I nodded.
“Good,” Margo said. “Let the game begin!”
A moment later the other woman joined her and together they removed all my clothing, ignoring my stiff rod, which greeted them both. They pushed me onto the bed and proceeded to tie my wrists to the bedposts. My pulse began to race. Could they hear my heart beating?
The women divided my body up according to some imaginary line. They began to plant kisses on my thighs, their lips and tongues working in unison, moving upward, driving me crazy. I longed to touch them, but when I tried, my restraints only tightened. They met at my cock and shared it by licking and stroking it with their tongues. I was fully aroused.
Jealously, I watched as their tongues touched and they began kissing each other. I wanted to be a part of it, and yet, they ignored me. Margo slipped the robe off the other woman’s shoulders. Her breasts were large and luscious with nipples that begged to be suckled. Margo teased one into a firm bud with her tongue as she fanned the nipple of the other. I felt like a voyeur, spying on them, and my mouth went dry. My cock ached as the mystery woman sighed. She in turn opened Margo’s robe and stroked her breasts one at a time, before slowly running her tongue over one nipple, then the other. My prick twitched in envy. The two women had become lost in each other, seeming to forget about me.
Margo stood and let her robe drop to the floor. The other woman did the same. They both climbed naked onto the bed and knelt face to face. Then, arms about each other, they began to kiss, tonguing each other as their kisses became more passionate. I was nearly hypnotized by their show, which I came to realize was all for me. And I was enjoying every blessed, torturous moment.
Margo lay back and the other woman began to tongue her glistening cunt, teasing her clit as she reached up to touch her breasts. Margo slipped two fingers into the other woman’s pussy. I watched as she gyrated around it. It wasn’t long before Margo climaxed and they switched positions.
I feasted my eyes on the spectacle unfolding before me. My cock had remained painfully rigid the entire time and desperately needed some attention. I feared it was merely going to be a coupling and not a threesome.
Finally the two women seemed to remember that I was in the room and shifted their attention to me. The mystery woman began to suck my cock as Margo held on to the backboard and lowered herself over my face. The smell and taste of her pussy juice was intoxicating and I found myself lapping it up like a hungry puppy.
I exploded in the mystery woman’s mouth almost immediately and she sucked my prick dry nearly the same time that Margo came and covered my face with her love juice. Finally the women released me from my restraints.
Feeling like a child let loose in a candy shop, I was finally free to indulge. The stranger’s body was pure poetry. She had long, silky limbs that met at a smoothly shaved pussy that glimmered in the light. I buried my head in her hot snatch. Margo took my flaccid cock and began to breathe new life into it.
I rolled over onto my back. The woman took my cue by kneeling over my mouth and tongue. This gave Margo room to lower herself down onto my rejuvenated tool. With her incredible muscles she was able to snap her snatch tightly around me, and she rode me as if I were an Arabian stallion. I was surprised at my own response, for I could feel another climax building.
They say timing is everything. Perhaps the three of us gave new meaning to that old adage, for we all seemed to explode within moments of one another. The stranger above me threw her head back as her breath was broken into long, shuddering pants. When she did that I thought about Carrie. Suddenly feeling guilty, I swept that thought from my mind.
Margo had already gotten off me and was pouring wine into three glasses. The other woman had slid down my chest and was gazing up at me.
“You were wonderful,” I said. “Thank you for joining Margo and me tonight.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, turning on the light. Then she eased off her mask and black wig, shaking out her full head of long, blond hair.
I gasped. It was my own wife, Carrie!
DEVIL OR ANGEL
I parked my car and once more checked the address Diana had given me. The swanky building across the street had to be it. On a nurse’s salary, she must cut corners to afford the rent. I went inside and was greeted by a uniformed doorman.
“Good evening, sir. May I help you?”
“I’m here to visit Diana Golden.”
“One moment please,” he said, stepping around his desk to the phone.
I watched him discreetly speak into the phone and replace it in its holder. “Just take the elevator to the top floor.”
I thanked him and proceeded toward the elevator. The elevator was quick and opened onto a floor with only one door. Was this a penthouse apartment? I wondered as I approached the door. I was about to knock when I noticed the door was ajar. I guessed it had something to do with the surprise Diana had mentioned, as if seeing this apartment wasn’t surprise enough. Pushing the door fully open, I went inside, but stopped dead in my tracks when I heard “Get down on your knees, slave!” followed quickly by the unmistakable sound of a whip slapping flesh. At first I thought the voice was coming from a skin flick on the TV. Not that my sweet Diana would ever watch such stuff. But when the voice commanded “Closer, bitch!” I realized it was Diana. And that, I found totally unbelievable.
I should know—I’d been dating Diana for
