Loading...I felt his hand slide up under my skirt and cup my right ass cheek. I glanced over my left shoulder and gave Dave an encouraging grin. I prefer to wear thongs, so I could feel the warmth of his palm against my bare flesh. I wiggled slightly against his hand, but not enough to make our party guests suspicious.
It was a small gathering, just three other couples. Dave and I were standing behind a Tiki bar set up in the back yard. Two of the other men were chatting on bar stools on the other side. Something about mutual funds, which I was tuning out while pretending to seem interested. I knew that the angle of the bar would prevent anyone behind me in the house from seeing what Dave was doing, so I relaxed and let him fondle me.
I love having my ass and thighs touched. The best foreplay in the world is Dave kissing and stroking the backs of my thighs and ass. It can get me so hot that I beg him to fuck me. I could feel my skin growing warmer as he caressed and squeezed my ass cheeks. It didn’t take long before my pussy grew damp.
“Oh damn. Looks like we’re out of ice, Lydia” Bruce said.
“I’ll fill the bucket, honey” Dave offered. He pulled his hand from under my skirt. I looked back over my shoulder and gave him my best pouty face.
“Be right back,” he grinned.
I sort of drifted off into a sexy daydream as the two men across from me droned on. I startled when the ice bucket thunked onto the bar next to me.
“Ah, the ice!” Bruce said, and proceeded to refill his drink.
I felt Dave’s hand slide up under my skirt again. I wiggled my ass into his hand to show my approval. I leaned forward and put my elbows on the bar, which gave him easier access to my ass.
I was surprised when his fingers eased under my thong to slide up and down the crack of my ass. In the past I had tried to get him to touch me there, but he was always reluctant. Now his finger was caressing my anus. I suppressed a shudder and eased my feet further apart. My pussy was getting wetter by the second.
His hand slid down, touched the edges of my pussy lips. His finger easily parted the slippery flesh, sliding up and down over my clit.
“Ughhh…” I moaned.
“What?” Bruce asked, innocently.
“Uh…Uh huh,” I said, trying to make it sound like I was agreeing with whatever inane point he had been making. Dave’s finger left my pussy, now coated in slippery fluids, and returned to my anus, stroking the opening and coating it with my pussy juices. Was he going to do it? God, I hoped so. Oh, yes! His finger easily pushed into my now lubricated ass. He had never done this before, even though I had asked him to many times. I lay my forearms flat on the bar, gripping the edge tightly, and I hoped unobtrusively. I was so turned on that I didn’t even care if the men figured out what was going on.
“What about you Gwen?” Bruce asked, looking past me.
Panicked, I looked over my left shoulder. No Dave. Just beautiful, blonde Gwen. Her finger sawed in and out of my ass, making me half wild with need. I stared into her grinning face, too shocked to move. I could feel my face turning red.
“Oh, I don’t play the markets,” Gwen said coyly. “I’m much better with people than I am with numbers.”
She pulled her slick finger out of my anus. Giving my ass a squeeze and a pat, she moved to the other side of the bar and sat down. Fortunately, the guys were oblivious. Mumbling an excuse, I fled into the house. The rest of the party was a blur. I avoided Gwen completely; ashamed and terrified of what had happened. Everyone knew Gwen was a bit wild, but I would never have suspected she would do something like that.
I was still horny when we went to bed, and I threw myself at Dave. As he fucked me, his cock pounding into my very wet pussy, all I could think about was that wonderful finger fucking my ass. It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over him.
A couple of days later, I answered the door to find Gwen standing there. Dave was at work, so I was alone in the house. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just stood there staring at her in shock.
“Can I come in?” she asked, sweetly. “You haven’t called me, so thought I would swing by.”
I could feel my face getting red. I felt shame and humiliation for what she had done to me, and because I had liked it so much. I mumbled something, and she moved past me to sit down. I sat on the couch across from her, trying to control my shaking.
“Lydia, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Gwen said. “You didn’t know it was me. You thought I was Dave.”
“Why did you do that?” I blurted out. “What made you think I would like it?”
