Filet Mignon for Three
"Actually, it all started with a dream, this sudden self-realization, as you call it. It was a real hot summer day and I'd fallen asleep on the bare bedsheet after some tiring housework and a shower, not bothering to put on a robe or anything. Maybe that was it, me being completely naked or maybe it was because I'd diddled my pussy a little in the shower. Anyway, it seems that I'd no sooner fallen asleep when the most way-out things started happening, things that, as it turned out, were to alter my whole life.
"My husband Wendell was with me in my dream, that is and we were out in the middle of the living-room floor indulging in some good old-fashioned sex. Why on the floor? Well, we just liked it there, that's all lots of room to move around, and most of the time that's where big-dick Wendell caught me after a wild chase through the house. He'd manage to grab me, one hand on my right tit and the other on my left ass-cheek, and fling me down right there on the soft, furry polar bear rug. Then with me giggling like a horny little schoolgirl who's eager to get fucked but enjoying a good tease, I would flop and squirm around, flashing my pussy at him to let him know what a hot time was in store for him if he worked hard enough for it.
"He'd caught me, and there I was on that sexy bear rug, making like I was trying to scoot away from him on my back, now and then spreading my legs and showing my glistening, pink inner cunt. His giant cock, already hard but getting harder, and throbbing with anticipation, was poised for the thrust, exciting me so much at the mere sight of it that I stopped my pretending and hunched up my big ass, legs wide, and begged: 'Alright, darling… here it is… take it! Take my cunt… your cunt… all of it! Put that beautiful big fuck-rod in me… ALL the way in… now… NOW!' And, needless to say, he did.
"My hole was ready and how it was ready! but I made it even more ready by reaching down and stretching my cunt-lips apart wide apart. Then, when I felt the glorious, bulbous head of Wendell's dick sinking into my fuck cavern, I brought those lips back hard, sort of wrapping them around the remainder of his horselike shaft, smearing it with my lubricating juices. Sure, my cunt is plenty deep and roomy when it's hot, but my husband's dick is really horselike, as big around on the shaft as the head. It usually needs lubricating to go in nice and easy which is how I like it because, honest, I'm no masochist; for me to have good sex, I need to be comfortable, and Wendell is the same way.
"Anyway, he got to fucking me real good, and I gave it to him real good, humping my ass up with each stroke, bunching my tits up into a high point so he could alternate between sucking my tongue and my nipples, at the same time gasping fuck-talk into his ears like, 'Come on you hot stud, ram it in! All the way in! Faster! FASTER! Fill my cunt with your cock and balls! Shoot your jizz in me! Drown me in your hot come! I want it… WANT IT!’
"Wendell loved my fuck-talk because it made him hotter. And he slung it right back at me, calling me a fuckin’ cunt’ and ‘whore' and threatened to blast me to pieces with his giant 'cock-cannon.' But it was only that, a threat, because he didn't get a chance to fire his cannon. Believe it or not, I wouldn't let him. I suddenly wanted my cunt eaten out real good before he lost his vim and vigor in a big, draining come; and to get what I wanted I rolled out from under him, pleading, 'Please, baby, can't we have a little filet mignon before this is over?’
"Now filet mignon is what we called cock and pussy, and Wendell loved eating it as much as I, if not more. He was what you call a real, bona fide, through and through muff-diver. In fact, that was what won me over to him in the first place. On our first date he'd managed to work his educated tongue down from my neck and mouth to my pussy, sending me skyrocketing to the heights of euphoria, higher than I'd ever been before with a pussy eater. 'Ooooooiiiii, that tongue!' I remember exclaiming to myself. 'I've got to have that in my cunt more often.’
"And Wendell didn't exactly hate it that first night; for he blurted right out when he'd finished going down on me, 'I swear, girl… you've got to have the most delicious cunt in the whole wide world!’
"So you see, it was inevitable that we would get married as soon as possible.
"Hearing me suggest a good, all-out eating session before getting our mutual rocks off was music to my husband's ears. 'Hell yes, sweetheart, I'll be happy to suck out your cunt juices before this is over,' he replied, squeezing a little foreplay cream out of his glistening stiff rod and feeding it to me, 'but first I'll suck your toes, behind your knees, and around your big, beautiful ass sort of build you up for the grand finale. How would you like that?’
"What a question. Does a starving person like food? Does a dope addict like dope? 'For crissake, Wen, don't tease me… just get with it!' I begged him, at the same time laying back and lifting my feet up to his face. Which was all that hungry sucker needed. The next instant he had my left little toe in his mouth, sucking like crazy. Then the next toe, and the next, until he'd made his way over to my other foot.
"Ooooo-eeee-iiii… what a feeling! What a beautiful, tingly, sexy sensation! I felt it running like electric currents all the way up into my cunt even into my asshole. Down in my crotch I could feel the juices just pouring out of me. But I wasn't building to an orgasm; it wasn't that kind of a feeling. I was sort of bathing in effervescent champagne bubbles, getting drunk, glowingly drunk, but not soused. It was the.kind of feeling you just want to go on forever and ever, because you know it won't become excruciating like an explosive come, robbing you of vitality. At least my toes are that sex-sensitive.
