Delighted is the word I would use to describe how I felt when Lena and Jake invited me to their house for an afternoon of swimming and reminiscing. We’d been neighbors and friends for over twelve years when, as a fiercely ambitious career woman, I’d left Dallas for a job in Raleigh, North Carolina. Even though I lived in another city and state, I kept in close touch with Lena, and sometimes Jake, too, through phone calls and email. I was back in Dallas on business for a week.
On Friday afternoon I took off early from work and headed out to the quiet northern suburbs. My flight back to Raleigh wouldn’t leave until almost eleven that night, so I knew I could enjoy several hours swimming in Lena and Jake’s refreshing saltwater pool.
Lena was waiting for me on the front stoop of their beautiful brick and stone home when I pulled up in my rental car. Her long, wavy espresso brown hair stirred in the breeze. She wore a red halter top and white shorts, both of which accentuated her large natural breasts and lean limbs. She also wore white sunglasses, but I knew that behind those dark lenses, her brandy-colored eyes sparkled with true affection. Her bronzed face was radiant with a toothy white smile.
She ran barefoot across the soft grass to my rental car and threw her arms around me before I could even get out. I felt the press of her hard nipples through my thin blouse and was surprised by the shot of arousal that went up my legs. She smelled like dark spices and citrus and her skin was warm and supple under my hands.
“Oh Susan,” she said in that soft Venezuelan accent that had always made my heart race a bit. “I’m so excited you’re finally here. Jake and I both have longed to see you.”
She stepped back from me, and put her arm through mine as we walked to the house. “I wish so much you could stay the night. Isn’t it possible to change your flight?”
“No, I can’t,” I said. I didn’t want to tell her that I’d already changed the flight once just so I could come visit them. “But it’s great to see you, Lena. You look fantastic…but then, you always do.”
“So do you,” she returned generously. “But I can’t wait to get you out of those stuffy old work clothes and into something pretty. Did you bring your suit?”
I shook the little bag I carried. “Right here.”
“Good. Jake has been mixing something for us to drink. I don’t know what it is, I only know it has a lot of tequila.”
“Uh-oh,” I murmured. “You know how I get when I drink tequila.”
Lena laughed. “Yes, I do know,” she said, and looked at me with a wicked grin.
We’d had our one and only girl-on-girl kiss just before I’d moved away two years earlier. Lena and Jake had invited me over for an authentic Venezuelan dinner together with a prodigious amount of margaritas. At the end of the evening just before I left for good, Lena had kissed me goodbye on the lips, something people in her country did as a matter of course. But it was new to me. I’d made a little sound in my throat like I’d liked it…not anything over the top, just a small “well, that was nice” kind of noise. It must have turned Lena on, because the next thing I’d known we were kissing away like crazy, with Jake standing there watching us, a surprised grin on his face.
A girl-on-girl kiss isn’t the kind of thing you forget, especially if it’s your only one. I was strictly heterosexual and had never felt the desire to swing my own way. But I have to admit, feeling Lena’s lips against mine and her tongue inside of me was one of the most sensual experiences of my life. It wasn’t raunchy or nasty; it just felt really luscious, like crème brulee on the end of a spoon. Afterwards, while meeting new people in a new city and before I’d started dating in earnest, I’d fantasized about Lena, imagining her doing other things to me as well. And I also have to admit, I let Jake into the picture, too. But my fantasy threesome was something I’d never shared with anyone.
Jake was waiting for us in the kitchen, standing over a large pitcher filled with golden liquid, stirring. He looked up at me with those big blue eyes in a tanned face and smiled.
“Hey you,” he drawled. “Come around here and give me a big hug.”
I walked around the kitchen bar and stepped into his welcoming arms. He held me against him, his lips nuzzling against my hair. He smelled like sunshine and pineapple, and when he pulled away to look down at me I felt a tinge of desire towards him. Not that I would have ever acted on it; I wouldn’t have betrayed Lena that way. But Jake was a rare gem. I adored him.
