Don Lewis - Two-way wife

It wasn't doubts about my own feelings and what they meant that stopped me. I think by that point I had ceased my attempts to fool myself. I definitely needed another woman. The dream and my hard-to-conceal lusts told me that.

If I had let my new lusts dominate, I would have embraced Karen, pressed her body against mine, shoved her head between my legs, then felt her tongue on my cunt and my tongue on her little twat. But I wasn't ready to take that final step.

I worried about how Mike would feel. I didn't know if he could accept my lesbianism, especially if I began to have the same trouble reaching orgasm with him as I had that night with Barry. Mike had never suggested that I take part in the lesbian activities at the parties. I had seen him watch the other women go down on each other, and he had seemed to get aroused by the sight, but would he feel the same if I were involved in one of those lesbian couplings?

There was another problem. Provided I did go ahead and have sex with another woman, I didn't want to do it for the first time at a party, in front of the whole crowd. I've never been shy about sex, but I've always liked to try something for the first time in relative privacy.

Hence, when Karen confronted me, my conflicting feelings left me paralyzed. I did nothing except stare at her. Unfortunately, she took my silence as encouragement. Her hand moved up my arm, slowly, caressingly.

"What a surprise, Lori," she said softly. "I never would have expected it of you." Her hand moved to my shoulder as she spoke.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to get Karen to remove her hand. Again, she misinterpreted my actions, not illogically, given the eagerness with which I had been watching Ann and Vicky muff-diving a few moments before. Instead of removing her hand, Karen moved it to my left tit.

The touch of her hand on my tit galvanized me to action. I grabbed her hand and pulled it off my boob. "Okay, Karen. That's enough," I told her.

"What's the problem, Lori?" she asked, bewildered.

"I'm not ready, that's all," I answered.

Karen wasn't really discouraged. She tried to touch me again, to soothe me, relax me, but I would have none of it. I stood up and walked away, leaving her sitting on the floor, her hand reaching for empty air.

Mike walked over to me. He looked angry. "I'm tired, Lori," he said. "Let's get the hell out of here."

I knew something was really wrong. Mike tired! That had never happened before at any of the parties. Had he seen the change in me? Or was he mad at someone else?

We made our excuses and went out to the car. I waited for the explosion. I expected Mike to start yelling at me, but he didn't. He calmly got in the car and drove away without a word.

"Why did you want to leave so early?" I asked. "That's not like you."

"I said I was tired," he told me.

"Oh, bullshit," I answered. "You've never gotten tired at a party before."

"Okay. I wasn't tired. I saw Karen bothering you and I wanted to give you an excuse to get away. I know you aren't interested."

I could tell that Mike was testing me, waiting to see how I reacted. I decided to continue my ruse, to act as if I had not been interested.

"I can take care of myself," I told him. "I had just gotten up to leave her when you arrived."

"Okay, if you say so," Mike said.

He wasn't through testing me. "What were you doing watching Ann and Vicky so closely? You looked like you were ready to jump right in with them. What's come over you lately?"

"Lately? What do you mean?" I asked innocently. I still thought I could carry off my transparent masquerade.

"You know damn well what I mean," Mike said harshly. "Everyone else has noticed, too. You have a way of staring at other women – as if you want to tear their clothes off. Don't try to avoid the other question either. Why were you staring at those two dykes so hard?"

"They aren't dykes. They like men, too," I answered.

"That's beside the point," Mike yelled. "Why were you staring at them?"

"Curiosity," I answered.

"Curiosity!" Mike shouted. "Do you expect me to believe that?"

I decided to stop pretending. I hadn't fooled anyone. "All right, Mike. It was more than curiosity. Lately, I have been interested in other women. You've noticed it. Others have noticed it, tonight, if not before. Do you mind?"

Mike looked thoughtful. He was quiet at first. He seemed to be mulling it over. "Well, if you really want to try it, I don't think anything's wrong with it. The only thing is that you'd better not decide that you like it better than cock. If you do, you're really fucked up. I'd throw you out of the house and kick your ass, too."

His approval surprised me and so did his outburst. Mike didn't often lose his temper. There was something irrational about the way he reacted. Obviously, he wanted me to do what I wanted. I hadn't expected him to be so tolerant. Yet he could not accept other women as a legitimate threat to men as the prime provider of my sexual satisfaction. If I decided I liked women better than men, I was "fucked up". Mike was a self-confident man, but my interest in lesbianism had threatened him. He would let me try it, but I couldn't enjoy it too much.

I decided to reassure him and, from then on, to deceive him if I could. If I started to enjoy cunt more than cock, I wouldn't let him find out. Hopefully, I would do better than I had in my last effort at deception.

"Mike, I could never enjoy anything as much as I enjoy that big cock of yours. I like cock so much that nothing could ever replace it. I don't want to replace it. I just want to try something different. I want to expand my horizons."

Mike looked skeptical. "If you say so, Lori. But remember what I said. If you start to prefer women to men, especially to this man, you're in trouble."

I realized it would be more difficult than I thought. Christ! If Mike was so damn up-tight over it, he would be watching me carefully to see how I reacted to other women. I would have to keep myself under control.

I was concerned, but I was exultant, too. Mike had cautioned me, but he had also given in. It was a strange situation. I could go ahead, but only so far.

Mike asserted himself immediately. "If you like cock, prove it," he told me.

"Didn't I prove it at the party?" I asked.

"Yes, sort of. But not with me. And not after you almost jumped in between Ann and Vicky after Barry laid you."

I did the only thing I could have done. I pulled out Mike's cock and slowly blew him. His slippery wet cock still reeked of the cunt-juice in which it had recently bathed. I had never minded the taste and smell of other women's pussies on Mike's prick, but I had never really enjoyed that taste and smell either. This time, however, I loved it. Except in my dreams, second-hand contact was the closest contact I had ever had with another woman.

As I sucked Mike's enormous tool, I closed my eyes. I saw alternating mental images: first the overflowing pussies I had seen that night, then Mike's big prick. Only gradually, as Mike's cock swelled larger and larger in my mouth, did the mental picture of his cock begin to dominate and the image of pussy fade from view. His cock still had a lot of power over me.

When Mike came, image merged completely with reality. A few drops of molten jizz shot into my throat. Then the familiar hard stream of cum followed. At that moment, Mike's prick dominated my consciousness.

I swallowed Mike's load and lifted my head to watch the sperm dribble off the end of his cock. He had shot even more than usual. Perhaps the sight of me in close proximity to other women and then our conversation about it had turned him on! Maybe he was more ambivalent about it than I thought.

Mike drove on without speaking while I shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped his fly. His hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly than usual.