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"Further Down The Aisle" (M/F M/F/F, oral, anal, etc.)

Warning:  This story contains graphic (I hope) descriptions of sexual
activities between two or more consenting adults.  If you find this
sort of writing offensive or you are not of legal age to be reading
this type of material, please do not read further.  


Preface:  Some of you may have read my second story to the newsgroup
entitled: "Down the Aisle."  It was a self indulgent recounting of a
favorite masturbatory fantasy.  I received both positive and negative
feedback.  Both positives were short, but appreciated.  The negative
was polite and detailed enough that I hope to improve in this
continuation of the same story.

I was even reviewed in a Celestial Review.  How's that for coming up
in the world?  Thank you to those who bothered to provide constructive
criticism.  I hope any negative opinion of the previous story doesn't
keep you from reading this one (and maybe responding again).  I always
appreciate constructive feedback, even if I'm not smart enough to keep
from ignoring some of it.  

The characters in this story are based on people that really existed,
but their names have been changed.  The personalities are modified as
well, but hopefully believable.

A short synopsis of the previous story, of which this is the
continuation: I inherited a small fortune from an uncle, not enough to
live lavishly, but more than enough to be  very comfortable, if I were
willing to work as well. My fiance at the time of the last story, now
my wife, prefers to be called Tawny (like a kitten).  I manipulated
her into agreeing to five promises prior to our marriage: one - she
would dress to please me when requested; two - she would keep her
pubic hair shaved to please me, when requested; three - like the
"Story of O" she would agree to wear my marks and rings without
knowing what or where they would be placed (they turned out to be the
piercing and subsequent placing of rings in her earlobes, nipples,
navel, clitoral hood, and six rings in her labia); four - she would
allow no one but me to have anal sex with her; and five - she would
swallow my ejaculations, whenever requested.  She agreed to all of
these conditions and we were subsequently married.  On her own
initiative she had herself tattooed (two small hearts, one on each
buttcheek, with my initials in one heart and hers in the other) right
where I usually placed my thumbs to spread her cheeks for anal
penetration.  During our two year engagement, she underwent several
cosmetic surgeries (caps on her teeth, some liposuction and
significant breast enhancement).  I looked forward to life with my
ideal woman.  Like all fantasies, however, it was pretty one sided.
Therein lies this tale.  Timewise we rejoin the story about three
years later.

At last, for those who are reading from this newsgroup with their
mouse in their non-dominant hand... "On with the story!"


Chapter the First In which, Wendy arrives but doesn't cometh, yet.

My wife was very sexually responsive this evening.  Unfortunately,
that was not the norm, lately.  From having been such an incredible
fuck, as recently as a year ago, she had become less and less
enthusiastic in bed.  I was having some of the best sex of my life,
but it just didn't seem to be as good for her.  I was starting to feel
that even though her body was involved (and it's a great body), maybe
her head and her heart weren't always involved.  Before we were
married, she had been an insatiable little squirt bunny.  I was
totally clueless about what could be wrong.  In all honesty, my brain
tends to focus about midway between my navel and my knees, so I hadn't
been giving the problem as much consideration as it probably deserved.  

Tonight, though, she was back to her old self.  She had invited me
into the shower after supper.  We had a great time, soaping and
rinsing every little thing and she started a terrific blowjob under
the shower (glad she didn't drown), which segued into a sixty-nine
when we got back to the bedroom.  Her pussy was freshly shaved and her
rings were present in her ears, her nipples, her navel, her labia, and
her clitoral hood.  I thought she looked really sexy and I can tell
you she tasted great.

