The blinds of the bistro were drawn, but light streamed from behind the shades as Judy fumbled to unlock the door with the key Rick had given her. Finally, she got it done. She stepped quietly inside and waited for a moment. She heard breathing. She knew what must be going on between Leslie and Armand. She locked the door behind her. She was getting even more excited as she listened closely.
"That's good, yes," she heard Leslie say, and the words sent a shiver from Judy's hips to her shoulders.
It had been so great of Rick to let her come here, not only to let her actually make love to another man but to encourage her to do it and not insist that he come along. It was the true test of his love, a true test of his confidence in her.
She eased across the floor toward the sound of their sighs, the sounds of their grunts, and groans. Finally, she saw them in the far corner of the room. Armand sat naked on one of the chairs and Leslie, equally naked sat with her back to him as if sitting in his lap, writhing her bottom against him.
As Judy moved closer, she saw it was not just Leslie's bottom. His cock was well up and into her, and his hands were massaging and stroking her tits.
"Yes, this is good. I've never done it this way," Leslie said.
Judy watched as Armand's fingers pinched one of Leslie's nipples. He moved his other arm around her waist, and brought his hand between her legs to make sure his cock did not escape from her pussy.
Judy gasped.
"Oh!" Leslie said, startled by the sound of Judy's voice.
"Come join us. We are just getting started," Armand said.
"Yes, I would love to join you," Judy said. She was already out of breath.
As Armand continued to fuck Leslie from his sitting position, Judy could not help but think about Rick, who was alone in their hotel room. He was the perfect husband and she tried to be the perfect mate. Yet, they had never done anything like they did this morning, nor had she even kissed another man since they were married.
Judy stripped from her jacket and put it across the back of one of the chairs.
"Oh, yes," Leslie cried and she began to whimper her little pleasures.
"You are good," Armand said.
"Yes," Leslie said again, as if she were agreeing with him. "Yes! Oh, good." Her whole body went stiff, except for the quiver of one leg. Finally, Leslie sighed and moaned, then went limp. Armand helped her to free herself from his cock, and when she was finally free, she stood in her lovely nakedness. Armand remained in the chair, and he grinned across the room at Judy, as if she, and not Leslie, was now the object of his interest and desire.
"Welcome to my bistro. It is not often that I am alone with two such beautiful women." His spent cock was shriveling, and he covered it with his hand.
"Thank you," Judy said.
Leslie blushed and covered her breasts with one arm, and her pussy with the other hand. She seemed to be hiding herself, not from Armand, but from Judy.
"A man would be fortunate to have both of you at the same time. Where is your husband?"
Judy smiled. "He said this was my treat."
"Ah, the perfect mate."
"He really said that?" Leslie said.
"Yes," Judy said.
Armand looked at Leslie, naked, and at Judy, who was fully clothed, and grinned from ear to ear. "It would be so lovely to see you undress your friend."
Armand looked up at Leslie, but it was Judy who blushed. "I am perfectly capable of undressing myself."
"But it would be so much more beautiful to see your friend do it. Don't you think?"
"I-"
"I'll do it. If you want me to do it, I'll do it," Leslie said. Her eyes went wide, and she was breathing hard. Judy did not understand what was happening to Leslie, and looked back into Armand's eyes. She felt a mixture of rage, fear, lust and desire. She wanted to strike Armand and leave this place, but she was captivated. Apparently, he had prepared Leslie for this, but Judy was far from ready.
"You will let her do it, will you not?" he said. He smiled and uncovered his still wet cock.
"I-" Judy took a deep breath and her body stiffened. She looked at his cock, and it was growing. "Yes. Yes, of course I will."
"Good, good. That's very good. Now, Leslie you do as I tell you."
Leslie's eyes were wide with an expression of something Judy could not fathom. Perhaps it was fear of Armand, perhaps an interest in Judy, but whatever it was, it sent sensations rippling through Judy's body that she recognized as a preamble to even greater pleasure.
"Her blouse first, of course," the naked Armand said, smiling.
