Rick was unaware that Leslie was watching from the other room. It was possible that Leslie was unaware that Judy knew – in spite of the fact that Judy had looked at her many times. This thought and all the sensations of touch, taste, scent and texture seeped into Judy's brain, and it excited her even more. She wanted more and more of Rick, and she wanted him to do more.
Rick now had her nipple between his lips and he was sucking and at the same time, he was rolling his tongue around it. His fingers crawled over her thigh and toward her pussy.
"You're good, Rick. You're a good husband, a good lover."
He let her nipple slide from between his lips.
"Thanks," he said, and nibbled at the flesh of her breast. He licked with his tongue and scraped with his teeth against her nipple, and she shivered with excitement.
"It's a sh-sh-shame about Leslie," Judy said, as his fingers slipped through to the crack and gently massaging her clit.
"Ooooo!"
She knew he loved it when he pleasured her, and she loved the way he stroked her clit.
"Yeah, it's a damn shame about Leslie," Rick said, but he still hadn't looked toward the open door.
"Damn shame. Ohhhhh," Judy said, spreading her legs even farther.
His tongue rolled across her pussy and through the folds. She quivered and rocked her ass. Then she spread and closed her legs around his head. She reached toward the open door, almost imploring that Leslie come to join them.
Even if Leslie didn't join them now, Leslie would join them another time, Judy was certain. Now, she would be satisfied at the pleasure she was getting from Rick. But she was also happy about the pleasure she and Rick were giving her best friend, who was watching through the doorway.
Judy's pussy was all the way open now, flowering and throbbing and slobbering.
Leslie accidentally pushed the door open even wider, and she stood there with her robe open, but she was not touching herself. She was concentrating on Rick and Judy, trying to see every movement and every detail. She was stroking her fingers over her bare flesh, but she was touching nothing vital, not her pussy, not her nipples, not even the hair of her pubis, or the rounded flesh of her breasts.
Rick was eating Judy hard now. His tongue was sliding against the folds, against her clit, and it was probing inside her. Judy was feeling every sensation, yet she was watching Leslie too and she was trying to imagine what Leslie was thinking.
Leslie had come into the light and almost all the way into the room. Her fingers stroked her hips, her belly, the front of her thighs, yet she seemed to be trying desperately not to let them touch even her pubic curls.
"Do it, yes, do it," Judy said, encouraging not just Rick but Leslie as well.
Judy was looking straight at Leslie now, but she was bouncing her own ass off the bed, spreading her legs, throwing her pussy as close as she could get against Rick's face. He was licking and sucking and slobbering, and Judy was feeling it all.
"Oh," Leslie said from the doorway, and Judy smiled because she knew Leslie saw them.
"Oh, Yes. Yes, do it," Judy said. Her words were not to Rick, but to Leslie who was standing in the doorway. She wanted to call out to her, wanted her to join them. At the very least, she wanted Leslie to touch herself, but saw that Leslie was afraid.
Judy put her hands to the back of Rick's head, pulled his face ever harder against her pussy. He was getting rough and she liked it when he got rough, especially after he had been so tender.
Yes, that was the way their life had been, the way their relationship had been, the way their lovemaking had been. Good, all of it was good. It was give and take, and take and give. It was great but it could be better. She knew it could be better. Oh, God, yes, it would be better.
"Yes," she said. Give and take, and take and give.
She was enjoying the pleasure, but she was watching Leslie, who, with her fingers over he belly, now seemed paralyzed.
Leslie's eyes went back in her head, and she still did not see that Judy was looking at her. Finally, she touched the cut "v" of her pubic hair, yet she did not touch her pussy – not the folds, not the clit, just the pubic hair.
"Oh," Judy said, feeling the sensation of Rick's tongue and lips and teeth go at her even harder. Yet, at the same time, she was feeling the excitement of Leslie, and knowing the excitement of her own performance, of Rick's performance.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah," she said.
She arched from the bed, letting him touch with his tongue, letting him nibble with his teeth. Her body was quivering even more.
It was coming. It was coming, yes. The pleasure was coming. It started at her clit and shot up the front of her body. It tingled her nipples as it rippled by and on to her brain. Then, in a single moment, she dreamed a million dreams of pleasure and love. Then, as suddenly as an electric shock, the same pleasure shot down her spine to some indefinable spot between her anal and vaginal cavity, and it exploded in shivers.
"Oh, oh, oh," she said. She had reached that point where her legs shook and her whole body quaked. She cried out without knowing the words or the sounds she used. Finally she recognized the words, "Yes, yes," in a hard outward gush and hiss of breath, and Rick kept going at her.
"Yes!" she said again, but this time less powerfully. Then she stiffened her back in an arch over the bed.
"Mmmmm," he moaned back at her and was still sucking and probing, still slurping and eating.
"Ohhhhh," she said finally in a kind of relief. Her ass dropped to the sheet, and her whole body went limp.
"Yeah," Rick said, and he too sighed and relaxed. He dragged his head from between her legs and crawled alongside her.
They lay naked, their bodies sweating. Rick was looking up at the ceiling still trying to regain his breath. Judy rolled on her side, looked toward the open doorway and smiled. She was trying to let Leslie know that it was all right that she had watched. Then she turned to Rick and nibbled at his ear.
After a long time, she said, "Don't you think it's awful that Brandon didn't come."