In retrospect, if I had any concern about pleasuring her, it was an
ongoing one with the ring in her clitoral hood.  Sometimes she would
come almost immediately with just a small amount of careful play and
sometimes repeatedly and other times she wouldn't want me to even
touch it.  I could never figure out what and when to do it or not to
do it.  Anyway, it didn't seem to be a problem this evening.  And as
far as my pleasure was concerned, she was doing everything I could
have asked.  Her tongue would create delicious friction on my glans,
at the top of a stroke. She was taking me almost to the pubic hairs on
the down stroke.  I prefer the tongue action on the frenulum, that
area just under the outlet in a penis  I was doing what I could for
her.  She wasn't complaining, although typically I would have to do
something really painful, before she complained.  I think she even
orgasmed during our sixty-nine.  I was pretty close to getting off
myself, when she announced that she needed: "a cock up my cunt.  And
here's a nice one."

We rolled around for a bit, but she wound up on top and rode me for a
good ten minutes.  Her actions would have made a belly dancer jealous.
If we could have tied jars of cream to her hips, we would have had
butter before she was done.  The best part of it was that we would
have had use for it.   She was puffing hard when she collapsed on my
chest and, after some heavy breathing, announced: "Your turn, lover...
Woof!  Woof!"

Now she knows doggy style is my favorite and she knows I'll happily
plow her nether orifices for as long as I'm able.  We were engaged in
my favorite kind of sex, where we both get good and sweaty and move
from one position to another and from one orifice to another.  She
positioned herself on her hands and knees and arched her back as I
entered her.  Her mouth was hanging open and she managed to groan: "Oh
shit, I do love this!"  She fucked back to me and we met half way on
some slow and languorous strokes.  Her pussy was just incredible that
night.  Mixed with my saliva and her abundant juices, it was super
slippery.  It held my penis with that warm tightness that a man longs
to come back to again and again.  After about several minutes of
stroking low in her channel to get the maximum clitoral stimulation,
she looked back at me and said: "Okay, you drive for a while!"  I
pummeled her thighs with mine as I gave her the best fucking I could.
I kept it up until my stomach muscles were sore, and I was dripping
with sweat, which actually didn't take all that long.  She had been
riding that pleasure-pain edge, sometimes yelling for me to slow down
and then sometimes, I guess it was okay.  Not being able to keep up
the pace, I slowed down and played my thumb over her anus.  She rubbed
herself back against my thumb and rotated her hips around my penis.
Just playing with her anus, while I'm filling her vagina will send me
over the edge on many a night.  Tonight, I was definitely dealing with
a delayed orgasm.  To give myself more of a break, I slowed my fucking
motions to a stop and asked:  "Did you come, yet?"  How am I supposed
to know, I want it to be good for her, too, right?.  She looked over
her shoulder at me to say: "Don't worry about me, I'm okay."  And then
she came up with the kind of question that will keep me married to her
no matter what happens.  She asked: "So... you wanna come... in my
mouth or... do you wanna come in my ass?"  I assured her that deep
inside her rectum would be my choice, thank you very much, although I
almost came just from hearing her ask.  I think it is just incredibly
sexy when a women offers her man a sexual choice like that.

Tawny dropped from supporting her upper body on her hands to a
position where her shoulders were on the mattress.  She spread her
legs more widely and began massaging her labia with one hand.  I made
a quick poke of my penis into a jar of anal lube we keep in a bedside
drawer, and massaged the excess into her anus and the surrounding
area.  With my penis glistening with lube, I placed my thumbs on the
tattoos with our initials, which she wears on her buttocks.  My wife
definitely knows my sexual preferences.  As a wedding gift to me, she
had tattoos placed right where I like to put my thumbs to spread her
for just this sort of penetration.  Keeping her buttocks spread, I
slid my penis up and down the crack of her ass until I was right on
target.  She closed her eyes and grimaced slightly as I applied
pressure with the head of my penis against her anus.  Ali Baba had his
open Sesame that opened the doors to the treasure trove for him.  I
spoke the magic phrase that seems to open my wife's back door to me:
"I love you, Honey!" as I felt her sphincter give way to my pressure.
From years of experience she knows how to relax, so that the pain of
anal penetration is minimized, but I have always tried to let her set
the pace for anal intercourse.