“I saw Dave fondling your as from you bathroom window,” she said. That was the only window in the house that could have seen the back of the bar. It had never occurred to me that someone might be there at the exact wrong moment.
“It was so sexy, watching the two of you,” she continued. “When I came downstairs, I saw Dave was talking to Denise, holding a bucket of ice. I offered to take it out for him.”
Denise is a flirt. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Dave would get snared by her.
“When I saw you standing there, in that short skirt, and those beautiful thighs, I just couldn’t help myself.”
“But you’re married!” I blurted out.
“So? I love Bruce. But sometimes I have…other desires.”
“Are you a lesbian?” I asked. Oh my God! Why did I say that?
“No,” Gwen laughed. “But I am attracted to women. Particularly women with a butt and legs like yours.”
I blushed again. I knew they were my best features. I liked wearing short skirt and tight shorts to show them off. Anytime I want to seduce Dave, all I have to do is walk around wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing else.
“You know, Lydia,” Gwen continued. “I also have kind of an anal fetish. I love playing with someone’s ass.”
I swallowed hard. My throat was tight and I couldn’t speak.
“A man’s ass is okay, but nothing is sexier than the smooth, round cheeks of a woman’s ass.”
Suddenly she was the one that looked embarrassed and nervous. Up until now, she had been cool and in control.
“Lydia,” she said, her voice catching. “I…I want to touch you again, like I did the other day. You have no idea how exciting that was for me. It’s like my secret fantasy that I thought I would never get to live out. Please, Lydia.”
“I…” I croaked. Wetting my lips, I tried again. “I love Dave. I’m not going to cheat on him.”
“This isn’t about Dave or Bruce. It’s about me and you. I’m not asking you to date me. I’m asking for an afternoon. One, purely physical afternoon of sex. The kind of sex you know you’ll never get from Dave.”
I should have said no. I should have turned her away. I sat frozen on the couch caught between my forbidden desires and what I knew I should do. Gwen slid off her chair and knelt in front of me. Her face was a mixture of fear and desire.
“Let me touch you there. I want to feel your thighs and ass. I want to lick and kiss your cheeks. Please, Lydia.”
I wanted her to leave. I didn’t want to be tempted. Yet I knew Dave would never do this for me. As satisfying as sex was with him, he would never touch me there like Gwen would. It wouldn’t be love. It wouldn’t really be cheating. It would be one afternoon of surrendering to my most secret desires.
I surrendered. Twisting, I lay face down on the couch. I buried my face in the cushions. I didn’t want to see her, or for her to see me. Faceless and anonymous we could explore our desires more freely. Or at least I could.
Her hands touched my calves and I shivered. In one long, slow caress they slid all the way up my thighs to just under the edge of my shorts. Her fingers danced back down my tingling skin, but only to my knees. It felt delicious.
“Mmmm,” Gwen murmured, her hands continuing to caress and explore my thighs. God that felt nice. I could feel my pussy getting warm and damp.
Her fingers gripped the top of my shorts, tugging gently but insistently. I piked my hips and Gwen eased my shorts down my legs, taking her time. They stuck on my sandals for a moment, and then were gone.
Once again her hands started with my calves and slowly stroked and explored their way up. Finally they came to rest on my fully exposed ass cheeks. I still wore my thong, but it didn’t cover those.
“Oh, Lydia,” Gwen moaned. Her hands kneaded my ass cheeks, sending hot flashes through my groin.
When she took hold of my thong, I eagerly lifted my hips again. She half pulled and half rolled the scrap of fabric down and past my feet to vanish somewhere on the floor. I lay on the couch, my legs and ass fully exposed. It felt naughty and sexy all at once.
Her hands took the now familiar journey from my calves all the way up to my ass cheeks again. I groaned into the cushions. What she was doing to me was incredible. As her hands kneaded my cheeks, I felt a soft kiss on the back of one knee. I gasped softly.
Soft kisses slowly made their way up my thigh. I found myself gripping the couch cushions in anticipation. She stopped just short of my ass. I felt the couch shift as she climbed onto it, pushing my legs apart. There wasn’t really room for both of us in this position, so I dropped my outside leg to the floor, exposing myself even more.