"Anyway, I was not to get my wish about getting my toes sucked forever, I mean. Why not? Because it was about the time Wen had reached toe number eight that something very strange and surprising happened. Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! There was something, or somebody I wasn't sure which eating at my pussy, licking slow at first, then licking and sucking furiously, like it, or he, would die if all of my cunt juices weren't immediately lapped up and swallowed every last drop.
"I was sort of shocked, knowing that it was too pronounced of a feeling to be in my imagination; yet I was thoroughly enjoying it, actually getting freaked out over it. Could it be a starved cat that had found its way into our house from the back alley? Or a dog, too little for Wen to notice? Or and this made more sense had that sex-genius husband of mine found some way of simulating a head job on my cunt while actually giving it to my toes? No, it wasn't any of these, I found out when I raised my head to look. It was something far more appropriate and welcome.
"Good God Gertie, what a gash,' the guy said, withdrawing from my crotch and peering over my belly at me, at the same time swabbing pussy juice from around his mouth with the longest tongue I'd ever seen.
"Gash your ass!' I shot back, piqued as hell at this stranger's impertinence, at the same time clamping my legs shut. 'Just who in the hell are you, and how did you get in this house, and what d'ya think you're doing down there with your tongue in my twat?' I swear, if he hadn't done such a good job with that tongue of his, I would have booted him one, smack on his jib. And Wendell, my dear, sweet, darling Wendell, what was he doing all this time? Nothing. Just sitting there with an amused smirk on his handsome puss. Then finally he spoke up.
"Baby, when you simmer down a little I want you to meet Gerald, a friend of mine from work. I invited him over and told him he could have a little taste of your pussy, knowing how much you'd appreciate that extra long tongue of his.’
"Well, how do you like them apples? This dude was no intruder but an honored guest of the house, in more ways than one. Sonovabitch! And just when I was beginning, or thought I was beginning, to really know my husband.
"Please to meet you, Gerald,' I said, thinking again of his tongue and feeling my clitoris give a little jump. 'My name's Monica, in case Wen hasn't already told you, and I do have to admit that you have a very long and talented instrument there in your mouth.’
"Then you're not really sore at me for the way I barged in and helped myself?' he responded. Actually the guy had a nice, gentlemanly air about him. And on top of that, he was rather handsome with a youthful face and trim, athletic build. And his pants bulged nicely at the fly, providing evidence of a king-sized cock. I liked him.
"No, of course I'm not mad,' I said. 'A friend of Wen's is always a friend of mine.’
"There, I told you my wife was a real livin' doll, didn't I, Ger?' Wen cut in. 'Now what're we waiting for? Sweetheart, you lay back down and spread your beautiful legs, then Ger and I will take up where we left off with our eating. Okay?’
"Okay by me,' Gerald said, licking his chops again and wearing an eager smile as he eyed my pussy.
"Alright, I guess that makes it unanimous,' I chimed in, at the same time laying back down on the polar bear rug, spreading my legs and lifting my right foot to Wen. 'Come and get it, boys. Dinner is served.’
"Then I woke up, about half way, enough to lose my dream.
"Wen was shaking my shoulders, and he kept right on shaking until I was completely awake. Damn! how I hated to lose that dream, the best I'd ever had. Oh sure, it was great when my husband ate me all over but two mouths and two tongues sucking and fucking me at the same time… WOW! And I remember that in my dream I was looking forward to eating both of them, too getting into a sort of three-way daisy chain with them. You know, several people going at it at once. I'd heard about that from some of my girl friends, and read about it, but never had done it myself. In fact, I never thought I'd ever want to until that wild dream.
"Of course, Wendell wanted to know what in the hell I'd been dreaming about to make me moan and squirm so much that it woke him up. And I told him, every little detail, even the part about Gerald and what he'd done to my cunthole with his long, snaky tongue.
"Then my darling, understanding husband had something of his own to say. 'Damn it, sweetheart,' he said, 'dream or no dream, I know I felt your mouth around the head of my cock before I woke up. And all that wet in your cunt right now sure isn't perspiration it's too thick and creamy. You must've gone down on him, too, in your dream. And you must've had a big, shootin' orgasm from him going down on you. So it wasn't exactly a nightmare, was it? You must've enjoyed the orgy.’
"I hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he said, a little afraid to admit that some other guy could turn me on with a long tongue. Then I said, 'Yeah, baby, I guess I did enjoy it. I guess I did have an orgasm. I'm sorry.’
"But, of course, I wasn't really sorry, and, as it turned out, neither was my darling, understanding husband. He was wonderful, just wonderful about it, and he made me love him more than ever. Do you know what he said to me then? He said, 'No reason to be sorry, sweetie… because I sort of dig a three-way party too. In fact, I think your dream had a lot of ESP in it, because it just so happens that there is a friend of mine named Gerald and he is quite a cocksman. I mentioned him to you several months ago, but I guess you'd forgotten until your dream tonight.’