“How are the girls?” I asked both of them as I watched Jake pour a very tall glass of the golden liquid for me.
Jake and Lena had four daughters, all as gorgeous as their mother. Two were away at college and the younger girls still lived at home.
“Kelly and Lindsey are at a slumber party tonight,” Lena said. “I’m sorry they couldn’t be here to see you. They wanted to be, but it’s their friend’s sixteenth birthday. They couldn’t miss it.”
Jake handed me the glass and I took a long, thirsty sip. He watched my face, a funny smile curving his lips.
“How is it?” he asked at last.
“Delicious,” I said, taking another drink. “What’s in it?”
His eyes twinkled mischievously. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased.
Lena took my bag. “Come into the bedroom to change,” she said. “I can’t stand looking at you in that morbid black suit.”
Their bedroom was downstairs. A silver brass four-poster king-size bed stood in the center of the far wall. Covered in luxurious red and silver fabrics, it looked like something out of a bordello. The lower half of the posts were a bit scratched from the chains they occasionally used in some of their hotter sex play. Lena had never been shy about sharing with me the kinkier things they did, and I knew that Jake enjoyed videotaping them too.
We continued into the bathroom, where an oversized whirlpool tub stood under a window. The tub was open on two sides and Jake had especially requested the builder to add a built-in bench on one side with a very special purpose in mind. Lena had shared this with me as well. Jake used the bench to sit on while Lena, kneeling in a tub full of bubbles, gave him blowjobs. It made me wish I could be a fly on that wall.
Lena leaned against the vanity as she carelessly watched me undress. “How are you doing, Susan?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern for me. “Are you happy? Are you in love?”
“No,” I answered honestly, slipping off my jacket and skirt before unbuttoning my blouse. “I’ve dated a bit but…well, it just hasn’t been all that fulfilling.”
“Did you ever buy that video I recommended?” she asked as her warm brandy-colored eyes moved over my lacy white bra and satin panties.
She’d recommended I buy a DVD on self-pleasuring.
“Yes I did,” I said enthusiastically, picking up the glass Jake had given me and drinking the more of the delicious golden liquid. “And I have to tell you, Lena, it’s fabulous. The orgasms I achieve now are just out of this world. I go into work happy and relaxed with a big smile on my face. Everybody tells me they want whatever I’m on,” I finished with a laugh.
Lena’s eyes had grown very wide and her cheeks a bit flushed. I’d been standing there talking to her in my underwear, not even thinking about it. I thought it must be the tequila—and whatever else Jake had put in that drink—getting to me.
I took my bag and started for the separate commode with the door. Lena quickly veered me off.
“Don’t be silly,” she said. “You can change in front of me. I’m not a child. Besides, I want to see if you’re really trimming your bush like we talked about. You should, you know, not so much for the guys but for yourself. It makes you feel so sexy.”
I’d already unhooked my B-cup bra and tossed it onto the top of the rest of my clothes, revealing my soft natural breasts with relatively small beige areolas but quite large pink nipples. Now I was slipping off my panties to expose the topic of so much of her interest. I’d had my bikini area professionally waxed before I’d left for Dallas and the skin around my pussy was soft and sensual feeling. I now had a small “runway” of blonde hair about an inch over my clitoris. Lena eyed it approvingly.
“Yes,” she said in a silken tone. “That’s perfect. Good for you. Does it not make you feel sexy all the time?”
“Well, yes,” I admitted as I pulled on my bikini bottoms. Lena watched as I got the halter-style top in place, then circled around to help me with the strings in the back.
We were about the same height as we stood in the mirror together. But whereas Lena was all golden skin and dark hair and full breasts, I was slender, blonde, and pale. I have the kind of white-blonde hair people envy without considering how easily I burn in the sun. I could never go to the lake as a child without wearing long sleeves and a hat. Now I just slathered myself in sunscreen…and still wore a hat.
