Don Lewis - Two-way wife

I was next. Susan kissed me just as hard. I kissed her back fervently, knowing it would be the last time I felt her soft lips, the last time her tongue touched mine. I tried to push her to the floor. I wanted to eat her cunt once more, not to convince her to stay, but purely for the pleasure of tasting that delightful snatch one last time.

I gently pressed on her shoulders, hoping she would sink to the floor, but she resisted. She kept kissing me, even pushed her body against mine, but she wouldn't let our embrace progress any further than that.

Mike walked up to us and put his arms around us both. He was behind Susan, reaching his arms around her and around me, too. He pressed against her hard from behind. It was almost as if Mike and I wanted to weld the three of us together, to bind us so tightly that she couldn't leave. We really had no intention of preventing her from leaving, however. It was only that we wanted to savor the feel of her flesh for one last time. If we couldn't bury ourselves in her pussy or hide our heads between her ripe melon-like tits, then we would at least rub our bodies against hers and be as close to her as possible for as long as possible.

Finally, Susan disengaged herself from us. I could see that Mike had a hard-on. My own cunt was dripping juice. Nevertheless, Susan's mind had been made up. She was going to leave and we were not to sample all her charms before she left. It was frustrating, but we both knew it could really be no other way. Otherwise, her departure would drag on and, in the end, probably be more painful for us all.

We drove her out to the interstate. Our final good-bye was almost perfunctory. She gave us each a peck on the cheek and got out of the car. Mike helped her with her luggage.

"Please write," I told her, but I knew she wouldn't. It was over.

Our last sight of her is still a sad memory for me – her beautiful smile flashing at the drivers of the cars that sped by, then one car stopping and Susan getting in.

I cried bitterly most of the way home. Mike didn't cry, of course, but he was rather subdued and sad. Then, all of a sudden, my mood changed.

"Mike, we shouldn't be sad. Everything will be fine from now on. We found Susan easily so we'll be able to find someone else, maybe not someone as spectacular as Susan, but I'm sure someone attractive. We'll just have to be patient. Now that we have conquered our jealousy, we won't have any problems at all."

Mike looked incredulous for a moment. Then a smile spread across his handsome face. "You're right, Lori. Let's stop and get a paper."

There wasn't anything promising in the paper that week, but I knew everything would turn out okay. My dreams had never lied. That week, I had the same dream every night, a dream that I had for the first time right before Susan's arrival.

I dreamed that I was on the four-poster bed, naked, half-asleep, while a beautiful young girl waited at the door. I coaxed her in, got her to lie on the bed, then relaxed her with a gentle massage. Then, I ate her pussy. One lick of her succulent snatch and the dream ended. I woke up each time I had the dream, but I wasn't worried. I knew now that my dreams never lied!