Don Lewis: Two-way wife

The first indication that I would not be able to hide my secret desires for long came one night when Mike and I went to a party that promised to be one of the wildest orgies of the year.

We arrived at the party a few minutes late. I had taken a long time getting dressed, knowing that if I looked good when I arrived fully clothed, it would increase the men's excitement when I undressed in front of them.

That I still tried to think this way shows the magnitude of my self-deception. I tried to convince myself that all I cared about was how the men felt about me, but that wasn't true. I wanted the women to notice me, too.

The party hadn't started yet. Everyone else was there, but the action had not yet begun. They had waited for us. No one had even taken their clothes off yet. With everyone sitting around fully clothed, it looked like a typical suburban party. Ten couples sat around, drinks in hand, music playing softly in a very well-furnished suburban living room. It looked very conventional.

"Last to arrive, first to undress," Barry, our host, told me.

It was time to begin. I slowly unbuttoned my dress, teasing the crowd, making them all wait for what they wanted to see. When I had finished with the buttons, I opened my dress, showing them I wore no bra to hold up my big tits. Then I let my dress drop to my waist.

Barry moved close to me. "That's the way to do it, Lori," he said. Then he began to roughly fondle my tits. He rubbed them hard for a few seconds. Then he reached down into my dress and pushed his hand under my panties to caress my cunt.

Barry's actions excited me. Despite the dream, I still enjoyed cock, although not as much as before. I knew Barry had a big cock and I wanted it. Nevertheless, even as he touched my cunt, my eyes wandered around the room, looking at all the women there. I tried to stop myself, to tell myself someone would notice, but I was helpless. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

I didn't look around for long. Barry pulled my dress off. Then he removed my panties. When I was naked, he stuck his hand deep into my pussy and fingered the wet gash.

Barry's wife, Karen, walked up to us. For a moment, I thought she was jealous, an almost unheard-of emotion at our parties. "Hey, you two, don't get carried away. Lori is undressed but Mike isn't."

Karen walked up to Mike and kissed him. As they embraced, she reached down and unzipped his fly. She reached in and pulled out his cock and there was an audible gasp from the crowd. It was indeed an incredible hunk of meat.

Karen caressed his prick, for a moment. She was a small girl, with small, firm tits and a pert little ass. Her tiny fingers barely reached around Mike's big cock. She stroked his rod slowly, as if savoring its length and girth.

It was an exciting sight, big Mike locked in an embrace with little Karen. The crowd moved closer as Karen and Mike began to undress each other. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him. Then she started to remove his pants. Meanwhile, Mike almost tore her blouse off and impatiently tugged at her skirt, trying to pull it down.

Mike and Karen didn't daily any longer. Mike stepped back away from her and took off his pants. Karen stepped out of her skirt. They were both naked now.

I found myself staring at Karen. She wasn't voluptuous, but she did have an attractive, nicely shaped little body. A light fringe of brown hair barely covered her cunt. I stared at her twat as if, by some triumph of mind over matter, I could lift it up to my mouth.

My reverie didn't continue for long. While Mike and Karen re-embraced, Barry walked up to me.

"Hey, Lori. Don't forget about me," he said.

I realized I had made my first mistake. Everyone must have noticed me staring at Karen's cunt. Before, I would have been eager for Barry to fuck me. As soon as I had undressed, I would have undressed him and then pulled him down on top of me, but tonight I had ignored him.

Barry didn't say anything specific to me, but I knew that he had noticed some change in my behavior. "What's wrong, Lori?" he asked. "Don't you feel well?"

I decided to feign more excitement than I felt. It wasn't completely an act, of course. I still wanted to get laid. Cocks felt good inside my cunt. It was only after I had been fucked that I felt slightly unfulfilled at this stage in my progression to lesbianism.

I swayed against Barry and moaned, "Oh, Barry, fuck me. Please fuck me." I hoped that my apparent lust would fool the crowd, would convince any who had noticed my wandering eyes that it was only a momentary aberration.

Barry was more than glad to oblige. He undressed without any hesitation. I felt a surge of my old lust when his big cock bounced free, unencumbered by his clothes. It wasn't as big as Mike's prick, of course, but it was big enough nonetheless.

Barry pushed me down to the floor. Then he pulled my legs apart and dove down to my cunt. He began to lap at my gash frantically, his tongue going inside my hole, then outside to my clit, then back inside again.

It felt good, very good, but the sensation was nothing like the sensation I had felt in my dream when the woman had licked at my clit. Why had it felt so much better in the dream? A tongue was a tongue. Perhaps there was something about the way a woman used her tongue, some feminine intuition guiding it to the most sensitive spot on the clit. The woman in the dream had done it; would other women be able to do it, too?

I tried to keep my eyes closed, to avoid as best I could my error of a few moments earlier. Barry's tongue darted in and out of my rosy gash, giving me pleasure, starting a flow of juice from my cunt. I was enjoying it, but not enough to keep my mind off Karen.

I opened my eyes for a second or two and glanced over at Karen and Mike. She had her legs wrapped around him and he was fucking her powerfully, his big prick nearly splitting her dainty cunt. He rammed into her hole, letting her have every inch of his huge cock. It looked too big for Karen, but somehow she managed to take it all.

I closed my eyes again, waited about twenty seconds, and reopened them. I stared at Karen's cunt. Mike's prick had spread the outer labes wide. I could see beads of moisture on the fuzzy twat-flaps. What would it be like to run my tongue over those cunt-lips? I wondered.

Then I caught myself. If I kept looking, someone would surely notice. Here I was, getting my cunt eaten, and I was staring at another woman's twat. What had happened to me? Had. I lost all control over myself? If I had, what was I capable of doing?

I closed my eyes, then opened them again, this time looking not at Karen, but at the crowd. I was anxious to see if anyone had noticed my strange behavior. Unfortunately, it was impossible to tell. The sight of Mike fucking Karen and Barry eating my cunt had been too much for the others. They had ripped off their clothes and were fucking each other in every corner of the room.

Now I wasn't worried any longer about anyone seeing me look around, so I kept my eyes open, staring at Karen's cunt as Mike's cock fucked in and out, sending juice spurting up on each stroke.

Each time he pulled his cock out of her hole, the small inner lips of her pussy stuck to his cock and emerged partway from her cunt. They were pink and smooth, very different from the larger, fuzzier outer lips of her cunt.

I was conscious of two simultaneous pleasures the direct physical pleasure of Barry's tongue on my clit and the visual pleasure of staring at Karen's alluring cunt. For a while, I separated the two, enjoying the view of Karen, while still savoring the feel of Barry's tongue on my snatch.

After a few minutes, Barry's mouth triumphed as the dominant source of my pleasure. Nevertheless, it didn't feel nearly as good as the tongue of the woman in the dream. I enjoyed his cunt-lapping but I didn't feel as if I were ever going to approach orgasm as the result of Barry's efforts.