Now her hands and lips where exploring my ass. I moaned, trying not to wriggle too much. My pussy was thoroughly wet. I was barely in control of myself. This was an erotic fantasy come true.
With one hand she pulled one cheek aside. Then I felt her wet finger gently probing my anus. Her spit soon coated the cleft of my ass as her finger stroked up and down the length of it, stopping to trace circles on the sensitive ring on my anus. I was shamelessly pushing my hips up off the couch.
“You are gorgeous, Lydia,” Gwen said softly. “I love doing this to you.”
I just groaned. A moment later her finger was replace by her tongue, which made a long, slow swipe from the edge of my molten liquid pussy all the way up my crack. When it reached my anus, it flicked at the puckered flesh and traced small circles. I gasped as new, strange sensations flooded my senses. The feel of her face pushed between my cheeks and her lips and tongue exploring my anus was indescribable. It was exotic and erotic, naughty and forbidden, wicked and sexy.
Her fingers slid under me to find my slick, hairless pussy lips. She stroked the outside of my wet pussy while licking and tickling all up and down my ass crack. I was writhing and groaning, trying to open myself up wider for her.
When her finger eased between my pussy lips to play with my clit, I lost it. A wild orgasm lifted me off the couch. Flailing and crying out, I reveled in the sensation of her mouth on my rear and her hand in my pussy. It seemed to go on forever.
After an eternity, my orgasm faded. I lay face down on the couch, exhausted and gasping for air. My ass was thrust upward and my legs spread as wide as that awkward position would allow. My anus still tingled.
I felt Gwen pulling and tugging me over. I did the best I could to help her, but my limbs were weak and shaking. Finally she rolled me onto my back. It was an effort to focus, but I saw that at some point she had stripped down to her panties. Damn, she was beautiful.
She pushed both her hands under my ass, grasping the cheeks firmly. Even after that incredible orgasm, her grip felt nice. Without warning, she lowered her face to my pussy. Wet heat enveloped my pussy lips.
“No!” I cried out weakly. This wasn’t what I wanted. I tried to push her head away from my overheated groin, but to no avail.
Her tongue slithered between my lips and ran up and down the slick, inner flesh. It was an amazing sensation, far better than Dave or any man had ever done. But it was wrong. I couldn’t let another woman do this to me.
When her tongue touched my clit, I cried out. A few gentle flicks and renewed need began to overcome my shame and reluctance. When her finger pushed into my anus, I surrendered to her for the second time.
Gwen’s finger moved rhythmically in and out of my ass while her mouth leisurely explored my pussy. I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t want to. I knotted my fingers in her hair and held that wonderful, agile tongue where I wanted it most.
My second orgasm was a slow rumble. My hips jerked and spasmed beneath her mouth. My ass was impaled on her finger. She didn’t let up the slow, insistent licking. I don’t know if I came multiple times, or if it was just one long orgasm. It didn’t really matter.
When Gwen rose from my splayed open crotch, I was truly spent. Drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air, I was unable and unwilling to cover myself. She just stared down at me, drinking in my exposed pussy with her eyes.
After a while she got up and washed her face and hands. I lay there, not even trying to cover up as she got dressed and let herself out. It was a while before I could sit up and do the same.
For the rest of the day I tried to rid myself of the images and thoughts of Gwen. I launched into a frenzy of housekeeping, doing all the little things you normally put off. Dave didn’t understand, and I didn’t try to explain. I fell asleep reliving the feeling of her face between my cheeks and her tongue lapping as my wantonly responsive rosebud.
More of the same the next day didn’t help. Thoughts and images of her between my legs, her tongue buried in my pussy, were the most disturbing to me. How could I have let another woman do that to me? Why had it felt so good?
Determined to prove to myself that I was not a lesbian, I attacked Dave that evening. I licked and sucked his cock with a gusto I had never shown before. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this horny. I was so focused on what I was doing, I almost let him cum in my mouth. At the last minute, I feverishly climbed his twitching body and greedily impaled myself.
