They lay like that, catching their breath, unable to move. Teri was in shock. Before this very moment, if anyone had told her another woman could arouse this kind of reaction from her, she would have laughed aloud. “Damn, I would have paid money to watch that!” Ted’s voice came from the doorway to the living room. Laughing uproariously, Marge threw a sofa pillow at him. “Get out of here you bastard!” she yelled. Marge threw her arms around Teri and they both laughed, though Teri laughed a little embarrassedly. “I’ll get him for that” Marge choked out. “Oh shit!” Teri said, still giggling, “How am I going to explain all this to Stan?” “Show him what I just watched” came Ted’s voice from the other room, “he’ll come around quickly!” Both women collapsed on the carpet giggling so hard they cried.
They were in Teri’s huge clawfoot tub surrounded by bubbles and surrounded by the smell of her candles. “I can’t wait till Stan gets home” Teri said nervously. “Me either” said Marge drily. Both women giggled. “I’ve been giggling like a teenager for two days now” said Teri, “we’ve got to stop!” They looked at each other and neither could hold it back. They howled with laughter.
“I have to do one more thing to get ready for tonight” Teri said. Marge, drying off with a giant fluffy bath towel, raised her eyes. Teri spread her legs and sat on the edge of the tub. She handed Marge a razor as she clipped her pubic hair off with hair clippers. Marge lathered her up and began to carefully shave.
Stan reached for the door to go inside and it opened wide. Teri stepped outside on the front porch smelling clean and fresh…and she was as nude as the moment she was born. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. Unhurriedly, she stepped back, took his hand and led him inside. She took his briefcase from him and tossed it on the foyer table. Still holding him by the hand, she led him upstairs to their bedroom. The drapes were closed; candles were lit atop all the dressers, tables, and nightstands. Soft music was playing on their bedroom stereo, and the smell of hot sandalwood oil permeated the room.
Lying in the center of their huge king sized bed mother naked was their next door neighbor Marge. She was wearing nothing but a huge smile, and one of her legs was propped up, rocking back and forth. Her body shone with sandalwood oil. Teri touched her index finger to Stan’s lips, silencing him. “Watch” she commanded, and led him to the foot of the bed. Teri bent over Marge’s waist, and Stan noticed that she was shaven bare, smooth as a baby’s bottom…and so was Teri! Teri’s head dipped between Marge’s legs, and Marge spread them wide. Stan was totally blown away. He wasn’t even sure if he wasn’t hallucinating.
Teri began to lap around the edges of the folds of Marge’s beautiful pink pussy. Stan leaned closer to see better. Terri’s pointed little tongue poked in and out of Marge’s slit like a hummingbird drawing nectar from a flower. Marge threw her hips backward, making herself more accessible to Teri’s probing tongue. She grabbed Teri’s hips and pulled her astraddle her own chest. With her hands grasping Teri’s buttocks, she pulled her own head up to lick at Teri. For long moments they fed, drinking from a well any man could appreciate, and no man could understand.
Stan’s cock had swollen so large that his pants actually hurt him, but he was transfixed, he simply was unable to move. Lazily, Teri lifted her head from her labors long enough to smile at him and wink, then she bent back to her task. She lovingly caressed every inch of Marge’s pussy with her bright pink tongue, lingering a bit on Marge’s clit, sucking it into her mouth, then licking it off. The sound of both women’s moans were rising and falling as they rocked in their mutual embrace. A spot appeared on top of Stan’s trousers where the head of his cock began to leak.
The women, by unspoken mutual agreement, unwrapped themselves and lay together belly to belly, nipple to hard nipple. Their kisses were as erotic to Stan as their heated lapping at each other’s moist pussies. Something about the way women kissed told wise men they were missing something essential; to lesser men, it was just inexplicably erotic. Marge was the one to give in to lust first. Teri was kissing and murmuring soundless words. Marge straddled one of Teri’s firm thighs, twisted, and seated the two of them. They rubbed together excruciatingly slowly, almost in slow motion. Stan could see the tortured look of slow pleasure on both women’s faces. It seemed to him that they were both struggling, trying to prolong the agonizing pleasure as well as trying to achieve release at the same time. It caused him to break out in a cold sweat. The two climaxed in succession. Marge came first, mouth open, soundlessly screaming. Teri convulsed with a loud sigh. They lay on the bed as if dead.
