When Mike arrived home from his trip, he wanted to hear all about my experience with Martha. I told him about it, but I told him what he wanted to hear.
"It was nice," I told him. "But I still like your cock better. I want to be able to have other women some times, just for something different, but nothing could replace your cock."
Mike watched me carefully. He looked into my eyes as if trying to see there the proof that I was telling the truth. I looked back at him steadily, trying hard to conceal my discomfort at having lied to him.
I then recounted all the details. Throughout, Mike kept up his careful surveillance of my facial expressions. He looked hard for a sign that I had enjoyed it more than I enjoyed sex with him, but I was cautious: I underplayed greatly the amount of satisfaction I had received.
When I had finished my story, Mike smiled. "It sounds like fun. Just as long as it didn't feel as good as when I fuck you," he said. "When do we try three-way sex?" he asked.
"Martha says Bill might be a problem. He'd want to be included if he knew about it," I answered.
"Martha will lie to him, I'm sure," Mike said.
Mike was right. Martha did lie to Bill. She called me the day after Mike got home to tell me about it.
"Hi, Lori," she purred. "Everything's okay for tomorrow night if that's a good time for you. I told Bill that you were having some problems and that we needed to talk them over. He wasn't suspicious at all."
I couldn't help laughing. Martha was resourceful and had no qualms about lying to her husband.
"See you about eight," I said.
"Bye. I'll be there," she said and hung up.
I felt elated at first. Then the potential problems began to haunt me. I would have to restrain myself to keep Mike from realizing the extent of my pleasure. It would be difficult to keep him from making unfavorable comparisons, especially if I didn't come when he fucked me or ate me. There was another problem, a more long-term problem. For married women, lesbian sex as a steady means of gratification just wasn't very feasible. Nor was three-way sex well-suited to a situation where four was a more convenient number.
There were the parties, of course, but they would provide only a partial solution. Occasional cunt-lapping sessions with women like Martha also provided only a partial solution. Neither provided frequent enough lesbian or three-way sex. If I really got to like that type of sex, and I was sure I would, it would be difficult to have it often enough to keep me satisfied. I didn't let these problems bother me too much, but they stayed in the back of my mind. I didn't know at the time that this dilemma would encourage me to look for Susan.
On the night we had chosen for three-way sex, Mike and I both walked around the house in a state of high excitement. Mike's big hard-on bulged out his pants and my cunt was damp.
When the doorbell rang, we both leaped up to answer it. We arrived at the door simultaneously and we grabbed for the doorknob at the same time. When our hands met, we looked at each other and smiled. Then I opened the door and Martha stepped in.
This time Martha made no pretense of cool sophistication. She was ready for the fucking and sucking. Instead of a dress, she wore a tiny mini-skirt and halter. The skirt was barely long enough to cover her pussy; it showed off her long slim legs and alluring, well-shaped thighs. Her halter was not up to the job of restraining her jugs. They bounced up and down as she walked in.
"Hi, folks," she said, her voice low and throaty. Martha seemed much more relaxed and comfortable than she had last time she had visited. I realized that I was much more relaxed, too, despite the problems that might occur.
It was Martha's actions even more than her clothing that showed the abandonment of her usual reserve. As she walked in, she kissed Mike on the lips and grabbed his cock with one hand. The other hand reached out and went between my legs, up my dress.
I hadn't worn underwear again and my cunt was already wet, so Martha's probing fingers found what they had hoped to find. The hand that reached for Mike found what it wanted, too. Martha groaned with anticipation as she rubbed Mike's hard-on through his pants.
We stood there like that for a few minutes. Then Martha stopped kissing Mike and began kissing me, at the same time keeping her hands on my cunt and Mike's cock.
By now, Mike and I were ready to reciprocate. Mike stuck his hand inside Martha's mini-skirt. She had taken a hint from me and hadn't worn any panties either. Mike plunged his thumb into her snatch, using his biggest, strongest finger to prepare her for the later assaults of his cock.
I caressed Martha's tits through the halter. Then I pulled one boob out of the halter and began to rub the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Next I dropped my hand down to Martha's cunt. Mike's finger had already filled it, so I stuck one finger up Martha's tight asshole.
Martha stopped kissing me. "This is great," she panted. "But let me get out of these clothes."
We walked back into the living room. Martha reached behind her and unhooked her halter, letting it drop to the floor. She undid her mini-skirt and stepped out of it. Last, she let her high platform shoes clatter to the floor.
