She knows exactly what to do when to extract every bit of pleasure from me, along with every drop of cum. We finally slept after a long love-making session, the kind I had thought only well-practiced partners could enjoy.
I woke up spooned behind my wife, my morning wood wedged between the firm cheeks of her sweet ass. The feel of her skin on mine, the warmth of her buttocks on my genitals, made me reach around her to fondle her breast. With sleep in her voice, Cindy asked, "You didn't fuck her ass, did you?"
"No."
"You can do that while I sixty-nine with her. Invite her for dinner this weekend. Make sure she knows she's spending the night, okay?"
"Sure."
"Good. Now let me suck you till you're nice and hard and wet. I want you in my ass," Cindy said.
Friday night came, and Liz appeared at our door. She looked a little nervous, even though I had told her that my wife knew what we had done in my camper. Dinner was amazing, as usual when Cindy entertains, and she did her best to put Liz at ease by chatting with her throughout the meal. After dessert, we moved to the living room for drinks and more conversation. I lit a fire in the fireplace, while Cindy excused herself and went to our bedroom.
Liz sat on the couch, and when I was satisfied with the fire, I sat down next to her. "Liz," I said, "you've seemed on edge all night. Are you having second thoughts about being here?"
She blushed a little and fidgeted, playing with the hem of her little black dress and crossing and un-crossing her slender but shapely legs. "I guess I'm just nervous about being in the home of a woman whose husband I've slept with. I never was with a married man before."
Cindy returned to the room at that point, wearing a long, filmy black dressing gown. It was part of an ensemble I had bought her for her birthday a few years earlier, so I knew that under the gown she was wearing the matching baby-doll negligee and crotchless panties that she always wore when we were bringing a new woman into our lives. Cindy said, "I couldn't help overhearing what you said, dear. I hope Paul told you that our marriage arrangement allows us to play with others. That is, as long as we share. Tell me, have you ever been with a married woman before?"
"No," Liz said in a small voice, chewing on her lower lip.
"Hmmm," Cindy mused. "Well, maybe we can make you more comfortable. Paul, would you help me with this?" She stood in front of the fireplace and untied the sash on her gown.
I patted Liz on the knee and went over to Cindy. I slipped the gown off her shoulders, revealing the filmy garments underneath. Cindy's erect nipples showed proudly through the flimsy fabric, but she stood with her legs together, concealing the fact that her pussy was exposed. I draped the gown over a nearby chair, and then pulled my wife to me and kissed her.
"Show our new playmate what we like to do, honey," Cindy said.
I pulled Cindy to me, and began to kiss her passionately. I slipped a strap of her negligee off her shoulder, exposing one of her high, full breasts and palming the nipple with my hand. I began to kiss and lick my way from her face, down the side of her neck, onto her shoulder, and eventually to her breast. Cindy, meanwhile, was caressing my ass through my clothes. When I untied the laces that held the negligee closed and slipped it off her, Cindy pushed herself away from me and stood, facing Liz, her legs slightly apart so that Liz could peek at her wet sex, exposed through her panties.
Cindy turned back to me, pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it on the chair with her gown. She then bent at the waist facing me, her lush, toned ass facing Liz. From her sweet aroma, I knew that Cindy was wet, and I imagined Liz would soon be able to see Cindy's abundant moisture glistening on the insides of her thighs. My wife then unfastened my trousers, and let them fall to the floor. I had gone commando, so my half-erect cock was exposed to my student.
"Paul tells me you're a good little cocksucker," Cindy said, looking over her shoulder at the girl on our couch. "This is how I like to do it." She took my cock in her hand, lifted it up against my belly, and began licking my scrotum, eventually taking my testicles into her mouth, sucking and slurping noisily. She then bathed my cock with her talented tongue. After only a few moments of this, my penis, now fully engorged, began to leak pre-cum. Cindy is very good at what she does.
Liz was watching with rapt attention. I could see her face flushing, and her thighs began to part slowly, allowing me a peek at her panties. Soon, I could see the lacy white fabric darken with moisture.