"Seemed to me then that Wen had mentioned some friend of his a while back by that name. Hopefully, a little hesitantly, I said: 'Really, baby… do you really dig three-way parties?’
"In reply he gave me a big hug and some nibbles around my neck and ears, then murmured, 'Yeah, sweetheart, I do. I'd really like to see how excited you would get with two guys' tongues completely at your disposal, one of them licking your tits and belly and toes while the other fucks your cunt hole.' And I could tell that Wen was sincere, not just testing my response to see how faithful I was to him, because he was breathing hard and trembling a little getting real turned on with the idea. And it got me hot, too, thinking about that little vicarious trip he was on, realizing that it was up to me now to say the word and it would happen for real.
"Okay, baby,' I said, feeling the juices welling up in my pussy, already anticipating, 'I'm willing if you are. You can invite Gerald over some evening soon and we'll give it a try.’
"Beautiful! Beautiful! I'll invite him later today,' he said, then fell to sucking my tits and finger-fucking my pussy with great gusto, as though saying thanks.
"But I felt that I should be the one expressing the thanks, because, from the picture he'd painted, I would be the one who'd get most of the thrill. So I pushed Wen off me, gently but firmly rolling him over on his back, and commenced to give him the best head job ever. By now his giant cock was full grown, hard as a brick and throbbing like crazy. A bead of honey had already formed on the tip of his great cock-head, testifying to the boiling heat in his balls, and I drank it off immediately, savoring its sweetness. Then I shifted into second gear and really went to Suck Town.
"His cock-head stretched my lips as it slipped into my mouth, but I loved it and started fondling his balls, trying to generate even more heat, if that was possible. Then, in one big, downward thrust of my gaping mouth, I took that horse-shaft clear down to my tonsils, wrapping my tongue around it while sucking furiously and pumping it in the steady, rhythmic fucking motion that excited him the most. The swelling and throbbing increased until I thought I would choke, but I kept up the tempo, eager to feel that explosion of come in my throat. And to speed up the volcanic eruption, I slipped a finger up his asshole and pumped there, too.
"That did it! A split second later the eruption came, putting Vesuvius to shame if you don't mind me getting a little poetic. And there must've been a gallon well, not really of that hot lava surging in a torrent down my throat as I sucked on and on, determined to drain his balls dry. I owed him that much. After all, he was going to bring me another cock later this same day, and another set of balls and another long tongue for my pussy.
"Finally, Wen couldn't take any more. 'Stop, you fuckin' bitch!' he cried out as he suddenly pulled himself out from under my dripping mouth, a pained, appreciative smile on his face. 'You're sucking all of my insides out!' Which was about the best compliment he could've paid me. I usually said the same thing to him when he was sucking my cunt and I was on the tail end of a big orgasm-a big, wonderful, EXPLOSIVE orgasm that literally takes everything out of you. 'Really, sweets, you've got to leave something in me for later today,' he added.
"Of course, I knew what he meant. My pussy knew what he meant, too, for it gave a little twitch and dripped a little more pussy juice. 'Okay, doll,' I said, kissing him on the mouth, giving him a healthy taste of his own come, 'I wont drain you completely dry. I'll leave you some of your strength in case Gerald shows up.’
"Oh, he'll show, alright;' Wen said. 'He wouldn't miss an opportunity like this for anything… and, truthfully, neither would I.' What a husband! I wouldn't trade him for a thousand Clark Gables.
"Yep, sure enough, Gerald showed up at the house that same evening in all his glory. And I do mean glory. The guy was no young buck, like in my dream, but middle-age forty-two, I found out later. And he was extremely handsome, in a rugged sort of way, with a mod, long hair-do framing his features, slightly greying at the sideburns. And, best of all, his build was trim, athletic exactly like in my dream and bulging nicely at the fly again, exactly like in my dream. Wow, I thought, what a specimen! Now if he will only produce in the sex department like in my dream.
"He did. Just as Wen had said, this dude was truly a first-class, grade-A cocksman, with a tool even slightly longer than Wen's, although not any fatter around. A couple of rounds of sherry wine and a little chit-chat about this new age of free expression in matters relating to sex, then we were all three slipping off our clothes. Or rather, I should say that I led the stripping with help from Wen. 'Would you like to see what pretty titties my wife has, Ger?' my husband said to our guest, who promptly nodded in the affirmative. Then the next thing I knew, Wen was taking off my blouse and bra, offering my tits for Gerald to see and to suck.