She finished the tying but didn’t move. Instead she stood behind me as we locked eyes in the mirror, her hands holding my upper arms in a subtle grasp. I waited, wondering what she was doing. Her eyes in the mirror swept up and down my body in a way that left no room for doubt. She wanted something. I had no idea how far she wanted to go, or if just lusting for it was enough for her, but her gaze made it very clear that she found me sexually attractive.
Having never been in that position with a woman, I had no idea what to do. Were I less cautious, or perhaps more intoxicated, I might have simply turned right then and there in her arms and kissed her like we’d kissed that night two years earlier. But I needed her to make that first step, and right now she wasn’t taking it. Instead she dropped her arms and took my hand in hers.
“Come on,” she said in a husky voice, “let’s take a dip in the cool water. I’m feeling overheated.”
Jake sat on one of the barstools at the kitchen bar, watching us as we walked, hand-in-hand, from the bedroom. “Well, that’s a sight to behold,” he remarked, looking us over with a wolfish grin. “You two girls look mighty hot together. You haven’t been doing anything naughty back there, have you?”
“Darling,” Lena purred, coming up in front of him and planting her palms on his thighs. “You know that if we were to do anything we would include you. Otherwise it just wouldn’t be fair.”
“As long as you remember that, my pet,” he said, kissing her full lips with a little more than just an affectionate peck.
Lena poured another glass of the golden elixir for me and topped off her own.
“Come on, everybody,” she said, throwing open the back door. “Let’s get out of this stuffy old house and have some fun before the sun goes down.”
The pool was fabulous. They were the only couple I knew with a saltwater pool but then, Lena and Jake weren’t an ordinary couple. The back yard was carefully planted with privacy bushes against the tall fence. Having been their neighbor, I knew they craved their privacy. Lena had angrily told me of occasions when she and Jake had caught neighbors trying to catch glimpses of them having sex in their back yard; as far as she was concerned, what she and Jake did was no one else’s business. I agreed with her. Now the bushes were a good twelve feet tall and impenetrable to the eye. It was like our own little world.
Lena slipped out of her shorts to reveal a tiny string bikini that showed off all but a fraction of her ass. Her halter top she simply pulled over her head. She wore nothing underneath, nor did she intend to. Her heavy breasts were still amazingly firm. She had large areolas the color of cappuccino and nipples about my size but much darker. She dove straight into the pool, not caring about her hair, makeup or jewelry, and swam after surfacing with an expert stroke to the other end.
“Come on!” she called to me. “Jump in!”
“I can’t get my hair wet,” I told her, holding my glass and sipping Jake’s secret serum. “I have that flight tonight.”
“Oh pooh! Who is going to see you if your hair isn’t perfect? No one cares!”
That was Lena’s philosophy and it was infectious. She made me want to ditch the routine and step out of my comfort zone. I looked at Jake, who was smiling like a man who lived with this and loved it, and shrugged. The next thing I knew I was diving into the cool, silken water.
That’s the thing about saltwater pools. Not being overwhelmed with chlorine, the water feels like nothing else in this world. It smells better, too. I was in a tropical heaven in the middle of North Texas.
Eventually Jake joined us, wearing a pair of baggy swim trunks. He looked like a middle-aged surfer, his blonde hair shaggy and bleached to different shades by the sun and his skin very tan. A computer whiz, he didn’t work that hard any more and took life as it came. He was enjoying watching me and Lena together immensely.
We played Keep-away with Jake and a tennis ball for a few minutes. Then Lena got in the middle, not doing as well as Jake. My turn came, and I showed off my natural athleticism by jumping quite high out of the water to catch the tennis ball.
“Show off!” Lena playfully accused me as she came up behind me and started tickling my sides. I didn’t realize until it was too late that she’d also been untying my top. Suddenly it came off of me and she tossed it over her head to Jake.
I shrieked and went after it, trying to cover my bare breasts with one hand. Jake waited until I was almost on him to toss it to Lena. I shrieked again, this time in laughter, and went after Lena. She taunted me, backing up as I got closer, then tossed it away.