Cindy turned us so we were presenting a profile view to Liz, squatted in front of me, and enveloped me in her mouth. As she bobbed her head back and forth on my cock, she began to tease her own sex with her fingers. After all these years, Cindy can gauge my level of arousal well, so she knew when it was time to stop so I wouldn't cum. She pulled her mouth off me, helped me off with my pants and shoes, slipped off her panties, and stood up to face Liz.
"Come here, sweetie. It's time for you to join us," Cindy purred.
Liz stood up, looking very nervous. Cindy went to her, took her hand, and led her over to me where I stood on the bearskin rug in front of the fire. She embraced Liz gently. "Have you ever had your pussy licked?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, I love it when a man does that for me," Liz answered.
"Has a woman ever done that for you?" Cindy asked, running her hands lightly over Liz's breasts and ass.
"No," Liz whispered. I could see her trembling slightly.
"Then you've never really had your pussy licked," Cindy said. She turned Liz to face me, and pulled down the zipper on the back of my student's dress. She worked the little black dress up over Liz's head, leaving her standing in front of me in her damp white lacy panties and her black, strap-on, stiletto-heeled platform shoes. My cock twitched at the sight.
Cindy unfastened the tie that held Liz's long dark ponytail and gathered the hair in one hand so she could kiss the back of Liz's neck. Pulling Liz back against her, Cindy ground her pelvis against her ass and reached around her to fondle her hard nipples. "I think she likes this, Paul," Cindy giggled.
My wife then sank to her knees behind Liz, raining kisses down her back as she went. When she got to her ass, Cindy pulled Liz's sodden panties down and helped her step out of them. The look of apprehension in Liz's eyes was being replaced by a look of need. She stood there, naked except for her "fuck-me" shoes.
"Let's have you lie down here and get comfortable," Cindy said, helping Liz to lie on her back on the rug in front of me. "Now, sweetie, no one knows what a woman needs better than another woman," my wife said. "I'm going to show you what I mean."
Gently pushing Liz's legs apart, Cindy lay on her belly between them. The first touch of my wife's tongue to Liz's private parts brought a little gasp from both of them. Cindy licked her delicately, using just the tip of her tongue to explore the girl's outer lips. "Mmmm," Cindy whispered. "She's sweet. No wonder you like her, Paul."
I watched for a while, my erection throbbing with my pulse, as my wife pleasured our new lover. It didn't take long for Liz to begin moving her hips up to meet Cindy's probing tongue. Soon, Liz's hands strayed to her own breasts and began fondling and squeezing the nipples.
Cindy paused for a moment. "Honey, help her with those," she said, pointing to Liz's breasts.
I lay down next to Liz and began licking and kissing her nipples. They were impossibly hard. I took one between my teeth and bit gently, just enough to allow me hold it still as I raked my tongue back and forth across it. Liz gasped at the sensation, and began rolling her hips faster, causing Cindy's tongue to play on her.
Cindy can cum from performing oral sex on a man or a woman, even without being physically stimulated herself. I could tell from the sweet whimpers coming from deep in my wife's chest that this was turning her on, and Liz's arousal was obvious. When she finally grabbed a handful of Cindy's hair, forcing my wife's face into her crotch, I sucked as much of Liz's tit into my mouth as I could.
The women reached their climaxes at the same time, Liz bucking her hips and Cindy writhing between her legs. The sight of two beautiful women in the throes of orgasm, the sounds they made, and the aroma of sex heavy in the air, made me want release badly, too.
When Liz finally released her death-grip on my wife, Cindy crawled away from her and smiled at me. Her face was wet with Liz's juice. "Did you like that, Paul?" she asked.
"Hell, yes, honey. That was wonderful. You two are so beautiful and so damn hot!" I said.
Liz propped herself up on one elbow to look at us. Her face was damp and flushed. "I never thought of myself as a lesbian," she said.
Cindy said, "You're not, unless you've now decided that you like women better than men. I'm bi – I love to play with both pussies and cocks. And speaking of cocks, let's make him cum."
My wife motioned for me to lie on my back, and she knelt next to me and leaned over to kiss my belly. "Would you like to help me blow my husband?"
