Don Lewis - Two-way wife

"Why are you stopping?" I asked petulantly.

"That was just a warm-up. Now we're going to satisfy each other at the same time."

"Do you have another dildo?" I asked.

Martha laughed. "Not with the dildo, Lori. With this." She stuck her tongue out at me.

I remembered Ann and Vicky at the last party. I didn't mind any longer that Martha had taken the dildo out of my cunt. Eating each other simultaneously seemed to hold the greatest potentiality for enjoyment of anything I had done so far.

Martha pushed me down on the floor. Then she spread my legs far apart. Her next move was to get on her knees, one knee on either side of my body.

I looked up and could see Martha's wet snatch only a few feet above my head. Martha looked down and smiled at me. Then she crouched down lower so that her cunt moved into my mouth. At the same time, she bent forward so that her head dropped down to my twat.

Simultaneously, Martha's cunt touched my lips and her mouth touched my cunt. I eagerly drank her juices as they poured down on me. Eating a cunt from below was a much wetter experience than eating one from a frontal position as I had done earlier. I had to keep swallowing to prevent myself from drowning in a sea of twat-honey.

Martha's tongue on my cunt felt as good as it had felt earlier. I enjoyed this even more, however, because there was something beautiful about the way we were satisfying each other. Men and women satisfied each other, of course, whether fucking or eating and sucking, but it wasn't as balanced, as perfectly mutual as two women eating each other out, doing the same thing to each other at the same time, with exactly the same results.

Martha's pressure on my clit varied not only with my own pleasure, but with hers. She tried to keep us at the same level, to insure that we reached climax together. As her own excitement increased, she licked my clit harder and harder. Each time her cunt contracted in a paroxysm of passion, squeezing tightly on my finger, she followed up with more frenetic licking at my cunt.

We worked perfectly in tandem, two tongues, two fingers, two cunts striving for the perfect orgasm. Sex had never felt like this. Never! I had never known what I had missed until the dream and especially until this experience with Martha. Now I knew I would never be the same again!

We climaxed together. When I came, I arched my back and tried to throw myself up at Martha. I wanted to shove my cunt into her mouth. Meanwhile, she pressed her twat down on me, filling my mouth with cunt while I used my tongue to stimulate her swollen clit.

We bounced and bucked on the floor in one of the wildest orgasms I had ever experienced. We rolled from side to side. Then we flipped over. Now I was on top, my head still buried in Martha's cunt, her head still between my legs.

We rolled over again. I was back on the bottom now. The delicious pressure on my cunt had not ceased. It went on and on, the longest and most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

Cunt-juice had poured out of Martha's twat all over me and my own flood of pussy-cream covered her, but neither of us minded. All we cared about was the pleasurable sensation of tongue on clit.

I thought that it would go on forever, but it ended, of course. As our orgasms subsided, we separated and lay back on the floor. For a few moments, the only sounds were our heavy breathing and sighs of satisfaction.

Again, Martha looked asleep. She appeared to doze for a few minutes. Then she opened her big brown eyes and looked at me.

"Lori, I loved that. You learn so fast, so damn fast. We'll have to do that again. And soon!"

"Thanks. But Mike said that next time he wants it to be the three of us. You, me, and him. He says that three-way sex is the best, but I'm afraid he wants to see how much I enjoy it when I make it with another woman," I told her.

"Probably a little bit of both," Martha said, laughing. "Don't let him know how good it feels. That's one secret women must keep from men. Tell him you liked it with me, but don't tell him how much. Don't let him think it's a threat!"

"I'll do that," I assured her. "But what will I do when he sees us together? He'll know then that it is a real threat."

"Hold back a little, that's all," Martha suggested.

"I'll try," I said. "When should we all get together?" I asked.

"I don't know. I'll have to think of something to tell Bill. He gets a little jealous. I told him tonight that I was coming over to play bridge. I'll think of something for next time. Call me in a few days."

That night, after Martha left, and the next night, and the next, I had the dream. Each time, the dream ended as it always had before, with me wide awake and horny. I didn't mind now. It only made me look forward even more to three-way sex.

When Mike arrived home from his trip, he wanted to hear all about my experience with Martha. I told him about it, but I told him what he wanted to hear.

"It was nice," I told him. "But I still like your cock better. I want to be able to have other women some times, just for something different, but nothing could replace your cock."

Mike watched me carefully. He looked into my eyes as if trying to see there the proof that I was telling the truth. I looked back at him steadily, trying hard to conceal my discomfort at having lied to him.

I then recounted all the details. Throughout, Mike kept up his careful surveillance of my facial expressions. He looked hard for a sign that I had enjoyed it more than I enjoyed sex with him, but I was cautious: I underplayed greatly the amount of satisfaction I had received.

When I had finished my story, Mike smiled. "It sounds like fun. Just as long as it didn't feel as good as when I fuck you," he said. "When do we try three-way sex?" he asked.

"Martha says Bill might be a problem. He'd want to be included if he knew about it," I answered.

"Martha will lie to him, I'm sure," Mike said.

Mike was right. Martha did lie to Bill. She called me the day after Mike got home to tell me about it.

"Hi, Lori," she purred. "Everything's okay for tomorrow night if that's a good time for you. I told Bill that you were having some problems and that we needed to talk them over. He wasn't suspicious at all."

I couldn't help laughing. Martha was resourceful and had no qualms about lying to her husband.

"See you about eight," I said.

"Bye. I'll be there," she said and hung up.

I felt elated at first. Then the potential problems began to haunt me. I would have to restrain myself to keep Mike from realizing the extent of my pleasure. It would be difficult to keep him from making unfavorable comparisons, especially if I didn't come when he fucked me or ate me. There was another problem, a more long-term problem. For married women, lesbian sex as a steady means of gratification just wasn't very feasible. Nor was three-way sex well-suited to a situation where four was a more convenient number.

There were the parties, of course, but they would provide only a partial solution. Occasional cunt-lapping sessions with women like Martha also provided only a partial solution. Neither provided frequent enough lesbian or three-way sex. If I really got to like that type of sex, and I was sure I would, it would be difficult to have it often enough to keep me satisfied. I didn't let these problems bother me too much, but they stayed in the back of my mind. I didn't know at the time that this dilemma would encourage me to look for Susan.

On the night we had chosen for three-way sex, Mike and I both walked around the house in a state of high excitement. Mike's big hard-on bulged out his pants and my cunt was damp.

When the doorbell rang, we both leaped up to answer it. We arrived at the door simultaneously and we grabbed for the doorknob at the same time. When our hands met, we looked at each other and smiled. Then I opened the door and Martha stepped in.