Doug was beginning to regret that he had called and invited Selma for lunch. Not that he didn't want to see her, of course, but she was so happy and excited, looking on this as an extra special treat, because usually they only saw each other in the evening. Now he dreaded telling her the real reason for wanting to see her. They were sitting lingering over liqueurs and Doug knew he had to take the plunge.
Drawing a deep breath, he began.
"Selma, I've something to tell you!"
Selma looked at him in surprise, amazed at his intensity, but immediately she sensed that something was wrong.
"What is it?" she said apprehensively.
"I… we've got to stop seeing each other!" It was said, but instead of feeling relief, he was aware only of misery, and the look on Selma's face didn't help any, either.
"What?" she hissed, her voice low and angry.
"I just can't see you any more…"
"Well, this is an interesting new development," Selma said icily, her fingers toying with the tiny glass. "Your charming wife must have found out about us. Is that it?"
"No, it isn't," Doug gulped. "But to tell the truth, I'm afraid she might, and I've hurt her enough without this."
"So your conscience is beginning to bother you at last!" Selma snapped, heedless of the other diners in the restaurant.
Doug colored. He'd decided to break off with his mistress several days ago, but couldn't find the courage to do so. He didn't really want to stop seeing her, but he had been involved with her now for nearly two months, and in all that time, things had gone from bad to worse with Betty. He knew he had started it all by fucking her in the ass that one night, and things hadn't been the same since. At first, he noticed that Betty was depressed and irritable, but over the past couple of weeks, she seemed suddenly to have changed. She said she had a new part time job, and bought new, fashionable clothes, and she seemed hardly to be home at all. Now that the tables were turned on him, Doug didn't like it at all and decided that he'd rather have the old Betty back… even if it mean severing his relationship with Selma.
"So it's all over," Selma breathed angrily, her eyes flashing. A cold rage was seething through her and she was aware of a consuming hatred for her lover. She had really enjoyed her affair with Doug. He was one of the best lovers she'd ever had and she had reveled in his admiration. He seemed to be really crazy about her too, and she had even begun to entertain thoughts of something permanent…
"You bastard!" she hissed viciously. Men were all the same. They didn't mind having affairs, and told their mistresses how fabulous they were, but when the little woman at home lifted her finger, no matter how nagging or difficult a wife she might be, they all went running back with their tails between their legs.
"Selma, everyone is looking at us," Doug said, his face reddening.
"I don't give a damn who's looking or listening," Selma spat, her voice rising. "You can't just throw me over like this. I deserve something better."
"I'm really sorry," Doug said earnestly, "but…"
"Don't 'but' me, you lousy rat," Selma shrilled, "you just want to go back to that bitch of a wife of yours, and after all you told me about her, how she was frigid, how she was a nagging slut…"
Doug felt ready to sink into the ground. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at them and Selma's voice was strident and perfectly audible.
"C'mon, let's get out of here," he said sharply, his fingers digging into her forearm. With relief, she responded to his order, and meekly followed him out of the restaurant. That's one place I'll never go to again, Doug vowed as he stepped out into the light.
"Now look, Selma, I'm sorry we have to part like this," he said threateningly, "but if you're going to make another scene, I'm going to leave you right here on the pavement."
"Go on, run, you Goddamned bastard," she railed, "but don't think you're getting off so easily. I'll pay you back for leaving me in the lurch like this, don't you worry!"
Furious, Doug turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Selma's threats to disintegrate behind him in the street's busy atmosphere.
"Okay, spread those long legs of yours, honey," Harvey rasped. "Daddy's got a new treat for you today!"
Betty lay back luxuriantly on the huge bed in Harvey's apartment and obediently parted her long, slender legs. The deep bed felt like soft billows of cloud, and Betty was only too glad to give herself over to her lover's attentions. She had grown accustomed to him over the last month or so, or rather, her body had.