Liz, still looking a bit overwhelmed from her orgasm, knelt next to me opposite Cindy, and began running her fingertips lightly over my cock and balls. At a nod from Cindy, Liz leaned down and licked away the drop of pre-cum that was dripping from me. When she pulled back, Cindy took her place, bathing my shaft with her tongue. Liz then grasped my manhood and began sucking on the head of my dick. After a few good slurps and sucks, she pointed me toward Cindy, who plunged her mouth down onto me.
Cindy bobbed her head up and down, taking me deep into her mouth, and then released me and pointed me back toward Liz. They alternated like this for a while, teasing me, stroking me, licking me, sucking me, until I knew I was going to unload. Cindy knew it, too, and when her final turn came, she clamped her lips firmly onto my shaft and raked her tongue back and forth on the head of my cock, willing me to cum.
I blasted my spunk into my wife's mouth, grunting with each rope that escaped me. When I was done, Cindy pulled her lips carefully off my tired manhood, grabbed Liz, and forced her tongue into the girl's mouth. For a second, Liz looked surprised, but then returned the kiss with passion, using her tongue to take some of my cum from my wife's mouth. Finally, both girls swallowed and showed me their empty mouths.
I crawled back out of the way, and Cindy lay down on her back, pulling Liz with her into a tight embrace. They resumed their kissing, and soon, Liz's hand moved down to Cindy's breasts. When she found a nipple, Liz rolled it between her fingers as they continued to French kiss. Soon, both women were fondling each other's pussies.
Breaking the kiss, Cindy asked Liz, "Are you ready to lick me?"
"I've never done that before," Liz said.
"I know. It's okay. Just do to me what I did to you. Do what you think would feel good. Here, let me remind you." Cindy helped Liz to move over her in a sixty-nine position. Liz looked a bit apprehensive, but when Cindy buried a finger inside Liz's dripping cunt, Liz took a few tentative licks at my wife's clean-shaven mound. Soon, it was obvious that both girls were enjoying themselves.
Cindy looked at me and smiled. Then she ran her tongue slowly from Liz's clit, through her lips, plunging into her vagina for a moment, and finishing by licking Liz's puckered pink star. That made Liz cry out, "Oh, God, I never knew having my ass played with would feel so good!"
"If you'd like, baby, Paul will put something in there that will feel much better than my tongue," Cindy said.
"You mean, fucking my ass, Doc?" Liz asked.
"Has anyone ever done that to you before, baby?" I responded.
"You're the first people to ever really touch me there," Liz said. "Won't it hurt?"
"Paul knows what he's doing, sweetie," my wife said. "He'll be gentle the first time."
Cindy had more confidence in my self-control than I did. Seeing that luscious, innocent ass, above the tight pussy my beautiful and lusty wife was devouring, inspired some nice new fantasies.
Gently massaging her buttocks with my one hand, I slowly worked the index finger of the other into Liz's little hole. "Relax, honey," I said. "Just relax and enjoy."
"How am I supposed to relax when your wife is making me crazy?" Liz gasped. "She's gonna make me cum again!"
"Cindy," I said, "can you ease up on her for a minute?"
"Fuck that, baby, wait your turn! I want to drink her again," my wife snarled. "Liz, do this to me, baby." Cindy worked two fingers into Liz's tight pussy and began sawing away on her g-spot.
"OH, FUCK!" Liz screamed, as her nectar began to flow freely down Cindy's fingers.
The wonderful thing about sex with Cindy is that she gets so much pleasure out of making someone else cum that it puts her right on the edge. Even as Liz was still shuddering from the aftershocks of her own orgasm, she managed to catapult Cindy over that edge.
Finally, both girls stopped shaking. Liz looked too weak to move, so I lifted her and turned her around to lie next to my wife. Cindy quickly pulled Liz to her and spooned tight against her, kissing her on the neck and shoulders. "Ready for more, Liz?"
"No. No. Not right now. I'm sorry. I just have to rest a little, catch my breath," Liz said in a tired voice. "God, I've never cum that hard with anyone except Doc."
"Good," Cindy said, "good. I hoped you'd have a good time. I knew you were a good little cocksucker, but you're a good little cunt-licker, too." She kissed Liz's shoulder again, stroking some damp strands of that sexy dark hair off the girl's neck. "Why don't we all have a nice soak in a warm bubble bath? We can relax and then maybe we can all play some more."
