But was she really rejuvenated and happy lastingly? Was she merely thrilled at the novelty of suddenly having two lovers, and with her husband's consent? Or was the variety of troilism weighed with too many responsibilities over the long haul, responsibilities that would bend or even break down her emotional underpinnings? We shall see in the final segment of her interview dialogue.
'The next time Wen had Gerald over to the house was the following Saturday evening, if my memory serves me correctly. It would have been sooner the very next day, as a matter of fact but Ger had to leave town for a few days on a business trip. Which turned out for the best. This way we were all nice and rested for the next little go- round or I should say BIG go-round, because we really pulled out the stoppers and carried on to the wee hours of the morning.
'There were the same amenities as before to get the show on the road: small talk about Ger's business trip, a few small glasses of sherry and comments on my voluptuous body, followed by Wen stripping off my clothes for the benefit of his friend's hungry eyes. Wendell seemed to get a helluva charge out of seeing that look on his face, sort of drooling in anticipation of getting at my naked body with his big tongue and big dick. He sort of drooled, too, in anticipation of watching me get ravished, and I could see from the bulge at his fly that he was already getting a hard-on. In fact, the pants of both of those guys were bulging way out, and that made me all the hornier, eager to have those two big sets of cock and balls in my mouth.
'Yeah, man, we all three were getting hot with anticipation and we didn't have to wait for long before we got what we were waiting for. It seemed that I was no sooner stripped down bare-ass naked when they were too. Then, in the next instant, they had me on my hands and knees, legs spread, with Wen's giant cock beneath my face and Ger's snaky long tongue aimed at the valley of my ass from behind.
'Beautiful… positively beautiful! Puckered little asshole; sweet juicy cunthole; pretty little pisshole; nice, erected clit-cock; delicate pink cunt-lips… all served up like a seven-course gourmet dinner. Positively the most beautiful sight I've ever seen,' came the voice from my rear, like he was a connoisseur or something. Then I felt hands spreading my pussy lips still farther apart, and again, 'Beautiful… beautiful!' I liked that, having my ass and box admired, but, damn it! I liked having his tongue up there better.
'In order to convey my feelings, I shoved my ass back. And Ger was quick to catch the hint, for instead of avoiding the collision, he met my thrust head on, sliding his tongue the entire length of my cunt, over each of the spots he had described as a 'seven-course dinner.' Mmmmmmmmmmm, it felt so wonderful, especially since I was now feeling the extra thrill of having my husband's dick in my mouth, his balls cupped in one of my hands. Slow and easy I fucked that huge, throbbing shaft with my mouth, milking its sweet foreplay juices while softly rolling those two sacked eggs in my fingers. I could have made Wen shoot his load real quick, I know he was that hot and I'm that good of a cocksucker but it was too soon for him to unload and I knew he didn't want to, not just yet.
'Go ahead on, buddy boy. Work out. You can have all of that delicious pussy you want, huh, sweetheart?' Wen gasped to his friend. Actually, he was getting as much of a thrill watching that eating around my tail as he was from my sucking his dick. In fact, more. After I had answered his statement with an affirmative grunt and nod of my head, d'ya know what this peek-freak husband of mine said? He said: 'Knock it off for a while, sweetheart. I gotta move around where I can get a bird's eye view of that action down there in your ass. Something tells me I'm missing a helluva lot up here on this end.' Then he scooted out from under me, pulling his rod from my mouth with a loud SHLOOP, and sat down a few feet away on the divan. Perched on the edge and leaning down low, he was positioned where he could focus up close on everything that Ger was doing and Ger, bless his passionate hide, didn't seem to mind at all, because he kept right on with that magnificent tongue of his, never missing a stroke.
'Oooooooo shit, I could feel its electricity clear through my insides! My clit got it first the all-out treatment, I mean. After nudging it furiously for awhile with his tongue, he gathered it up into his mouth like a cock and sucked. Oh how he did suck that thing! And while he was sucking, he nibbled on it with his teeth, sending great spasms of excruciating ecstasy through my whole cunt region, bringing me to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. In fact, I think I did come a little one of those uncontrollable prelude bursts because I distinctly felt a rush of my cunt juices.