As I sheathed myself completely in her rectum, her response came out
as: "Ughhhhh... I love you... huuuh!... too.  Hoooo!"   Her hand
became more active around her pussy as I slowly held station with the
length of my penis fully embedded in her most intimate orifice.  I
waited patiently until she said " Oh shit... OK... fuck me now..., but
take it real slow."  I started to slowly sodomize her, loving every
moment of it, but I wasn't fated to enjoy this part of our playtime
for very long.  I came in less than a minute as she started in with
remarks like: "Oh, Yeah, fuck my ass...  Oh Yeah!...  C'mon, give me
your come...  I want your come in my ass!  Oh, yeah!...  Fuck me!"
Each exclamation was given on my instroke and I could actually feel
her tighten her sphincter as I pulled outward.  A few graphic remarks
accompanied by the exquisite tightness of her sphincter muscle and the
hot oily velvet glove feeling of her rectum had me blowing my load
into her guts in no time.  I pumped as long as I could, but I quickly
became so sensitive that I had to stop.

We rolled over on our sides, still joined.  After her muscles slowly
ejected me from her shapely rump, we both made use of some Kleenex
from her bedside table.  We spooned for a short while in that total
relaxation that follows intercourse.  I think that's my second
favorite part of our sexual play.  I eventually got up to wash myself
and crawled back in to spoon for a while longer.  Snuggling up to her
rump I nibbled her ear and said something to the effect that I thought
she was a terrific lover.  I got a quick peck on the cheek in reply
and she moved to lie on her back.  She looked like she was thinking
awful hard about something, and I didn't think it was about how great
our lovemaking had been, so I asked:  "What's on your mind, lover?"

She rolled to face me and took my hand in hers.  "You remember...
Wendy?" she said, then she seemed to have trouble getting the rest of
the thought out. 

Did I remember Wendy?  Oh yeah!!!  Wendy had been Tawny's maid of
honor.   Maybe she should have been called matron of honor?  I don't
know what the right nomenclature is for an unmarried woman (with a two
year old kid, possibly her pimp's) as the bridal party's counterpart
to the best man.  She was also the third leg (while six months
pregnant, mind you) of what had to be the most fantastic menage a
trois ever to be held in a college dormitory bunk bed, with yours
truly as the only male.  She had been the lookout for us while I
cornholed Tawny, in the church, on our wedding day, only minutes
before the ceremony.  Yeah, I remembered her real well.  I could shut
my eyes and picture her easily.

Wendy was definitely no beauty.  She had a piggish face and a
dishwater blonde mop of hair.  She was big boned and overweight,
though not particularly tall.  She had a sharp and occasionally foul
tongue.  She may have been bright, but I hadn't really made much of an
effort to have any serious conversations with her.  She never stayed
long in our life, just flitting in and out on rare short occasions.
As I remember, from our one and only threesome, she preferred to play
with Tawny and I was definitely low priority (really low).  However,
Wendy certainly inspired Tawny to sexual heights I had never known
existed, and as I just happened to be plugged into Tawny's asshole at
the time, it was great for me too.  Actually I was sort of amazed that
Wendy had ever gotten pregnant, but I had never cared enough to ask
for the details.

Tawny came out of her funk to say: "Times have pretty hard for Wendy.
Juan threw her out and her parents have told her they won't let her
back in their house with his kid.  She lost her job and she's going to
get tossed out of her apartment when she misses the next payment.  She
doesn't have any money and she doesn't have anywhere to go."  Tawny
paused and heaved a big sigh.  She stared into my shoulder and asked
quietly: "Could she move in with us... just for a little while?
Please?"  I wasn't too wild about the idea of someone sharing our
little love nest, particularly with a toddler in tow.  I had gotten
pretty spoiled about being able to rip off a piece whenever and
wherever the mood and the wife were both favorable.  But there was
that incredible threesome... maybe something good could be made out of
this.  I hesitated for a few moments longer and  said: "Yeah, sure...,
for a little while."  Tawny gave me a hard fast kiss and murmured:
"OK... just for a little while."

