For days afterward Tracy couldn't help recalling the hot passionate afternoon of fucking with two men at once. Just thinking of it made her body quicken and throb with excitement. And guilt. It was both the height of sexual pleasure and the depth of degradation.
She and Jim were more estranged than ever. They barely spoke, let alone make love. And that, coupled with her own guilt, made Tracy realize that the only way to wipe out this whole business was to go right to the root of it. Ann Vincent.
It had been her jealousy of Ann Vincent that had started the whole damn thing. And once she had discovered that her husband actually was making it with Ann, despite his denials, she herself had felt justified to do anything to get back at him.
And that had led to the afternoon during which she had let Rich and Cliff fuck her in every imaginable way. She could almost still feel their swollen cocks rooting roughly in her rectum and her, pussy. She could feel warm dollops of their cum splattering her tits and belly as they fucked her repeatedly with wild abandon.
But you wouldn't live your life that way, she understood. How many afternoons like that could a girl take? She really wanted to make up with Jim, to heal the breach between them. She wanted him to give up Ann, and she would give up future orgies of the sort she had gone through with Rich and Cliff.
She finally decided resolutely that the only way to accomplish that was to confront Ann Vincent herself. She would ask Ann to relinquish Jim, to end the affair with him. It would not only be in the interests of her own marriage, but also of Ann's business. She would point out that the longer Ann's and Jim's affair went on, the more it would breed dissension among their fellow workers, the other employees of the firm.
So one night when she knew that Jim had gone to a basketball game with another friend, she got in the car and drove to Ann Vincent's apartment house. It was one of those elegant, expensive places on the north side. It had a fountain out in front and a doorman who didn't want to let her in until she said she was Jim Sommers' wife.
He told this to Ann Vincent through the intercom. She seemed surprised but said to send Tracy on up. Ann lived in the penthouse. It seemed to Tracy that the elevator took forever to get there.
When she finally reached the top floor, she was herself surprised to see Ann Vincent lounging in the open doorway of her elegant apartment. She was smoking a cigarette and holding a drink. She had a superior smirk on her face.
But most surprising to Tracy was what she wore. Or rather what she didn't wear. For Ann Vincent had on only a sheer peach-colored babydoll nightie. Her stunning long creamy bare legs were completely naked. Her full jutting tits pushed up the gauzy fabric, and the dark circles of her plump nipples were clearly visible through the thin mesh.
"Hi," she said somewhat sarcastically, Tracy thought, if that was possible. "Tracy, isn't it? Jim's wife?"
Tracy nodded. "I… I'd like to talk with you about something."
Ann smirked again as if it was no secret to her what Tracy wanted to talk about. She beckoned Tracy to come inside. Tracy followed her into the apartment, shutting the door quietly behind her.
She tried to keep herself from staring at the naked or nearly naked parts of Ann Vincent's body, but it was difficult. She could see why Jim had wanted her. Ann was extremely beautiful. Tracy didn't know why she was so drawn to her. She guessed it must be all the fucking of the last couple of days. Maybe it had sexualized her, made her hyper-sensitive to bodies or something.
"Can I get you a drink?" Ann said.
"Oh… just whatever you're having," Tracy stammered.
Ann went to the bar and poured a martini for Tracy from a tall frosty pitcher. She walked over and handed the glass to Tracy, her eyes carefully taking note as Tracy couldn't help looking at her body again.
"Let me guess," she said. "You want to talk about Jim."
Tracy nodded.
"How did you find out about us?"
"Just a lucky guess, I suppose," Tracy murmured. "After all, you two spend so much time together."
Ann smiled, remembering. "Your husband is very hard to resist," she said.
She sat down on the sofa across from where Tracy was sitting. She crossed her shapely bare legs. The babydoll nightie traveled up around her hips. Tracy couldn't help staring at the pinkish slit of her hair-fringed cunt.
God, what am I doing! she thought, looking away with embarrassment.
"You don't have to be upset," Ann said boldly. "I don't mind you looking if you want to."
What does she mean by that? Tracy thought. "I wasn't looking at anything," she said.
"Of course you were," Ann said calmly. "You were looking at my cunt."