Martha looked at us impatiently. We had been watching her undress and hadn't taken off any of our own clothes.
"Come on. Let's get started," she told us.
I undressed quickly and left my clothes on the floor next to Martha's. Mike took his clothes off and hung them over the back of a chair. Martha and I both stared at his erect cock; lesbian tendencies or not, we both knew a good hunk of meat when we saw it.
Martha took charge. "Mike, you lie down on the floor," she instructed.
Mike did as she asked. He thought he knew what she had in mind. He lay on his back, his cock sticking up nearly a foot into the air. Martha climbed astride him and let herself down slowly on his prick, allowing it to part the lips of her cunt. As it went in her gash, she rocked back and forth, rubbing the head of Mike's cock against her clit. She moved down slowly, letting his cock slip into her hole an inch at a time.
When Mike's cock had penetrated as far inside her snatch as it could possibly go, Martha motioned for me to join them. I didn't know exactly what to do, so Martha told me.
"Sit on his face," she ordered.
I sat down on Mike's face, thrusting my cunt down at his mouth. I faced Martha, who had begun to bounce up and down rapidly on Mike's cock. Martha reached out and hugged me to her and we kissed.
We had formed one of the many triangles possible in three-way sex. Mike was the base of the triangle, his prick and tongue joining him to Martha and me, who were in turn joined by our mouths and tongues.
Martha's kissing grew more and more frantic. Her tongue explored my mouth and then moved outside, rubbing softly against my ear, then against my neck. I moved my mouth around, too. I kissed Martha's neck and then moved to her tit lavishing most of my attention on those beautiful nipples.
Meanwhile, Mike ate out my cunt with a lot of energy and not a little skill. Nevertheless, it didn't compare to the sensation when Martha had eaten my twat a few days before. Mike licked at my clit, but when he plunged inside my cunt, he stayed there too long, as if he were trying to make his tongue act like a cock. When he did lick my clit, he wasn't as gentle as Martha had been. He licked with the same force from start to finish, never varying the pressure to suit my own level of passion.
Martha was the first to come. Her already stiff nipples hardened even more. She stopped kissing my body and buried her head against my tits, her soft cheek against my nipples. At the same time, she pushed her cunt down hard on Mike's cock.
"What a cock! What a fucking cock!" Martha cried.
Then the full force of her orgasm hit her. Screaming and yelling, she bounced up and down on Mike's cock as fast as she could. Now her lips were all over me, kissing my tits, my neck, my face.
Martha's frenzied climax encouraged Mike. He ate my cunt voraciously while he shoved his cock up into Martha's bucking snatch, rising into the air to meet her each time she descended.
Mike came next. His tongue snaked way into my cunt and stayed there. I looked down and saw that all his muscles had tensed. I could see a few drops of jizz drip out of Martha's twat as Mike's load filled her to overflowing.
I was the only one who had not come. I knew that I had to do something so Mike wouldn't be upset later when Martha made me climax.
I tried to make it feel better. I pushed my cunt down on Mike's face, pressing it against his mouth. It felt good, but not as good as Martha's mouth had felt.
I did the only thing I could do. I exaggerated my pleasure. I yelled and screamed and contracted my cunt muscles as if I were enjoying one of the best orgasms of my life. His tongue had felt good on my snatch, but not that good. I hoped my act had footed him.
I felt slightly frustrated at my inability to climax with Mike. It was the first time since I had met him that he had been unable to bring me to orgasm. Still, I wasn't too upset. I knew my frustration would disappear soon when Martha ate my cunt out. I wouldn't remain unfulfilled for long.
Mike took charge of our next triangular arrangement. Martha had directed the first scenario and perhaps Mike had resented a woman taking control of things. Or maybe he just thought his idea was a good one. Whatever his motivation, he began to order Martha and me around.
"Lie down on this, Lori," he said, holding up a pillow from the sofa.
He put it down on the floor and I did as he asked. I lay down with the pillow underneath my rib-cage. That way, my ass and cunt were elevated into the air.
"Now you lie down in front of Lori. Spread your legs wide for her," Mike told Martha.
Now I realized what he had in mind. I would eat Martha's pussy while Mike would fuck me from behind. I wondered if he would screw me in the ass or in the cunt.
Martha lay down in front of me and spread her legs wide, her dripping snatch open to view. Then Mike lay down on top of me and shoved his prick into my cunt.
The position offered entertaining vistas for all three: Martha could look down and see me licking her cunt; I could look into her beautiful twat; Mike could look down and see my ass or he could look up slightly and see me eating out Martha.
