It had started out as a simple game, a way to signal one another in a single word of a mood or a desire, a need.
Tracy was as wild and uninhibited a woman as you would ever want to meet, and I felt lucky, and fortunate enough to have found her. Little did I know how wild and crazy she could actually be. Something I have thanked my lucky stars for ever since, though I might also add with a little reservation thrown in for balance.
That first year of our marriage, we had become so in tune, so comfortable with one another that the word “spontaneous” became the norm. Neither of us knew when the other would suddenly want, desire and need the other. So it became a game, a simple signal, a word to give some sort of notification that the crazy, wild, insane was about to happen.
“What better word?” Tracy had said smiling. “Decadent! We’re in agreement then she asked?”
I could only begin to imagine. Long before we had married, I had always considered myself the wild one, willing to take a few risks, a few chances for the thrill of it all. Hell, next to Tracy I was an amateur.
“We’re in agreement,” I acknowledged, though truth be told, I was agreeing to a lot more than I’d ever imagined.
“So, if either one of us uses the word, then whatever we want to do, we do? No limits, no guilt, no saying no, yes?”
“Yes,” I said once again, sounding a little less convincing.
“And the only real rule is we take turns, if I use the word, then I have to wait to use it again only after you’ve used it correct?”
“Correct!” I said agreeing with her, beginning to feel like one of those bobbing head dolls on the dashboard of a car.
It was in a way, the only control to the game. At least when I felt decadent, had a thought, a desire that might go beyond the norm, Tracy who seemed to have those thoughts and feelings all the time would still have to wait her turn before using it again.
“Ok,” she giggled excitedly. “Decadent!”
I think it was my wife’s photo that was situated along side the word exhibitionist in the dictionary. At least even if it wasn’t, it should have been. She was simply incorrigible whenever it came to making her wear clothes, which point in fact I gave up trying to make her do, and in many ways, got a bit of a voyeuristic kick out of it whenever she didn’t, surprising the mailman, or the pizza guy or some other door to door salesman as she’d most often open the door, her lovely full bare breasts just sitting there in all their glory. She could stand there, chat about the weather, the mail, getting her checkbook, or whatever without cracking a smile over the various startled looks or expressions on those she encountered. Most often, afterwards, that simple act alone would make her horny enough to want to jump my bones.
Whenever I was in the mood, I simply ordered pizza. Though to be honest I really didn’t even need to do that. But the pizza was always good for afterwards.
At 5’10”, Tracy was tall for a woman with equally long legs that seemed to go on forever, an equally nice sculptured ass, with a beautiful looking mane of reddish-brown hair that cascaded well down to the middle of her back. She had emerald green eyes, with natural eyelashes that any woman would die to posses, though she and I both considered her best features to be her breasts, which were full, perfectly proportioned, and had the thickest thimble-sized nipples you’ve ever seen. She loved showing them off, and I loved looking at them. As did most everyone else she ever ran into.
“I thought we were going to flip a coin,” I told her watching her pout. “Ok, ok, obviously you already have something, or someone in mind,” I said giving in.
She was of course grinning by now.
“Mark and Debbie are going out this evening,” she began.
“So…they’ve asked Rachel to come over and baby-sit for them again.”
I knew who Rachel was, she was the daughter of another set of friends we knew, though not closely. “She’s just a kid!” I stated, still not knowing where Tracy was actually going with all this.
“She’s eighteen!” she responded back, and I know her. I mean not really personally, but we’ve talked, and I know she has these curiosities.
“What curiosities?” I wondered, still not getting where all this was leading to.
Mark and Debbie’s house sat next to ours. From their family den, you could see easily into our back yard. I knew from conversations with Mark, that he had seen Tracy sun-bathing in the nude on numerous occasions. He certainly didn’t seem to mind, nor did Debbie for that matter as she and Tracy were pretty good friends.
“After the kids go to bed, we’re going outside to the hot-tub and fuck!” she said simply.
“I’m still not sure where it is you’re going with this.”
“It’s simple, we’re going out to fuck, and Rachel’s going to be watching us!”
“How do you know that?”
“Oh, we’ll know,” she said smiling. Rachel always sits in the family room watching TV after the kids go down. Trust me, I know she’ll be watching us.”
At best it was chancy that she would. I mean after all, she’d have to be looking for it in a way, so perhaps we’d simply enjoy a nice fuck and Rachel would never even know that we had. If Tracy felt, or perhaps wondered if Rachel really was watching us, to be that decadent a thing, then why the hell not? After all, then it would be my turn.
“Ok, sure…why not?” I stated.
“As if you really had a choice,” Tracy reminded me with a mischievous wink.
We had just finished clearing the table from dinner when Tracy glanced out the window looking up. “She’s in the family room,” she announced.
“How you know that?” I asked.
“Because the lights on for one thing, and for another, the curtains are still open and I saw her pass by the window.”
I wondered. Not that Rachel would have any reason to believe we might actually be caught fucking at some point, nor that she’d be looking for it. But it was still a very curious thing.
“So whets next then?” I asked.
“We get naked and fuck of course!”
With a flip of the switch, Tracy lit up the floodlights that would highlight the hot tub. And as she did, I remembered Mark telling me that every time they came on, he knew we were out tubing. It was like sending a signal beacon out whenever we did.
“See what?” I asked as we stepped outside, naked, carrying a couple of large terry-cloth towels with us and nothing else.
“Now the lights off!”
I glanced up towards the window. “Could be she’s left the room,” I suggested.
“To do what? Sleep? Take a bath? I don’t think so. That’s where she’d be watching TV, but with the lights off now, I truly believe she’s watching us standing a little ways back from the darkened window.”
Admittedly there was some logic in that, and I actually did find myself getting aroused at the prospect of being spied on.
“We’ll know for sure if we see the hallway light come on outside of Mark and Debbie’s bedroom,” she added. “She can see us a lot easier from there.”
I had to laugh at that, knowing full well that was Mark’s favorite vantage point whenever Tracy was sunbathing in the nude outside. “I wonder how many times that Mark has jerked off spying on you,” I stated.
Tracy grinned, “A lot I would imagine. At least I hope so!”
We slipped into the tub, but it was immediately obvious that Tracy wasn’t in the mood to be wasting any time here. I had barely situated myself in the corner when she stood up out of the water, positioning herself on the edge, spreading her legs and balancing herself in the opposite corner from where I was, but strategically facing our friend’s house.
“Come eat me,” she said simply. “That should get her attention if we already haven’t.”
We had done this before, and I wondered how many times that Mark, and possibly even Debbie had watched us doing just that. After only a few minutes of flicking my tongue against my wife’s hot little pussy, she giggled.
“Just saw the hallway light turn on, and then off,” she mentioned. “Am sure she’s moved into their bedroom.”
Even I had to admit Tracy was probably right, that we really were being watched at this point. And I also had to wonder what, if anything Rachel might be doing to herself as she did.
“Wonder if she’s playing with herself about now,” I mumbled into my wife’s cunt.
“I know if it was me, I certainly would be!” she countered.
“That’s a given,” I said playfully sucking her clit firmly between my lips. Tracy groaned audibly, though I doubted that even as loud as it had seemed to me when she did, that Rachel could have heard her, even with the windows open. Still, I guess it was possible.
“Ok, your turn,” she announced. Lay down on the side board for a moment, let her get a good look at this nice hard cock before it disappears inside my mouth,” she instructed.
I did so, enjoying her continued manipulations of my prick as she slowly began stroking it up and down, careful so as not to block the ‘view’ as it were from the window.
“Don’t be too obvious about looking over there,” Tracy warned me. But keep an eye out and see if you notice anything, or see movement of any kind,” she announced.
For several moments I did. And then I did.
“Damn, I think she left the room. Just saw the hallway lights turn on, and she didn’t turn them off again.”
“Hmmm,” Tracy thought as she slipped back inside the tub with her back towards me. “Well, guess we’ll wait and see,” she added. “In the meantime, come here and fuck your wife.”
I slipped easily inside my wife’s slick tight little cunt and began fucking her from behind just the way she liked it. After several exquisite minutes of this, she whispered back to me, turning her head. “Don’t look up, and for hells sake, don’t stop fucking me either, but I just saw movement by the fence!”