This time the top landed midway between me and Jake. Giggling helplessly, I went after it as fast as I could. So did Jake. He just barely reached it before me but my hand was already out, and I accidently grabbed his upper arm and tugged. He put out his hand to keep me away, his fingers several times sliding over my nipples.
“Give it!” I said, determined this time to have my top back. Of course, I was still in a playful mood, secretly delighting in this moment of semi-naughty play.
“No!” he returned, dragging himself towards the edge of the pool, my bikini top held over his head like a trophy.
He reached the edge of the pool and started out. My hand grabbed the back of his swim trunks and pulled hard. He lost his balance and tumbled backwards, practically falling right on top of me. I went under and so did he. The two of us came up at the same time, laughing and sputtering. He grabbed me in play-anger around the hips and lofted me into the air. As I slid back down in his arms he held me against him. His arm curved around me and the next thing I knew he kissed me.
It might have been a deep, passionate kiss had Lena not been there. But Lena was there, and I broke the kiss and looked at her. She wore an odd expression: approval…and something more.
“It’s okay,” Lena reassured me. “Jake and I talked about this beforehand.”
He was still holding me. “About what?” I asked.
“About you,” Lena said. “About how I felt that night we kissed, and what I’ve dreamed of since then.”
“I’ve dreamed of it, too,” Jake said against my ear. “The more Lena shared with me the things she wanted to do to you, the more I wanted it too.”
Lena lifted a hand to stroke my arm. “Jake and I have never included anyone else in our marriage, but you’re different, Susan. You make both of us feel something that we can’t feel with each other.”
“Lena, I’ve never been with a woman before,” I said. “I don’t even know if I’d like it.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Lena said. “Even Jake has agreed not to touch you…unless you want him to. All you have to do is lay back and enjoy.”
Hearing those words from Lena’s lips was like an aphrodisiac. Jake moved me to the pools steps and I sat down. Lena sat down beside me and tentatively raised her hand to stroke my nipples. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the desire that welled up within me. Jake bent his head and sucked one of my nipples. Lena leaned in and kissed me. The feel of her tongue against mine was like silk. I opened my lips wider, and kissed her back with hungry longing. I was getting incredibly aroused.
Lena let her mouth blaze a trail down my chin to my neck, then farther down to my chest and breasts. She joined Jake in sucking my nipples. I tilted my head back and gave in to the exquisite feeling. Jake’s hand rubbed my inner thigh. Soon Lena’s did too. I was floating in the clouds when the both of them broke away from me.
Lena stepped out of the pool first, me rising after her. Jake came last, and the three of us stepped under the covered porch. There were four sturdy iron lounge chairs there, one for each of the girls. Jake and Lena had a special double chair they could both lay on, but instead of Jake and Lena taking it, it was me and Lena. We lay on our sides facing each other, kissing and touching each other’s breasts. Jake had walked into the house and I had no idea why until he returned with a tripod and a video camera.
I immediately got nervous and broke away from Lena.
“Jake, I’m not comfortable with that,” I told him.
“I didn’t think you would be,” he said, and pulled something out of his pocket. “Would you wear this?”
It was just a simple black satin sleep mask. I was pretty certain that if anyone who knew me saw the video, they’d know it was me even with the mask on. But my biggest fear was Jake putting it on the internet and millions of strangers seeing me. I just didn’t like that idea. So the mask made sense. Plus there was an added benefit: something about wearing the mask, not being able to see what was happening around me, simply feeling it as it happened, was incredibly erotic.
I put on the mask. Lena made a noise of aroused approval and kissed me again. After a moment I felt my bikini bottoms being drawn off. Hands immediately touched my pussy. Lena’s softer, smaller fingers stroked my clit while Jake parted my thighs and eased his middle finger into my vagina. I squirmed against them both. Lena continued kissing me while Jake leaned over and sucked my tits. Trapped in my own dark world, no longer distracted by sight, I was aware of every movement, every sensation. My nerve endings had never been so teased and tantalized.