Wendy arrived that weekend.  She had amazingly little baggage in tow
for herself and less for the little guy.  You could say she had
matching luggage, if that's what you call two plastic garbage bags.
We moved her into the back bedroom and, later that week, put up a
youth bed for her son.  The little guy was pretty well behaved and
Tawny seemed to enjoy spending time with her friend. 


Chapter the Second In which, Wendy and I have dinner, and I get chewed
out but not eaten until I get home.

Since the first days of our marriage it had been a ritual for Tawny
and me to go out for a really nice dinner, once a month, (more often
if there were birthdays, holidays, etc.) and then on to a movie or
some drinks at the local sports bar.  When the day rolled around for
our next night out, Tawny informed me that she thought Wendy needed a
night out more than she did.  She wanted to stay home and get to know
Wendy's son a little better.  Wendy immediately jumped into the
conversation, denying that she had anything to do with this decision
and that it would be totally inappropriate for her to ruin Tawny's
night on the town.  The two of them started in on an almost comical
repartee of who should go and who should stay.  The only thing I know
is that I didn't get a word in edgewise and certainly had no part in
the decision making.  Somehow, it was decided that Wendy and I would
go out to dinner that evening, but come home immediately afterwards.
Tawny would stay home to be the baby-sitter.  I'm still not sure how
the decision was made, but it was an accomplished fact without any
input on my part.

Rather than a truly upscale restaurant, we headed for the local sports
bar, in deference to Wendy's wardrobe choices (blue jeans, blue jeans,
or a short skirt that didn't look real good on thunder thighs).  We
made some polite talk while we waited for the corner booth to free up.
Wendy insisted we had to sit "where we can get some fucking privacy."
We didn't talk much during the meal, mostly amusing ourselves with the
sports action and trivia questions on the various TV screens. She was
putting away more alcohol than food, but who was I to complain.  If
Tawny had done the same I wouldn't have said anything.   When we were
both finished, I asked if she would like an after dinner drink and she
assured me she would.  The dishes disappeared and fresh drinks
appeared.  Wendy had been sitting opposite me at the table, but she
now slid toward me in the booth.  She motioned for me to meet her
toward the middle of the C-shaped booth.  I believe her suggestion was
something like: "Come over here, where I don't have to fuckin' shout
at you!"  I complied, and as we got settled, I asked: "What's up?"

She spoke quickly and as quietly as the roar of the restaurant would
allow. "I came here to save your marriage, I hope you know.  You're
lucky it's hung together at all.  If Tawny wasn't so totally in love
with you, it wouldn't have lasted six months, you lucky bastard!"

Somewhat taken aback, the best I could get out was: "What do you mean
lucky?  I suppose you wish she was living with you?"

I had taken a shot in the dark and it was right on the money.  She
rocked back with her eyes closed for a moment, then she slumped
forward to have a pull on her drink.  "Your damn right!  I wouldn't
treat her like shit, like you do.  I wouldn't have turned her into
some kind of Barbie doll plaything.  I love her ass, but you know, as
well as I do, that she likes guys more than girls.  Somehow she fell
in love with you and you've treated her like shit ever since you two
got engaged."

"What are you talking about?"  I was definitely indignant.  "I love
Tawny and I've done my best to take care of her."

She gave me a condescending look.  "Yeah, right!  She went through
breast enhancement and liposuction and piercing and tattooing and
wearing her gold necklaces like a slave collar and all that shit, but
where has it gotten her?  We've had some pretty long phone
conversations while you were working overtime, you know.  She's poured
out her heart to me and it's pretty sad."