"That started things going real good, I tell you. While Gerald was sucking my hot, eager, erected nipples, and I was clasping the back of his head to hold him there, Wen was rapidly disrobing. And seeing Wen disrobe, Gerald commenced to do likewise while continuing to suck my tit. You see, with my hands holding his head, his hands were free to unbutton his clothes and toss them on the divan. And once Wen was completely shed of his clothes, he was free to come over with his huge cock sticking straight out and finish undressing me, even while Gerald continued holding one of my breasts in his mouth. Gad, what a scene! I'll never forget it.
"But the best was yet to come. My dear, darling husband was so hot by now, what with seeing his friend loving me up, that he couldn't restrain himself; he started jacking off with one hand, then ducked down between my legs and started eating away at my cunt, or trying to, until I accommodated him by spreading my legs. Then he really got his face in deep and, as he licked and probed with his tongue, I thought sure as hell he'd drown. My juices were flowing that strong. 'Ooooooo-wow-eeeeee!' I moaned, 'Suck, you guys. Suck, suck, suck. Eat up my tits… my cunt… my everything!'
"That was their cue. I didn't need to say anything more. In the next instant, Wen pulled my legs out from under me and Ger eased my upper body down onto the polar bear rug, at the same time withdrawing his mouth from my tit. It was then that I saw his beautiful, long dick standing out hard and throbbing in all its glory. On animal impulse, without reasoning why, I reached for it and pulled it into my mouth. Wen was still eating away at my cunt, sucking my clit and drinking my juices, so I couldn't reason. I had to have that cock in my mouth, those giant balls in my hands, that jizz in my throat. I was consumed by this, my first three-way orgy.
"But I was not to get my wish not just then. 'Here, Ger… here is where the good eating is,' my husband gasped as he moved away from between my legs, pointing at my cunt. 'You can put your tongue in here, if you want to, and I'll feast on the rest of this nice big hunk of filet mignon. Okay?’
"You fucking well right it's okay,' was Gerald's prompt and enthusiastic reply. 'Jeez, buddy, where'd you find a doll like this? She's beautiful, positively beautiful! And look at that box, would ya. I swear, I've never seen anything so pretty… so delicious looking. Yeah, man… let me at it.’
"Then I saw it, his tongue licking his chops as he eyed my pussy. It was long, and I do mean long, like a dog's like in my dream. Sonovabitch! I thought, my grand and glorious dream is actually coming true, in almost every detail. In fact, this was even better than my dream far better because I didn't have to worry about waking up, or what Wen would think of my sucking another man's cock and balls, and another man eating out my cunt. Good old Wen. How I loved him for setting this up, for making my dream come true.
"The conversation was ended, at least for a long spell. Quicker than a flash, that long, long tongue of Ger's was driving into my cunt-hole, fucking me like mad. And guess what my husband started doing? Yeah, that's right, he had my toes in his mouth, one after the other, sucking and nibbling for all he was worth. From there he went to my ankles, my calves, behind my knees, up my thighs, across my belly, into my deep navel, up to my tits and nipples, into my arm-pits, over my shoulders, around my neck, into my ears and mouth. And then oooooeeeeeiiiii my whole body exploded in one great big atomic blast so big I thought I'd blow the roof off the house.
"I felt like my come was spouting from every opening in my body, but I knew it was shooting in a great, wild torrent from my cunt. I knew it because I could feel the rush of juice down there, like the rush of a thousand volts of electricity, and I could feel Gerald lapping it up hungrily, drinking every drop as though he hadn't eaten in a month.
"Shoot, sweetie, shoot!' Wendell urged excitedly in my ear, watching his friend gobbling furiously away in my crotch, at the same time jacking himself off with a sort of desperate urgency. It was really pitiful, the sight of him fucking his hand like that. So mustering a little reason out of my euphoria, I decided to come to his rescue. I owed it to him.
"Here, doll baby, give me that dick of yours. Let me give it the deluxe treatment,’ I said to him. And he was perfectly willing. In the next instant I had Wen's red-hot, pulsating cock in my mouth, sucking it like only I can. And a couple of seconds later, his swollen balls gave up their load, filling my throat with surge after surge of his sweet, milky come, paralyzing him with excruciating ecstasy.
"Gerald had come too. I hadn't noticed but while he was drinking away in my cunt, he was busily engaged with jacking off his giant tool. He came soon after I did, shooting a stream of jizz onto our nice bear rug. But Wen and I didn't mind. Hell, in a situation like that you can't think of picking a target for your come you just come when it's right to come, whether it's in a cunt, or a mouth, or on the fuckin' floor. It's only human. Right?
"Anyway, that little three-way episode ended with everyone, especially me, in good spirits and looking forward to more of the same. And there's no doubt but that my marriage was helped by it at least no doubt in my mind. I had feared something like this for a long time, not knowing how my husband would take it or whether it would wreck our marriage, so I never mentioned my secret desire to him. Then along came that dream and the air was cleared. Then, after talking it over and agreeing to the three-way party, we came to realize how really compatible we were.