She didn't know what she'd do now without Harvey. He seemed to fill her days and undoubtedly made life worth living again. In fact, her entire life seemed to have undergone a radical change, and it was all due to Harvey. The most important thing of all, of course, was the fact that he had succeeded in awakening her sexually, and actually continued to arouse and excite her. For, after that day when he had tricked her into submitting, she found she looked forward to when she could see him again. Harvey himself was just as wound up about her, and managed to see her almost every day. Usually Jean was with him, and after awhile, Harvey introduced Betty to threesomes. At first, she was shocked, but when she found that the fun was tripled, she began to like being involved in a trio.
Another fringe benefit of being involved with Harvey was that she was actually a working model! Harvey managed to get her plenty of jobs, starting, of course, with the Nor-Dansk commercial. She really enjoyed her work, and although it was only part time, she still found it tiring. However, her hourly rate was very good and she was able to buy lots of new clothes. The only dim spot of the horizon was Doug. Things just weren't working out and she got a depressing, unhappy feeling every time she thought about her husband. But I won't think about him now, she told herself, instead I'll think only about Harvey…
Harvey settled himself between Betty's widespread thighs and stared at the tempting furrow of her fully exposed vagina. He could see the pink flesh glistening wetly between the slightly swollen outer lips, and he could just barely make out the burgeoning tip of her clitoris. Carefully, he placed a finger and thumb on each fleshy fold and gently drew them apart, baring the petal-shaped opening, pulsing softly between the purplish, fluted inner lips. He heard Betty draw in her breath quickly, and then before she had time to realize what was happening, he reached down and flicked out with his long, wet tongue.
"Aaaaahhh! Aaaahhh! AAaaaaggghhh…!" Betty sobbed, flailing her hips wildly. She hadn't realized until the very last moment that this was what Harvey had in mind, but it was too late now to stop him. So this was the special treat! She had never let him do this to her, even though he had often wanted to, and she ha seen him do it to Jean. But somehow, to her, it was wrong, almost perverted, and she hadn't allowed it. Now, Harvey was kissing her down there!
Harvey continued to swipe at the moistening pussy split with his pink, darting tongue. He could taste the sweet cunt-taste of her pussy and inhaled her feminine perfume as he bent eagerly to his task. Tentatively, he furled his tongue and began to dip it into the folds and recesses of her sensitively squirming pussy, probing deeper and harder into the velvety softness. He swirled it round and round, holding her in place by a vise-like grip on her thighs.
"Nooooo dooon't…" Betty wailed helplessly, still unable to accept the illicit tonguing. But even as she protested, she became aware of new, but familiar sensations tingling deep inside her. Her body, honed to a fine edge of pleasure over the past weeks, reacted instinctively to this new variation, and began to respond to the sensual flicking of Harvey's deft tongue.
Slowly, her cream-white thighs began to spread further apart, revealing more and more of the gleaming wet pinkness of her hungrily alive cunt. A long tremor curved her spine and sent little shock-waves of pleasure curling out to the very ends of her fingers and toes and she was aware of a red blush suffusing her face. Involuntarily, she flexed her trembling vaginal mound, forcing the searingly sensitive flesh of her pussy against the furiously working length of Harvey's wet tongue.
"Mmmmmmmnnnnn…" she sighed ecstatically as spasm after spasm of mounting pleasure convulsed through her. Oh God, it was good, this licking and slavering at her cunt. She had no idea it could be so good… why had she waited so long to experience it?
Harvey sensed her acceptance with excitement. He knew that she couldn't hold out for long, not the way she was now. Sometimes she hardly seemed like the same woman to him. She was absolutely voracious now that he had awakened her, and her appetite was equal only to his own. He felt proud of his protegee and was glad that she was accepting this oral form of lovemaking.
Diligently, he continued to thrust his stiffened tongue into the darkness of her writhing pussy, until he came into contact with the burgeoning bud of her erect little clitoris.