Martha's cunt tasted differently than it had tasted the other night. I recognized the familiar taste of jism mixed in with her cunt-juice. It was not an unpleasant taste, but it was different than the taste of her pure, unadulterated pussy-cream.
I lapped it up as eagerly as I had lapped up her cunt-juice a few nights before. I gulped it greedily, taking it into my mouth and then swallowing it.
Meanwhile, Mike's prick moved in and out of my cunt. Doggie-style fucking was one of my favorites. I enjoyed the feel of Mike's hairy thighs against the smooth flesh of my ass. Moreover, the thickest part of Mike's prick came into frequent contact with my clit, more so than in more conventional positions.
Mike seemed excited by the sight of my blonde head buried in Martha's snatch. The sound excited him, too. We made a lot of noise, Martha's loud exclamations of pleasure joining the soft, pleasing sound of my rhythmic lapping on her cunt. Mike fucked me so hard that he drove me forward on each thrust, pushing me closer to Martha's straining snatch. I felt as if I would disappear into Martha's hole if Mike kept slamming his cock into my cunt so furiously.
Martha had the least patience. Her hands shoved my head closer to her cunt, combining with the force of Mike's thrusts to press my face tightly against her dripping snatch. I could tell that Martha's climax was approaching, so I moved my tongue as fast as I could along her trembling clit. I also shoved one finger into her asshole. I didn't move cautiously. I shoved until the entire length of my finger had disappeared in her shitter.
My finger in her ass was all Martha needed to reach orgasm. Her ass muscles closed on my finger and juice poured from her cunt all over my face. She rotated her crotch feverishly while her hands pressed insistently on my head.
I wanted to come, knowing that if I did, it would make it easier for Mike to accept my lesbianism. I threw my ass and cunt up at him, daring him to fuck me harder.
Mike didn't let me down, but I still couldn't come. In and out, his steel-hard rod efficiently fucked me, but I didn't even come near climaxing.
Again, I put on an act. Partially smothered by Martha's cunt, soft moans escaped my lips. I contracted my cunt muscles op his cock and rolled back and forth beneath him as if I were lost in the throes of orgasm. I prayed that my act was good enough to fool him once again.
Excited by what he thought was the two of us coming, Mike popped his wad. He lurched forward and let go, filling my twat with his load. I felt the hot spunk coat the inside of my cunt and then overflow, dripping down my thighs, but even that wasn't enough to drive me to orgasm.
Mike pulled his cock out. Then he pointed his cock at the entrance to my asshole. A few drops of cum dripped into my bung. My ass had always been extremely sensitive and the hot jizz felt good as it dripped into the tiny, dry hole. I wondered if I would have come if Mike had fucked me up the ass, but I decided that I probably would still have failed to orgasm.
I hadn't been shocked at Mike's inability to bring me off with his tongue. After all, he couldn't hope to match a woman's expertise in that area. I was surprised, however, that his prick hadn't brought me to climax. I had difficulty with Barry, of course, but Barry wasn't Mike. I had expected Mike's big prick to maintain its power over me, no matter how anxious I was to have Martha lick out my snatch.
I was tired, exhausted, and a little worried, but I was still anxious for what had to be next on our agenda. Logically, the next step would be for Martha to eat me while Mike fucked her.
Mike had another suggestion, however, and it both alarmed and cheered me. "I'd like to watch you two," he said.
I would have to be careful. If Mike were watching, he would be more likely to notice bow I responded to Martha. I decided that whatever happened, however good it felt, I would not show my feelings. I would act like I enjoyed it, of course. But I would not let my husband know how much I was enjoying it.
It was time to begin. I removed the pillow from underneath my stomach and rolled over on my side. Martha lay down next to me, her head next to my cunt, my head next to her cunt.
Mike sat down on the couch to watch. "Take your time, girls," he told us. "Don't rush. I've been looking forward to seeing this."
Simultaneously, Martha and I buried our heads in each other's pussies. We started slowly, licking and nibbling around the edges of each other's cunts without moving to the real goodies.
I thought I would die with expectation as Martha's soft tongue caressed my flesh. I couldn't hold myself back and I moved up after a short while to Martha's slit. Following the instructions she had given me last time, I plunged in to her wet gash. Then I drew my tongue out and transferred the sticky spit and cunt-juice to her clit. I hoped that she would immediately do the same for me.