"What if I hadn't had that dream? What if we hadn't had that party? I don't know. Probably our marriage would’ve turned sour because I, for one, was on the brink of accepting an invitation to a neighborhood group party, offered to me by a gal down the street who was recently divorced. The reason for her divorce, she told me, was that she just couldn't get enough sex from her husband alone; she loved the guy but he was just plain inadequate.
"In other words, that friend of mine down the street was a confessed nympho like me. But luckily, as you can see, I don't have the problem with my husband that she had. Hell no, I got a real swingin' husband, and from here on in the world is our cherry. Okay? So call me a nasty bitch if you want to, see, because I just don't care. I got two handsome lovers now and that's all that matters to me."
The preceding dialogue was supplied in a first-person interview with Mrs. Monica D, followed by another interview with her husband Wendell on the subject of their three-way sexual proclivities. At this time, however, it will be helpful to consider the comments of authorities regarding such behavior in the marital relationship.
The primary question from a psychiatric and sociological viewpoint is whether there is any real mental or glandular disorder and whether the situation poses a threat to the marriage of the principals. In this regard, it is apparent that both Monica and Wendell initially believed that extramarital sex was forbidden, not because it was morally wrong or simply undesirable, but because it might indeed pose a threat to their marriage. It is also apparent, however, that Monica was wavering in her resolve, probably under pressure from her subconscious, which "surfaced" in her dream.
Whether Monica's husband was wavering in his faithfulness is doubtful from her account, he appeared to be more content with the status quo than she but he certainly had similar impulses and longings, for he seems to have welcomed the news of his wife's dream and eagerly used it as the basis for a new-found compatibility. And his interpretation of the dream's meaning seems to have a certain validity in that their first "experiment" in a cooperative extra-marital sex adventure was not only mutually enjoyable but tended to further solidify and magnify his wife's love for him.
In his very informative anthology Guide to Sexology, Denny Larke, Ph.D., remarks:
There must be hundreds of thousands of people in this country alone who believe that, because of certain sexual desires or practices on their part, they are mentally ill or morally degenerate. The overriding tragedy here is that these guilt-stricken men and women are, for the most part, perfectly normal. They are merely the victims of certain superstitions regarding sexual mores, or else they are unaware that practically everybody else is doing the same thing… Foremost among these acts that are likely to give rise to deep guilt feelings in many individuals are oral-genital types of love play.
Of course, in the area of oral-genital love play, Monica and Wendell weren't exactly fettered by superstition or feelings of guilt, because they indulged freely prior to her timely dream and their mutual consent to involvement in troilism, or three-way sex. Nor did they display, in Monica's interview account, any strong, overt inhibitions when it came right down to the actual involvement with a third sex partner. Thus, it is obvious that our two principals were extremely individualistic, subscribers to the new freedom of expression which proposes that any sexual practice engaged in privately by consenting adults is morally and legally permissible.
In his The Erotic Minorities, Lars Ullerstam, M.D., of Sweden touches upon the practice of troilism as follows:
It is a very popular type of social sex to engage a third person in sexual intimacy, and it is a none too uncommon method of adding to the erotic temperature of many marriages… The third person is either assigned a purely spectatorial role, or he or she is given various oral and genital tasks to perform. The number of technical variations possible in troilism exceeds by far the number of coital positions given in the Indian manuals of eroticism.
From the above, we may assume that Monica's and Wendell's initial experiment in troilism was an additional bulwark in the defense of their marriage and mutual affection, especially in view of the greater variety of positions mentioned by Dr. Ullerstam, which would tend to further appease their insatiable appetites for oral-genital sex.
Perhaps the most illuminating facet of our two subjects' case history is the contrast between Monica's sex life before and after being permitted her indulgence in the three-way sex unconsciously desired by her. One can only conjecture what the state of her emotional health might have been had this means of release not presented itself; she may have adjusted happily to a monogamous marital situation, or again, she may have veered unhappily off in the direction of clandestine sexual experiences with other groups, such as the group to which the neighborhood divorcee invited her.
But was she really rejuvenated and happy lastingly? Was she merely thrilled at the novelty of suddenly having two lovers, and with her husband's consent? Or was the variety of troilism weighed with too many responsibilities over the long haul, responsibilities that would bend or even break down her emotional underpinnings? We shall see in the final segment of her interview dialogue.
"The next time Wen had Gerald over to the house was the following Saturday evening, if my memory serves me correctly. It would have been sooner the very next day, as a matter of fact but Ger had to leave town for a few days on a business trip. Which turned out for the best. This way we were all nice and rested for the next little go-round or I should say BIG go-round, because we really pulled out the stoppers and carried on to the wee hours of the morning.
"There were the same amenities as before to get the show on the road: small talk about Ger's business trip, a few small glasses of sherry and comments on my voluptuous body, followed by Wen stripping off my clothes for the benefit of his friend's hungry eyes. Wendell seemed to get a helluva charge out of seeing that look on his face, sort of drooling in anticipation of getting at my naked body with his big tongue and big dick. He sort of drooled, too, in anticipation of watching me get ravished, and I could see from the bulge at his fly that he was already getting a hard-on. In fact, the pants of both of those guys were bulging way out, and that made me all the hornier, eager to have those two big sets of cock and balls in my mouth.