Lena stopped kissing me and Jake stopped sucking my breasts, although both of them were still thrilling me with their hands. I waited breathlessly for what was to come next. A tongue moved against my clit, soft and gentle. Then it lifted and another tongue, bigger, slightly harder, moved over my clit. I gasped as I realized what they were doing. Lena licked me for a long moment, starting at my vaginal opening and going up, all the way over and off my clit. Jake took over the moment her stroke left me, starting at the opening, going up the slit, to glide over the clit and off. They did this over and over again, driving me to a trembling frenzy.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” I cried. Jake’s finger went deep into my pussy and Lena’s tongue stroked my clit with gentle swirls. I felt Jake’s mouth reclaim my nipple and suck greedily at it. My hips rose and fell wildly as my orgasm built on itself. The combined sensations on my body were so powerful that I lost all control over my own throat.
I cried out loudly—loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear. My orgasm crested and released itself, a million roman candles shooting off inside my core. My groin continued thrusting into Lena’s face. I couldn’t stop it. Gradually my body began to return to a normal pace, although the fire between my legs was only smoldering, not extinguished.
“Let’s take a break,” I heard Lena say. “Turn the camera off so Susan can relax and have a drink. I know she must be thirsty.”
I was thirsty, and I thought it magnanimous of them both to stop our sexual play together, when I knew they too had to be turned on. I lifted the mask to my forehead and looked at Lena. She was still sitting beside me stroking my leg.
“That was incredible,” she said. Her nipples were very erect; I knew from the way she looked and spoke that she was deeply aroused.
“Have you been with a woman before?” I asked, reflexively lifting my hand to stroke one of those beautiful nipples.
“Once, before I married Jake. I didn’t know her very well, so it wasn’t terribly satisfying.”
She said nothing more about it. I wondered if she expected me to reciprocate. I’d never been with a woman before today and I wasn’t sure what it would be like, if I would hate it. I only knew that I wanted to watch Lena orgasm. I wanted to witness her coming the way I had, hear her tormented voice as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. I wanted to watch Jake, too.
“Does the camera bother you?” Lena asked me, wiggling a little against touch of my fingers.
“I just worry about someone else seeing it,” I admitted.
She continued stroking my leg. “Would you like to watch it? See how you look?”
I was stunned by the invitation. Of course I wanted to watch it!
I wrapped a towel around my naked torso. We moved into the house and settled onto the sofa with more of the golden elixir while Jake took care of the technology side of hooking up the video for play on their big screen TV. When the image of the three of us came on, my breath caught in my throat. No porno film could have been hotter. Watching as Jake and Lena took turns going down on me almost made me orgasm all over again.
The drink Jake had made was really beginning to have a serious effect on me. I turned to Lena and kissed her, plunging my tongue deep into her mouth. On the screen I was getting near orgasm. I could hear my own voice panting and crying out. For a moment I broke away from Lena and looked at Jake. He had dropped his trunks on the floor and was sitting on the sofa watching the video, stroking himself.
“Jake,” I said, “put the camera back on us.”
Then I hooked my thumbs under Lena’s bikini bottoms and pulled down. Her shaved pussy glistened with moisture. I slid my finger down her slit into her vagina. The sensation was not completely unfamiliar since I’d certainly fingered myself plenty of times in the past. But the way she responded was definitely new to me. She immediately began thrusting hard against my hand, fondling her own tits at the same time. She licked my lips with the pointed end of her tongue, showing me what she wanted me to do to her cunt.
By now Jake had the camera ready again and came over to join us. I had slid my mask back into place, but I could hear him sucking Lena’s huge tits while I continued kissing her and finger-fucking her pussy. I was still sitting next to her, but not for long. I broke the kiss and moved onto my knees on the floor to part her legs. I could smell her aroma rising up to me. Her scent was clean and sweet, like salty watermelon. I laid my tongue against her slit and wiggled it, and lifted my head for a moment to taste her. I was still not convinced I wanted to go in this direction. But she was cooing softly as though she liked it. Jake too was moaning his approval. I felt two hands on the back of my head, one small and one large, pushing me back down.