I was almost done running the water when the girls came into the bathroom, Cindy carrying an armload of towels and Liz with a bottle of wine and three glasses. Of course, they were both still naked, as was I. The sight of these two wonderful women, young, petite, long-haired Liz and my taller, shorter-haired and incredibly sexy wife, brought my cock back to full readiness.
The girls settled into the tub while I busied myself opening the wine and filling our glasses. They sat side by side, fondling each other's breasts and staring at my erection as I joined them.
"In our house," Cindy said, "we wash each other whenever we can, and we always help our guests. Paul, would you help me get our new friend nice and clean?"
"It would be my pleasure," I replied as I began to gently stroke Liz's face with a washcloth. Cindy started on her throat, and slowly worked her way down to the girl's breasts, washing, fondling, and teasing her beautiful mounds with their hard nipples. Liz sat quietly, murmuring her appreciation.
I moved behind Liz and started bathing her back while Cindy concentrated on her front. Eventually, Cindy helped Liz to kneel between us, so we could concentrate on the areas we had already used, and on an area that had not yet been properly explored. As my wife stroked Liz's ripe and beautiful pussy, I bathed her ass, discarding the washcloth to allow my fingers to explore and probe her anus. Liz came again, luxurious and slow this time, when we each had fingers buried inside her.
We paused to sip our wine. "Are you having a good time, honey?" Cindy asked Liz.
"I never imagined this evening would end like this," Liz said.
"End? Who says it's ending? We're just taking a break," Cindy said, a wicked grin on her face. "Paul, look under that stack of towels. Is there something there that may be useful?"
I lifted the towels and found Cindy's favorite cock-shaped dildo and a bottle of lube.
"Liz, I hope we haven't gone too fast for you tonight," Cindy said. "We've introduced you to some things that apparently were new to you. Having a woman go down on you. Having you lick another woman. Sharing a married man with his wife. Are you ready for more?"
"I guess so," Liz answered. I could hear the uncertainty in her voice.
"Good," Cindy said. "Paul, hand me my toy. Come here, Liz honey. I promise you we'll be gentle." Cindy sat on the low ledge inside the tub, and drew Liz toward her. They embraced, and starting kissing slowly as I watched.
As my wife kissed my student, she maneuvered Liz so that her firm little ass was exposed to me. She rubbed the toy over Liz's breasts, then moved it down to tease her pussy. I could see the rubber cock rubbing back and forth over her lips, spreading them slightly, then moving away. Liz was gently humping against it.
Cindy looked at me and nodded. I opened the lube, coated my fingers with it, and stroked and probed Liz's asshole. Then I coated my cock with the goo and pressed the head against her pucker. "Are you ready for me?" I asked.
"Just take it slow," Liz breathed.
As I pushed my cock against her sphincter, Liz moaned, humping gently on Cindy's dildo. Cindy pushed the toy an inch into Liz's pussy, and at that moment, her asshole relaxed, allowing the head of my dick to enter her.
"Ooooh," Liz moaned. "Cindy, help me."
"What do you need, baby?" my wife asked, continuing to stimulate Liz's lips and clit with the toy.
"I need that toy inside me," Liz groaned.
"You want me and him in you at the same time? You want a DP?"
"Yes, please," Liz whimpered.
By this time, I was halfway inside her virgin asshole. She was hot and tight, and squirming like mad. Her words seemed as though she liked it, but her body language said otherwise.
"Liz," I said, "we don't have to do this."
"Yes, we do, dammit! Fuck me!"
Somehow, I managed to push the rest of my length into her until my groin was pressed tight to her buttocks. I stopped all my movement at that point to give Liz a chance to catch up, although I could feel my cock throbbing inside of her.
"Push that fucking toy all the way in, Cindy," Liz groaned. "If I'm going to be filled, then fill me right!"
Cindy eased the dildo into Liz's pussy. I could feel the toy against the underside of my cock through the thin tissues between her vagina and her rectum.
The poor girl was sweating profusely, struggling to adjust to these new sensations. Neither Cindy nor I moved.
After a moment, Liz said, "You guys are killing me. My God, I've never felt so stuffed. But I'm okay now, I think. Doc, start fucking me. Go slow until I'm used to it. Cindy, just hold the toy in there for a minute."