I risked a quick glance, squinting my eyes as though concentrating instead on the sensations, and sure enough, she was right. There was movement, as a shadow continued to creep along the edge-line of the fence. I knew almost immediately where she was heading.
“Right in front of us,” I whispered back. “See those split boards?” Tracy giggled.
“Yeah, I know…I’ve caught Mark peeking through them on more than one occasion,” she told me.
“Mark tends to spy on you a lot doesn’t he?” I responded teasingly, though half seriously as well. “I think he has a lot of reciprocation to be doing.”
“Oh come on baby,” Tracy purred. “You’ve seen Debbie’s tits several times.”
“Not nearly as much as Mark’s seen yours!” I countered.
“Shih, she’s at the hole.” Tracy cautioned me. “Now…fuck me, and fuck me good!”
Though it was somewhat exciting to know that Rachel had actually come outside to watch us, it was somewhat of a let down however that we never knew, and could only guess and even fantasize about what she was doing or even thinking about while watching us. And even Tracy had been slightly disappointed that there hadn’t been something more as we talked about it later on that evening before going to bed.
“I guess it wasn’t all that decadent after all,” she told me with a disappointed tone in her voice.
“I would guess that depends on your definition of the word. I thought it was.”
“Good point. I think that there needs to be three things for it to be decadent, and before we use the word, I think that it needs to meet all the criteria.”
“Ah oh,” I said to myself. “Now what?”
“First, I think there has to be an element of risk, a little dangerous excitement perhaps.”
“I thought there was,” I countered, but she gave me a frowny-lipped look and continued.
“Secondly, I think it has to be just this side of the norm at the very least. Thirdly? It needs to be very…very…naughty. And forth…”
“I thought you said three things,” I interrupted, once again getting a look.
“And forth,” she continued, emphasizing the word. “The thrill of doing it has to be as intense as any orgasm itself afterwards.”
As I thought about it, our naughty little encounter with Rachel had met three of those standards, but admittedly, the forth one Tracy had added there at the end had been a bit lacking.
“So…mine didn’t count,” she said grinningly. All I could do was shake my head and smile.
Late Saturday afternoon Tracy was being a bit fidgety, and more than a bit antsy.
“Lets go for a drive!” she announced suddenly.
“Decadent!” she responded with a lusty look that seemed to magically appear within her face. Obviously, she’d been thinking about something all afternoon. And I wasn’t about to argue the point with her about whose turn it really was either. In the first place, I really hadn’t been working on it, and in the second, I was suddenly horny and curious as to what it was she had come up with.
“Like I said, where?”
“You’ll see. Oh…and I’m driving by the way!”
A short time later we were out the door and on the freeway. Obviously, where ever it was we were going was a little distance away or we wouldn’t have gotten on this road.
“You gonna tell me what you have planned I asked?”
“In a minute. I’m still thinking it through, and I also want to sort of scout things out a little before I make my final decision.”
She laughed, “Partially, yes. But just not sure about the location or possibilities yet,” she answered.
We drove on for several miles until she turned on the blinker signal. I noticed only then that she’d taken the exit for one of the rest-stops located along the freeway.
“Need to use the restroom?” I wondered, though I already had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t why we were here.
“That depends,” she once again giggled glancing towards me as she pulled our car into one of the parking places not too far away from the restroom area. Looking around, I noticed as was usually the case, that there were two large eighteen wheel rigs parked near by, and only one other car besides ours in the parking area.
“Now you gonna tell me?” I asked.
Tracy was glancing about without answering just as another man and woman emerged from the restroom heading towards their car.
“Wait!” Was all she said, though she opened the car door and stepped out, which is when I also noticed another eighteen-wheeler had just pulled into the lot.
“You stay here,” she told me. “If I wave at you, then get out and come over to where ever I Am.”
But she closed the door without answering and headed straight for the bathrooms. I sat there watching her go, and then watched as a few minutes later that the trucker who’d just pulled in to the lot, got out and headed towards the bathroom as well. Tracy must have been watching him too as she emerged from the women’s restroom a moment later, walked over to stand by the door of the men’s room and produced a cigarette though she failed to light it.
“Ahhh, I see.” I said to myself from inside the car. “Well…sorta anyway.”
Seconds later I watched as Tracy suddenly darted back towards the women’s bathroom, spun, then slowed and began patting her pockets just as the other guy emerged. It was obvious that she startled him somewhat, but he immediately saw her waving the unlit cigarette, smiled, and fished a lighter from out of his shirt pocket. I also noticed as he did that, that Tracy had at some point undone another one of her shirts buttons. She’d not worn a bra, which I had already noticed the moment we got in the car, so I also knew that the guy was getting an ample look at my wife’s deep cleavage. They stood talking for several moments, and then I saw the expression on the guys face suddenly change as he looked up in my direction. I froze in my seat wondering. Then watched, as they talked some more. Finally Tracy turned and waved her hand towards me. That was the signal I guess, for whatever, so I got out and casually walked towards them.
“George was it? This is my husband Brian, Brian? This is George, and he’s agreed to participate in our little game.”
George laughed nervously as we shook hands. We were approximately the same size, so I am sure he wasn’t too worried about being robbed or manhandled or anything like that.
“At first, he thought I was a hooker or something,” she mused. “Isn’t that funny? Until I explained to him of course that I wasn’t asking him for money, and that this was just a little naughty game we enjoy playing every once in a while. Once I had convinced him of that, he agreed.”
I could only smile like I knew what was going on. I mean after all, I still didn’t have a clue here. But Tracy continued, finally filling me in.
“I explained to George here that I have a thing for jacking off strange men, and how I love the feel of their hot cum spurting on my tits afterwards. Once I explained to him that’s all I wanted, he agreed. That’s also when I told him about you, and that you enjoy watching me do that, and could also act as a lookout for us in case anyone came. Oh yeah, and one another thing, that it had to pretty much be out in the open for me to really get off on it.”
George was blushing at this point, still acting a bit nervous about the whole thing until Tracy began undoing the rest of the button’s on her blouse. “And you can play with them as much as you like while I’m jerking you off,” she added as further incentive, but afterwards, that’s it…nothing else, agreed?”
George merely shook his head still looking at me for any signs of trouble or preferably, assurance. I smiled back at him giving him that.
“Where?” he glanced around worriedly.
“Well right here of course!” Tracy told him, already reaching out to begin unzipping his fly. Moments later Tracy had his rapidly hardening cock out and had begun stroking it. “Go ahead, touch them if you’d like,” she urged. He did, and finally began to relax as his hands squeezed and fondled my wife’s bare breasts. I watched, occasionally looking around to see if anyone else had entered the lot or might approach us from one of the other two trucks. So far no one had, even though we were obviously in plain sight from either of them where we stood, and where it was also very obvious that Tracy was happily and contentedly stroking the man’s prick.
“Let me know when you’re about to cum,” she told him. “I want to make sure you squirt it all over my breasts,” she reminded.
I had to admit, this was pretty decadent. Here we were with a complete and total stranger, standing outside where we could easily be seen as Tracy man-handled the guys hard stiff prick, her breasts bare for all the world to see, and me getting hornier and hornier by the second.
“Almost there,” George said with a grimace of pleasured pain upon his face, once again looking towards me with some degree of uncertainty.
Tracy knelt down before him on the ground at this point, still stroking the man’s prick, though now she aimed it, pumping it off directly against her firm exposed tits.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she teased him. “Shoot me a nice big hot load, really cover my tits George, ok?”
“Sure lady,” he said with a grin on his own face now, then seconds later, granted her wish.
I stood there watching as Tracy pumped what seemed to be like a gallon of cum all over her tits. It was soon running down both breasts in tiny little rivers of white sticky semen. As soon as he was finished however, he stood back already tucking himself away with a sheepish look on his face.
“Want me to get you something? A paper towel? Some toilet paper?”
“Nah, I like it this way,” Tracy announced. “I like feeling all that hot man cream on my tits.”
He then thanked us both for an interesting time, and all but ran back towards his truck as he soon after pulled out of the lot and headed back out onto the highway.
“Well? We finished here then?” I asked.
