Two Out Of Three

(c) Copyright 2000 by Wiseguy




"You forgot, didn't you?"

Audrey's accusing voice stopped me in my tracks.  "Forgot 
what?"

She gave me one of those I-knew-it looks.  "The social.  
Steve and Ellen's.  Tonight."

"That's next week," I argued, though even as I said it I 
had doubts.

"No, Joe, it's tonight.  It's always on the second Friday 
of the month.  Always."

A quick look at the calendar told me she was right.  
"Dammit," I said.  "What am I supposed to do with these, 
then?"  I pulled the tickets out of my pocket: two seats at 
the sneak preview of the latest Barry Levinson flick, won 
by sheer luck from my favorite radio station.  "Tonight 
only," I added.  

"Tonight we're busy," she replied.

"Couldn't we blow off the social?" I asked hopefully.

Audrey frowned.  "We blew off the last one, honey.  And the 
one before.  They're going to stop inviting us if we don't 
start showing up."

"We could invite them over here," I suggested.  "Next week 
some time?"

"That's not the point," she said.  "I want to go tonight.  
We hardly get to see Steve and Ellen anymore as it is, 
since they moved out to Reston.  You agreed that we would 
go, and I'm going to hold you to it."

I dug in my heels.  "If I'd known I was going to win these 
I wouldn't have agreed."  

Audrey stood up from the dining table, where we'd just 
finished dinner, and squared herself to me like a 
gunfighter in a Western.  "I guess there's only one way to 
settle this," she declared.  She locked her eyes on mine 
with a hard stare.  Meanwhile, her hands undid the buttons 
on the front of her dress and whipped it open in a smooth 
motion.

I stood up too, pulling my shirt off over my head.  "Two 
out of three?"

"So be it," she agreed grimly while kicking off her shoes.  
She picked up the shoes and the dress, then marched back to 
the bedroom.  I grabbed my shirt and followed on her heels; 
the dinner dishes could wait.

This was a ritual we'd repeated many times over the years, 
even before we were married.  As pre-teens, we'd settled 
our occasional minor disagreements by arm wrestling.  When 
my male hormones kicked in and gave me an unfair advantage, 
we switched to actual wrestling -- two out of three falls 
to win.  It worked because Audrey was quick and wiry enough 
to negate my strength and size advantage.  When our matches 
evolved into a more adult form of wrestling, two out of 
three falls became two out of three orgasms.  I haven't 
seen this technique mentioned in any of the marriage 
handbooks, but it's worked marvelously for us.

Audrey threw her dress in the general direction of the 
hamper as she entered the bedroom, flung the shoes toward 
the closet, and immediately reached behind and undid the 
clasp on her black lacey bra.  I dumped my shoes and socks 
quickly, watching out of the corner of my eye as Audrey 
peeled down her panty hose.  My pants and boxers hit the 
floor together; I just stepped out of them and put my hands 
on my hips, ready.

Audrey's eyes gleamed as she bent over, wiggling her ass at 
me, and slowly peeled off her panties.  I wondered how she 
would start -- after years of doing this, she knew her best 
chance to win was to get me off quickly so that I'd be 
ready again before I could get to her twice.  My strategy 
would be to make Audrey come first, the better to take 
advantage of my longer recovery time.

She made a strong play to start:  while I stood there 
already hard, watching her ass sway, she flipped the 
panties up and into my face.  It distracted me just long 
enough for her to turn and spring toward me.  She wrapped 
her arms around me at the waist and trapped my cock between 
her breasts.  I felt them pressing against me on either 
side, so smooth and soft and warm.  She rubbed herself up 
and down, side to side, getting me harder and harder 
despite myself.  I tried to break the contact and fell down 
hard on my side, rolling toward the bed.

Not fast enough, though.   Audrey pounced immediately, and 
before I could figure out where I was my cock was in her 
mouth.  I felt her tongue working around the helmet, 
sliding up and down the sides, and my body wanted nothing 
more than to just flop there and let her do it.  After all, 
I rationalized, I could get her off twice before I'd be 
ready to come again. The only problem was, it wasn't 
necessarily true -- I'd lost plenty of these contests 
before.  Audrey had a skill that seemed to negate the 
differences in plumbing.

Fortunately, I had a trick or two of my own up my sleeve.  
I knew Audrey's body as well as she knew mine; the right 
move in the right place would trigger a response as strong 
and as fast as anything she could do to me.  Her body was 
perpendicular to mine, the better for her to use a free 
hand to cup my balls.  With a mighty lunge I grabbed a taut 
thigh and yanked her closer to me.  She tried to scoot away 
but couldn't do much without letting up on my cock, and she 
wasn't about to do that yet.  Holding one of Audrey's legs 
in the crook of my arm, I reached up between her thighs 
with my right hand and pressed her mound, sliding my thumb 
up and down her moistening slit.  Her lips parted slightly, 
growing slick at my touch, and at the first opportunity I 
plunged my thumb into her canal.