I went back down on Lena, and not just because she and Jake wanted me to. I wanted to know what it was like, and there might never be a woman I cared for as deeply as Lena. I laid my tongue against her clit and swirled around it the way she had done to me. Her hips immediately began rising and falling against my face. Jake groaned loudly and I felt his weight shift. Since the back of my head was to the camera, I felt safe in peeping out of my mask. Jake had risen on the sofa to one knee and slid his dick into Lena’s mouth. He was face-fucking her hard, holding the back of her head as he thrust forcefully into her mouth. She held his ass in her hands.
I continued licking her clit for another minute, then moved my tongue slowly down her labia to the entrance to her vagina. Her juice had gathered there, and I finger-fucked her for a moment before plunging my tongue into her well. What I felt with my tongue was both bizarre and wonderful…the core of a woman’s sexuality, soft and yielding, warm and mysterious. This was definitely a new experience for me. Lena groaned enthusiastically around Jake’s cock. I could tell from the sounds he was making that he was incredibly turned on watching his wife get eaten out by a woman. He could come at any second. At that moment I wished there was another guy around to fuck my very hot and juicy pussy.
Lena enjoyed me going deep on her, but as a woman I could tell that what she really wanted was for me to continue making little swirls around her clit. I went back up to the top and made circles around her nub with the flat middle of my tongue. She loved this and voiced her appreciation around Jake’s cock. I went back to finger-fucking her pussy, using my middle finger and going deep to find her g-spot. She rocked against my face, and now and then her hand would leave Jake’s ass to grab the back of my head and knead my scalp.
“Suck it, baby!” Jake gasped. And then, “Oh, yeah!”
From the sound of it I knew he came. I kept licking Lena. She must have swallowed Jake’s load, because the next thing I knew she was panting loudly through her open mouth.
“Yes, yes!” Lena said. “Lick me, Susan. Eat my pussy, it feels so good.”
“Baby, you look so beautiful,” Jake told her.
“Lick my pussy, Susan,” Lena continued in an agonized voice. “Keep licking it. Don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
My tongue kept pressing, circling, over and over again, the hard little nub under the hood. I felt Jake’s weight shift again and knew he had sat down. A moment later I heard him sucking hard on Lena’s tits. Her voice lifted, its “Oh! Oh! Oh!”s getting louder and louder and more urgent.
Suddenly she spasmed against my mouth and juice from deep within her welled up over my finger and sprayed out onto my arm, chest, neck and the lower half of my face. The clear, silken liquid had a sweet smell like peaches. Jake immediately went down on her to greedily lap the juice on her shaved mound.
I stood up on somewhat shaky legs and moved across the room, out of the camera’s view, to take off my mask. I was soaked with Lena’s juice. I left the two of them clutching each other in a hot post-orgasmic embrace and went into the master bathroom to run the shower. Using Lena’s gardenia-scented body wash, I cleaned away the fluid and rinsed well. Then I washed and conditioned my hair. When I was done, I wrapped myself in one of Lena’s bathrobes from her closet. I found her and Jake curled together on the sofa, watching the video again.
She looked at me with a hungry look that took my breath away. She wanted more of me. Jake was already semi-hard from watching the video. I wasn’t sure where we were going from here, but I had a feeling they would let me know soon.
We had another drink of the golden beverage while Jake insisted we watch the video together again. Partway through, Lena left the room and in a moment the water ran. I guessed she was taking a bath. Jake looked at me and moved to my side. He took my hand in his and brought it to his cock. Bending my fingers around his semi-erect shaft, he started me stroking it. I looked deep into his blue eyes. I could admit to myself at that moment I’d always had a crush on him.
“Susan,” he said in a rasping voice, “this has been the most sensual afternoon of my life. Thank you so much for making this happen. Lena and I will be getting off on this for years to come.”
“It’s been an experience for me too, Jake,” I admitted. “I don’t know if I’ll ever go down on another woman, but I know I’ll never forget the one I have been with.”
He bent in close to my ear, his lips brushing my skin. “I really want to fuck you right now,” he whispered.
