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