I was so wet, I almost couldn’t feel him. I rode him hard, grinding my pussy into the base of his cock, humping him for all I was worth. All the while, in the back of my mind I was feeling Gwen’s tongue lathing the crack of my ass and lapping at my puckered anus.
Dave barely lasted sixty seconds under my assault. I came shortly after, grinding my pussy against him, imagining it was her tongue flicking against my clit. I collapsed on top of him, sobbing. He held me close, trying to comfort me, making the false assumption that my tears were about the amazing sex we had just had.
I found a note under the door the next day. ‘Had a wonderful time. We should get together again. I’ll stop by tomorrow at 2:00. If you’re not there, I’ll understand. — Gwen’
The next day, I was almost paralyzed with indecision. I changed my clothes four times. I would lock the door and go sit in the bedroom, silent as a mouse. A moment later I would rush to unlock it and check to see if she was in the hall, although it was hours ahead of the time. I put a note on the door explaining why I wasn’t there. Ten minutes later I ripped it down and shredded it.
I tried to tell myself it was just sex. It was the chance to explore an erotic fantasy that I would probably never find another partner for. The sensation of her hands and mouth exploring my ass were burning in my mind.
As 2:00 approached, I made one final wardrobe change. I sat on the couch staring at the locked door, alternately wishing she would walk through it and that she wouldn’t show. At the last moment, I unlocked the door and left it slightly ajar. I had barely resumed my place on the couch when Gwen cautiously pushed the door open.
I sat on the couch, wearing a bikini bottom and a short t-shirt. Nothing else. No shoes, no bra. My knees were drawn up tight to my chest with my arms wrapped around them. I must have looked like a frightened little girl.
“Oh, Lydia,” Gwen said softly, coming to sit by me on the couch. I could see the sympathy in her eyes.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked sincerely. I nodded without looking at here. I could smell my own pussy. My juices were already flowing. I was sure she could as well.
“Tell me. Say it,” Gwen urged.
“I…I want you to do it. Do what you did before.”
“All of it?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. I was looking at her now.
“No. Just the first part. Where you played with my rear. Um…my ass.”
“But I liked doing all of it.”
“No, please. Not the other. Just…just the part where I was on my stomach.”
Without a word, she stood and held out her hand for me. I took it and she drew me to my feet. She led me into the bedroom, to the foot of the bed, facing it. Leaving me there, she casually walked around behind me. I heard a rustling of clothes and assumed she was getting naked. I closed my eyes, trying hard not to think about her naked body.
Gwen stepped close behind me, her breasts just touching my back. Her hands found the bottom of my short t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. She ran her hands up and down my exposed back, sending a shiver up my spine. Sliding them around, under my arms, she cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
I gasped and grabbed at her hands, pulling them from my breasts. “Please, Gwen. Not that. Just the other.”
“Okay,” she murmured, her lips an inch from my ear. Her lips explored my neck, and her hands trailed down my sides to the ties on my bikini. She deftly untied the bows while raining soft kisses on my neck. I groaned and leaned back into her.
I spread my knees so the suit would drop to the floor, but she caught the front and back in each hand. She pulled the cloth up tight against me, wedging it in my ass crack and between the lips of my very wet pussy. As she continued to kiss my neck, she sawed the fabric back and forth. I could feel it in my ass crack, softly rubbing against my expectant hole. It was also sliding back and forth over my throbbing clit. Back and forth she ran the scrap of cloth until my hips were grinding themselves against it. Releasing the front, she slowly pulled the cloth all the way through my pussy, and up through the crack of my ass.
I was now completely naked, shaking and trembling with my need. My feet spread shoulder width apart, my head thrown back, my weight resting on her chest and shoulders. Her lips and tongue were tracing patterns on my neck. I could feel her stiff nipples pressing into my shoulder blades.
Gwen pushed me up, so I was supporting my own weight, although quite shakily. With a steady, firm pressure, she continued to push me toward the bed. Rather than fall, I crawled onto it, lying face down, my legs slightly spread. My ass prominently displayed for her attention.
