together, grappling with each other. They hit the floor and rolled, first one on top, then the other. The shreds of Susan's dress had fallen away. They were both naked now, a black body and a white body locked together in what appeared to be a struggle to the death.

Their desire to kill each other wore off as quickly as it had come. As they tired, as it became apparent neither would be able to achieve any real advantage over the other, their struggle became more sporadic. Finally, they separated and lay on the floor, naked and exhausted, only a few inches apart.

At first, I had been worried and anxious watching them fight. I didn't want anyone to get hurt and I wasn't sure that Susan could handle herself. Then, when I saw that the struggle was a fairly equal one, at least in its latter stages, I began to enjoy watching it.

I felt ashamed of myself for finding the sight so erotic. The battle should have dampened all of my sexual desires, but it excited them. The two women were so beautiful. Cynthia's tawny beauty and Susan's voluptuous softness locked together, whether in lovemaking or fighting, had to be one of the most arousing sights I had ever seen! I'm not a fighter, but I wished that I could join them; the pain of fighting would have been worth the pleasure of feeling those two lovely bodies around mine.

The girls lay there motionless for a while. Then Susan stirred first. Her hand reached out and moved into Cynthia's bushy Afro. I felt sure that she would pull Cynthia's hair, try to tear it out of her head. Susan's next move surprised me. She tugged very gently at Cynthia's kinky hair, as if she wanted to pull Cynthia closer to her. I expected Cynthia to resist or to start fighting again, but she didn't. Instead, she moved closer to Susan and laid her head on Susan's thigh. Close together like that, they went to sleep, their violence, as well as their energy, purged from their systems.

Mike, Jimmy, and I watched for a while. Then I nudged Susan, trying to awaken her.

"Susan, we're home," I told her. I couldn't wait to tell her in the privacy of the car that I had learned my lesson. I was sure that Mike had learned, too, that jealousy was counterproductive and could only destroy good relationships.

It was too late. "I'm not going home with you," Susan said sleepily. Then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I awakened her again.

"Look Lori. Fuck off. I told you and Mike and I couldn't stand jealousy. You got more and more jealous. So you blew it. I'm not living with you any longer. I'll come pick up my things tomorrow."

I was crushed. I started crying and pleading with her, but she closed her eyes and, as if I weren't there, went back to sleep.

There was nothing we could do. Mike got dressed and we drove home. Mike was as upset as I, but I was a little cheered to learn that he had realized, too, that jealousy was destructive. So at least it all hadn't been for naught. Still, we were pretty sure we had lost Susan. Our only hope was that she would change her mind.

It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. It was five in the morning and I was already exhausted, but the end of the evening came back to haunt me. I tossed and turned, thinking about Susan and about all that had transpired.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed a new variety of the lesbian dream I had been having for weeks. This time, Susan wasn't in the dream. It was the Eurasian woman who had been in the dream when I first had it. The dream had changed, however, from the original dream. Now when I walked towards the woman, she moved farther and farther away. The dream was torture. I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart pounding away, my throat dry. Then I calmed myself and went back to sleep, only to have the dream repeat itself.

I wasn't sure exactly what the dream meant. I knew Susan was probably lost to us, so I wasn't surprised at her absence from the dream. But what did the rest mean? Would I ever again enjoy the tasty flesh of another woman? Should I continue to search for a woman who would provide lesbian and three-way sex for Mike and I? Or was my search hopeless?

Mike and I felt sure Susan would leave us. When we woke up on the day of her departure, we were depressed. We wouldn't have felt as badly if we had known that we would see her again. Yet she hadn't mentioned any possibility of that.

Susan came back the next morning in a taxi. We were surprised. We had expected Jimmy to drive her over from his house to ours.

"Are you going back to Jimmy and Cynthia's?" Mike asked her when she arrived.

"No. I just didn't want to come back here last night," she told us.

"Where are you going?" I asked, hoping against hope that she would stay with us, but knowing inside that she would not.

"I don't know," she answered. "I guess I'll hitchhike around having some fun."

"Are you angry at us?" I asked.

"Not angry. Disappointed," she said.

"I'm sorry, Susan," I told her. "We did learn the lesson, but we were pretty late in learning it. Please stay."

"I can't. It might work, but I can't forget about what happened. I'd always be worried the jealousy would come back. I can't live like that."

Suddenly, her facial expression softened. She smiled at us warmly. "Look, I love you both," she said. "I had a great time, except for the jealousy thing the last few days. I'm gad I lived with you for a while and I'm glad I learned something new. I'll always be grateful for that."

Was her resolve weakening? I wondered. I hoped so.

"Susan, don't go," I begged. I had lost all pride. I wanted her to stay and would have done anything to convince her.

"I promise we won't be jealous. Stay and everything will be great, just like at the beach," I told her pleadingly.

"Sorry. I have to go away. You promised me before. I was pretty sure then that it wouldn't work, but I tried. Now I must leave."

I knew we had lost. The only thing left to do was to make our farewell as enjoyable as possible.

"Do you mind if we kiss you good-bye?" I asked.

"Of course not. Let me pack up first," Susan answered. I think she was afraid her resolve might weaken in our arms and she wanted to be all ready to go in case she felt tempted to stay.

She went to her room, packed quietly, then put her bags near the door. She walked up to us and stood in front of us, looking rather uncomfortable.

"Well, I guess I'd better be going," she said. "Would you mind driving me out to the interstate highway so I can hitch a ride out there?" she asked.

"Of course not," Mike said. "Let's have our kiss good-by first though."

I expected Susan to stand still, forcing us to take the initiative. I guess she felt she had made us suffer enough. She walked up to Mike, threw her arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. He tried to hug her tightly, but she squirmed away.