"No I wasn't!"
"Don't be nervous, Tracy," Ann purred. "I won't tell anybody."
Suddenly she uncrossed her legs and spread her thighs. She ran her hands down into her groin, rubbing herself, parting the lips of her pussy. Tracy could see the wet glistening inner folds. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman's cunt.
God, what's happening to me! she thought. I've never done anything like this in my life!
"You know," Ann said suggestively, "I can think of a great way to make you forget what Jim and I did."
She got up and came over to Tracy. She caressed Tracy's cheek with one finger. Tracy felt the excited blood pound behind her ears. My God, on top of fucking with Jim, she's a lesbian, too! she thought. She pulled away from Ann sharply.
"I'm not like that!" she said. "Don't touch me!"
"You can't deny that you were interested. I saw you looking at my body."
"No!" Tracy said, not knowing what else to say.
"Maybe you'd like to see it better," Ann said, smiling.
She pulled the babydoll nightie off over her head and flung it across the room. Now she was totally naked, standing in front of Tracy. She posed seductively, showing off her gorgeous, shapely body.
Even though she was scandalized by what was happening, Tracy couldn't take her eyes off the woman. Ann's full upswept tits were amazingly round and firm. Her brownish nipples were thick and swollen, the centers long and pointed. Her stomach was sleek and silky, her waist narrow, her hips flaring.
"I… I think I'd better leave," Tracy said self-consciously, stumbling to her feet.
But Ann didn't budge one inch. Consequently her tits brushed Tracy's blouse, and her mouth was only inches from Tracy's lips.
"I don't see why you can't give in to your feelings," Ann whispered. "You look at my body like you wish you could eat me alive."
Am I really? Tracy thought. She didn't even have to answer the question. She knew that Ann Vincent was right. But I'm not that way! I'm not a lesbian! I've never done it with a girl in my life!
"But I'm not that way!" she repeated to Ann.
"There's always a first time," Ann whispered, nibbling at her full lips with her mouth.
Tracy didn't resist. In fact, her mouth effortlessly melted against Ann's. She allowed the girl's tongue to slither between her lips. She didn't try to stop Ann from unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse as they kissed.
She couldn't deny that she didn't want whatever was going to happen to stop. Her body pulsed wildly and trembled. God, I'm not like this! I'm not like this! she repeated to herself. Why am I letting her do this to me?
For Ann was now taking off Tracy's blouse. Her mouth was on Tracy's neck, on her bare shoulders. Her lips were more gentle than a man's, more subtle. She kissed the shallow dents under Tracy's clavicles as her fingers worked to unclasp Tracy's bra.
"You're so lovely, Tracy," she breathed.
"But I'm not like this," Tracy protested softly, quivering as she felt her bra unfasten.
"Neither am I," Ann whispered. "But I want you."
Ann's firm naked breasts brushed Tracy's, now also naked. Their nipples kissed. Tracy felt the fire in her blood leap to life. Her body seemed to throb with fresh lust. Ann's hands found her full out thrusting tits and squeezed the firm globes.
"Ohhhhnnnn!" Tracy gasped uncontrollably.
She cupped Ann's warm breasts in her own hands. God, what are we doing! she thought. But she couldn't stop herself. Ann's mouth was on her body, causing pleasure and excitement wherever it moved. Ann's lips crawled over her tits.
"Oh, God!" she gasped aloud, her insides clenching with excitement as she awaited the feel of Ann's lips on her nipples.
But Ann was not like any other lover, any male lover. She took her time, exploring Tracy's body with slow smoldering passion. Her lips kissed and sucked every inch of Tracy's throbbing naked tits except her nipples.
Once in a while her mouth approached the swollen, aching buds, but then veered away. She kissed the bulging undersides of the firm fleshy globes. She kissed the warm deep valley between them.
"Mmmmmm, you have such beautiful boobs," she murmured, squeezing them, brushing the sensitive nipples lightly with her thumbs.
"Ohhhhnnn!" Tracy moaned.
Her knees quivered. Her breasts throbbed with heat. Still Ann's clever leeching lips explored the round globes, avoiding Tracy's nipples. Tracy was amazed at how quickly she grew frantic with need. The exquisite tension was killing her.