“Shouldn’t we wait for Lena?” I asked. I wanted to wait for Lena…if she didn’t take too long.
“I could get you ready,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.
“Have you ever been bound?” he asked me.
“Would you like to try it?”
“As long as there’s no pain involved. I’m not into pain, and I’m not into being contorted into strange shapes.”
“Lay down sideways on the bed,” he said.
I did so. Jake wrapped two silken scarves around both my wrists, then did the same with my ankles. He opened a drawer in his armoire to withdraw four lengths of soft rope. I lay very still as he bound the rope individually around each of my wrists and ankles. As though he had done this many times before, he pulled the left ankle rope to a bedpost and wrapped it tight before knotting it off. He did the same thing with my right wrist, making sure there was good tension across the diagonal. It was when he moved to my right ankle and pulled my legs spread eagle from the center that I began to feel trepidation. This was going over the top. At last he finished with my left wrist. I was now tied down across their bed, my head hanging upside down over the edge. I was completely exposed. Jake disappeared for a moment and came back with the camera and the eye mask.
“Relax,” he said, sliding the eye mask onto my face. “You know Lena and I won’t hurt you.”
“I just feel so helpless,” I admitted.
“Yes, you’re vulnerable. But you need to trust us.”
“Jake,” I said softly, not sure, in my dark, blind-folded world, if Lena had joined us yet. “Are you going to fuck me?”
He was quiet for a moment. Then his hand moved up my inner thigh.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Then I will.”
A thrill ran through me. I knew from Lena’s descriptions that Jake was a fabulous lover, giving a woman just what she needed until he brought her over the top. I needed that. It had been a long time since I’d been with someone who cared enough about me to cater to my needs.
The bathroom door creaked a little as it opened. I heard Lena gasp.
“Oh!” she exclaimed approvingly. “Jake, what a vision! I hope you’re taping this.”
“Of course I am,” he said in a dark tone. “I’ve also received a special request from our guest but one that I’m going to have to put off for a moment. You know why, of course, don’t you?”
Lena’s hand brushed my cheek. She leaned close to my ear.
“Darling Susan,” she purred seductively, “have you ever been deep-throated?”
“No,” I admitted.
“It’s something Jake really loves to do. You may gag a little. Just try to relax. Meanwhile, I’ll be at the other end, making the experience as enjoyable for you as I can.”
She moved away. I smelled Jake’s man-smells as he straddled my face and bent his body over me. He guided his dick into my mouth, then balanced himself with both hands on the bed. He began pumping in and out of my mouth, and as he did so his erection grew harder and larger. I felt his dick touch my uvula and gagged a little. He kept going, and as he hit the back of my throat, I gagged even more. He continued thrusting quickly so that I was never without air. Eventually my throat opened a little further and his rhythm slowed to a more leisurely pace.
Lena’s mouth kissed my inner thighs. She was taking her time this time, moving slowly over my stretched flesh. My bottom was a little elevated off the bed as Jake had tied my ankles higher on the posts, and Lena could see all of me open like a flower in bloom. Her delicate fingers moved over my clit, down my moist slit, over the opening of my vagina, across my perineum, to my anus. I was so involved with working Jake that I had not even noticed the silky feel on her fingers. Now I felt the lubricant that she had applied to her fingertips. She rubbed the lube around and around my anus. I heard a bottle top snap open and closed, and then more lube on the tip of her finger as she pushed against my tight anus. Her fingernails were quite trimmed, which I was eternally grateful for at that moment.
“Relax,” I heard Lena say. “I only want to insert a small vibrator. Try to relax your ass, Susan. It won’t hurt.”
I consciously tried to relax my anus. A moment later, the long, slender tip of the anal vibrator slipped into my channel. The batteries kicked on and I gasped as pleasurable sensations coursed through my rectum. The next moment another vibrator entered my vagina, centering on my g-spot. I rocked wildly against the two instruments that, with different vibration rates, had turned my pussy into an exploding supernova of exhilaration.