She crawled onto the bed behind me, forcing my legs further apart. She grabbed all the pillows, and pulling my hips up into the air, shoved them under me. My hips and ass were now raised into a pike position, offered wantonly to her every whim. My ass cheeks were slightly spread in that position, and had to resist the urge to reach back and spread them wider with my hands.
Gwen’s hands began to roam the backs of my thighs and the soft skin of my ass cheeks. I just moaned and tried not to wiggle too much. This is what I wanted, what I needed. Then I felt her face push between my cheeks and her tongue dart out to touch the puckered rosebud of my anus. I cried out softly, and gripped the bedcovers tightly in anticipation. She didn’t disappoint me.
Her tongue explored my crack from top to bottom, spending much of it’s time lapping at my anus and tracing lazy circles on it. As before, her fingers soon found my wet pussy and stroked the slick outside of my swollen labia. It felt like this went on forever as I reveled in the forbidden sensations.
Then her fingers penetrated my pussy and found my clit. Her tongue zeroed in on my anus, flicking and licking at it rapidly. I cried out as my orgasm swallowed me whole. I writhed and flailed beneath her, my hips hunching and wriggling as I was consumed with pleasure.
“Please…” I gasped. “Stop…I can’t take any more…”
Gwen silently pulled her face from my ass and her fingers from my pussy. She pulled the pillows from beneath my hips and I collapsed on the bed. She rolled me onto my back. I looked up at her, crouched naked over me. Her swaying breasts were almost as mesmerizing as her burning eyes.
“No, Gwen,” I begged, softly. I tried to close my legs, but she was kneeling between them.
“Yes,” she said firmly, lowering her face to my groin.
“Please,” I sobbed. “Don’t. I don’t want this.”
“Yes,” she said, her breath warm on my exposed pussy. “Yes, you do.”
Then her mouth was on me, warm and wet. I pushed weakly at her head to no avail. Her tongue slithered between my pussy lips, and my will to resist fled. She devoured me slowly and softly. Her tongue caressed all the inner folds of my pussy and playfully curled around my throbbing clit. I groaned and let me legs fall open wider.
Her steady licking on my swollen clit soon had me heaving on the bed beneath her. She snaked her hands up to cup my breasts and play with my nipples. I did nothing to stop her, letting the new sensations drive me even higher. When I exploded, my whole body flailed on the bed, spasming uncontrollably. I was crying and sobbing my ecstasy as her tongue caressed my clit and her fingers rolled my stiff nipples.
Relentlessly, she never changed her pace as my orgasm subsided. It wasn’t long before I was climbing again toward another peak of pleasure. I had never had multiple orgasms before. Gwen was about to give me my third. It ripped through me with an intensity that left me weak and exhausted.
Gwen finally released my pussy, rising up above me. I had difficulty focusing, but I was able to see the shiny coating of my juices coating her lower face. Her eyes shown and a lazy smile graced her lips.
Crawling forward, she carefully lay down beside me and folded me into her arms. After a moment I began to cry, clutching her tightly. My tears turned to wrenching sobs as I buried my face into her neck. She whispered soft comforts to me.
I couldn’t deny what Gwen did to me. I didn’t know if that made me a lesbian or not. I still loved Dave. I enjoyed have sex with him, but it paled in comparison to what it was like with Gwen. She fulfilled my fantasies and let me explore deep, dark, forbidden needs.
“Are you okay,” Gwen asked when I had calmed down.
“Yes. I am now,” I replied, still snuggled into her side.
“Would you like me to stay?”
I was silent for a moment, weighing my feelings and my fears. “I think I need to be alone for a bit,” I said finally. “I’m sorry.”
“I understand,” she said. But I could hear the hurt in her voice.
“I just need to sort some things out. Please don’t take it the wrong way.”
“Why should I?” she said, her voice rough. She rolled smoothly off the bed.
“This is all new to me,” I pleaded. “I’m just so confused.”
She turned back to look at me. She was breathtaking, standing there completely naked. I suddenly wanted her back in bed with me.