“Not yet, wait a moment,” Tracy told me as she re-buttoned her blouse though leaving that same extra button undone. I couldn’t help but notice when she did, the sudden emergence of several wet spots that soaked through her white blouse as we stood there.
“What are we waiting for?”
“Just wait, wait a minute or two longer, then if nothing happens, we’ll go.”
Sure enough, a moment or two later someone emerged from one of the other trucks and began making his way towards us. We continued to stand there watching him as he did. He smiled as he approached, making it obvious he wasn’t heading into the bathroom.
Once again Tracy laughed and began explaining it to him.
After Pete had finished emptying his massive load all over my wife’s tits, rather than do has George had done, and race back to his truck, he stood there for a moment sharing a smoke, admiring the view as Tracy hadn’t as yet recovered her now doubly cum-covered tits.
“So you two do this just for some bit of kinky fun huh?”
“Might could say that,” Tracy once again giggled. “Why? Didn’t you find it exciting she asked?”
“Hell lady, you already know the answer to that one! What man in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy getting a hand-job out of the clear blue sky from a good-looking woman? Even if that’s all she was offering.”
“Which it is,” she reminded him with a wink, then added. “What about your other friend over there? Where’s he at?”
Pete laughed following her look. “That’s Margie’s rig.”
“Yeah, known her for quite a while now. Pretty much travel the same routes and run into one another on occasion. She’s more into women if you know what I mean,” he said knowingly.
“Ah, I see,” Tracy said with a curious expression on her face. “That could be interesting,” she said as an afterthought.
“Now what are you up to?” I asked.
“I dunno, maybe Margie would enjoy some naughty finger-fucking or something,”
“Well no, probably not. But maybe she’d enjoy it if I did.”
Pete really began laughing then. “Tell you what, I’ll go over and ask her. I know she’s asleep, but if she’s at all interested, especially after I tell her about my experience, she’ll let you know. Wait here for a moment.”
With that, Pete headed back across the lot towards her rig. About that time another passenger car pulled into the lot and parked next to ours.
“Um babe, you might want to duck into the restroom or something for a minute or two,” I suggested. She was just about to do just that when two younger looking college guys got out of the car and headed towards us.
“No, think I’ll just stand here like this for a moment, see what happens,” she said excitedly.
“You’re killing me here Tracy,” I told her laughing. “Only you could pull something like this off.”
“Or them?” she added with another lusty looking grin.
It was funny. I am sure at a distance we looked like any other road-weary travelers just stretching our legs. Until they got close enough to see Tracy’s tits hanging out, still covered with glistening cum-cream.
“What the fuck?” One of the guys said as he nearly stumbled over his own feet.
“Would you care to make a deposit?” Tracy asked opening her blouse even further, displaying her obscenely coated cum-tits.
“You serious?” One of them asked, the other looking up and around.
“What’re you doing?” His friend asked.
“I’m looking for the cameras, this has got to be some kind of a joke or something.”
“They don’t do this kind of a gag on that kind of a show,” his friend told him. “Well, not like this anyway,” he added once again looking down at my wife’s dripping breasts.
“Come on Bill, lets go, this is too weird,” the one guy stated and immediately turned around. With some obvious reluctance, and a shrug of the shoulders, his friend followed.
“Too bad,” Tracy stated. “Might have been interesting.”
“As if all this hasn’t been?” I said stating the obvious. We watched the two college boy’s race out of the parking lot. “Maybe we should leave.” I told my wife. “They could be calling the cops right about now.”
“And what? Tell them they were invited to cum all over some strange woman’s tits? I don’t think so,” she grinned.
We both heard the sound of a truck door being closed. Watched as Pete and Margie began walking towards us.
“Ok, now maybe this might get interesting after all,” I said softly as they neared.
“Nice tits,” Margie spoke. She wasn’t exactly typical of a lot of “butch-like” women I had seen. Her hair was short, but not butch-dyke short, and she wasn’t exactly a big woman either though she certainly had what appeared to be muscular looking arms. She wore no makeup of course, which would have seemed strange on her under the circumstances, appearing more like an average typical tom-boy more than anything else.
“Thank you,” Tracy grinned in greeting. “So, I assume Pete told you about our little game?”
“He did,” Margie spoke sizing me up, then glancing back down at Tracy’s breasts. “So this is for real huh?” she questioned again.
“It is, what would you like me to do?” Tracy questioned.
“What would you like to do?” Margie answered her back.
“Oh, I’d enjoy fingering you, taking some of your juices and smearing them on my breasts,” she told the woman.
“Seems like your breasts are pretty well smeared enough already,” she countered.
“They are pretty messy,” Tracy agreed giggling. “You could clean them off for me,” she suggested wickedly.
“I could,” Margie countered. “And will if you two are willing to fuck for me while I do.”
“I’d enjoy seeing that myself!” Pete added with a great deal of enthusiasm.
“Then lets do it!” Tracy said, and led me along with everyone else a bit further around the corner of the short brick wall that served as a waiting area.
I was a bit surprised when Tracy quickly stripped off all her clothing and placed herself down, laying on her back on one of the stone benches. “Ok baby, come fuck me, just like the woman said!”
“You keep an eye out Pete!” Margie warned her friend. “You already got something out of this, so don’t be letting anyone sneak up on us and getting us busted because you’re too horny to do otherwise.”
“Don’t worry, I will, but I’m still gonna be watching this too,” he told her. “Maybe afterwards, you and I…”
She simply shot him a look. “Yeah…right,” she stated. “In your dreams.”
Admittedly I was surprised when Margie leaned over and began licking my wife’s nipples, though by now, most of the sticky spunk had been absorbed into her skin or had been wiped away on her blouse. Still.
I spread Tracy’s legs, positioned my prick and slid into her as easily as a hot knife through butter. She was soaked!
“Hmm, salty. Just like my brother,” Margie announced, then continued licking and sucking my wife as I continued fucking her.
“Now THATS decadent!” Tracy laughed out loud hearing the woman’s comment.
“Yeah I know,” she grinned knowingly. “But this aint bad either!”
After the episode at the rest stop, things got progressively wilder and crazier for us both. We’d taken some pretty dangerous risks at discovery, which admittedly even for me had added to the intensity of the moment. We had fucked or fooled around several times in public, once in a downtown elevator that we both knew to be highly used, riding up and down inside it, me standing behind my wife as we rode it from the bottom to the very top floor and down again. Finally managing to enter her from behind as she had worn a specifically designed skirt we had created for just such an occasion without anyone else who had ridden on the elevator with us even aware that’s what we’d been doing.
The other going through a nearby automatic car wash, several times where eventually a few other people became aware of what was going on, specifically because we eventually got naked of course, and kept going back through. And no one seemed to really mind either, though the manager of the convenience store eventually came out and threatened to call the cops if we didn’t leave. I wasn’t really too worried about that though as he only did so when someone else finally complained.
At any rate, it had surprisingly been a while since we’d done anything, and it was even Tracy’s turn! So I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised when she had just gotten off the phone, walked into the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee and said “Decadent” before I’d even realized that she had.
By now I simply smiled and waited to hear what she had in mind. Like I said, by this point it could be just about anything, all I could usually do was hang on and go along on the ride.
“You’re going to need to go upstairs to the bedroom in about twenty minutes and hide in the closet.”
“Oh? Why?” I asked stupidly.
“Because Rachel’s coming over. I told her I was cleaning out my closet, and that maybe some of the stuff I am getting rid of might fit her.”
“Shit Tracy, I don’t know about this one.”
“Oh don’t get your shorts in a wad!” She exclaimed. “She’ll never know you’re in there, especially if you don’t do anything stupid like start coughing or sneezing.”
Suddenly I coughed.
“Yeah, like that,” she added throwing me a stern look. “Anyway, like I’ve told you before, we’ve started to have some pretty interesting discussions, and I thought this might be a fun naughty way to include you without her knowing about it. And besides, if this goes the way I think it might, you will at the very least get to see her naked!”
There was that.
“So take one of the cushioned folding chairs upstairs with you,” she instructed. “You might be in there for a while. Oh, and if you end up jerking yourself off while you’re in there, do try and be quiet when you cum, ok?”