As if in a trance, Leslie stepped in front of Judy. She looked into Judy's eyes, then away from them. She licked her lips and watched her fingers, as she began to undo Judy's blouse one button at a time.
Leslie peeled the blouse from Judy's shoulders, revealing the seductive black bra that emphasized the breasts under them. From the corners of her eyes, Judy saw Armand smile. With a new boldness, Leslie undid the hook in the front of Judy's bra and the garment dropped away.
"Now the skirt," Armand said.
Leslie obeyed immediately. She unhooked the skirt, then stooped down and dragged it all the way to the floor, revealing Judy in her bikini underwear and garter stockings.
"Let me see those lovely breasts," Armand said, very slowly.
The entire time she was undressing Judy, Leslie was looking to him for approval. Armand was easing his hand up and down over his cock. His slow masturbation excited her even more, but she did not know if he was doing it because of her body or Leslie's obedience. Maybe it was because Judy and Leslie were nearly touching each other.
"Magnificent," he said. "Now go to your knees and slide her pants down her body."
"Yes," Leslie hissed. She gripped the waistband of Judy's bikini bottoms and slid them to the floor. Her face was nearly touching Judy's pussy.
Judy was no longer paying attention to Armand, but she was looking down at her friend who was on her knees in front of her.
"Is it not true that you love her pussy?" Armand asked.
Leslie did not reply. Instead, she stared upward, past Judy's breasts and into her eyes. Judy's hard nipples jutted out her interest.
"Listen to me," Armand said, "and answer me."
"Yes," Leslie replied. "Yes, I like her body."
"Of course you like her body. She has a beautiful body. Anyone can see that but that is not what I said. I asked you, 'is it not true that you love her pu-seee?'"
"Yes."
"'Yes' what?"
"Yes, I love … I love her pussy."
Even before those words, Judy felt the moisture gather in the crack and saturate the delicate tissue at her vaginal lips.
Oh, damn, he's going to make her do it!
"You would like to lick it, would you not?" Armand said. He was still gripping his cock, but he was looking straight into Leslie's eyes.
"No," Judy moaned. She thought she was trying to put words on Leslie's tongue, but even as she moaned a denial, she knew she desperately wanted it to happen.
Having her pussy eaten was one of her greatest pleasures, but it was always a man who had eaten her, and a man, not even Rick, could know how she felt or even how she was supposed to feel. He could have no idea what feelings any woman might have. If Leslie ate her, it would not be the same as just any woman eating her – not a lesbian, but a friend. It would be so, so…
"Yes," Leslie hissed. "I would love to lick it."
"Ohhhhh," Judy moaned, and almost involuntarily, she bent her knees spreading the wet crack of her pussy, and opening it to her friend.
Leslie slid her hands from the crux of Judy's knees, up behind her legs, thighs to her ass. She moved her face forward. With her tongue, she touched the mound of Judy's pubis then the inner part of her thighs, reciting the lesson she had learned this morning. It was as if Leslie were teasing her now in the same way that Judy had instructed her to tease herself.
"Oh, yes. Do it. Do it," Judy moaned.
Leslie pushed her dark hair out of the way. She moved her tongue closer and closer to the folds of Judy's pussy, and Judy shivered with anticipation.
By the time she touched the outer folds, Judy was already shaking with excitement and dripping with anticipation. When Leslie moved even farther and touched the inner folds with just the tip of her tongue, Judy nudged her pussy forward against Leslie's mouth.
Leslie took a deep intake of breath and the shudder drove Judy to something she would never have imagined doing. She put both her hands on the back of Leslie's head and brought Leslie's face even harder against her pussy.
"I … I … I don't want to make you do this if you don't want to," Judy said quickly and desperately, but she wanted it.
"It makes no difference what she wants. It is what I want her to," Armand said.
"And I want to do it," Leslie mumbled into Judy's pussy. "Mmmmm, yes, I want to do it."
"You must see that she does," Armand said. He stepped over to Judy and stood behind her, pressing his hard cock against the crack of her ass. He brought his hands under her breasts, brought his mouth to her neck. Then he smelled and kissed her scent, and his cock seemed to search for her anus.
