Don Lewis - Two-way wife

"Mike, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Lori, did you get so excited just now from thinking about other women or from sucking my cock? You've never sucked me that hard before. You felt like a vacuum cleaner!"

"Oh, Mike, it was your cock. Jesus! You know I love to suck your cock," I assured him. I wasn't being completely honest, of course, and I watched carefully to see how he reacted.

"If you say so," he said hesitantly, as if he wanted to believe me, but wasn't quite sure if I told the truth.

This might be bad news, I decided. If he was so damn insecure, our whole marriage could crumble, even if he let me go ahead. I decided to question him further.

"Mike, doesn't it arouse you at all to think of me with another woman?"

He smiled. Now he looked like the old Mike again! "Yes, it does, Lori. It really does. But I still wouldn't want you to like it too much. What's so hard to understand about that?"

Now I felt better. If Mike was aroused, he would have a difficult time precisely judging the extent of my passion. I felt relieved that the situation excited him.

"Why didn't you ever suggest that I try it?" I asked. "Were you afraid?"

He avoided the issue. "I didn't want to push you. You never gave any indications that you were interested, at least until the last few weeks. And I wasn't sure until tonight that you were interested. Try it at the next party if you want."

"Not in front of all those people. Not the first time," I said.

"You didn't seem very shy tonight," he said, laughing as he spoke.

"That was different," I answered. "Before we went to our first orgy, we'd fucked each other hundreds of times. I've never touched another woman before. I don't want to do something for the first time in front of other people. That's all there is to it. I'm sure I won't mind after I've tried it a few times."

"That sounds reasonable," Mike said. "I'm going on a business trip next week. Invite one of the girls over. Maybe after you get used to being with another girl, we'll all get together – the other girl, you, and me. Then, after that, you'll be ready for the parties and the girls there."

That husband of mine had surprised me, but I wasn't sure of his motives for suggesting three-way sex. Mike, myself, and another girl! I found it an exciting thought. Women obsessed me now, but Mike did have a great cock. It would be perfect if I could combine the two. I hadn't had the imagination to think of it! But had he suggested it because the thought excited him or because he wanted to observe first-hand how I reacted to another woman, especially in direct comparison to how I reacted to him? Or was it a little of both? I would have to be cautious until I found out.

Again, my worry didn't dampen my enthusiasm. Mike had suggested that I give lesbianism a try. I had felt my cunt flooding when Mike assented to me indulging my needs. His suggestion about three-way sex didn't stanch the flow.

I had confessed to Mike, but not completely. One secret remained – the dream. That night, I had the dream again. The dream was almost the same as before. My ambivalence, my fears, were still there. I guess even my firm resolve to try lesbianism had not erased a lifetime's taboos.

Nevertheless, my fear seemed weaker in the dream. I awakened sure that I had moved forward to the bed faster than I had done in previous dreams.

This time, when I awakened at the same point in the dream at which I always awakened, I didn't rouse Mike from sleep. My cunt felt empty. My loins ached with desire. But I would wait. In a few days, the dream would become reality.

Now I was finally on the course that would lead to Susan. Events moved with an inexorable force, pushing us together. I had made the decision to try lesbianism and that decision, as well as Mike's response to it, would send us on the search that would eventually culminate in our discovery of Susan. First, however, there was Martha and my true initiation into the sorority of lesbos.

It took me a few hours to decide whom to choose as my first lesbian partner. I had seen many beautiful women at the parties making love to other women. But I decided that I should pick someone who hadn't been at the last party, someone who would be more surprised at my conversion.

Martha was the obvious choice. She had missed the last party. Moreover, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Before her marriage, she had been one of the highest paid fashion models in New York. Also, she was definitely bisexual. I had seen her getting it on with both men and women.

Martha's personality made her attractive to me, too. She was stand-offish, aloof, haughty, at least on the surface, but, from what I had seen at parties, I knew that underneath the cool exterior, Martha was a wild she-cat, a tigress who used her mouth, cunt, and asshole with wild abandon.

I called Martha and invited her over for dinner. Mike had just left on his business trip that morning and I didn't want to waste any time.

At first, Martha didn't catch on to the purpose of my call.

"Shall I bring Bill?" she asked. She thought I wanted her and her husband to come over for an evening of mate-swapping.

My next request surprised Martha. "Why don't you leave Bill home and it'll be the two of us, just you and me. Mike's out of town," I said, my voice low and husky as I spoke.

She hesitated for a moment while the implications of my words sank in. "Of course, if that's what you want," she finally answered. Her voice still sounded cold and distant, but I thought I detected some excitement there, too.

I hung up the phone after we had finished talking, my heart pounding with excitement. What would it feel like to have another woman's tongue probing into my hole? What would a wet slippery cunt feel like against my own lips and tongue? What would soft tits feel like against my face? As I sat there wondering what it would be like, I felt like a teenager about to discover sex for the first time.

While I waited for Martha, I fixed a fancy dinner and chilled a bottle of wine. Then I took a long, leisurely bath, luxuriating in the hot water, savoring the feel of the soapy, scented water against my tits and cunt. I felt as if my body were more sensitive than it had ever been before.

As I lay in the tub, I found my fingers wandering to my cunt in anticipation of the pleasure that would soon be mine. I rubbed my clit softly, letting myself feel a few tingles of pleasure before I stopped myself.

After my bath, I dressed carefully, the evening's planned activities in mind. First, I placed a dab of perfume between my boobs, deep in the cleavage. Then, I put a drop on each nipple. I also put a hint on fragrance on my cunt.

I pulled on a tight, low-cut dress that showed my tits to their best advantage. I wore no underwear, so there wouldn't be any impediments in Martha's way when the action began in earnest. Then, my heart still pounding, my cunt throbbing, I sat down to wait.

Martha arrived on time. At first, she acted distant, but I could tell by the fire smoldering in her eyes and by the slight flush on her cheeks that she was as excited as I was.

Another woman might have kissed me right away, but Martha acted as if we had gotten together for an evening of quiet conversation. We talked of inconsequential events and happenings.

Then Martha showed her eagerness. "Let's get the dinner over with," she said.

We sat down to eat. Martha ate quickly and voraciously. I didn't pay much attention to the food. Instead, I stared at Martha, trying to imagine what it would be like to touch her and have her touch me.

The dinner was over quickly. Then we sat down next to each other on the couch. Martha turned the lights low and moved close to me. For a moment, she looked appraisingly at me. I returned her gaze.