"Aaaaaarrrrrgggghhhh…" Betty sobbed, her hips grinding helplessly against the bed, as he trapped the erogenous little bud between his teeth and began to titillate it with his swirling tongue. He could feel it hardening and stiffening under his swipes, and could feel the furious pulsating of the blood through it too. Then, finally, he released it and searched lower with his tongue, trailing it along the fluted edges of the inner cunt-lips, brushing playfully against the star-shaped pussy-hole.
Betty's body was moist with perspiration, and she was mewling incessantly. Her ivory thighs clamped viciously against Harvey's face, holding him against the tingling plane of her vagina as the sensitive flesh of her pussy rimmed his nose and mouth. Her nipples felt taut and stretched in passion, and her lips were dry and parched. She seemed beset by a feverish shuddering, and knew that what she was feeling now was a completely new kind of excitement, totally different from anything she had experienced before. She moaned again as she felt Harvey's expertly darting tongue flick eagerly at the clasping edges of her pussy orifice, tantalizing them almost beyond belief.
Then, suddenly, Harvey stiffened his probing organ and without hesitation rammed it headlong into the churning passage of her cuntal sheath.
"Oh God…aaaarrrrrhhhh…" Betty cried as she flailed her buttocks wildly as a reaction to the new, weird sensations. Almost immediately, her inner channel began a hungry clasping and milking of the buried tongue, almost pulling it out of its moorings in its greedy attempt to assimilate it completely. Harvey continued to thrust wildly in imitation of fucking, stabbing with the pseudo-phallus, rotating it in the grasping softness of her wet, steaming pussy.
He worked slavelike up between her outstretched legs, his face bathed in moisture, his furiously licking tongue slavering as he sought to give her the maximum pleasure. He could feel the tremors that were emanating from her frenzied, lust-demented cunt vibrating throughout the length of her creamy, lithe body, and her entire frame shook and undulated with the convulsive spasms of her passion.
Betty was in ecstasy. Her incoherent moans filled the room and her hips were thrashing wildly against the bed, her inner vaginal passage contracting rhythmically around the wet, slippery tongue sawing in and out. She was sure that she must climax soon, but yet, she wanted this incredible experience to go on forever, even though she knew she couldn't bear the unbelievable intensity if it did. Vaguely, she was aware of the door opening, and realized that Jean must have come back. The thought that perhaps the other woman was watching her in this lewd, wanton pose did not disturb her; in fact, it gave her a thrill of added illicit pleasure.
Sometimes, she could hardly believe that she herself was the same person as she used to be. Her mind had seemingly enlarged to accept all variations of physical pleasure, and she was ready for anything. Harvey had taught her that anything that felt good and exciting between two or more people couldn't be bad, and she agreed with this tenet. She just couldn't understand how she could have allowed herself to go on as she did before, living a sort of half-life. She was aware of new movement on the bed, and her brain quickly assumed that Jean had sat down beside them to get a better view.
But, in the next minute, events happened so quickly that Betty wasn't aware at first of what was happening. She realized with sudden apprehension that Jean was moving closer to her, and then she was aware of a moist, pulsing warmth over her face, which moved inexorably closer, until… Jean was actually sitting on her face!
For a moment, Betty's breath was suspended and she froze into a state of shock. She had never realized that anything like this could happen, had never visualized it happening to her!
Betty didn't know what to do. Unreality seemed to have taken over, but Harvey kept on licking and sucking at her heated, openly throbbing cunt, and the sensations of pure, passionate arousal continued to surge through her. But apart from that, the inescapable fact was that Jean was astride her face, her wet, pulsating pussy firmly planted on her mouth! Her soft, supple thighs gripped Betty's face in a strong grasp, holding her immobile. Oh God, what am I going to do now? she thought helplessly, her reason deserting her for a long moment.