“Yes dear,” I said leaving the room.
We had a large sized bedroom with nice-sized walk in closets on either side of the bed, his and hers. Sitting in my “closet” wasn’t exactly all that difficult or uncomfortable. It was rather roomy, and with strategically placed slats in the door, also very easy to see inside the room from where I sat. Tracy had already opened the doors to her own closet, and had pre-selected several semi-sexy looking outfits she hadn’t worn in quite some time. Most of which she thought Rachel might actually try on, which Tracy was sure she could convince her to do. But I also knew my wife. Just getting Rachel here to try on a few things, even if she did manage to get the young woman naked, wasn’t the entire purpose of her decadent little scheme. I knew better. And I knew she was up to a lot more than just that. And it was indeed no more than fifteen minutes later when I heard the two women climbing the stairs towards our bedroom.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Tracy stated for my benefit. “Brian’s out golfing for the afternoon, so we have complete and total privacy to spend as much time talking, and trying on things as you’d like.”
“I really appreciate this,” Rachel told her. “There really isn’t anyone else I’ve felt as comfortable talking to about stuff like this as you’ve been. And I also appreciate that you’re willing to give me your clothes, they’re so beautiful and expensive!” she added.
“All the more reason you should have them and try them on,” Tracy urged. “I hate giving them away to people I don’t know, or who won’t appreciate them, and besides, its sort of fun for me seeing how they might look like on someone else.”
From my vantage point, I could see a slight flush spread across Rachel’s face at the implication. “I didn’t wear a bra,” she informed my wife, which was also obvious the moment she walked into the room, wearing a simple pair of jeans and tee-shirt.
“Good! Less we have to worry about taking on and off then isn’t it?” Tracy told her. “And besides, most of what I wear looks far better with a bra off anyway.”
Once again it was fairly easy to see that Rachel was blushing, though I was quickly surprised when I saw the young woman place her hands around her own breasts cupping them as she spoke. “Maybe, but not sure they’ll fill most of the clothes out the way you fill them, I’m a bit smaller busted than you are.”
Tracy crossed the room and actually placed her hands over the young girl’s breasts without a moment’s hesitation, weighing them in her hands, giving each a cursory measure as though comparing them. “Oh I don’t know, I’m certainly not that much larger than you are, see?”
Tracy had taken one of Rachel’s hands, placing it on her own breast while leaving one of her own hands on Rachel’s breast as though clinically comparing the two. “Not that much difference I think.”
“Oh no, you’re MUCH bigger than I am,” Rachel argued.
“Hmm, let’s see.” And with that, as nonchalantly as possible, Tracy pulled the tight knit tee-shirt she’d been wearing up and over her head. She then stepped in front of the full-length mirror, which she knew damn well I could clearly and easily see from where I was sitting. “Easier to tell if we stand in front of the mirror side to side.”
Tracy stood for a moment, bare-chested, waiting. Rachel finally got the hint and pulled her own tee-shirt up over her head, tossing the discarded garment back towards the bed.
“See? Like I said,” a moment later as both women stood in front of the mirror comparing the shape and size of their respective tits.
“Mine are a little bigger than yours are, but not by much,” she suggested, reaching over to once again gently lift one of Rachel’s tits in her hand, while cupping one of her own. “And even if they are, a majority of these clothes are going to fit you just fine anyway,” she added.
For the next several minutes I sat watching as Tracy had Rachel trying on several blouses, discarding a few, with Rachel happily accepting many others.
“Now, let’s see about the skirts and dresses I have,” she said glancing towards the girl. “Off with the jeans!” she prompted holding up one of her nearly see-through sun dresses.
“Oh that’s really pretty!” Rachel commented, shucking off her jeans.
“Panties too,” Tracy said suddenly. “They won’t hang right with what you’re wearing.”
I nearly chuckled, glad that I didn’t. Rachel was wearing a pair of white cotton panties that said “Monday” on them written in pink embroidery even though it was Saturday.
“I either wear a thong, or nothing at all with most of these,” Tracy told her.
Shyly, Rachel tugged her panties down and tossed them into one of our nearby chairs. “Mother hates thongs,” she said defiantly. “Every time I buy one, they mysteriously disappear when I go to wash them.”
Tracy laughed. “See? All the more reason not to even wear any!”
Rachel laughed with her. “Yeah, wouldn’t my boyfriend love knowing that!”
“Which reminds me,” Tracy said, “How is that aspect of your love-life going anyway?”
“What love-life?” She countered. “All he really wants to do is get inside my pants, I don’t really think he loves me.”
“I take it you’re still a virgin then?” Tracy wondered in asking.
“No, I lost that last year to another boy. But he didn’t love me either. I just don’t want to make the same mistake twice is all. But I have to admit Tracy, it is driving me crazy, I mean ya know? I still want to. I still get these urges and feelings…”
“You mean you’re horny just like everyone else right?”
Rachel laughed. “Guess you could say that, yes.”
“Don’t you ever masturbate?” Tracy asked openly.
“Oh come on honey, we all do you know, I’d be willing to bet even your own mother does!”
That broke the silence as Rachel laughed hysterically. “I doubt that, seriously,” she openly stated. “A while back I had purchased one of those really small vibrators? I wanted to try one, see what they were like? Anyway, I had accidentally dropped it on the floor without realizing it. And later than afternoon my mother had come into my room to put some clothes away and saw it laying there.”
“Oh no! So now she knows you’re using it to masturbate with?”
“No, not even that, that’s not the funny part. The funny part ‘was’ that she turned it on, so when I came home later, she’s sitting there at the dining room table running this thing back and forth around her neck and face!”
“You’re kidding me!”
“No! I come in and she say’s, ‘Rachel! I didn’t know you had one of these! I used to own something similar to this one myself until it wore out. Really good for keeping the skin toned you know.’ “Honestly Tracy, I nearly died laughing about it later on!”
The girls laughed about it a moment or two longer. “But at least you do masturbate then to take the edge off,” Tracy stated rather than questioned.
“Well, not often, but yes, sometimes,” she admitted.
“Rachel honey, even IF your mother doesn’t masturbate, which I still seriously doubt, it is perfectly normal and natural to do so. Hell sweetie, I do it every day, and sometimes twice a day.”
“Hell yes! And so does Brian for that matter!”
I nearly fell off my chair hearing that.
“He does? She stammered in bewilderment. “But why would he? He has you!”
“Honey, just because we have a good and very active sex-life, doesn’t mean we’ve stopped masturbating, if anything, we probably do it even more because we DO have an active sex-life. One seems to increase the desire for the other.”
“Hell yes! And besides, one of the things we both enjoy doing and seeing is masturbating for one another. It’s a great way to learn about ourselves, and about each other.”
Rachel was quiet for a moment while considering that.
“I’ve never seen a guy jerk himself off before,” she near whispered. “I mean I’ve only had sex twice, both times in the dark, and before that was when I was much younger, when Billy wanted me to do him beneath the blanket in the family room when my folks were away. Hell, I’d barely even touched him when he spurted, he was so embarrassed that he got up and took off. I didn’t see him again for weeks, and by then, I didn’t want to!”
Tracy was laughing, not at her, but with her as the two women tumbled back onto the bed together.
“And you want to know the really worst part? I’m not even sure I know what an orgasm is!” Rachel suddenly confessed. “I mean, I feel good doing it, and it certainly feels good while I’m doing it, but then I suddenly get all tense…and then its over, just like that.”
“Over as in you have this wonderful magnificent explosion deep down inside your pussy?”
“Ah…no. Never that, just sort of this lingering ache that takes a long time to finally go away.”
“Oh honey! Don’t you know that’s when you’re almost there? You’re just on the edge of having an orgasm?”
“Oh yes baby it is!”
“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to try that next time then, maybe later on this evening in fact,” she said smiling.
“Or…I could show you, help you, and teach you how it really should feel.”
I had gotten hard a lot earlier than now. But hearing their conversation, seeing them on the bed together, Rachel entirely naked, and Tracy with those magnificent tits of hers still hanging out as well, had my prick about twice the size of normal, or so it seemed anyway.