Wordlessly, Stan stared at the woman he had thought he knew. Now he only knew he loved her more. And he desired her, with a raging heat he had never felt before. His cock was on fire and he had no choice but to relieve it any way he could. He ripped off his pants, staring at the two gorgeous women in his bed, and put his hand on his swollen cock to masturbate. He barely had two strokes completed when his testicles began to pulse, and he could feel the heat in his belly start to expand. Almost in as in a dream he heard a feminine voice calling “No, don’t waste it!” He reopened his tightly shut eyelids in time to see Marge swoop down on his swelling cock, engulfing at least half of it in her mouth. Teri leaped into his arms, looking deeply into his eyes, pleading with him “Cum in her mouth baby!” Teri looked down at Marge’s working mouth, seeing Stan’s cock twitching, pumping a monstrous load of cum into Marge’s willing mouth. She knelt beside her friend to help.
Stan gradually came to his senses, looking down at the two females slurping at his now semi hard cock. They reluctantly parted from the drained member, and kissed a long, slow deep kiss. They crawled up beside him, looking at him expectantly. He simply grinned a big sheepish grin and tried to talk. He could only croak. Teri said she’d be right back with a drink and scampered down the stairs to the kitchen. Marge stretched voluptuously and lay back down in the crook of Stan’s arm. Stan started to croak at her again, a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue. Marge shut him up with a kiss, a kiss with Teri’s special flavor on it. Marge pulled her head back from him a bit. “Don’t waste your energy talking lover, you’re not through yet.” She stood and walked in to the bath.
Teri walked back in with a tray of pina coladas into the bedroom. Stan started to ask his questions and Teri gave him a drink and began to explain the events of the past couple of days. “…and that’s it in a nutshell” Teri told him. “I’m surprised baby, but I’m not mad” Stan told her. “I’m a little confused, ”he said, nodding towards the bathroom Marge was still occupying. “To tell you the truth,” Teri said, “so am I. I don’t think sex with a woman will ever replace the way I feel with your cock in me, but what Marge does to me is something different than I’ve ever felt…and I have to admit I want more of it. This has made me greedy.” Stan fondled his wife’s gorgeous breast gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life as I was when I watched you two” he told her almost shyly. She grinned at him, “If that’s your fantasy baby, I’ll have no problems keeping you happy!” Stan kissed her gently.
Marge walked back into the bedroom still nude, her walk feline and sassy. “What are you two lovebirds chattering about?” she asked. Stan reached for one of the pillows on the bed to cover his semi erect penis. Marge and Teri both grabbed it away from him, giggling. “That’s another thing” Stan said, laughing as he tried to cover his cock with his hands, “you two have been giggling like schoolgirls!” Teri grabbed his hands and playfully pinned him to the bed with them. “That’s how you can tell we are happy” she whispered, licking his ears.
“No” said Marge, “
His dick seemed to harden of its own accord, seeking the recesses of Marge’s throat. Marge was blissfully working her mouth down to the base of his cock, her throat muscles massaging his cock in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure radiating through Stan’s body. He looked at her short blond hair, long slender neck, and her firm ripe breasts with the little cherry nipples standing out starkly against her tanned skin. Her slim frame and curvy hips were lying flat on
Marge couldn’t seem to get enough of Stan’s cock. Her greedy mouth kept working at it, sliding up and down the shaft wetly. Occasionally, she would stop for air, panting and teasing. “I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you smoking naked on the balcony” she said. Stan found it hard to laugh as she plunged him back in deeply. Marge began slamming her head down, making animal noises deep in her chest each time her nose reached his pubic bone. Teri watched, never taking her eyes from Marge’s mouth. She leaned over Stan’s face, placing her nipple in Stan’s mouth. “Suck it baby” she said. Stan obliged her. He also snaked his right hand out and lightly began to stroke between Teri’s legs. Teri moaned and worked her hips as she felt him probe. Stan’s hips began to jerk as Marge’s relentless sucking brought him closer and closer to the brink. Teri panted above him, goading him with her husky voice. “You love having her suck your cock baby, don’t you…” she said, “I want to see you cum!” Marge raised