She had never realized before how sensitive her breasts and nipples actually were. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to be sucked, and fucked, quickly, thoroughly, even brutally if necessary. Her mind couldn't help darting to the time when Rich and Cliff had fucked her at the same time. With them reaming her ass and cunt she had bussed out. And yet that wasn't the desire she felt now. Instead she wanted to feel her body melting together with Ann Vincent's. It was different from anything she had ever felt. She wanted this agonizingly sweet tenderness to go on and on.
"Let's go in on my bed," Ann whispered, tugging Tracy's arm.
Tracy went as if hypnotized. She stood silently beside Ann's king-sized bed while Ann undressed the rest of her. Then the two of them settled onto the sheets, Tracy on her back, Ann crouching over her.
Ann's eyes were dark and swirling with hot lust. She kissed Tracy's mouth again, kneading Tracy's throbbing breasts with her hands at the same time.
"You're so beautiful," she murmured repeatedly against Tracy's lips. "So beautiful."
"So are you," Tracy gasped back. Ann went back to exploring Tracy's quivering naked body with her mouth. She didn't go below Tracy's waist, but her lips went everywhere above it. Tracy writhed and moaned with pleasure.
Her breasts throbbed and ached. She found Ann's head with her hands and tried to draw the girl's mouth toward her flaring nipples.
"Suck me!" she gasped. "Please! Suck me!"
"Mmmmmmm," Ann responded. Her wet tongue flicked one of Tracy's swollen nipples.
Her tongue coiled wetly around the other nipple, and she quickly sucked it into her warm mouth.
"Annggh!" Tracy groaned, overcome with pleasure. "Ohhhh, yesssssss!"
Incredible desire spread through her body as Ann began to suck her tits in a way no man ever had. Her lips seemed to leech pleasure out of the pulsing nipples. She was slow and patient.
Most important, she didn't grow tired and stop sucking. She kept on and kept on until Tracy was going crazy with pleasure. She bunched up Tracy's breasts and pushed the large nipples together so that she could suck them both at once.
Tracy moaned with bliss as she felt both of her nipples sucked into Ann's working mouth at the same time.
"Ohhhnnnn, God!" she panted. "God, yes! It feels so good!"
Now she felt Ann's hand between her thighs. Ann's fingers dipped gently into the wet groove of her cunt, sawing rhythmically back and forth. She lightly pinched Tracy's aching clit between two fingers, digging the tips of them into Tracy's steaming slit.
The sensations were almost too intense for Tracy to bear. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help wondering if Ann had been lying about never having done this before. She seemed to be so expert at it.
But Tracy's body wouldn't let her think or care about anything but the fantastic pleasure she was feeling. She surged and writhed, arching her back, clenching her shuddering thighs as Ann's hand in her pussy rubbed faster and faster.
"Unhhhh!" she whimpered, tossing her head as Ann's lips mauled her throbbing nipples fiercely. "Ohhnnnn! Unnhhhh! Ah!"
Her hips churned spasmodically. Her whole body quivered and strained with pent-up lust. My God, she's making me come! Tracy thought wildly. So fast! She's fucking me and making me come before I even realized it!
And Ann, knowing how close Tracy was, began to fuck and suck her more passionately. She rubbed Tracy's wet pussy wildly, scissoring her clit, softly and relentlessly pinching it. And she sucked Tracy's stiff throbbing nipples sharply.
Tracy was shuddering and keening through an orgasm before she knew it. Her body flipped and gyrated with her comes.
"Aannggghhhhh!" she cried out, her pelvis bucking into Ann's flailing hand. "Oh! Aannngghhiieeeee!"
Both she and Ann knew that she was on a plateau of sexual excitement that could be maintained indefinitely with skill. But Ann now wanted to get there, too. And Tracy was filled with the desire to bring her up.
She drew the girl close and began kissing her everywhere, exploring Ann's luscious body as Ann had earlier explored hers. The thought flashed through her mind that she wasn't surprised Jim would want to fuck this woman. Tracy wanted to fuck her, too.