"Yeah, man, we all three were getting hot with anticipation and we didn't have to wait for long before we got what we were waiting for. It seemed that I was no sooner stripped down bare-ass naked when they were too. Then, in the next instant, they had me on my hands and knees, legs spread, with Wen's giant cock beneath my face and Ger's snaky long tongue aimed at the valley of my ass from behind.
"Beautiful… positively beautiful! Puckered little asshole; sweet juicy cunthole; pretty little pisshole; nice, erected clit-cock; delicate pink cunt-lips… all served up like a seven-course gourmet dinner. Positively the most beautiful sight I've ever seen,' came the voice from my rear, like he was a connoisseur or something. Then I felt hands spreading my pussy lips still farther apart, and again, 'Beautiful… beautiful!' I liked that, having my ass and box admired, but, damn it! I liked having his tongue up there better.
"In order to convey my feelings, I shoved my ass back. And Ger was quick to catch the hint, for instead of avoiding the collision, he met my thrust head on, sliding his tongue the entire length of my cunt, over each of the spots he had described as a 'seven-course dinner.' Mmmmmmmmmmm, it felt so wonderful, especially since I was now feeling the extra thrill of having my husband's dick in my mouth, his balls cupped in one of my hands. Slow and easy I fucked that huge, throbbing shaft with my mouth, milking its sweet foreplay juices while softly rolling those two sacked eggs in my fingers. I could have made Wen shoot his load real quick, I know he was that hot and I'm that good of a cocksucker but it was too soon for him to unload and I knew he didn't want to, not just yet.
"Go ahead on, buddy boy. Work out. You can have all of that delicious pussy you want, huh, sweetheart?' Wen gasped to his friend. Actually, he was getting as much of a thrill watching that eating around my tail as he was from my sucking his dick. In fact, more. After I had answered his statement with an affirmative grunt and nod of my head, d'ya know what this peek-freak husband of mine said? He said: 'Knock it off for a while, sweetheart. I gotta move around where I can get a bird's eye view of that action down there in your ass. Something tells me I'm missing a helluva lot up here on this end.' Then he scooted out from under me, pulling his rod from my mouth with a loud SHLOOP, and sat down a few feet away on the divan. Perched on the edge and leaning down low, he was positioned where he could focus up close on everything that Ger was doing and Ger, bless his passionate hide, didn't seem to mind at all, because he kept right on with that magnificent tongue of his, never missing a stroke.
"Oooooooo shit, I could feel its electricity clear through my insides! My clit got it first the all-out treatment, I mean. After nudging it furiously for awhile with his tongue, he gathered it up into his mouth like a cock and sucked. Oh how he did suck that thing! And while he was sucking, he nibbled on it with his teeth, sending great spasms of excruciating ecstasy through my whole cunt region, bringing me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. In fact, I think I did come a little one of those uncontrollable prelude bursts because I distinctly felt a rush of my cunt juices.
"But like I said, this boy eating away at my hot-box was no slouch, no amateur. He sensed that I was on the verge of coming and switched from my clit to my cunthole, where women aren't quite so sensitive, at least not this woman. His long tongue up my cunthole felt sensational, probing, twisting, and vibrating up there, mingling its juices with mine but it wasn't quite long enough, or fat enough, to generate that good old high-voltage electricity. After all, I was used to Wen's huge cock up there, and no man alive has a tongue that size. With a big, bulbous head on it. So I just lapsed back into a nice, exciting euphoria, waiting for his giant dick to make its entrance. Then I would come.
"Go on, man, eat her cunt! Eat it good! Fuck it good with that big cock-tongue of yours! Make her come! I want to see you lap up her come juice! It's delicious, man! I'm tellin' ya, it's really delicious!' This was my husband talking, kibitzing from the sidelines. The sonovabitch. I turned to look at him and, d'ya know what? He had a wild expression on his face, with eyes as big as saucers. And he was sweating dripping sweat. And he was jacking off, flogging that big hunk of meat of his for all he was worth.
"But did that turn me off? No. If anything, it kinda turned me on more. Or maybe it was his friend Ger who turned me on more, I don't know. Anyway, it was about this time that Ger withdrew his tongue from my cunthole and shoved it neatly into my what did he call it? my puckered little asshole. Oooooiiiii! Then after a few seconds of very delightful tongue-fucking there, he suddenly lifted his head from my ass and… and… excuse me while I catch my breath… eased his tremendous dick into my cunthole.
"Yeah, he eased it in, but once he had me fitted for size, he commenced to slam it in, faster and faster, with great, long, plunging strokes. I loved it. Oh how I loved it! The electricity was building again, a million volts of it, bringing my whole body to the brink of a gigantic, tearing explosion.
