That night, after Martha left, and the next night, and the next, I had the dream. Each time, the dream ended as it always had before, with me wide awake and horny. I didn't mind now. It only made me look forward even more to three-way sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mike arrived home from his trip, he wanted to hear all about my experience with Martha. I told him about it, but I told him what he wanted to hear.
'It was nice,' I told him. 'But I still like your cock better. I want to be able to have other women some times, just for something different, but nothing could replace your cock.'
Mike watched me carefully. He looked into my eyes as if trying to see there the proof that I was telling the truth. I looked back at him steadily, trying hard to conceal my discomfort at having lied to him.
I then recounted all the details. Throughout, Mike kept up his careful surveillance of my facial expressions. He looked hard for a sign that I had enjoyed it more than I enjoyed sex with him, but I was cautious: I underplayed greatly the amount of satisfaction I had received.
When I had finished my story, Mike smiled. 'It sounds like fun. Just as long as it didn't feel as good as when I fuck you,' he said. 'When do we try three-way sex?' he asked.
'Martha says Bill might be a problem. He'd want to be included if he knew about it,' I answered.
'Martha will lie to him, I'm sure,' Mike said.
Mike was right. Martha did lie to Bill. She called me the day after Mike got home to tell me about it.
'Hi, Lori,' she purred. 'Everything's okay for tomorrow night if that's a good time for you. I told Bill that you were having some problems and that we needed to talk them over. He wasn't suspicious at all.'
I couldn't help laughing. Martha was resourceful and had no qualms about lying to her husband.
'See you about eight,' I said.
'Bye. I'll be there,' she said and hung up.
I felt elated at first. Then the potential problems began to haunt me. I would have to restrain myself to keep Mike from realizing the extent of my pleasure. It would be difficult to keep him from making unfavorable comparisons, especially if I didn't come when he fucked me or ate me. There was another problem, a more long- term problem. For married women, lesbian sex as a steady means of gratification just wasn't very feasible. Nor was three-way sex well-suited to a situation where four was a more convenient number.
There were the parties, of course, but they would provide only a partial solution. Occasional cunt-lapping sessions with women like Martha also provided only a partial solution. Neither provided frequent enough lesbian or three-way sex. If I really got to like that type of sex, and I was sure I would, it would be difficult to have it often enough to keep me satisfied. I didn't let these problems bother me too much, but they stayed in the back of my mind. I didn't know at the time that this dilemma would encourage me to look for Susan.
On the night we had chosen for three-way sex, Mike and I both walked around the house in a state of high excitement. Mike's big hard-on bulged out his pants and my cunt was damp.
When the doorbell rang, we both leaped up to answer it. We arrived at the door simultaneously and we grabbed for the doorknob at the same time. When our hands met, we looked at each other and smiled. Then I opened the door and Martha stepped in.
This time Martha made no pretense of cool sophistication. She was ready for the fucking and sucking. Instead of a dress, she wore a tiny mini-skirt and halter. The skirt was barely long enough to cover her pussy; it showed off her long slim legs and alluring, well-shaped thighs. Her halter was not up to the job of restraining her jugs. They bounced up and down as she walked in.
'Hi, folks,' she said, her voice low and throaty. Martha seemed much more relaxed and comfortable than she had last time she had visited. I realized that I was much more relaxed, too, despite the problems that might occur.
It was Martha's actions even more than her clothing that showed the abandonment of her usual reserve. As she walked in, she kissed Mike on the lips and grabbed his cock with one hand. The other hand reached out and went between my legs, up my dress.
I hadn't worn underwear again and my cunt was already wet, so Martha's probing fingers found what they had hoped to find. The hand that reached for Mike found what it wanted, too. Martha groaned with anticipation as she rubbed Mike's hard-on through his pants.
We stood there like that for a few minutes. Then Martha stopped kissing Mike and began kissing me, at the same time keeping her hands on my cunt and Mike's cock.
By now, Mike and I were ready to reciprocate. Mike stuck his hand inside Martha's mini-skirt. She had taken a hint from me and hadn't worn any panties either. Mike plunged his thumb into her snatch, using his biggest, strongest finger to prepare her for the later assaults of his cock.
I caressed Martha's tits through the halter. Then I pulled one boob out of the halter and began to rub the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Next I dropped my hand down to Martha's cunt. Mike's finger had already filled it, so I stuck one finger up Martha's tight asshole.
Martha stopped kissing me. 'This is great,' she panted. 'But let me get out of these clothes.'
We walked back into the living room. Martha reached behind her and unhooked her halter, letting it drop to the floor. She undid her mini-skirt and stepped out of it. Last, she let her high platform shoes clatter to the floor.
Martha looked at us impatiently. We had been watching her undress and hadn't taken off any of our own clothes.
'Come on. Let's get started,' she told us.
I undressed quickly and left my clothes on the floor next to Martha's. Mike took his clothes off and hung them over the back of a chair. Martha and I both stared at his erect cock; lesbian tendencies or not, we both knew a good hunk of meat when we saw it.
Martha took charge. 'Mike, you lie down on the floor,' she instructed.
Mike did as she asked. He thought he knew what she had in mind. He lay on his back, his cock sticking up nearly a foot into the air. Martha climbed astride him and let herself down slowly on his prick, allowing it to part the lips of her cunt. As it went in her gash, she rocked back and forth, rubbing the head of Mike's cock against her clit. She moved down slowly, letting his cock slip into her hole an inch at a time.
When Mike's cock had penetrated as far inside her snatch as it could possibly go, Martha motioned for me to join them. I didn't know exactly what to do, so Martha told me.
'Sit on his face,' she ordered.
I sat down on Mike's face, thrusting my cunt down at his mouth. I faced Martha, who had begun to bounce up and down rapidly on Mike's cock. Martha reached out and hugged me to her and we kissed.
We had formed one of the many triangles possible in three-way sex. Mike was the base of the triangle, his prick and tongue joining him to Martha and me, who were in turn joined by our mouths and tongues.
Martha's kissing grew more and more frantic. Her tongue explored my mouth and then moved outside, rubbing softly against my ear, then against my neck. I moved my mouth around, too. I kissed Martha's neck and then moved to her tit lavishing most of my attention on those beautiful nipples.
Meanwhile, Mike ate out my cunt with a lot of energy and not a little skill. Nevertheless, it didn't compare to the sensation when Martha had eaten my twat a few days before. Mike licked at my clit, but when he plunged inside my cunt, he stayed there too long, as if he were trying to make his tongue act like a cock. When he did lick my clit, he wasn't as gentle as Martha had been. He licked with the same force from start to finish, never varying the pressure to suit my own level of passion.
Martha was the first to come. Her already stiff nipples hardened even more. She stopped kissing my body and buried her head against my tits, her soft cheek against my nipples. At the same time, she pushed her cunt down hard on Mike's cock.
'What a cock! What a fucking cock!' Martha cried.
Then the full force of her orgasm hit her. Screaming and yelling, she bounced up and down on Mike's cock as fast as she could. Now her lips were all over me, kissing my tits, my neck, my face.