She hovered mindlessly on the edge of indecision. But a sudden, piercing thought assailed her. Why stop now? The revelation burned into her brain like a red-hot arrow. Why hesitate now about licking Jean's cunt, after all you've been through? Why not pass on to the other woman, who was after all, her friend, the wonderful pleasurable sensations that Harvey was arousing in her? Why not indeed? With lurid suddenness, the idea of kissing another woman's pussy while her lover was slavering and groveling between her own legs, struck Betty with the force of a mailed fist.
And, without giving herself time to think, she reached out tentatively with her tongue and dabbed at the throbbing pink openness of Jean's quivering pussy. It felt and tasted amazingly good and Betty was rewarded by a sobbing moan from Jean, who began to screw her moistly pulsing pussy down on Betty's now-eager mouth. Again, Betty reached out with her tongue and began to swipe carefully at the wetly squirming flesh, dipping her organ deeper and harder each time into the velvety folds. She began to savor the sweet taste of the other woman's vagina, and inhaled the exotic fragrance of her redolent cunt.
She stiffened her tongue and burrowed it incessantly into the sensitively writhing flesh, tasting the first flow of excitedly secreting feminine juices which misted down over her wet, flushed face. Eagerly, she sought out the hard little knob of the other woman's clitoris and titillated it cunningly between her teeth, and then began to nibble excruciatingly at the soft little inner lips which lay like a protective collar around the clenching star-shaped hole of her grasping pussy.
Betty sucked and licked ravenously at Jean's grinding pussy, just as Harvey, spurred on by the sight of his assistant astride his mistress's face, slavered lewdly between Betty's cream-white, moisture-drenched thighs. Jean's softly clenching buttocks were like flaccid mounds around Betty's chin and her ivory smooth thighs were clamped in a vise-like grip on either side of her face. Betty moaned with mounting pleasure into the secret warmth of Jean's tingling cunt as the other woman's hands reached down and began to caress and fondle her palpitating breasts, tweaking the hardening little nipples between her fingers, adding to the tremendous swells of pleasure swirling through her.
Betty was reaching new heights of undreamed-of pleasure. She reveled in taking part in such a lascivious trio in a way she had never experienced before, and the idea that she was actually licking and kissing another woman's pussy filled her with perverted excitement. She had never dreamed that she, Doug's wife, would ever get involved in anything like this, and certainly not so wholeheartedly. But as she told herself again and again, she was a changed woman now, and her body had become accustomed to all kinds of bizarre sex.
Jean was moaning and mewling like a wild animal above her, bouncing around on her face with quickening jerks, and Betty realized that she must be approaching orgasm already. Then, suddenly, Betty felt the other woman's body stiffen almost like a rock, and then she seemed to explode in a million fragments.
"Aaaaaahhhh… I'm cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" Jean sobbed, her body twisting and flailing almost out of control. Betty's face was drenched with her flowing secretions and she thought she'd suffocate from the frantic grip the other woman kept on her pussy-covered face.
But even as Jean was moaning with passionate abandon, Betty felt the familiar spasms begin to contort her own body. Harvey redoubled his efforts, forcing his exhausted tongue again and again into the frenetically clutching sheath of her hungrily welcoming vagina, swirling it around with maddening deftness.
And then, for Betty, too, the moment was there.
Her cries of intense pleasure were buried and muffled in Jean's still throbbing pussy, as her whole body flailed and gyrated like a top, her thighs viciously glued to Harvey's face, grinding her lust-swollen pussy against his pleasure-giving mouth.
Wave after wave of almost unbearable pleasure assailed her, and the full force of her warm orgasmic juices cascaded down over Harvey's furiously working mouth. Jean had already fallen back on the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It seemed to Betty as if the room was revolving around her and she was aware of nothing but the tingling between her legs, which still erupted into sparks of searing ecstasy which showered through her aroused flesh and burned into the very core of her being.
When at last, her body was quiet, but still warm and flushed, she released her thigh-hold on her lover, and collapsed back on the bed beside the woman to whom she had given pleasure equal only to that which she herself had received.