“No,” she said, with a wry smile. “You’re right. You probably do need to sort out your thoughts and feelings.”
“Can I see you again?” I asked softly, shyly.
Her eyes lit up briefly. “Of course. I’ll stop by tomorrow.”
“I’d like that.”
I opened the door right away when Gwen knocked. She stood there in a light summer dress and white sandals. I had on one of Dave’s dress shirts, and nothing else. I could see the desire kindle in her eyes.
She stepped forward and took me in her arms. She leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my face so it landed on my cheek. I wasn’t ready for that type of intimacy. I felt her arms around me stiffen briefly, then relax again.
“Gwen, if we’re going to keep doing this, I’m going to want some things from you, too.”
“I know,” I said, my voice small, my face buried in her shoulder.
“I really like having sex with you…a lot.”
“Me too,” I mumbled.
“I want to be able to touch you and kiss you everywhere. I want you to want me to do it.”
I tightened my grip on her, trying not to tremble. This was my moment of truth. Did I dare admit that I wanted the same thing? Could I get past my fears and anxiety to let myself have what I wanted? I lifted my face off of her neck and shoulder so I could look into her eyes.
“I want you,” I said, my voice trembling. “I want you to do that. All of it.”
Her eyes lit up. She leaned in to kiss me again, but stopped short, her eyes searching mine. I closed the gap, placing my lips on hers. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it was sweet and gentle. I let her part my lips with her tongue and truly kiss me. She was a much better kisser than Dave. He was usually in a hurry to get to the ‘good parts.’
Her hands slid down under my shirt, and gripped my naked ass. I moaned encouragement into her mouth. She kneaded and stroked my cheeks until I was rubbing myself against her, our mouths locked together the whole time.
Breaking our kiss, she pulled away from me and took my hand in hers. I was flushed and breathing heavily. My eyes didn’t want to focus. She led me by the hand to the bedroom. Once again, she faced me away from her at the foot of the bed. Her lips found the side of my neck, and I leaned back into her. Her hands sought out the buttons of the dress shirt and deftly undid them.
When the last button was undone, her hands glided up my stomach to cup my tits. I made no move to stop her. Her fingers found my stiff nipples and began to roll and squeeze them. I bit my lower lip as the wonderful sensations rippled across me, zeroing in on my exposed groin.
Gwen played with my tits until I was grinding my ass into her hips and moaning softly. She eased the shirt off my shoulders and arms, and then I was naked. I heard the soft rustle of clothing as she stripped. Then she was pressed up against me, the full, naked length of her against my back and legs.
My knees grew weak and I crawled forward onto the bed rather than fall down. Gwen crawled on top of my, lying on my back, her hips pressed into my ass cheeks. She began those soft kisses on my neck again. Her hips began to grind circles into my ass cheeks.
With a moan, I spread my legs so hers could drop between them. Her kisses trailed onto my back while her hips continued to grind into my ass. Soon I was grinding back. At that moment I wished she had a cock so she could fuck me in the ass. The thought was shocking, forbidden and erotic all at once, but I couldn’t help thinking what it would feel like to have a cock sliding in and out of my ass.
Gwen’s hips slid down off my ass, and her kisses trailed lower. My previous forbidden thoughts were replaced by anticipation of her lips and tongue. I wasn’t disappointed. Her hands spread my ass cheeks and her tongue dove between. Hot and wet, it licked and tickled up and down my crack, spending extra time on my anus.
I went wild. My hips were churning and rolling uncontrollably on the bed beneath her. I was moaning and groaning while clutching at the bed sheets. This was what I wanted. This was what nobody else had ever given me.
Gwen’s hand snaked between my legs to find my soaking wet pussy. Her fingers caressed the outer lips, driving me even more wild. It wasn’t long before I was making all kinds of animal noises and shamelessly begging her to finish me. I needed to cum so bad.
Then she was gone. I writhed on the bed, sobbing with pent up need. Her hands pulled at my hips, rolling me onto my back. I knew what was coming next. I accepted it. I wanted her mouth on my pussy as much as I wanted it on my ass.