“Sure, why not?” My wife said, standing before Rachel could say anything to stop her, and stripped her own panties off so that she was as naked as Rachel was.
“You’re shaved,” she commented.
“You’re trimmed,” Tracy responded back. “It’s all a matter of preference,” she told her. “And Brian prefers licking my pussy when it’s completely shaved.”
“That’s something else I’ve never experienced either,” Rachel admitted openly now. “What’s that like anyway?”
“One thing at a time,” Tracy said simply. “Let’s begin at the beginning shall we? Now, lie back against the bed and relax. Close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling, what I’m doing. Here, spread your legs a little. That’s it, much better, now just relax and concentrate on what I’m doing to you.”
Tracy had placed Rachel sideways across the bed so that I could easily see what was going on. And though I couldn’t exactly see the young woman’s pussy from where I was sitting, I could at least see them from the side, which poised a rather erotic picture itself with Rachel spread out before her, my wife sitting comfortably between her legs, nice firm tits hanging there from above as she leaned over and began soothingly running her hands over and around the young girls cunt.
“Hmmm, that’s nice,” Rachel murmured.
“It gets better,” Tracy promised. “Much, much better.”
“So honey,” she spoke as she continued to lightly run her hands over the young girls body, caressing her breasts, occasionally gliding her hand or fingers over Rachel’s sex, causing her to shudder or jump involuntarily whenever she did. “Have you ever seen anyone ‘fucking’ before?” she asked, using the vulgarity of the word in either shocking her to arousal, or in seeing her response in using it.
Rachel stuttered momentarily, torn between confession or omission perhaps, which Tracy sensed, and purposely, even more directly now touching the tip of the young woman’s clit, encircling it softly as she asked the question again.
“So have you?”
“Ah yeah, once…” she offered.
Tracy laughed. “You mean as in that night? When Brian and I were out fucking in the tub?”
I watched as Rachel’s eyes flew open, nearly sitting up though Tracy had been expecting that, one hand still caressing her young tender breasts as she forcefully, yet softly pushed her back down on the bed.
“You knew it was me?” she asked in alarm.
“No biggy. We thought it was. We knew you were over there baby sitting, and truth be told, had you not been, we might have even invited you over to watch. Hell sweetie, you might have actually learned something.”
“Watch? You mean actually sit there and watch the two of you…you…”
“Fuck? Sure, why not? If you really wanted to do that, it certainly wouldn’t bother either one of us, hell, I know for a fact that Brian would certainly get off on your doing that!”
“He most certainly would!”
“And you wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not. We’re very open and very liberated with one another. That’s what keeps the sex between us so good.”
“Damn Tracy, I wish I could be like you,” she said honestly.
“No reason why you can’t Rachel. It’s all about how we think and feel about ourselves. Speaking of which, how’s this feeling anyway?”
“Nice…very, very nice.” Rachel purred once again settling herself down into the bed. “Fuck Tracy, even when I do this myself, it doesn’t even feel half as good!”
“Like I said sweetie, you aint seen nothing yet!”
I had already cum once, pumping out a wad of cream that would have choked a horse around the time Tracy had begun fingering Rachel’s near hairless quim. But I was already well on my way to another when I watched as Tracy slowly managed to get Rachel off for the very first time in her life as it appeared. Her high-pitched squeal of delight was ear-piercing and surprised both of them.
“Oh my god! So that’s what it’s like?” she managed to speak saying several long minutes later.
“That’s what its like!” Tracy said sounding pleased. “But trust me, it can get even better than that!”
“Oh god! I don’t see how!”
“Well it can, especially when you learn to do it yourself. Even as good as Brian is when he finger-fucks me, it never feels nearly as good as when I do it myself.”
I winced hearing that.
“But, when it comes to eating pussy, there’s nothing better than having a climax that way.”
Suddenly I was smiling again.
“Here, now…you watch me while I do it.”
“Yeah, just do what I do, follow along, and then experiment with yourself. If something I do feels good when you do it, then just keep doing it. Don’t feel like you have to change or do it the same way I do. Just do what feels best, and what you like the best ok?”
“Ok,” Rachel grinned excitedly.
Seeing the two girls sitting on the bed facing one another was again amazing as hell. I was still rock hard, my cock throbbing with abandon, enjoying this extremely dangerous, voyeuristic little excursion from inside my own closet.
“Oooh,” Rachel moaned watching wife. “I do like that,” she giggled. “That feels nice!”
“Good, now try this,” Tracy instructed.
I couldn’t see everything they were doing, but I could hear it, and I could see by the expressions on the two women’s faces they were having a wonderful time watching one another touching themselves.
“You don’t have to stick anything inside for it to feel good. Sometimes I do, but not always. If I just want to have a nice tender little cum, then I just keep rubbing the tip of my clit like this, or sometimes I like to slap it a little, like this.”
I could hear the sound of Tracy slapping her clit, her lips with the palm of her hand. Then heard as both women sat doing it.
“That’s it? See? How does that feel?”
“Hmmm, it sorta feels naughty.”
“Hmm, yes…yes it is!”
“Now try pinching it a little.”
“Perfect! That’s it. Pull on it a little, twist it some, then let go and do it again.”
“Not that hard, not until and unless you’re really horny when pain can become pleasure too. Work up to it. That’s it. A little less forceful. Ah yes, much better.”
“Can I touch your breasts?”
“Be my guest.”
“Strange how touching you can make this all seem even hotter.”
“Yes, hornier!” Rachel agreed.
“Would you like to make me cum this time?” Tracy questioned,
“If you want to.”
“I’d love to!”
“Ok, but first, you have to make yourself come for me, and then you can. I want to watch you do it, make sure than you can.”
Two seconds later it seemed, she was squealing again in pure orgasmic bliss.
I had watched having now cum for the second time in my closeted domain, as Tracy instructed Rachel in touching her, how she liked it, and what to do all the way through her own nice little climax. The two girls now laying side by side in bed together, gingerly fingering, still toying, still caressing one another.
“So? How’d you like it?”
“I loved it! That was really nice. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And so…?”
“How’d you actually like seeing Brian and I doing it again. But next time, close enough to actually see what’s going on, and how it should go on.”
“You were serious?”
“Of course I was.”
“And he’d be ok with that?” Tracy burst out laughing.
“Oh honey, more than. Trust me.”
Rachel laughed too. “Yeah, I guess most men would be wouldn’t they?” she stated in saying the obvious. “Do you think…” Rachel stopped then wondering if she could or even should continue asking the question.
“Do I think what?” Tracy pressed sitting up.
“Well, like I said earlier, I’ve never even seen a guy jerk himself off before. And I’ve always sort of fantasized and wondered about that. Do you think he would do that for you, for me? For us?
“Oh my…yes,” Tracy grinned broadly. “In a New York minute! I’ll tell you what, as soon as he gets home, I’ll mention it to him, but I’m willing to bet we can set something up for tomorrow if you’re still interested. That will give you plenty of time to think about it, and think about all this before you finally decide.”
“Ok,” she said considering. “Ah Tracy? You going to tell him about this?”
“Of course I am darling. Brian and I don’t hold secrets from each other. It wouldn’t be right if I did. We don’t cheat on one another. If we have fun on the side, like this…then we share it, and tell one another about it. That way there’s no jealousy, no going behind one another’s backs. And in the long run, it’s exciting to discuss and share things like this with one another.
She thought about that for a few moments. “Wow…you guys are something else.”
“You can say that again,” I thought as I cleaned up my third mess of the evening.
But the beauty of the whole thing was, it really was now my turn to be decadent. And I had every intention of being just that!