"Well, he couldn't come because he wasn't here, and he damn sure wasn't going to come with you," Rick said, laughing.
"But he could have come with Leslie."
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind seeing that," he said, as if he knew that Leslie had been watching.
Judy walked her fingers over Rick's chest, and she smiled. Then she glanced toward the open doorway, but she could no longer see Leslie.
"I feel so sorry for her," Judy said.
"Because she doesn't have me?" he said, laughing.
"Because she doesn't have anybody," Judy said. Everything she was saying was for Leslie.
"Don't worry, she'll go home to Brandon after our vacation. Hell, he might even finish his case and come along with us. We've got a whole week here, and this is just the second night."
Judy lifted up his soft cock with her thumb and forefinger and let it drop back to his flesh. "I guess that thing's done for the night," she said.
"Maybe you can blow it up for me."
"I'll bet Leslie would come in here and entice it."
"Nah, I know how you women are. You're jealous. You wouldn't want another woman messing with me. What's yours is yours, and what's mine is yours too. You wouldn't want to share me with anybody."
"No, my dear. You are talking about what men think about women and about what men want. Most women I know would willingly share their husbands – if the occasion was right and the woman was right."
"You've discussed loaning me to other women?"
"No, I haven't discussed it," she said. "Not specifically, but I will if you like."
He smiled through a frown. And she knelt up suddenly, giving a view of her body to both him and Leslie – if she was still there.
Although she had no thoughts that she was a lesbian, she feelings about other women's bodies. Many were worthy of admiration; but a few were worthy of awe, and Leslie might be one of those.
Judy often thought she would like to hold and kiss another woman. She did not think much about the sex parts, except as it was sex against sex, breasts against breasts. She thought of the gentle touch, the soft feel. It was the tenderness of another woman that she thought about.
"What are you thinking?" he said.
He went up on both knees too, and they were now facing each other. He slid his hands to her behind, and she slid her hands to his. One of her knees was at his cock; one of his at her pussy. She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, letting the tip of it meet his in midair.
"I’ll bet Leslie would love it if I shared you with her," Judy said.
"As good looking as Leslie is, she can have any of a dozen men. Why would she want me? Hell, every man at the club wants to get into her pants, and you saw the way that guy looked at her at the bistro, and those guys in the lobby too."
"The guys at the club are always drunk, and you know how men are when they get drunk. And hell, the guys in the lobby were Frenchman. They'll look at anything in a skirt, but I do know what you mean."
She reached forward and fondled his cock, bringing it to an erection again. "She would just love making love to you," Judy said. "I guarantee it."
"Mmmmm, good. I like the way you do that – especially when you're talking dirty," he said. He kissed her and sucked her breath suddenly through his lips, and he backed away. "Are you trying to start something up between Leslie and me?" he said,
"Why not?" she said.
"Whoa! You're serious, aren't you?"
"Umm-hnn, sure am," she said, and slowly massaged his cock again.
"Before you go pawning me off on another woman, maybe you should let me do that thing we've talked about."
"What thing?" she said, and just to tease him, she swung over on all fours and showed her behind to him. "This thing?"
"Yeah, that thing!" he said. He reached for her and went up quickly on his knees, his cock in his hand, ready to push it into the virgin opening of her ass.
"No! Not yet," she said, but she waved her behind at him, like a dog wagging her tail.
"You teasing bitch," he said, but laughed as he said it, and it was okay.
"But there's another opening you can use back there."
"Not a bad idea," he said, and he brought his cock to the opening of her pussy, and rubbed the head through the wetness of her slit.
He slid one hand under her chest. He cradled a breast as if he were weighing it, and a delicious little chill shot through her. He stroked his cock upward and downward until it was hard. Then he slid the head through the folds, through the wetness, and over her clit.
"Put it in. Yes, put it in all the way," she said.
"Yes," he said, and he slid his cock all the way inside her pussy.
Both hands were on her breasts, stroking and fondling and pinching. Yes, he knew what to do, and he knew how to do it. He knew how important the touch and the stroke were. It was as if his fingers and hands felt the same pleasure she felt. After three years of practice, Rick knew exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it, and how she wanted it. Yes, it was just like that, like that exactly.
"Yes," she said, and it was good. It was damn good, and they were doing it all over again, his cock going in and out. She was growling like a dog, and he was grunting like a gorilla.
The door eased open again, and Leslie stood there, eyes closed. She was still stroking the bare parts of her body, her belly, her thighs, her legs, now even her pubic hairs, but she was resisting the temptation to do more. The woman was terribly inhibited, Judy thought, as Rick pumped in and out of her quickly and hard and he was bringing her to a-
"Oh, yesssss," Judy cried.
"Uhhhhh," Rick moaned.
"Ohhhh," came Leslie's gasp from the doorway, although she had never touched herself.
By the time Rick looked in that direction, the door was closed. Through the rippled glass was a hint of Leslie's white robe. Leslie had her back against the windows, and Judy wondered if she had yet touched herself.
Rick and Judy hugged each other for a long time saying nothing. When Rick was almost asleep, Judy said, "Would you like to make love to me and Leslie together?"
"You're crazy," he said.
"Am I?"
"Kind of," he said, and she slid her hand down the front of his chest.
"We'll see about that," she said, and she touched her nails to his soft and sticky member, stroking it back to life.