"No," Judy said. "I'm not going to let you do that to me. It's a virgin spot that I've saved for my husband."
"But your husband is not here now," he said, practically laughing at her.
"All the more reason to save it for him." As horny as she was, she was not going to betray Rick's trust.
Leslie's tongue rolled over Judy's clit.
"Oh!" Judy cried. Again she said "no" to any penetration of her anus by Armand's cock.
"Then I will fuck your pussy while she eats your clit."
"Yes, oh, damn, yes. Do that. Fuck me while Leslie eats me. Let her lick my pussy and your cock at the same time."
Judy was still standing, Leslie was still licking her clit, and Armand moved the head of his cock farther under Judy and pushed it inside her pussy. When he did, Leslie began to eat her with a new vigor.
"Armand taught me so many things in just a short time."
"Yes, he taught you good. This is good," Judy said, and she listened to the gentle licking sounds of Leslie's tongue on her clit, and the sloshing Armand's cock in and out of her pussy from behind.
Armand was squeezing and kneading Judy's tits and he was fucking her hard. In and outhe moved. Suddenly, his cock slipped from Judy's pussy. Without missing a beat, Leslie took his cock in her hands and sucked it as far into her mouth as it would go.
For a moment, Judy was riding his cock, but she had to get out of the way. She watched as her friend, who had never sucked a cock before this morning, seemed to devour Armand's. She sucked and slobbered without even touching it with her fingers, and at times, it seemed to flop away from her.
Judy could no longer stand to be odd woman out, and she climbed on the stainless steel counter and pushed both hands between her legs. She teased her clit with her index fingers, and moaned as she watched Leslie working her newly discovered magic on Armand.
She wanted that cock; yes, she wanted it. Rick had given her permission to fuck another man and she wanted it to be this sexy Frenchman, a full, rich fuck, not just the few strokes from behind.
Oh, God, she couldn't stand it, she thought, as she pushed two fingers into her pussy as far as they would go. She was moving them in and out like a small cock, but that wasn't enough to satisfy her. She went to three fingers, then four, but she could not get them inside far enough to satisfy her.
"It's my cock. It belongs to me," she whimpered. "Rick said I could have it and I want it."
"It belongs to another for the moment," Armand said, laughing at her.
He smiled while Leslie moaned and slobbered over him, doing with wild abandon, the very things he claimed she had never done with her own husband.
I'm going to come soon, Judy thought, and frantically looked around the bistro for something she could use to satisfy herself.
Yes, soon, and continued to move her fingers wildly over her pussy. She touched this, she rubbed that, she pinched another part of her feminine anatomy. She needed to be satisfied, but she needed something inside her.
"Uh," she moaned, unable to bring herself anywhere near to the completion she so desperately needed.
The thought occurred to her that this was a bistro. She rose quickly and rushed to the cooking area behind the counter, and she came back with a huge cucumber. She had forgotten to wash the cucumber and she realized that she had to clean it, but she did not want to look away from the sight of Leslie working so feverishly on Armand's cock.
With one hand she stroked her own pussy. With the other she held the cucumber. She licked it clean as if it were a cock. She pushed it inside her mouth as if she were sucking on the greatest of cocks. She turned it over and sucked the other end. At the same time she continued to use the fingers to fondle herself. If there were germs on the cucumber they were gone now, she thought, and she brought it down over her breasts as she had so often done with her vibrator.
"Yes, yes," she said, and brought the cucumber to her pussy, eased it through the opening, and pushed it most of the way inside her. She gripped the exposed end as if she was a man and it was her own cock. She had often wondered what it would be like to masturbate as a man, and now she imagined it. She pumped the cucumber in and out of her pussy with one hand and vigorously rubbed her clit with the fingers of the other.
"Oh, oh!"
I'm getting close, yes! I'm getting close. I'm getting ready to come. Yes, I want to come. I need to come.
"Oh, oh, oh," Judy moaned, still moving the cucumber in and out, still moving her fingers over her clit, and over her vaginal lips.
Yes, this is it. Yes, I'm coming.