I pulled back slowly, so that only the head of my cock was still in her ass, and then advanced again, burying my full length inside her. After a dozen or so strokes, I could feel some of the tension leave her body.
"Okay Cindy, please start fucking me with your toy."
Cindy moved at the same pace I did, advancing when I retreated, and pulling out when I pushed. She was hugging Liz, caressing her hair and kissing her gently.
Liz was breathing deeper now, seeming both more relaxed and more turned on. She said, "I think I like this. It hurts a little, but it's so damn good!"
Cindy was the first girl I had ever had anal sex with. We had both been apprehensive at first, but found that we both enjoyed it. Even though Cindy's pussy is nice and tight, and fits me like a glove, her ass is even tighter. Sooner or later, every woman we brought to our bed tried it, too. Most came to enjoy it.
Liz was no exception. She began to move against me, thrusting me deeper and harder inside her. Cindy kept stroking the dildo in and out of Liz's swampy pussy, and soon I was pounding myself into her bowel.
"Cindy, my clit! Rub my clit! I'm gonna cum, I gonna cum, OH GOD!" Liz screamed. She began shaking violently, and reached back to me, digging her fingernails into my buttocks in an attempt to force me deeper into her. It was too much for me, and I pumped my semen into her ass.
When we were finished, Liz collapsed against Cindy. I knew I was done for the night, and from the looks of her, I could tell Liz was too. We cleaned ourselves up, got dried off, and went to our king size bed for some much-needed rest.
I was awakened the next morning by Cindy's voice. "Oh, yes, Liz, right there, right there!" she said. My wife was on her back, her legs spread, and my student was busily eating her. When I sat up to get a better look, Liz paused for a second to say, "Fuck me, Doc. Not my ass. I'm still a little sore, but my pussy really needs you."
After Liz had left, my wife and I sat at the kitchen table and talked.
"You found a live one this time," Cindy said with a smile.
"I thought you'd like her," I replied.
"I do," Cindy said. "Let's have her come over again next weekend.
Liz became a pretty regular guest at our house. She loved sex, every bit as much as Cindy and I do. We always had a great time, and Liz came to love fucking Cindy as much as she did fucking me. She even brought a friend over one time to introduce her to the pleasures of being with a woman. That night damn near killed me.
Usually, Cindy and I would be together with Liz, but occasionally Liz would visit in the evening when Cindy was teaching one of her late classes. That's where the trouble started. One night, just before Winter Break, Cindy came home to find Liz in bed with me. We had fallen asleep after a vigorous session, Liz on top of me where she had collapsed after her last orgasm. My wilted cock was still inside her.
I woke up to see Cindy standing next to the bed, quietly observing us. I'm not sure how long she had been there. I thought it odd that Cindy didn't crawl in bed with us. Instead, she shook Liz awake.
"Did you two have fun?" my wife asked.
"Hi honey. We always have fun. Don't we, Liz?"
Liz yawned and rolled off me. "We sure do. Your husband is damn good in bed, in case you hadn't noticed," she said.
"Yes, he is," Cindy said. "That's one of the reasons I married him. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to have a little alone time with him, assuming you haven't used him up."
I don't know if Liz heard the tone of Cindy's voice or noticed the set of her jaw, but I did. When we were dressed and Liz had left, I asked Cindy if anything was wrong.
"Wrong? Yeah, something's wrong. You know Liz talks in her sleep."
"Yeah, she does some times," I said.
"Did you hear her tonight?"
"No. What did she say?"
"The little bitch was telling you she loves you. 'I love you so much, Doc,' she said. 'I want to always be with you,' she said. That's a problem. A big problem, as I see it."
"I didn't hear her," I said.
"Yeah, right."
"I didn't. She's never said anything like that to me when she was awake," I said.
"You sound awfully defensive," Cindy said.
"Are you accusing me of something, Cindy? Because, if you are, I think you'd better spell it out. I'm not a mind-reader."
"I think you two have gotten a little too close. I think you're falling for her."
"That's ridiculous. I like her, sure, but it's all about the sex. To me, there's nothing different about this from the way it's been with any other woman we've shared," I said.