# I was still in bed when Tracy came into the room to wake me. “Hey sleepy-head, she’s coming over today at noon!” It was then that I felt my wife’s lips encircle my prick getting my immediate attention. “How did she sound? Interested?” I asked. “Very!” Tracy said with a mouth full of cock. “Hmm, that surprises me a little,” I said fully awake now. “Didn’t think she would actually consider it.” “Are you kidding? After I told her you’d be more than happy to jack yourself off in front of her? What woman wouldn’t jump at the chance to see something like that?” “Well I know you would, but you’re not any woman either!” “That’s true,” she said giving my cock a gentle nip before retreating from the bed before I could grab her. “Now, get up, she’ll be here in less than an hour. You need to shower…and shave!” she said rubbing her chin. “Or if you’d rather, I can shave you myself.” She wasn’t talking about my face either, and preferred it when I was as bare as she was. “Ok, ok, give me a few to wake up, shower and shave. I’ll be downstairs in fifteen. Oh and Tracy?” “Yeah?” “Decadent!” She was grinning. “You’re going to do something very, very naughty aren’t you?” She said hopefully. “Count on it!” I told her honestly. “I’m in a deliciously wicked mood!” Tracy laughed skipping out of the room like a teenage girl. “It’s about damn time!” She threw back at me. “You’re decadence has been slipping lately!” #
Rachel arrived exactly on time and she was definitely nervous. And though it was just past noon, Tracy poured everyone a light Chardonnay by way of settling her nerves.
“So honey? Did you give this a lot of thought?”
Tracy had felt it might be better for her to greet the young woman alone initially, so I stood just off the hallway waiting for my signal to head back into the sitting room.
“Yes,” she giggled. “A lot!”
“Did you practice?”
Rachel knew exactly what my wife was referring to, causing her to laugh. “Three times!” she said honestly though a blush quickly spread across her entire face. Tracy was laughing with her.
“My, my, three times!” Tracy repeated back. “And where you able to reach orgasm?” she pressed.
“Well, not the first time, but that was only because my mother knocked on the bedroom door interrupting me. But after she’d left, though it took a while, I finally did. But the third time shortly after that, I did as well.”
“Good for you!” Tracy congratulated. “So, you ready for this?” she asked still trying to keep the conversation going.
“I think so,” she almost whispered.
“No sweetie, you have to know so, not just think so. This isn’t something you can’t be absolutely sure of. Neither Brian nor I want there to be any misgivings, doubts or guilt feelings about it afterwards.”
With a new resolve in her voice, bolstered perhaps by the wine, Rachel responded in a much firmer tone of voice. “No, I really want to. I want to learn and quit being so damn shy and so naive about everything.”
“Glad to hear that,” Tracy said pouring the young woman another glass of wine, refilling her own as well as another she’d placed out for me. “Why don’t we go ahead and take these out to the sitting room then where Brian is waiting for us.”
I quickly took the few steps necessary to retreat ahead of them and made my way over to one of the oversized living room chairs sitting across from the matching couch. Seconds later Tracy and Rachel entered the room.
“Wine darling?” she asked handing me the drink.
“Yes, thank you. Hi Rachel, how are you?” I asked.
She was blushing again, but sat down on the couch next to Tracy as she did. “I’m fine thank you,” she responded taking a large sip from her drink.
Though the girls were both dressed, I sat across from them wearing nothing more than a large white terry-cloth bathrobe.
“As soon as you feel comfortable enough to do so, we’ll begin,” I told her. “But before we do, it’s important that you know that at any point, should you become uncomfortable, you need to say so. I think Tracy’s pretty much filled you in on things, but if this is to be a hopefully, fun and exciting experience for all of us, then there shouldn’t be any reservations or doubts whatsoever.”
“No, I’m fine,” she spoke up with an edge of renewed excitement. “As a matter of fact, I had a hard time sleeping last night because I was so excited in coming here today!”
“And speaking of cum here,” Tracy interjected, using a play on words and letting Rachel know in saying that what she had really meant, “Rachel had three, oh that’s’ right, Rachel had two nice little orgasm’s last night didn’t you honey?”
Once again Rachel’s face turned crimson, and her eyes suddenly became much larger, but she nodded her head all the while taking another sip from her drink.
“Well hopefully then, you’ll have several others today, as I am willing to wager we all will!” I said with a knowing smile towards my wife. “So Rachel, you ready then?” She indicated that she was with another shake of her head, setting her glass down on the nearby end table.
“Well in that case, first things first. So that we’re all even more comfortable, the two of you should go ahead and remove your clothes then.”
Tracy immediately stood and began doing so, not giving Rachel a moment to think about it or shy away from getting undressed. “It’s only fair that we give Brian something to look at and admire while he’s jacking off for us,” Tracy began. “It will help him to keep and maintain his arousal while being able to look at us as he plays with himself.”
Rachel smiled at that, though still a bit shyly as she quickly removed the last remnants of her clothing. I smiled inwardly as she finished removing her jeans and stood in an emerald green thong as her only garment. Tracy had noticed it too, but didn’t say anything as she quickly slipped the black one she’d been wearing off and down her legs. “Now honey, how would you like us?” she asked.
We had discussed this all earlier of course, and had decided to quickly strip away whatever defenses or inhibitions that Rachel might have that could prevent her from participating the way we hoped that she eventually would.
As Rachel finally finished removing her green thong, retaking her seat beside Tracy on the couch, I stood and removed my own robe, allowing it to fall to the floor. Though not fully erect, I was well on my way as I stood momentarily allowing Rachel to get a good view of my rapidly hardening penis.
“Well for one thing, it will be a lot easier for me to stay aroused if we just do what you and I usually do together honey,” I said speaking to my wife. “Why don’t you show Rachel how you sit for me while we’re watching one another play with ourselves.”
Tracy immediately raised both feet, placing them on the edge of the seat cushion, and then spread her legs obscenely. She glanced over towards Rachel who was watching her with more than a little intrepidation. “Don’t be nervous honey, trust me. This will really help to put you in the mood and ease the tension, not to mention giving Brian here something wonderfully delicious to look at while he’s stroking that big beautiful hard cock of his!”
My wife’s comment immediately drew Rachel’s attention back towards my prick which now stood fully erect, swollen and hard as a rock. I smiled as Rachel positioned herself so that the two women now sat side by side, legs spread with their lovely naked cunts winking at me.
“Ah yes, beautiful!” I told them both, looking though not so directly as to cause Rachel any additional embarrassment. I began to slowly manipulate my cock, as Rachel now looked on with a look of excited wonder.
“Go ahead and touch yourself if you want to,” I told her. Tracy already was of course, to which Rachel looked over, watching briefly, and then began emulating the way my wife was doing it. “That’s it!” I said softly, “very nice, very erotic…very naughty.”
The word seemed to draw the young woman’s attention back towards me when saying that. She was smiling, blushing, yet obviously very aroused as well.
“Its fun being naughty isn’t it?” I asked. “Sort of a nice wicked delicious feeling,” I added, watching as Tracy nodded her head in agreement.
I wasn’t merely stroking my cock up and down when saying this either, but pulling and twisting just the head, in exaggerated movements so that Rachel could clearly see what I was doing, and that it was obviously a little different from the normal expectation.
“Does, does that feel good?” She questioned surprising herself.
“Oh yes, very. Sometimes I like to just sit here and tease myself a little, just the way the two of you are doing now. Men are no different in that way you know, it’s not all about just jerking ourselves up and down in order to get off. It’s about the teasing delightful pleasure we can give ourselves long before ejaculating!”
Rachel smiled at that, and I noticed that she had slipped one finger deeply inside herself drawing out a little moisture which she used to coat the tiny tip of her cute pink clitoris with. Likewise, I then squeezed my prick head, forcing a nice pearly little droplet of pre-cum to rise to the surface. “See this?” I asked.
Rachel looked closely, leaning forward somewhat just a foot or two away all the while nodding her head.
“Now watch as I take it and smear it all over and around the head of my prick. It’s nice and slippery, nice and juicy. Want to see what it feels like?”
Rachel cast a quick glance over in my wife’s direction.
“Go ahead honey, you don’t need my permission to do or try anything here. Just relax, enjoy yourself, and let yourself explore these things, however else are you going to learn unless you do?”
Rachel did relax then, leaning forward far enough to swipe the little droplet of fluid from the head of my prick which I’d managed to squeeze out in waiting for her.
“Sometimes it’s fun to rub it onto my nipples, or even my clit,” Tracy suggested. “Go ahead, try it.”
She did, enjoying the slippery sensation.
“See? It’s a lot like your own pussy juices isn’t it?”
“Sort of, but mine are more wet-like I think. This seems to be just a bit more slippery…like oil or something.”