Audrey shuddered when I entered her and started sucking 
harder on my cock, knowing we were going into a sprint.  I 
hooked my thumb slightly to catch the sensitive spot on her 
upper wall, and at the same time used my palm and my 
fingers to put pressure all around her clit.  

It worked.  Audrey's rhythm deteriorated, her technique 
slowing down as the sensations in her own crotch distracted 
her from mine.  I pulled her back a little, getting an even 
better angle, and pressed in deeper.  Her breath came in 
ragged gasps until, with a groan, she succumbed to my 
attentions.  I kept up the pressure until she was 
completely overcome, then let my hand fall -- the first 
point was mine.

Audrey recovered very quickly, though.  She shifted her 
body so I couldn't reach her again, then went back to work 
with a vengeance on my cock.  I felt fingers playing with 
my balls, stroking the seam in my sack, tracing the line 
backwards ...

She touched something way back there, and that was all she 
wrote.  I grunted loudly and erupted into Audrey's mouth.  
She sucked gleefully, swallowing it all.

"One each," she crowed, wiping a trace of my seed from her 
lips.  "Let's see how fast you can recover, stud."  She 
hopped up on top of me, sitting on my belly, and drew 
herself up to full height, arching her back to make her 
breasts stick out.  She knows I love that; the sight of her 
breasts is enough to get me hard under almost any 
circumstances including, eventually, these.  I could see a 
wicked gleam in her eye as she reached back with a hand and 
started tracing along the seam between my balls again.  I 
felt my body responding faster than I thought possible; if 
I didn't do something, I'd be hard again in record time.

It took all the strength I could muster, but I pushed my 
upper body off the floor, making Audrey slide down and 
back.  I was able to twist my legs and keep going, forcing 
her back, trying to spill her onto the floor so I could pin 
her down and eat her into delirium.   She figured out what 
I was doing and stood up, trying to get away before I could 
bear her down to the floor again.  So I changed the plan 
and grabbed her waist, much the way she had done to me but 
lower.  With a heave and a slight turn, I dropped her onto 
the bed with her legs hanging over the side, and my body in 
between them.

"Gotcha," I exulted, flipping her surprised legs over my 
shoulders and diving in for the kill.  Her legs flailed, 
trying to knock me out of the saddle, but I was in a good 
position and she had no leverage to use.  My tongue flayed 
at her lips, tasting the goodness that was already there, 
finding the places I knew would start her shuddering again.  
Her fingers gripped my hair, but couldn't seem to decide 
whether to push me away or pull me in closer.  I used every 
trick I knew and before long I could hear the moans that I 
knew were the heralds of my victory.

With my concentration focused on my task, I failed to 
notice two important facts:  that hearing and feeling the 
proof of Audrey's rising arousal was getting me hard and 
ready again as well, and that Audrey's legs were working 
non-stop to gain some sort of purchase.  Just as I thought 
my success was imminent, her legs managed to slip around to 
the front of my body.  One foot came to rest on each 
shoulder and she gave a strong, steady push that sent me 
toppling backwards onto the floor.  

Before I could get up, Audrey slid down on top of me.  She 
landed squarely just above my hips, her knees on either 
side taking the weight.  She leaned forward and pinned my 
shoulders to the floor, then looked down at me in triumph.  
"We'll see who's got who," she said lustily.  Her hips 
lifted, dropped back a little, and she enveloped my 
traitorous member.

She had me in trouble for sure.  My legs were halfway under 
the bed, trapped.  She captured my hands in hers, keeping 
them away from her sensitive breasts.  There wasn't much I 
could do except think about baseball, or politics, or 
quantum mechanics.

She had that covered too, it turned out.  "You're so hard, 
baby," she purred at me, keeping my attention focused on 
our bodies.  "So hard, and so long.  Can you feel how 
deeply you're reaching into my pussy, darling?  Doesn't it 
just make you want to come?  Can't you feel it building, 
making your sweet, delicious cock just want to burst?"  

God, did it ever!  I could tell by the slackness in her jaw 
that Audrey was close to losing it too, so I went for 
broke:  instead of working to minimize the movement of my 
shaft inside her, I maximized it.  With each thrust inward 
I clenched my pelvic muscles hard, trying to put pressure 
on her G spot.  I clenched her hands with the same force 
she used on mine while desperately trying to picture my 
grandmother naked.

"That's it," Audrey panted.  "Don't fight it, lover.  You 
want it.  You need it.  You ... unh!  UNH!  UUUOOOOOHHHHH!"

I cried out incoherently in celebration as I felt Audrey's 
inner walls clenching around me, then my own body convulsed 
and I came for the second time, feeling it all the way back 
to my guts as my cock jerked and fired.

An eternity later, Audrey slipped off me and rolled onto 
the floor at my side.  We held each other in silence, 
listening as our breathing and heartbeats slowed gradually 
to normal.

Audrey finally broke the silence.  "You win."

"Yes," I agreed wearily.  "It was close, though."

"Mmmm ..."  

There was another long silence.

"What was that argument about again?" she asked sleepily.

"I forget ... Let's just go to bed."


-wg
10/18/00