On my back now, I looked up at Gwen, crouched naked between my legs. My hips were still rolling and hunching obscenely, wordlessly expressing my desperate need. My eyes were pleading for her to do it.
“Do you want me to do this?” she asked simply. I nodded.
“Say it,” she demanded, her voice thick with desire, tinged with fear of rejection.
“Lick me,” I whispered. My mouth was suddenly dry and I licked my lips. “Please, Gwen, lick my pussy.”
She didn’t need any further encouragement. She sank down onto her belly and engulfed my overheated pussy with her mouth. I cried out, clutching wildly at the sheets as her tongue wriggled between my pussy lips and up to my clit. Her finger, still slick with my pussy juices, slid effortlessly into my ass. A moment later, it was joined by a second finger, stretching me wide.
My orgasm exploded in my head and in my groin. I flailed on the bed beneath her oral assault as she hung onto me. Even when that first, mind blowing sensation began to subside, she kept gently licking me. Her fingers pushed in and out of my ass.
I pulled my knees up high and wide, and her fingers were able to penetrate deeper. Her tongue flicked at my clit and another orgasm rumbled up through me. I couldn’t hold my legs any more, so I let them fall to the bed, wantonly splayed for her.
She kept licking me and finger fucking my ass, and I kept coming. After five or six orgasms, I was crying and begging her to stop. Mercifully, she did. Gwen crawled up my still heaving body and pulled me into her arms. I held onto her until my trembling subsided. She kissed me on the forehead before she left. She didn’t say a word.
It was three days before I saw her again. She called and asked if I would like her to come over. I told her I would like nothing more.
As soon as the door closed, we were in each others arms, kissing passionately. I was tugging at her clothes, trying to get to her skin. It was easier for her. I was only wearing a thin robe that vanished in seconds. Somehow we ended up in the bedroom. Somehow she finally shed all her clothes.
Gwen lay on top of me, kissing me deeply. I could feel her naked body against mine, her erect nipples poking the soft flesh of my breasts. She pulled herself up higher and pushed her left tit into my face. I panicked and turned my face away. Gwen grew still and then rolled off me.
“Lydia,” she said softly. “I want to keep seeing you. I need to keep seeing you. I think about touching you and kissing you all the time. But it can’t just be a one-sided thing. I’ve been going crazy every time we’re together. You have all these wild orgasms, and I go home to my vibrator.”
I hadn’t realized how selfish I had been. This whole thing had started because she offered to fulfill my most secret sexual fantasy. I had never stopped to consider her needs. Tentatively, I reached out and cupped one of her tits. She sat very still. I explored the soft flesh, finally settling on the stiff nipple. I rolled and tugged on it in the ways I knew I liked.
“Is this what you want,” I asked. She just nodded.
I pulled myself up onto an elbow and leaned in to capture her nipple in my mouth. Gwen shuddered and her nipple grew larger and harder under my caressing tongue. I liked that. I liked feeling her excitement.
I pulled at her shoulders until she lay down on the bed beside me. Leaning over her, I used my hands and mouth to explore both her tits. I felt her hand on the back on my head, carefully stroking my hair. It wasn’t long before she was breathing heavily.
Mentally taking a deep breath, I left her tits and kissed my way down to her navel. My stomach was churning, thinking about what I was about to do. I wasn’t sure I was ready. I procrastinated by focusing on her navel with my mouth. I let my hand push down to her pussy. I felt her spread her legs wide for me. My hand found her pussy lips. She shaved them just like I did. Smooth and sexy.
It was strange exploring another woman’s pussy. It was like touching myself, yet subtly different. I grew brave and eased my fingers between her lips. Gwen groaned and I felt her hips shift beneath my hand. She was really wet. I ran my fingers up and down the full length of her splayed open pussy. When I settled on her clit, she moaned again and her hips jerked. So I touched it again. And again.