While Ann continued to fingerfuck her gently, Tracy licked Ann's wide puffy brown nipples until they sprang erect and stiff. Then she sucked them wildly, drawing them deep into her mouth.
"Nnnnneeeee!" Ann squealed softly. "Ohhhhh! Yesssss!"
Their warm bodies writhed and coiled together. Tracy was surprised at how naturally it all came to her. She squeezed and sucked Ann's firm round tits, then dipped her mouth lower.
She kissed Ann's warm flat midriff, her quivering soft belly. God, I'm going to kiss her cunt! she thought wildly. Who could ever have predicted this?
Ann's shaking thighs yawned open as Tracy slithered down her squirming body. Tracy kissed her inner thighs. She could smell the thick musky odor of Ann's oozing pussy. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked at the wet pink-lipped gash.
Ann's glistening pussy was beautiful. Tracy extended her tongue and licked the whole slit from top to bottom, then up again.
"Aaannnnnnn!" Ann gasped, her body stiffening. "Oh, God, yes!" she panted.
Tracy explored the wet furrow with her fingers, sliding two of them up into Ann's crack while she continued to flick the nub of Ann's distended clit with her tongue. The sensations drove Ann crazy with lust.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, her hips jerking frenziedly. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me hard! Eat me, suck me! Make me come!"
Her words excited Tracy. She jabbed her tongue deep into Ann's wet cunt repeatedly. Meanwhile her fingers, greased with Ann's pussy juices, slipped down between the girl's firm jouncy asscheeks.
With her forefinger she tickled the ring of Ann's asshole, just to see how the woman would react. Ann's whole squirming body clenched sharply as she realized what Tracy was suggesting.
"Yesssss!" she hissed softly. "Do it, do it!" Slowly Tracy worked her finger into Ann's tight rectum. Ann whinnied with pleasure as Tracy's finger slid into her ass.
"Unnneeeee!" she squealed bucking her hips wildly now.
Tracy was overcome with sexual excitement. With her free hand she began digging again in her own flowing, pussy, rubbing her clit frantically. God, I've never felt anything like this! she thought. I love eating her! I love it!
She buried her face in Ann's streaming cunt, sucking and tonguing it with crazy lust and passion. I just want to eat you and eat you, and fuck you and fuck you! she thought crazily. She began fucking Ann's asshole vigorously with her finger. Soon it loosened enough for her to insert another finger.
She fucked Ann mercilessly with, both fingers, watching the smile of contorted pleasure that spread across the girl's face. Ann's hands flew frantically over her jouncing tits, pinching and twisting her own stiff nipples.
"Unh! Unngghhh!" she grunted as Tracy fucked her closer and closer to a climax.
Oh come, baby, come, come! Tracy thought. She closed her lips over Ann's wildly swollen clit and sucked passionately. Suddenly Ann's body arched and stiffened. Her taut muscles began to quake spasmodically.
Tracy jammed the thumb of the hand that was embedded in Ann's ass into her wet pussy.
She shook the girl's whole crotch sharply, sucking Ann's clit fiercely at the same time. And suddenly Ann was wrenched by an orgasm that tore the cries out of her throat.
"Aanngghhiieeeee!" she screamed, her body flipping out of control. "Oh! Ohhnnnggggiieeeee! Aannngghhiieeeeeee!"
By masturbating while she ate Ann's pussy, Tracy had maintained her own plateau. Now, as Ann's orgasm subsided, she squirmed around so that her thighs were parted over Ann's face. She lowered her dripping cunt down to Ann's welcoming mouth and felt shivers course down and up her spine as Ann's tongue slid into her hot crease.
Again she slipped her tongue into Ann's slit. Now they were both on the same level. The sixty-nine position was perfect for them as they softly and patiently licked and sucked one another into climax after climax.
Before the night was over, Tracy had climaxed more times than she had ever done before in a single session. And Ann Vincent claimed to have done so too. Exhausted, they slept a few hours in each other's arms. But when they awoke in the morning, they hungered again for more fucking. Tracy had four more orgasms before breakfast, and three more afterward. The only thing that stopped them was the fact that Ann had to go to the office for an appointment.