My hand came to rest on the arm of the couch and surprisingly on top of a pair of folded panties. I didn’t see those earlier and they looked like my wife’s. Julie had crawled to the feet of my wife. “Don’t blame him Ethel, he is just a man. I threw my naked body at him. It was all my fault.” Well she kind of did – but, my mind was still stuck on the Ethel thing. Mary reached down and grabbed a fist full of Julie’s hair. I started to get up to get between the two.
“Sit the fuck down,” Mary ordered, “don’t make me tell you again.” I sat. I froze. Julie smiled. My brain was marshmallow. “How many times did you make him cum, bitch?” Mary said while yanking Julie’s head back by her hair.
“I think it was three times,” Julie conceded.
“Three?!” Mary looked over to me with big eyes. What could I do? I shrugged and nodded. Mary looked back at Julie, who was holding back a smile while nodding. Mary seemed surprised, then went stern again. “I own half this apartment building, so half of everything is mine. Including the rent.” That was divorce talk. She was already splitting up the assets. “That means you have only paid half,” she said as she pulled Julie’s head back by her hair. Okay, I was really not prepared for what happened next. I should have been, but I have never been good at picking up signals. That and I just got caught naked with a gorgeous woman by my wife.
“Start paying, you home-wrecking whore!” My God, that came from Mary’s mouth. She lifted her dress with one hand, took half a step forward and shoved Julie’s face between her legs. I was shocked. My mild-mannered wife was pantyless and forcing another women to go lesbian on her! I realized I was white knuckling the couch and holding my breath. I was expecting Mary to slap Julie silly, but instead she was literally rubbing her pussy up and down Julie’s lips. Julie, for her part, looked like she may have done this before.
Julie slowly tickled her fingers up from Mary’s ankles and along her thighs. One hand continued under Mary’s dress; the other was trying to push the dress out of way. Julie’s mouth never left my wife’s love channel, and I could see her tongue working overtime. Mary must have found the summer dress restricting: she let go of Julie’s hair, grabbed the hem with both hands, and swiftly lifted it up and off. The dress floated to the ground on its own accord behind her.
“Oh God, she’s good,” my wife exclaimed, as she struggled with one hand to undo the clasp of her bra. She had re-grasped Julie’s hair with her other hand to make sure that Julie didn’t attempt to take a break. The bra quickly followed the dress to the floor.
With both women naked my eyes began to compare. Mary was a brittle brunette, with a slight hint of gray that bespoke her age. Nothing like the soft raven-haired goddess that was between her legs. Mary’s breasts were smaller, less firm, with a tad more sag, and her body didn’t have that magazine-like tonal definition that Julie possessed. She had a poofy belly with slight wrinkles where her thighs met her butt. All in all, Mary was a heavenly vision to my eyes. Julie was all wrong: she seemed too perfect, and felt more like the magazine she stepped out of. Mary had my heart, my life and all that goes with it. I had never seen Mary look more beautiful than how she looked now with the model between her thighs. God, I didn’t want to lose her, I thought, as my eyes began to well up again.
Mary made eye contact and sensed my foreboding. “Take my panties, Chuck,” she said, looking me directly in the eyes between gasps. Dumbfounded, I grabbed the panties off the arm of the couch. They were soaked, almost dripping.
“They are soaked,” I said incredulously, not believing what I was holding. Julie ignored the conversation and was using her nails to tickle Julie’s thighs just below her ass, while still working feverishly on her honey pot. I could tell from her breathing that Mary was getting close.
“I heard everything in the bathroom.” Mary gasped and spread her legs a bit farther, and placed a second hand on the back of Julie’s head. “You were naked with this gorgeous woman,” she was having trouble keeping the rhythm in her speech, “she asked you if you loved her,” more quick breaths and panting. ” and … and you told her it was me you loved.” I could see tears forming in the corner of her eyes. “You chose me over this goddess.” Her breathing was now coming in great gusts, and Julie was doubling her efforts. I looked back down at the panties.
“You came thinking about me?” I asked, not really comprehending what I was asking.
“I couldn’t help myself. I thought I lost you, then suddenly you told this sexy thing that I was the only one.” She was barely able to get the sentence out. Sweat was glistening off her breasts.
I hadn’t lost her. I would never lose her. My beautiful wife was sharing my one night stand and professing her love. It was the most erotic scene I had ever seen or hoped to be part of. During all of this, my dick had somehow regained its youth again. It was painfully hard. Without thinking, I wrapped Mary’s soaked panties around my cock with the intent of adding my seed to hers.