At the very moment the pleasure ripped through her body to her brain, spine, and pussy, she heard Armand's strange cry of "Ooooo la! Ooooo, Ooooo, Ooooo," and knew that Armand had come into Leslie's mouth.
It was so good, Judy thought, and she watched the worshipful Leslie suck and milk down Armand's cock.
Armand stood shivering his pleasure for a long moment, then slowly lowered himself to his knees, pulling his cock away from Leslie. He brought his lips to hers, and e kissed her. His own come oozed from Leslie's mouth as their tongues churned against each other.
Finally, Leslie eased her mouth away from his and looked directly at Judy.
"Eat me, Judy. Please. I've eaten you. Please eat me."
"Yes," Armand said. "Eat her. And eat her well."
For a moment, Judy was stunned. For her to eat Leslie was something totally different. It was something she had never dreamed of doing. To be eaten by another woman was passive, an act that required no effort on Judy's part. But for Judy to eat another woman, even her best friend, was, was-
"Lick her," Armand said.
"No, I, I-"
How could she? How was it possible?
"But you must," he repeated, his voice deep and full of authority. "You must lick her and eat her the way she has done for you."
Judy looked into Leslie's pleading eyes, and she remembered how she had taken so much pity on her less than twenty-four hours ago. Leslie was her best friend, and as a friend, Leslie had eaten Judy. Now it was time for Judy to reciprocate, but how could she? It was, it was-
"Please?" Leslie said.
Armand lifted Leslie from the floor and moved her to a sitting position on one of the chairs. Judy crossed to the chair and looked into Leslie's eyes, then slowly, went to her knees.
"Please?" Leslie whispered again, looking down at Judy.
Leslie's fingers were the first to move. They slid down over her stomach, over her pubis, and when they reached the slit, she spread the outer lips open with her index finger and thumb, exposing the throbbing pink interior.
"Eat me. Eat me, please?"
"Yes," Judy whispered." Even the single word that escaped from her mouth, seemed spoken in the voice of a stranger.
Judy knelt in front of Leslie, and moved her trembling fingers up the inside of Leslie's thighs. She spread the lips with her thumbs, and observed the wetness.
"Eat," Armand insisted.
"Yes," Judy said, and brought just the tip of her tongue to Leslie's clit.
"Ohhh."
Judy suddenly withdrew. She looked up at her friend and smiled. This time, instead of moving her tongue to Leslie's clit, she slid it between the inner and outer pussy lips.
Leslie moaned as Judy continued to lick between folds, knowing she was teasing her to anticipation of an even greater pleasure. Between the folds she went with her tongue. Once, twice, three times, she went, doing a complete survey of Leslie's most private parts. Then again, she licked at the clit, a bit harder than the last time, but her tongue stayed there no longer.
"More. Please more."
"Stop teasing your friend. Eat her!"
"Yesssss," Judy said.
She brought not just her tongue but her teeth to Leslie's clit, and tugged gently. she began to lick slowly and steadily, up and down, over the clit, and into the opening. She flattened her tongue; she pointed her tongue; she twirled her tongue. Judy was making every movement she had ever imagined and as she ate her friend, she thought of herself being eaten.
Nearby, Armand began to massage his own cock, and it brought a new excitement to Judy.
Leslie began to breathe harder. She began to whimper, and cry out; and as she did, a residual pleasure rippled through Judy's brain. Even as she went at her friend she imagined she was eating herself, imagined that the pussy she was licking, sucking and eating – yes, eating – was her own pussy.
Judy's mouth went vigorously at Leslie's pussy, but her fingers went frantically at her own.
"Oh, God, yes. Oh, God, yes!" Leslie cried, and her words drove Judy to an even to a greater frenzy.
Leslie wrapped her legs around Judy's head and squeezed. Judy could hardly breath, but she kept eating, kept sucking, kept licking, until Leslie went limp.
There was a long pause. Then Armand said, "Very good. And it is the first time for you both?"
"Yes," Judy said, and she was totally numb, and limp, and totally satisfied, but with a nagging, underlying guilt that Rick wasn't there to enjoy it with her.
"Yes," Leslie agreed. "Oh, God, yes, the very first, the very best."