Martha waited a few seconds before following suit. She moved her tongue beyond my cunt first. She probed into my asshole, tickling it on the outside, then going inside a few inches.
Next Martha moved her tongue to my cunt. She went in for the juices, then devoted her attention to my clit. This was what I wanted. I felt like digging my fingers into her flesh, pulling her closer to me, but I held back, afraid what Mike would think.
Martha vibrated her tongue against my clit and, for an instant, I thought I would lose control. Somehow, I kept my passion bottled up inside me. I continued to lick at Martha's cunt, but I didn't moan, tear at her, or give any other signs that my passion was so incredibly intense.
As if by prearranged plan, each of us stuck one finger into the other's cunt-hole and moved the other hand around to grip each other's asses.
Martha ate my cunt as skillfully as she had done before. She tongued my clit softly at first, while my passion increased. Then, as I got more and more aroused, she used her tongue more vigorously, pressing my clit from side to side then running the very tip of her tongue up and down the tiny shaft.
A few moments of such stimulation and I was ready to come. By now I had forgotten all about Mike and about my concern for what he would see and hear. I held Martha as tightly as I could while my greedy tongue lapped at her cunt. Meanwhile, I ground my cunt at her, wanting her to do all she could to make me climax.
Martha slowed down. She told me later that she was worried that if I lost control, Mike would get mad. She was right about that. She moved her tongue more deliberately, still on my clit, but much more softly, so that my excitement declined slightly.
I realized then how close I had come to ruining everything. It had happened too fast. I had forgotten quickly about the need to keep a lid on my passions, to prevent them from exploding openly. As Martha slowed down, I re-established my hold on myself. I decided that no matter how good Martha's tongue felt, I would keep at least part of my mind isolated from that erotic stimulation. I felt worried, even as Martha continued to lick my clit softly.
Those soft tongue caresses felt great! Still, I was confident. As long as Martha held back, I could keep some control over my reactions.
I wanted to yell out my passion as my cunt pulsated against Martha's tongue, but I didn't. Once or twice, I started jerking my cunt at Martha, shoving it in her face, at the same time using my hands to pull Martha's cunt to my face. This was the only sign of the heat that burned within me. On the outside at least, I didn't appear any hotter than usual. I doubted if Mike could guess that an unusually hot flame of passion burned in my cunt.
I wanted to writhe around, to roll back and forth on the floor, but I held myself still. Paradoxically, my effort at self-control began to increase the intensity of the feeling in my cunt. Instead of being diffused over my whole body, my excitement centered on my clit. With my feelings thus concentrated, I began to approach orgasm once again.
Even as I felt myself coming, I determined to hold back. Martha must have forgotten about Mike because she pulled a new trick out of her bag. This little novelty undid all her good work of the evening.
Just as I began to come, Martha stopped licking my clit. Instead, she took the clit between her lips and sucked. The sucking was one of the most intensely erotic sensations I had ever felt.
I forgot where I was, what I was doing, whom I was doing it with. I lived only for the delicious suction on my clit. I forgot about will power, about control, about anything but that incredible feeling.
I moved higher and higher. The fire within me got hotter and hotter. As my orgasm peaked, I frantically lapped at Martha's cunt, with no rhythm, no plan, but with my own fantastic orgasm giving frenetic energy to my tongue.
Martha soon let loose a shuddering climax. Her legs went slack, then tightened like a vise around my head. The suction on my clit grew stronger. It almost hurt, but was at the fine line that divided tremendous pleasure from searing pain.
My orgasm went on seemingly forever. Then, as I came back to reality, I realized the enormity of my mistake. I had forgotten about Mike! I had gone through one of the best orgasms of my life while in the embrace of another woman and had been stupid enough to do it right in front of my husband!
Had he realized it? I wondered. How much of it had been visible? Had I betrayed the feelings inside me? Did Mike realize the difference between that orgasm and the act I had put on when he ate me or fucked me?
Mike's face was a mask. He betrayed no emotion, but I knew him well enough to know that be was angry. His eyes were cold and his fists were clenched, but his face was totally impassive.
I felt uneasy. He couldn't have missed the obvious, I decided. I wondered what he would do now. "Well, I guess it's time to go," I said, my matter-of-fact words not hiding the unease inside me.
"Yeah, we'd better go," Mike said slowly. He bit off his words as he spoke, as if he were afraid that if he relaxed and spoke in his normal manner, he might say something he would later regret.
We got dressed, said goodnight to Martha, and then went upstairs to bed. For a few moments, Mike lay next to me without speaking. Then, he exploded.