"Fuck her, man! Fuck her! Fuck my wife!Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I could hear Wendell urging with more excitement in his voice than I'd ever heard before. He was counting cadence, that's what he was doing like he was a drill sergeant or something.
"Come on, you fuckin' cunt! Give it to me! Take this big cock! Take it… take it… take it!' Gerald was exclaiming at the same time, repeating himself each time he slammed his rod in my hot, juice-filled pussy, his breath coming in loud, hissing gasps like escaping steam.
"Jam it in, you fuckin' sonovabitch! Deeper… deeper… deeper! Faster… faster… faster! Fuck me… fuck me…oh fuck meeeeeeeep I was crying out in a tortured voice, unable to hold it back.
"Jeez… if that wasn't some chorus, the three of us all sounding off while the dog-fashion screwing I was getting got hotter and hotter. I'm telling you, if we had a tape recorder there it would've been the wildest sound effects of all time.
"Then I came. Lord, did I ever come! It was like I was coming completely unglued in a giant cauldron of boiling champagne. I just flopped and writhed around on the bear rug like a snake in its death throes, only I was no longer in pain. My writhing was from sheer, all-consuming ecstasy. And the guys came at the same time, Ger from the fucking and Wen from jacking off. And they fell prostrate, too completely, utterly drained.
"What a session. What a terrific orgy. But listen, hey it spelled my doom.
"Let me tell you about that. It all started about three days later, the Tuesday night following the little 'jam-session' I just described. I could never forget that date because… well, you'll see. Anyway, on this particular evening Wen phoned and said he was working late. Also that he was bringing a friend home with him when he finished working around nine o'clock. The 'friend' would have to be Gerald, I thought, so I was naturally happy about it and spent considerable time showering, douching, perfuming, and generally getting prettied up for another exciting three-way sex party. To make doubly sure that I'd be just right, I even douched with rose water, so that my pussy would smell and taste nice and flowery, like roses.
"Ever smell a rose-scented pussy? Well, I guess that's neither here nor there. Anyway, when my dearest, darling husband showed up promptly at nine, it wasn't Ger who was with him. It was Peggy, his sweet, innocent, demure little secretary. Only it turned out that she wasn't so innocent and demure. In fact, she was an out and out nymph with absolutely no inhibitions.
"It seems that Wendell had brought up the subject of three-way sex at the office and asked what she thought about it. And she had expressed the opinion that it was real groovy, providing all of the participants are game enough to hold up their end, and intelligent enough to appreciate what's happening. Which, of course, was all Wen needed. He'd been on a fishing expedition, so to speak, and he'd hooked a good one.
"Golly,' she exclaimed when she saw me, 'you're beautiful! Wendell sure knew what he was doing when he married you.’
"Well, maybe she's okay, I thought at the time. At least she's courteous and friendly. And so what if she does call my husband by his first name? Hell, they work together every day, don't they? And the atmosphere there at the office is generally very informal. Like Wen, I hate business places that are formal and stiff.
"Then Wendell dropped the facade, or maybe I just imagined it was a facade. He said to me: 'Peggy's very beautiful, too, don't you think, sweetheart? Look at those tits and that ass. I can hardly wait to get her clothes off so we can see her in the raw. She's a real swinger, sweetie, and she digs three-way parties the same as you and I.’
"How nice. How very nice,’ I said, trying to hide my true inner feelings for Wen's sake. After all, he'd been a good sport when I wanted sex with two guys, so I owed it to him to be a good sport when he wants an orgy with two gals. I guess I must've done a pretty good job of hiding my feelings because she only increased her friendliness by giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't exactly a platonic hug and kiss, either. That gal was anticipating. By her flushed cheeks, I could tell that she was already hot from thinking of eating cock and pussy and being eaten all over by us two.
"This time there weren't many amenities -just the wine. Then, in a flash, Wen was showing Peggy my bare tits and begging for a comparison between mine and hers which he soon got. And she had a couple of beauties, I will have to concede that. And a hot second later when we all three had our clothes completely off, I could see that there wasn't any fakery about that ass of hers, either. It was the sexiest female ass I'd ever seen, full and smooth with cute little dimples in just the right places. Also, she had a pussy to match, very meaty with a sparse amount of corn-silky hair like a twelve-year-old. And the hairs close to the crack, I could see, were glistening wet.
Yeah, Peggy was hot all right hotter than a bitch dog in heat. And the sight of her voluptuous sexiness was getting me hot. And getting Wendell hot so hot, in fact, that he had me down flat on my back on the polar bear rug as quick as you can say, Fuck me, daddy, eight to the bar. I don't think I had ever seen his prick so big and hard as he hovered over me, inviting Peggy to dine on me between my wide-open legs, his huge balls dangling right above my face.