Tracy nodded. “Try taking some of your juice and then run it over and around the head of Brian’s dick. He likes it whenever I do that. And Brian? Why don’t you smear some more of your juice on Rachel’s other nipple for her.”
We continued doing this for several moments, smearing swapped lubricants upon one another, though I refrained momentarily from reaching down to do so to Rachel’s somewhat exposed clit. I didn’t want to rush things for one thing, and for another, I had another idea in mind I wanted to see again anyway. Sitting back, Rachel took her cue, doing the same.
“How was that?” I asked pointedly.
“Very nice,” she grinned obviously aroused by the mutual exploratory contact.
“Now then,” I continued. “Rachel? Go ahead and run some of your pussy cream over Tracy’s clit, while she does the same to you.”
Tracy tossed me a devilish looking wink and smiled as she slipped a pair of fingers inside her more than wet snatch, and produced a silvery little ribbon of female cum cream on the tips of her fingers. Reaching over with her legs still obscenely spread, she began running them over and around Rachel’s cute pink little clit nubbin.
“Fuck!” Rachel moaned audibly, forgetting herself which was nice to hear. “Damn that feels nice!”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Tracy purred as Rachel then did the same thing to my wife’s waiting pussy.
I watched, still playfully teasing myself as the two girls now sat side-by-side, hands in one another’s crotches busily frigging and exploring one another in mutual abandon.
I had been keeping myself on the edge for sometime now, and knew it was time to enjoy the first of many orgasms to come hopefully. “So Rachel, I am ready to cum for you. Do you want me to finish jacking myself off? Or would you like to finish doing it for me and watch as it happens?”
She considered my request for a moment. “I think I’d like doing it, and watching you while I do,” she admitted freely. “I’ve only ever jacked off one another guy before, but I never even saw it when he came,” she giggled as she turned towards Tracy, reminding her with a look of the story she had shared with her.
“Go ahead honey,” Tracy urged as Rachel slipped off the couch now to kneel down in front of me. As she did, Tracy sat down beside her and began fondling the young woman’s breasts as her hand tentatively sought me out, gingerly at first exploring the hard firmness of my throbbing organ.
“I’m almost there now,” I warned them both. “Aim it towards your breasts Rachel so you can watch it when I cum. Now, firmly, not too hard, not too fast, just keep pumping my prick with your hand, yes…just like that until I cum.”
Tracy knelt behind Rachel cupping each of the young girl’s breasts within her hand, slowly and gently rolling and twisting her hard little nipples as she continued jacking me off.
“Here it comes sweetie,” I told her only seconds away now. Then watched as the first of many hard felt spurts of hot white semen exploded from the tip of my cock, covering Rachel’s cute perky little breasts. Tracy now began smearing the essence of my hot fluid over and around her tits, massaging my cream into each of them, toying and still teasing her young sweet nipples with the white sticky fluid.
“Wow!” Rachel spoke finally with an obvious quiver in her voice. “That was awesome!”
To our surprise and delight, Rachel continued to fondle my rapidly deflating member, where only minutes ago, she held it stiff, firm and swollen within her hand, now wobbling it back and forth delightedly as it shrunk to less than half the size it had been.
“This is really cool,” she said in amazement. “It’s so neat how it can get so big and so hard, and then suddenly feel like this!” she said, continuing to play with it. Then she frowned slightly looking up towards me. “Can you make it hard again?” she asked.
I laughed, “Sure in a few minutes I can,” I told her. “In the meantime, Tracy told me there’s something else you’ve never experienced before that I think you’ll very much enjoy, won’t she Tracy?”
“I’m sure of it,” my wife responded. “Like I told you yesterday, Brian has a very talented tongue!”
“Ooh, wow,” Rachel moaned just thinking about it. It was obvious she was very horny and more than ready to try just about anything at this point as evidenced by the fact that she had just slipped one of her hands down between her legs and had begun twirling the tip of her clit with her finger just as I soon would be doing with the tip of my tongue.
“Why don’t you lie down here on the floor?” Tracy suggested, grabbing one of the couch pillows for her to rest her head against as she did. “Comfy?”
“Yes,” she more purred than spoke.
“Good, now go ahead and bend your knees a little, open yourself nice and wide so that Brian can have full access to that sweet little cunt of yours.” Tracy spoke wickedly, enhancing the level of excitement that was already permeating the entire room. She then did so, forcing her head back even deeper into the pillow, her legs so obscenely spread that her pink little nubbin poked its head out invitingly towards me.
Once again Tracy positioned herself around Rachel’s head, the lips of her own cunt actually resting against the top of Rachel’s head, one leg sandwiching her in between as she reached down, easily cupping her breasts, once again beginning to fondle and caress them as I moved into position between her outstretched legs.
“Holy shit!” she cried out mere moments after I’d begun lapping at her exposed hard little clit with my tongue. “That’s fucking amazing!” she cried out once again.
“Nice huh?” Tracy responded cupping her tits, tweaking her nipples as I continued rolling that tiny little nubbin of pleasure around inside my mouth.
“Shit! You can say that again! I never knew it could be like this!” she stated excitedly, squirming beneath me now with an involuntary motion. “Wow! This is far better than my own fingers!” she added unabashedly.
She lost all sense of being however moments later as the only sound coming from between her lips was the rapid deep breaths she was taking as I continued to suck, lick and twirl the most sensitive parts of her very liquid, very sweet tasting pussy.
Soon afterwards she tensed, her ass coming up off the floor arching her back as her low throated whale of a scream pierced the air.
“That’s it baby!” Tracy urged her just as excitedly. “Feel it! Feel it! Let it go!”
It took a long while to fully calm her down afterwards. So intense had her orgasm been that it had taken her completely by surprise.
“I never imagined in a million years that it could feel like that!” she spoke openly. “How can I ever possibly repay the two of you?” she asked innocently, honestly.
“Well…” I began. “The only person here who hasn’t climaxed yet is Tracy. How would you like to try doing for her, what I just did for you?”
“Really?” she asked sitting up. “I’m not sure I’d be very good at it though,” she realized a moment later. “I’ve never done it before you know.”
“That’s why we’re here remember?” Tracy said smiling. “So that you can learn how to do these things, and how they should feel. And don’t worry, I’ll teach you, tell you want to do, how it feels good to me, as long as you’re willing to listen and follow along.”
“Sure! Wow! Ok!” she stated, and noticed in doing so that I was once again fully erect.
“Cool! It’s hard again,” she grinned wrapping her tiny fist around my re-aroused member.
“If you’d like, after you’ve given Tracy a nice little orgasm, I’ll teach you how men like to be sucked and licked as well, if you’re willing of course.”
“Hell yes!” she beamed outwardly. “I want to learn everything, everything I can!”
Tracy gave me a satisfied wink then moved over towards the couch where she positioned herself, legs spread hanging over the arm of the couch.
“I like it like this,” she told Rachel, openly displaying herself, fingers already toying with the thick swollen lips of her cunt. “Come stand over here where you can be comfortable. The height is pretty good actually, if you don’t mind bending over a little.”
“What should I do first?” she asked taking up her position.
“Well for starters, you should probably just stick your tongue inside me, find out how I taste, how I smell and make sure you’re ok it with,” Tracy instructed simply.
I stood off to one side, watching as she did, grinning down at my wife as she wrapped her hand around my hard prick giving it an affectionate squeeze.
“Sweet,” Rachel murmured into my wife’s split, still tentatively licking it and tasting her with her tongue. “Now what?”
“Just start doing what Brian did to you,” she urged her. “I’ll tell you when I want you to try, or do something different.”
I soon walked behind where Rachel was standing, though slightly bent over as she continued lapping at my wife’s exposed cunt. Reaching out, I began fondling her perky young breasts, teasing each of them as she continued teasing my wife with her tongue and lips.
“Very good Rachel, now draw my clit inside your mouth, using your lips and suck it a little, softly at first until I tell you to do otherwise.”
I felt Rachel squirm slightly as I placed the tip of my rigidly hard prick against the softness of her ass. “No worries Rachel, I wouldn’t even attempt to fuck you without your permission, I’m just going to stand here and tease you a little with my cock while you’re eating my wife.”