Soon she was writhing underneath me. Mustering up all my courage, I pulled myself up over her leg to lay full length between hers. For the first time, I looked at her pussy. Her legs were spread wide, I could see her heaving tits further up her body. Her pussy was wide open. All it’s glistening secrets were exposed to me. I could see the opening of her vagina, strangely small and hidden. Her clit was just barely peeking out from under a little hood of flesh.
Going for broke, I moved in and licked her pussy. One long lick from bottom to top, sweeping over her clit at the end. She cried out softly and lifted her hips to meet me. I had thought it would be nasty and unpleasant. Instead it was exhilarating. Every time my tongue touched her, she would spasm with pleasure. It was a rush.
With a groan, I took her whole pussy in my mouth. Gwen cried out again and wrapped her hand in my hair, gently holding me in place. I lapped at her pussy, running my tongue through the inner folds and caressing her increasingly stiff clit. Without warning, her whole body went rigid. Then she was writhing and flailing on the bed, crying out my name.
I hadn’t been ready for her orgasm. Now she was in the throws of ecstasy. I just kept licking her as she rode my face. I could feel my own excitement rising. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever. I don’t know if she only came once or several times in a row. Eventually she pushed my face away. She lay there, gasping for air, her chest heaving, while I crawled up to lay down beside her.
“Did I do it okay,” I asked, needing the reassurance.
“God, yes,” she said, out of breath. “I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.”
I just lay there, next to her, holding her hand. It was kind of awkward, but I wasn’t sure what to do. When she was able to breathe and move, she rolled into me and put her arm around me comfortingly.
“Thank you, Gwen,” she said, smiling. “I hope it wasn’t too gross for you.”
“No. I actually liked it.” And at that moment, I knew it was true. I had enjoyed going down on her. I had really like how she reacted to what I had done.
“Really? That’s wonderful,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I have a surprise for you.”
Gwen left and came back with a bag. I vaguely remembered her holding one when she first came in. She pulled out a set of straps connected to a dildo. It was one of the realistic looking ones, with a head and veins and everything. It was a little on the small side, or at least noticeably smaller than Dave’s.
“How would you like me to fuck you in the ass with this?”
I felt my face get warm. I was embarrassed and turned on all at the same time. Gwen took my silence for a yes. She stepped into the straps and pulled it on. Her fumbling made it obviously that she had never put one on before. When it was in place, it wrapped snugly around her hips. The fake cock poked straight out at me. I watched as she coated it in a lubricant. My pussy was getting wet watching this and thinking about what was about to happen.
“Scoot to the edge of the bed,” she said. “This will be easier if I can stand behind you.”
I got up on my knees and scooted backward until they were just on the edge of the bed. She pushed down on my ass, and I spread my legs further to lower it. Then I felt her lubricated finger on my anus, tracing lovely little circles. I dropped my head onto the pillow and let her have her way with me.
The head of the dildo felt enormous as it pushed against my anal ring. I knew it was small, but it felt huge. Keeping up the pressure, Gwen pushed until the head eased past my sphincter. It was indescribable. Then she started moving it in and out. I groaned and wiggled my ass appreciatively. God it felt good!
In a few strokes, my ass was well lubed, inside and out. Gwen took a firm grip on my hips and began to piston the dildo in and out of my ass. With each stroke, her hips would thump into my ass with an audible smack. I could feel my pussy heating up quickly. I pushed back against her with every plunging stroke, eager to feel her pounding away at me.
Once the rhythm was set, Gwen snaked a hand around front and groped for my pussy. I was wet and wide open. With each deep penetration, she flicked my clit. Once, twice, three times and I went off like a rocket. Grunting, groaning and crying out for more, I came so hard I lost control of my arms and legs. I collapsed onto the bed as Gwen drove the dildo deep into my ass one last time.
We lay there for a moment, the dildo buried deep inside me, Gwen laying full length on my back and ass cheeks. I was dizzy and gasping for air. She kissed my neck and back for several minutes while I recovered.
That unbelievable experience sealed the deal. I stayed married to Dave, but I saw Gwen on the side. Once or twice a week we got together. I always left with shaky legs, a tender pussy and ass, and a huge smile on my face.