Lena’s tongue brushed my clit and I screamed against Jake’s cock in my throat. I began to orgasm, not just once, but endlessly, over and over again, all the while my jaws wide open as Jake deep-throated me. Without control of my limbs, I could not crawl away or try to control the orgasm. It held me, carrying me over time and space, sending my body farther than it had ever been. I have never again experienced anything like it. Just as it came to something like an end, although it still carried me, Jake pulled out. I felt Lena’s weight shift. The vaginal vibrator slid out of me and Jake thrust deep inside my wet, still-pulsing pussy with his big, hard cock. He fucked me like a crazed man while Lena moved to where he had been. I smelled her scent mixed with gardenia body wash as she straddled my face, her hands balancing her weight against the bed as Jake had done. My tongue arched out to her and struck her clit. She rode my tongue like a finger against her clit, wiggling over my face as she encouraged Jake.
“Fuck her, Jake,” she said over and over again. “Harder. Make her feel you like I do. Make her scream your name. Look at her, she wants you to fuck her. Give it to her.”
And on and on her voice went, going higher and more intense as her own orgasm built.
The anal vibrator was still in my ass, and I knew Jake could feel it through the thin lining of tissue between my vagina and anus. His thrusts became shorter as Lena encouraged him. I sensed he was about to come again. He was struggling to hold back, but whether it was for me or Lena, I couldn’t know. Maybe he just wanted this amazing moment to last as long as possible.
Lena came first, squeezing my head between her thighs as she yelled profanities at no one in particular. Juice ran out of her pussy into my mouth and I continued licking her clit until she moved off. Jake clinched my ass in his hands as he continued drilling into me, his movements jerky and his breathing intense. I heard him say something to Lena. A second later I felt a tongue on my clit: she was licking me again while Jake fucked me. I was so close. The orgasm seemed to start where the other one had left off, so forceful that I could hardly catch a breath. From deep in the back of my throat I yelled unintelligibly over and over again. I felt like I was going to explode. Then the sensations turned in on themselves and erupted upwards, taking me with them. I jerked madly against Jake, screamed, and orgasmed for the third time. As my cunt constricted around his dick, Jake emitted a hoarse cry and climaxed, his semen shooting into me like missiles at close range. The feeling of his seed inside me was also new; I normally demanded all my partners wear protection. At that moment I realized that, had I not been on the pill, I could have gotten pregnant. Not that, with Jake, it would have been a bad thing, I reflected.
Of course, I was jumping the gun a bit. I was still being pumped by Jake, who was reluctant to give up the afternoon of ecstasy. He finally pulled out of me and the anal stimulator was drawn out with a sucking sound. Jake and Lena both worked to release my tired arms and legs.
I desperately wanted to sleep, even before the last rope was removed. But the sun had made its decent and it was time for me to consider getting ready to leave for the airport. Lena and I showered again, together this time, without so much as brushing against each other. As we dressed side by side in the bathroom, I felt no temptation to touch her. I blow dried my hair and did my makeup; she let her hair air dry, but did apply a smattering of cosmetics. Jake had simply gotten back into his trunks and turned on the grill to cook some steaks.
We joined him fifteen minutes later, I in my dull black suit, Lena in white shorts and a clingy yellow shirt. We finished off the last of the golden liquid in the pitcher, just before Jake served up the steaks along with grilled corn. I ate everything, feeling hungrier than I’d been in months.
“Susan,” Lena said as we relaxed over the meal. “Jake will make you a copy of the tape if you want to take it with you.”
I smiled. “I don’t think so, Lena. Some things are just better enjoyed in the flesh.”
“I have to agree with that,” Jake said, raising his glass to me.
In the eight months since then, Jake, Lena and I have yet to share an afternoon like that one, and as far as I know, I’m the only person these remarkable people have ever allowed into their marriage.
Just today I opened my email to find a message from Lena: they’re planning a trip to the east coast in a few months and would like to stop by to visit me. Of course, I have cleared my calendar to make time for them.
After all, friends are always enjoyed better in the flesh.