"You must be a Goddamn dyke!" he shouted. "I've never seen you come like that."
"I'm not a dyke," I told him. "It felt good, but it feels good when I'm with you, too."
"Why didn't you come with me as hard as you did with her?"
"I did, but you were too busy to notice," I explained.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, puzzled by my words.
"When you're making love to me, you aren't sitting there staring at me. So you don't know precisely how I react."
"That's true," Mike admitted. "But there's one thing wrong with your explanation. I've seen you at the parties with other men and you don't get nearly as aroused with them as you did tonight with Martha." Mike's comments worried me, but I felt relieved, too. He had noticed a difference between my orgasms with Martha and my supposed orgasms with him, but at least he hadn't noticed that I had been acting when I was with him.
I decided to try to weaken his criticism by flattering him.
"Those aren't men like you," I told him. I hoped that he would leave me alone after I told him that.
Mike looked dubious. "I think you're trying to massage my ego. I hate to admit it, but a lot of the other guys fuck you pretty well. You're trying to tell me that they don't excite you as much as Martha excites you, but that I do?"
"It's the truth, Mike," I assured him. "Don't forget that when Martha ate me tonight, you'd already licked my pussy and fucked me. That helped prepare me." I didn't tell him that I had hardly been stimulated at all by what he had done to me.
"Okay, Lori," he told me. "If you say so, I'll believe you. But it worries me that you like Martha better than most men, if not better than me. Maybe you'll decide someday that you like sex with her better than with me. I told you that you were in trouble if you preferred women to men. You've already admitted that you do. I should put a stop to this lesbian stuff, but I won't if I ever decide you like women better than me, you're really in trouble. Don't ever forget that."
He wasn't finished. "From now on, no more private get togethers with just you and one other woman. If you want to be with another woman at the parties, that's fine. From now on, your main contact with other women will be at the parties or three-way sex with me involved. That way I'll be able to keep an eye on you. And I'll be able to enjoy three-way sex."
I decided that Mike's plan was at least a partial victory for me, but it was still upsetting. I would still be able to have sexual contacts with other women, but they wouldn't be very frequent. I had been worried before about having lesbian sex often enough to be satisfied; now that Mike had prohibited one-to-one lesbian relationships, I had lost one potential source of satisfaction. I still could have them if I wanted to do so behind Mike's back, but I didn't want to do that. I didn't feel badly about lying to him when it meant lying about my feelings, but I never could have lied to him about a secret relationship. That left the parties and three-way sex. My partial victory was better than nothing, I knew, but I was still worried about the future.
There was only one answer. Mike and I would have to find a woman who would regularly have three-way sex with us. It wouldn't be easy. As the problems Martha had with Bill made me realize, it wasn't always easy to find a woman who could free herself of her husband for three-way sex. We would have to find a single woman who wanted to have three-way sex and have it often. But how could we find one?
I decided to confront Mike with the problem and with my vague solution.
"Mike, I think it will be difficult to have three-way sex very often. Martha had to lie to Bill in order to join us tonight. Most married women will have that problem. We need to find at single woman so those problems don't happen."
"Yeah," Mike said. "But this is suburbia. We don't know anyone single. How can we find someone single who's also bisexual?"
"We could ask around," I suggested. It was a pretty lame idea and I knew it.
"Sure. Maybe we'll find someone by 1980."
"We could look in the personal ads in the underground newspaper," I suggested. "We might find something. We have nothing to lose."
"Good idea," Mike said. "I'll go buy one."
He returned about fifteen minutes later. We scanned the personal columns. There was nothing promising – mostly gay males and a few horny people of either sex looking for individual who might satisfy them. No bi-females looking for attractive young couples.
I felt discouraged, but Mike didn't. "It might take a while," he said. "Just be patient."
I had no choice but to wait. I was impatient, anxious, horny for other women; nevertheless, there was little I could do except wait for the next party, for Martha's next visit, for three-way sex, or for us to find someone in the paper.
I didn't realize it, but we were close to discovering Susan. It would only be a few weeks before we found each other. If I had known that, I wouldn't have been as anxious.
The dream continued, of course, but now it bothered me as much as it had at first. The future was so uncertain that I couldn't wake up from the dream sure that my lust would soon be satisfied. Moreover, now that Mike's prick had lost much of its ability to satisfy me, his cock couldn't banish for me the disturbing thoughts that plagued me when I awakened from the dream.