'But like I said, this boy eating away at my hot-box was no slouch, no amateur. He sensed that I was on the verge of coming and switched from my clit to my cunthole, where women aren't quite so sensitive, at least not this woman. His long tongue up my cunthole felt sensational, probing, twisting, and vibrating up there, mingling its juices with mine but it wasn't quite long enough, or fat enough, to generate that good old high-voltage electricity. After all, I was used to Wen's huge cock up there, and no man alive has a tongue that size. With a big, bulbous head on it. So I just lapsed back into a nice, exciting euphoria, waiting for his giant dick to make its entrance. Then I would come.
'Go on, man, eat her cunt! Eat it good! Fuck it good with that big cock-tongue of yours! Make her come! I want to see you lap up her come juice! It's delicious, man! I'm tellin' ya, it's really delicious!' This was my husband talking, kibitzing from the sidelines. The sonovabitch. I turned to look at him and, d'ya know what? He had a wild expression on his face, with eyes as big as saucers. And he was sweating dripping sweat. And he was jacking off, flogging that big hunk of meat of his for all he was worth.
'But did that turn me off? No. If anything, it kinda turned me on more. Or maybe it was his friend Ger who turned me on more, I don't know. Anyway, it was about this time that Ger withdrew his tongue from my cunthole and shoved it neatly into my what did he call it? my puckered little asshole. Oooooiiiii! Then after a few seconds of very delightful tongue-fucking there, he suddenly lifted his head from my ass and… and… excuse me while I catch my breath… eased his tremendous dick into my cunthole.
'Yeah, he eased it in, but once he had me fitted for size, he commenced to slam it in, faster and faster, with great, long, plunging strokes. I loved it. Oh how I loved it! The electricity was building again, a million volts of it, bringing my whole body to the brink of a gigantic, tearing explosion.
'Fuck her, man! Fuck her! Fuck my wife!Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I could hear Wendell urging with more excitement in his voice than I'd ever heard before. He was counting cadence, that's what he was doing like he was a drill sergeant or something.
'Come on, you fuckin' cunt! Give it to me! Take this big cock! Take it… take it… take it!' Gerald was exclaiming at the same time, repeating himself each time he slammed his rod in my hot, juice-filled pussy, his breath coming in loud, hissing gasps like escaping steam.
'Jam it in, you fuckin' sonovabitch! Deeper… deeper… deeper! Faster… faster… faster! Fuck me… fuck me…oh fuck meeeeeeeep I was crying out in a tortured voice, unable to hold it back.
'Jeez… if that wasn't some chorus, the three of us all sounding off while the dog-fashion screwing I was getting got hotter and hotter. I'm telling you, if we had a tape recorder there it would've been the wildest sound effects of all time.
'Then I came. Lord, did I ever come! It was like I was coming completely unglued in a giant cauldron of boiling champagne. I just flopped and writhed around on the bear rug like a snake in its death throes, only I was no longer in pain. My writhing was from sheer, all-consuming ecstasy. And the guys came at the same time, Ger from the fucking and Wen from jacking off. And they fell prostrate, too completely, utterly drained.
'What a session. What a terrific orgy. But listen, hey it spelled my doom.
'Let me tell you about that. It all started about three days later, the Tuesday night following the little 'jam- session' I just described. I could never forget that date because… well, you'll see. Anyway, on this particular evening Wen phoned and said he was working late. Also that he was bringing a friend home with him when he finished working around nine o'clock. The 'friend' would have to be Gerald, I thought, so I was naturally happy about it and spent considerable time showering, douching, perfuming, and generally getting prettied up for another exciting three-way sex party. To make doubly sure that I'd be just right, I even douched with rose water, so that my pussy would smell and taste nice and flowery, like roses.
'Ever smell a rose-scented pussy? Well, I guess that's neither here nor there. Anyway, when my dearest, darling husband showed up promptly at nine, it wasn't Ger who was with him. It was Peggy, his sweet, innocent, demure little secretary. Only it turned out that she wasn't so innocent and demure. In fact, she was an out and out nymph with absolutely no inhibitions.
'It seems that Wendell had brought up the subject of three-way sex at the office and asked what she thought about it. And she had expressed the opinion that it was real groovy, providing all of the participants are game enough to hold up their end, and intelligent enough to appreciate what's happening. Which, of course, was
