he seen the change in me? Or was he mad at someone else?
We made our excuses and went out to the car. I waited for the explosion. I expected Mike to start yelling at me, but he didn't. He calmly got in the car and drove away without a word.
'Why did you want to leave so early?' I asked. 'That's not like you.'
'I said I was tired,' he told me.
'Oh, bullshit,' I answered. 'You've never gotten tired at a party before.'
'Okay. I wasn't tired. I saw Karen bothering you and I wanted to give you an excuse to get away. I know you aren't interested.'
I could tell that Mike was testing me, waiting to see how I reacted. I decided to continue my ruse, to act as if I had not been interested.
'I can take care of myself,' I told him. 'I had just gotten up to leave her when you arrived.'
'Okay, if you say so,' Mike said.
He wasn't through testing me. 'What were you doing watching Ann and Vicky so closely? You looked like you were ready to jump right in with them. What's come over you lately?'
'Lately? What do you mean?' I asked innocently. I still thought I could carry off my transparent masquerade.
'You know damn well what I mean,' Mike said harshly. 'Everyone else has noticed, too. You have a way of staring at other women – as if you want to tear their clothes off. Don't try to avoid the other question either. Why were you staring at those two dykes so hard?'
'They aren't dykes. They like men, too,' I answered.
'That's beside the point,' Mike yelled. 'Why were you staring at them?'
'Curiosity,' I answered.
'Curiosity!' Mike shouted. 'Do you expect me to believe that?'
I decided to stop pretending. I hadn't fooled anyone. 'All right, Mike. It was more than curiosity. Lately, I have been interested in other women. You've noticed it. Others have noticed it, tonight, if not before. Do you mind?'
Mike looked thoughtful. He was quiet at first. He seemed to be mulling it over. 'Well, if you really want to try it, I don't think anything's wrong with it. The only thing is that you'd better not decide that you like it better than cock. If you do, you're really fucked up. I'd throw you out of the house and kick your ass, too.'
His approval surprised me and so did his outburst. Mike didn't often lose his temper. There was something irrational about the way he reacted. Obviously, he wanted me to do what I wanted. I hadn't expected him to be so tolerant. Yet he could not accept other women as a legitimate threat to men as the prime provider of my sexual satisfaction. If I decided I liked women better than men, I was 'fucked up'. Mike was a self-confident man, but my interest in lesbianism had threatened him. He would let me try it, but I couldn't enjoy it too much.
I decided to reassure him and, from then on, to deceive him if I could. If I started to enjoy cunt more than cock, I wouldn't let him find out. Hopefully, I would do better than I had in my last effort at deception.
'Mike, I could never enjoy anything as much as I enjoy that big cock of yours. I like cock so much that nothing could ever replace it. I don't want to replace it. I just want to try something different. I want to expand my horizons.'
Mike looked skeptical. 'If you say so, Lori. But remember what I said. If you start to prefer women to men, especially to this man, you're in trouble.'
I realized it would be more difficult than I thought. Christ! If Mike was so damn up-tight over it, he would be watching me carefully to see how I reacted to other women. I would have to keep myself under control.
I was concerned, but I was exultant, too. Mike had cautioned me, but he had also given in. It was a strange situation. I could go ahead, but only so far.
Mike asserted himself immediately. 'If you like cock, prove it,' he told me.
'Didn't I prove it at the party?' I asked.
'Yes, sort of. But not with me. And not after you almost jumped in between Ann and Vicky after Barry laid you.'
I did the only thing I could have done. I pulled out Mike's cock and slowly blew him. His slippery wet cock still reeked of the cunt-juice in which it had recently bathed. I had never minded the taste and smell of other women's pussies on Mike's prick, but I had never really enjoyed that taste and smell either. This time, however, I loved it. Except in my dreams, second-hand contact was the closest contact I had ever had with another woman.
As I sucked Mike's enormous tool, I closed my eyes. I saw alternating mental images: first the overflowing pussies I had seen that night, then Mike's big prick. Only gradually, as Mike's cock swelled larger and larger in my mouth, did the mental picture of his cock begin to dominate and the image of pussy fade from view. His cock still had a lot of power over me.
When Mike came, image merged completely with reality. A few drops of molten jizz shot into my throat. Then the familiar hard stream of cum followed. At that moment, Mike's prick dominated my consciousness.
I swallowed Mike's load and lifted my head to watch the sperm dribble off the end of his cock. He had shot even more than usual. Perhaps the sight of me in close proximity to other women and then our conversation about it had turned him on! Maybe he was more ambivalent about it than I thought.
Mike drove on without speaking while I shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped his fly. His hands gripped the steering wheel more tightly than usual.
'Mike, what's wrong?' I asked.
'Lori, did you get so excited just now from thinking about other women or from sucking my cock? You've never sucked me that hard before. You felt like a vacuum cleaner!'
'Oh, Mike, it was your cock. Jesus! You know I love to suck your cock,' I assured him. I wasn't being completely honest, of course, and I watched carefully to see how he reacted.
'If you say so,' he said hesitantly, as if he wanted to believe me, but wasn't quite sure if I told the truth.
This might be bad news, I decided. If he was so damn insecure, our whole marriage could crumble, even if he let me go ahead. I decided to question him further.
'Mike, doesn't it arouse you at all to think of me with another woman?'
He smiled. Now he looked like the old Mike again! 'Yes, it does, Lori. It really does. But I still wouldn't want you to like it too much. What's so hard to understand about that?'
Now I felt better. If Mike was aroused, he would have a difficult time precisely judging the extent of my passion. I felt relieved that the situation excited him.
'Why didn't you ever suggest that I try it?' I asked. 'Were you afraid?'
He avoided the issue. 'I didn't want to push you. You never gave any indications that you were interested, at least until the last few weeks. And I wasn't sure until tonight that you were interested. Try it at the next party if you want.'
'Not in front of all those people. Not the first time,' I said.
'You didn't seem very shy tonight,' he said, laughing as he spoke.
'That was different,' I answered. 'Before we went to our first orgy, we'd fucked each other hundreds of times. I've never touched another woman before. I don't want to do something for the first time in front of other people. That's all there is to it. I'm sure I won't mind after I've tried it a few times.'
'That sounds reasonable,' Mike said. 'I'm going on a business trip next week. Invite one of the girls over. Maybe after you get used to being with another girl, we'll all get together – the other girl, you, and me. Then, after that, you'll be ready for the parties and the girls there.'
That husband of mine had surprised me, but I wasn't sure of his motives for suggesting three-way sex. Mike, myself, and another girl! I found it an exciting thought. Women obsessed me now, but Mike did have a great cock. It would be perfect if I could combine the two. I hadn't had the imagination to think of it! But had he suggested it because the thought excited him or because he wanted to observe first-hand how I reacted to another woman, especially in direct comparison to how I reacted to him? Or was it a little of both? I would have to be cautious until I found out.
Again, my worry didn't dampen my enthusiasm. Mike had suggested that I give lesbianism a try. I had felt my cunt flooding when Mike assented to me indulging my needs. His suggestion about three-way sex didn't stanch the flow.
I had confessed to Mike, but not completely. One secret remained – the dream. That night, I had the dream