"But the cock and balls above my face was really just a tease, to break down all my inhibitions. He let me reach up and fondle them for a few seconds; even bent down and let me feel them brushing across my eyes and mouth; but then instead of letting me take them deep into my cock-hungry mouth, he scooted down behind Peggy who by now was on her hands and knees, preparing to eat away at my cunt. The next thing I knew, Peggy's educated tongue was licking and sucking all up and down the inside of my juicy slit, and I could hear other slurping sounds that could only come from Wen eating away at Peggy's buxom cunt from behind.
"Oh, honey, you're so delicious and so fragrant!' Peg gasped as she increased the tempo of her lustful licking and sucking. 'Your pussy is like… like roses… sweet, sweet roses.’
"You fuckin' well right it was like roses thanks to that douche I'd given myself for Gerald. Gerald: why wasn't he here instead of Peggy? I thought fleetingly. But then Peg really wasn't half bad not bad at all. Ooooooooo… how that girl could eat pussy! Actually better than Gerald. Better than Wendell, even. Better than anybody in the whole cotton-pickin' world. 'Oh, suck me, Peggy!' I begged her. 'Suck, suck, suck! Put your tongue in… deep… deep!’
"I couldn't help myself, encouraging her on like that. She was so good, so expert she had to know how much I loved and appreciated it.
"Then I came… exploded! I could see roman candles and pinwheels rocketing behind my eyes, and lightning, thunder, avalanches, earthquakes… then a downpour of champagne drowning me in sweet, effervescent bubbles of euphoria.
"I could just see a glimmer, ever so faintly, of my husband lying down on his back, and Peggy moving around to him, taking his giant cock eagerly in her hands, sucking it hungrily into her mouth. I felt my passion returning. Impulsively I gathered up my tits, one in either hand, and started to milk them, squeezing hard and pulling up toward my hard, erected nipples, trying my damndest to bring up a rush of milk, but in vain.
"Then I glanced down at the other two again and looked straight into Peggy's great, bulging, beautiful cunt. For she was on her hands and knees, facing away from me as she sucked furiously on Wen's dick. The sight of that luscious-looking female love nest did strange things to me for the first time in my life. I know that I have no lesbian inclinations in me… but, geez! I really got turned on, pulled toward it. Like a magnet.
"Maybe I just felt a sudden, very strong compulsion to reciprocate for what she'd done for me, I don't know. After all, she'd made me come, gloriously, and now she was making my husband come too. It was extremely unselfish of her. Someone had to do the same for her to make everything equal and fair. And I was handiest. Besides, I wanted to… needed to.
"In the next instant, I was there behind that big, beautiful, dimpled ass of Peggy's, spreading her legs farther apart, shoving my face in between the delicate, pink, dripping folds of cunt lips. Desperately, with every ounce of the tremendous passion I was feeling, I licked up and down, concentrating on her hard, erected, throbbing clitoris, lapping up all of her sweet, sweet juices that were pouring out in greater and greater amounts with every one of my hot, sweeping licks. Shit oh dear… how that girl loved what I was doing! I could feel her big ass quaver and push back hard, HARD, against my face, pleading for more and more and more.
"And I gave her more, not just because she wanted it but because I wanted it. Wanted it hell… I absolutely had to have it, or I'd die. I was that passionate. So passionate that I gave up my licking and sucking and jammed my tongue, every inch of it far into her hot, welcoming cunthole.
"Furiously, with all of the strength I could muster, I pumped my tongue in and out, thrusting it in so far I thought my tongue would tear lose at the roots, I wanted to reach bottom. Wanted to convert my tongue into a huge, long man-cock. Wanted to give her the double thrill of being tongue-fucked and cock-sucked at the same time. Wanted to give her such a great, explosive orgasm that her come juices would shoot out in a tremendous hot flood, drowning me.
"Then I got my wish. She exploded. She started trembling and bucking her ass with mounting excitement until I could hardly keep my tongue in then she blasted away in my face with more heat and jizz than I ever thought one woman could possibly generate. Her delicious fluid did, for a fact, come out in a flood, swamping my face. And what I couldn't drink up I just let spill over me.
"Damn! maybe I really do have some latent lesbian tendencies, after all; though I'm inclined to believe that it was something else: the heat of the occasion, perhaps, or my determination to be as good at three-way sex as Peggy, or both.
"Peggy's great surge of heat made her suck Wendell's cock with all the more gusto, naturally and soon he was coming, too, writhing all over the bear rug in ecstasy, shooting a tremendous stream of his cream down her throat as she gulped it down, every drop of it. Then we all fell prostrate, utterly, completely spent.
"Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed that party with Peg. But listen, hey… I couldn't take any more. Not with her or any other broad. I knew that Wendell would want more three-ways with a female for the third person, even if I didn't because I couldn't bear the thought of him being fawned over by other females. So I left him. Left him for permanent. A couple of months later I had my divorce and you know the rest of the story.
"Now I got myself a new husband, a real drag who makes me miserable with his square ways. But I can't afford to cut him loose. You know that. I'm getting too damn old. A gal my age, with no professional talents, has got to look out for her security.
"That's life, I guess. I've learned the hard way that you can't have your cake and eat it too.