"Oh, there's a difference, Paul. A big difference. When we started our threesome lifestyle, we agreed that I would be the one to choose our playmate. We agreed that we would always have the girl together. Have you forgotten that?" Cindy asked.
"I thought it wouldn't matter," I said.
"Oh, you did, did you?" Cindy said. "And just exactly why did you think that?"
"Well, I thought you liked her."
"I did like her. I do like her, but not enough to let her steal my husband away from me," Cindy said, a sharp edge in her voice. "It's late, and I'm tired. Let's go to bed. We can discuss this more in the morning."
Cindy got ready for bed, putting on her flannel nightgown, the one that clearly indicates she wants to sleep. Taking my cue, I got in my side of the bed, rolled on my side with my back to Cindy, and closed my eyes.
The next morning, Cindy seemed to be in a slightly better mood. We shared breakfast-making chores and made small talk as we ate, neither of us bringing up the incidents of the previous evening. When the dishes were cleared, I decided it was time to talk.
"About last night,..." I began.
"There really isn't much to say," Cindy interrupted. "I just think it would be best if we stopped seeing her."
"Should I talk to her?" I asked.
"No, I'm afraid of what you'll say. I'll talk to her. In fact, I'm calling the little slut right now," Cindy said, dialing her phone.
"Liz? Cindy. Do you have any classes with Paul next semester? No? Well maybe that's good. We've just had a little discussion, and we believe this thing of ours has gotten out of hand. It was probably a bad idea for us to get involved with one of our students, and we don't want anyone to get hurt. We think it would be best for everyone if you didn't come over here any more."
Liz didn't return to the university after Winter Break. I learned from the Registrar's Office that she had her transcripts sent to several other schools, and had withdrawn from ours. It was only after she was gone that I understood how much she really had begun to mean to me. Cindy had been right – I had been allowing myself to have feelings for her that went way beyond what I normally experienced with the women Cindy brought home.
Soon, my wife found another young woman for us to play with. This one, a tall, buxom blonde, different in every way from Liz, was primarily interested in my wife. I had the distinct impression that she only had sex with me because Cindy seemed to expect it.
True to her old pattern, Cindy eventually tired of this girl, broke off the relationship, and found another. My wife was always careful, especially with the ones who seemed to really like sex with me, to make sure these girls didn't spend too much time at our house when she wasn't home.
When it was time for my summer work at the dig in Arizona that year, Cindy insisted we hold our final planning meetings at our house. She made a point of getting to know all the female students. To them, I'm sure it seemed as though she was simply being their professor's supportive wife, who took an interest in my work. To me, it was obvious she was checking out the competition.
Nothing happened between me and any of my students again. Cindy gave me a satellite phone as a "going-away present" the year after Liz came into our lives, and called me on it every night while I was on the dig. My students all came to expect the odd sound of my phone going off at random times during the afternoon and evening. Several of them remarked how sweet it was that Cindy kept in contact with me, but I knew she was keeping tabs.
Cindy and I took our usual vacations, and traveled occasionally for educational purposes. On a few of those trips, we picked up girls for one-night stands. Cindy always was the one to first approach these women, and I certainly never could find fault with her taste. I did notice, however, that none of the brunettes had long hair.
This morning, we flew to a two-day conference. Tomorrow is the first official day of meetings and presentations, and the next day I will be delivering a paper on my findings at the Arizona site I have been working at for a number of years.
Cindy and I planned to visit the Civic Center to see some of the exhibits and generally get our bearings before tomorrow's opening of the conference. After a brief tour of the facility, we decided to check out the shopping complex across the plaza, before heading back to our hotel. We had time before we had to get ready for the cocktail reception we were going to that evening. For fun, we took the elevated walkway that crossed the boulevard and gardens.
Cindy said nothing, but she suddenly took my hand and began to walk a little faster. That's when I saw the petite young woman sitting on the bench. She was wearing the same type of shoes, what could have been the same little black dress, and had her long, straight dark hair pulled back in a ponytail.
I tried not to be too obvious about looking at her, but just as we passed the bench, the girl looked up, making brief eye contact with me.
I couldn't help myself. I had to look. Was that Liz? Could that have been her?
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