She relaxed at that, and continued even more urgently with her tongue and lips as I began sliding my once again slippery leaking prick back and forth against her exposed, firm taut little ass-cheeks.
“Oh yes Rachel, that’s very nice, very, very nice. Now flick it a little with your tongue the way Brian did to you. Quick light little butter-fly flicks. Oh yes, that’s perfect! Just like that!”
Reaching down, I sought out Rachel’s creamy wet cunny, slipping a finger barely inside where I probed her lightly, then reaching for and finding her clit which I began rubbing with the tip of my finger in a circular motion. She moaned audibly into my wife’s cunt as I did, though continuing to lick, then suck Tracy’s cunt exactly as she continued instructing her to do.
“Now go ahead and really suck on it,” Tracy told her. “Pull it hard, deep between your lips and work it for me! Oh fuck yeah! Just like that! Just like that baby!”
Taking my hard throbbing cock in hand once again, I placed the tip of it against Rachel’s wet slippery pussy lips and began working it up and down that sweet slick passage. Using the head of my prick to masturbate her clitoris with, causing her to shudder as the thrill of her clit being so directly stimulated with my cock pleasured her.
“Oh yeah honey, make me cum now, that’s it, make me cum now!” Tracy moaned desperately, obviously hovering on the edge of her own climatic release. I backed off slightly, not wanting to detract from my wife’s pleasures as she came, though continuing to press the length of my prick firmly and comfortably between the full valley of Rachel’s twin ass cheeks.
Tracy was soon after bucking herself upwards, humping the young girls face as she came, thrusting her pussy, rotating it as she often did whenever I got her off this way. Rachel obviously pleased as she held on for dear life, continuing to suck, lick and flick my wife’s clit into several rolling waves of orgasmic ecstasy.
As Tracy gradually calmed, I once again slipped my prick back against the now very wet opening of Rachel’s pussy and began again to slide it up and down that slick wet passage, teasing the inflamed lips of her cunt with my shaft, slapping the tip of her swollen, super-sensitive clitoris with the head of my dick as I slipped back and forth against her, though not in her.
“Please…please, fuck me!” she said softly.
“You sure?” I asked continuing to tease her with my prick.
“Yes! Yes I’m sure!” she announced with finality. “Please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Easing myself inside her, slowly so that she could comfortably accommodate my enraged prick, Tracy meanwhile sat up, moving forward and wrapped her lips around one of Rachel’s breasts sucking it. At the same time, I felt the tentative touch of my wife’s fingers twiddling Rachel’s clit, as gently as I was now moving in and out of that hot wet slippery fuck-tunnel.
“Holy shit, Holy fuck!” Rachel moaned over and over again tossing her head back and forth side to side as she said it.
Tracy moved back and forth, kissing, sucking and even nipping at Rachel’s exposed breasts, her fingers still thrumming, still caressing, even occasionally clasping my prick to beat it against Rachel’s clit before stuffing it back inside the young woman.
I continued to fuck her, slowly, smoothly with nice long penetrating strokes, even as I slid out once again, pausing momentarily before re-entering.
“Harder! Fuck me harder! Faster! Harder!” she now screamed.
So I did.
When she came this time, she surprised everyone, including herself. Her body had completely succumbed to the onslaught of sensation, of glorious, never before felt ecstasy and desire. When she came, her pussy literally exploded in a dam-bursting, gut-wrenching wave of pure unadulterated intensity. She didn’t even realize it, or know what she was doing as she did it, but suddenly her pussy was spurting streamers of silk-like ribbons of female nectar that drenched and filled Tracy’s still fingering hand, likewise all but forcing my prick out of her cunt with a liquefied furry that sprayed backwards against my thighs, soaking my balls in a rich thick coating of creamy white fluids that ran copiously down my legs.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried out suddenly realizing finally what had just happened. “Did I pee? Did I pee?”
Tracy was laughing hysterically. “No baby, you didn’t. You just came very, very nicely, and very, very hard. Sometimes I do that too when it’s been really intense, really good!”
Still laughing she answered, “Very much so, now…slide over here so I can lick you clean,” she urged her wantonly.
The timing of Rachel’s orgasm couldn’t have been any more perfect. Had it not been for my earlier climax, I would have emptied my balls deep inside her the moment she’d exploded. Even then I had fought with every ounce of control I possessed to refrain from doing just that.
Once again taking my seat, I waited for the long moments of Rachel’s afterglow to burn itself out as Tracy’s talented lips and tongue did indeed lick the young woman’s pussy perfectly clean from the surprised results of her spending.
Afterwards, she sat with stupefied splendor etched within her face, recalling the joyous release that she’d experienced only moments ago. Her look turned to one of renewed lust however as she gazed over towards my prick which stood purple, angry looking, and throbbed of its own accord.
“Teach me how to suck you,” she asked in a far more mature sounding tone of voice than either one of us had ever heard before. “Show me Tracy, let’s do him together!”
Just watching, let alone feeling the two women as they knelt on the floor in front of me was almost enough to get me off. The feel as they took turns sucking me, or simultaneously licking my shaft, stroking it with hands together, sometimes kissing one another with my prick sandwiched between them was enough to drive me insane.
“I want to taste it when he comes!” Rachel announced. “So please tell me Brian, tell me when you do.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Tracy laughed, “I think you’ll know it long before then, Brian can get pretty vocal whenever I suck him off,” she explained. “And I promise you, there’ll be plenty of it for both of us,” she added with a knowing grin.
They continued on, passing my prick back and forth, feeding it to one another, lavishing it with kisses and sucks, tongue flicks and finger strokes that soon had me spiraling out of control.
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum!” I announced shortly.
Holding my prick between them, Tracy pointed it directly inside Rachel’s waiting mouth, receiving the first of many hard felt jettison’s of my spunk before snatching it away to take the second, third, then passing it back once again where Rachel greedily consumed my shaft, mouthing it, pulling on it with her lips as though her intent was to suck the head off the top of my prick.
Even when it was over, at last finally drained, satiated beyond reason, I sat there watching the two of them, mesmerized as they playfully swapped sperm back and forth with one another, kissing, and then licking the residue of cum-drops that spilled or ran from the corners of their mouths. Before long, the pleasure, wickedness and wantonness of this very act had them unabashedly fingering one another there on the floor in front of me until each had finger-fucked the other into a nice quiet little oblivion once again.
It had been several days since I had seen or heard from Rachel. “Tracy? Have you talked to Rachel recently?”
“Yeah, why?” She asked.
“No reason really, was just wondering how she’s doing, how she’s maybe feeling about all this,” I said a little worriedly. Tracy laughed at me.
“Don’t get all upset,” she snickered. Everything’s fine. I spoke at length with her yesterday. I think she’s gone through a really remarkable change. She even told me she’d sat down and had a seriously long talk with her mother. It was about time she did. Ever since her father left them it’s just been the two of them trying to make it on their own, and I think that Rachel’s mother has been living too sheltered of a life as it is anyway, and has been holding Rachel back. But like I said, after speaking with her, she’s doing great and looking forward to coming over again for some additional lessons!”
I found myself smiling over that thought as well.
It was a week after that, that I had arrived home from work, setting my briefcase down on the sideboard, I stepped into the foyer, calling out to my wife. “Tracy? You here?” Which is when I heard the giggling, already heading towards the family room where I now knew I would find them. And find them I did, though somewhat unexpectedly.
Tracy was lying on the floor with Rachel sitting on my wife’s face, another woman whom I’d never even seen before was happily licking my wife’s cunt.
“Hi Brian!” Rachel spoke, rolling off my wife, allowing her to sit up and look at me, as did now the other unknown woman.
“Welcome home honey,” Tracy said with a more than lust filled look in her eyes.
“You can say that again,” I said grinningly, still somewhat surprised at what I was seeing here.
Then laughed as I realized. “I take it its back to being my turn then?”
Tracy shook her head.
“Nope! This was Rachel’s idea,” she announced with a wicked evil grin.
“Yep!” Rachel stated excitedly. “Oh and Brian? This is my mom, mother? This is the guy I was telling you about.”
All I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open.
“Decadent enough for ya?” Rachel asked smiling.
And yes…it was, it really, really was.