“Hands off!” she said forcibly, “you’re not out of the dog-house yet.” Shocked, I dropped the panties on the floor and placed my hands to my sides. Now that I couldn’t touch it, I realized my dick really, really needed attention. Mary smiled. “I’m first, greedy boy,” as she glanced down at Julie and began to concentrate on her pleasure. God my dick hurt; I had never thought I would ever be with two naked women. In my fantasies, I was always the center of attention, but here I was only able to watch. I really wanted to participate.
“Mary,” I said in a soft voice, “I love you and always will.” Julie’s timing was impeccable as always. Her hand disappeared between Mary’s thighs and thrust upward. I could only imagine where the fingers went as my dick strained into the air for relief.
“Oh God, oh God…..” Mary’s legs were shaking uncontrollably as Julie was grasping her ass cheek with her other hand for leverage. Mary’s hands had dropped to Julie’s shoulders so she could remain standing. Julie’s tongue went wild on Mary’s love bud. “Ahhhhhh, yesssss,” Mary began to explode into Julie’s face. I felt a tinge of jealousy as Julie worked mercilessly to lengthen the biggest orgasm I had seen Mary have. Mary’s legs were beginning to go slack as her hips spasmed over and over. She was emitting little grunts with each contraction, obviously enjoying every weakening moment. My cock felt like it was going to break.
Suddenly, Lucy let out a loud groan muffled by Ethel’s pussy. Lucy’s hips thrust forward and her body shook violently as a stream of clear liquid shot from her pussy like short bursts from a hose. I had seen women squirt on the internet, but never in person. Lucy was still latched onto Ethel’s pussy as her spasms weakened.
Julie slowed her ministrations, eventually releasing Mary’s pussy and dropping back on her heels. Her face was shimmering with my wife’s discharge. Mary sighed and straightened up a bit. She was a thing of beauty, all aglow with moisture running down her thighs. “Damn, at least you have good taste in cheating hos. That was one hell of a payment,” Ethel said, while grabbing Lucy’s smiling chin. It was all way too much for my cock.
“Please Mary, please,” I pleaded, gesturing to my aching penis.
“Like what you see, Chuck?” Mary answered “See how I use your new sex toy? Don’t you dare find relief without my permission.” I didn’t see how I was going to stop it. I was beginning to think my dick was going to act on its own.
“That was heavenly,” Julie whispered, “I haven’t had that much fun in years. It’s been a long time since someone could read my needs.”
“Well the power was kind of intoxicating. I was worried that I had taken it a bit too far, but obviously you enjoyed it. I didn’t even know a girl could shoot like that. It was incredible watching.”
Have I mentioned my lack of social skills? “I’ve seen it on the Internet,” I stated like an idiot, with sweat dripping down my forehead. Mary and Julie began to laugh, more at what came out of my mouth than at me personally. This was not going well for my case of blue balls. Mary gave Julie a hand up off the floor and then ran to the bathroom to take a pee. Julie just continued giggling at my predicament and my pleading eyes. All that visual stimulation, and no relief? This fantasy was becoming a curse.
After a flush, Mary returned to the living room to examine my suffering. I could see she was about to relent when Lucy found her voice. Her cursed voice. “You know Ethel, he really came on to me, you know. He started it. He said he was tired of you and finally wanted some excitement in his life.”
I panicked, “No I didn’t … it didn’t happen that way,” I stammered, trying to defend myself.
“He did, did he?” Ethel stared at me. “I suppose I should have expected it, the way he was always ogling you.”
“I was not,” I insisted, “It was.. I never… I love YOU, Mary!” I resorted to the old faithful.
“That didn’t sound very sincere,” Lucy chimed in, a rather unwelcome interruption. “He seemed to really enjoy himself using me to satisfy his wanton desires. I mean, look at my bottom! Look what he did when I tried to refuse him.” Lucy showed Ethel her belt stripes.
“What kind of man would beat a woman?” Ethel asked.
“She liked it,” I inserted in my defense.
Ethel rephrased, “What kind of man would beat a woman and then insists she likes it?”
“I don’t think he could be true to you, Ethel,” Lucy stated tritely.
“Yes, he probably can’t control himself. If not you, he will just find another woman to beat into submission,” Ethel observed. Okay, I knew there was some role-playing going on, but my honor toward the love of my life was at stake. I didn’t like the jokes at my expense, and in no fantasy was my wife excluded from my life.