"Let me hit the highlights for you" she continued.  "One: she's stuck
in this little town in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere.  The only
clothes and make up you buy her make her look like a hooker to most of
your neighbors.  Two:  She never gets a night out, unless she's
expected to put on a sexual performance when she gets home.  Three:
She's gone through all that surgery just for you.  She's working out
three times a week and taking a yoga class, just to look like your
idea of a terrific fuck, but you don't lift a finger to take care of
your body.  Four:  it's a good thing you like to eat pussy or I'm
pretty sure you wouldn't even bother.  You don't waste any time
worrying about her pleasure.  She's working on taking your cock into
her throat without gagging, but you don't even seem to notice.  Her
cunt is damn near growing cobwebs, because you spend so much time up
her ass.  Hell, every night it's like it's "SHOWTIME" for you.  She's
supposed to dress up for you and make herself up for you and take your
spew in every hole in her body, every goddam night.  It's not love
making for her, it's a goddam performance where she's gotta check off
each and every one of your wants to make sure she's done them all
before she can rest.  What do you do for her?  You never wear clothes
just for her.  You don't always take a shower when you expect her to
suck you off, but you won't come near her pussy if it isn't freshly
washed.  And talk about her pussy!  What's with this fetish for
shaving her pussy.  I mean one of these days she isn't going to be
able to grow hair down there and it's gonna start turning black down
there instead of the cute little pink it is now.  I mean she spends
way too much time worrying about the condition of her cunt.  Shit!
She shouldn't have to look like some sort of centerfold all the time.
She should be beautiful just the way God made her.  And talk about
shaving!  You don't always shave before you stick your face between
her legs.  Man, she's sensitive down there!  She gets whisker burns
that take two days to lose.  You are not God's gift to women, no
matter what you think.  I mean, it's about time you had a little
reality check, pal."

She finally ran out of breath and concentration and then tossed down
the rest of her drink.  I signaled a passing waitress and ordered a
refill for her.  When we were alone again, I cleared my throat and
said: "Geez, I uhh.., I'm sorry I wasn't taking notes.  Are you gonna
be able to remember that one point at a time?"  She nodded and when
her eyes focussed on me she said: "Damn right I am!" 

"Okay," I said "Let's take it one point at a time after our drinks
come."  I didn't mention that mine didn't need a refill.  Her drink
came in jiffy.  That's one of the advantages of giving a generous tip
to your server before the meal, not afterwards.  I believe you should
give your server the chance to show how much your tip is appreciated
and how much they would like you to come back and do it again.  But, I
digress.  We were pretty much alone again, so I started in with:
"Sorry, what was the first point, her clothes?"

"Fucking - A!  Like a goddam whore and you don't wear nothing for
her." was her next utterance.  I very carefully pointed out that Tawny
had personally approved each and every purchase from the various
catalogs we used.  I didn't mention that it just happened that the
Land's End catalog seemed to disappear, but the Victoria's Secret and
Frederick's of Hollywood were on top of the stack.  I did go on to say
that if we weren't living in such a conservative little town, no one
would even think to criticize her wardrobe.  I implied that maybe
Wendy was reading more into the situation than was really there.  I
had never had any complaints from the neighbors and more than one had
asked where we got Tawny's outfits.  As far as wearing anything for
her I was fairly certain that women didn't care about their man's
wardrobe.  Women were more into the relationship than the physical
aspects.

Wendy responded: "You are so full of bullshit, it's no wonder your
eyes are brown.  There's a shirt at __________'s (a local shop) that
gets her juicy just thinking about you in it."  

I hadn't even a clue about Tawny's interest in my clothing. "You gotta
be kidding.  No way!" I said.

"Fucking A, way!" she said.  "She would probably swallow your dick and
your balls, too, if you were wearing that shirt.  Which would be a
shame, 'cause it's her pussy that gets all wet when she's excited...
that delicious pussy... just going to waste."  I inquired about the
shirt in question a little further and Wendy maintained that it was a
definite turn-on that my wife hadn't gotten around to telling me
about.  A bargain was struck that we would go shopping tomorrow, I
would be allowed to choose clothing for each of them, without their
ability to criticize my choices.  If I didn't see something I liked, I
could order one outfit from a catalog of my choice, with the same
freedom.  In turn, I would go to the aforementioned men's store with
them and be just a willing body to dress as they saw fit.  The base
rule would be the same for everyone: willing participation and no long
faces or martyred looks.  Wendy seemed pleased with the idea and I
couldn't see anyway that I could lose.  Of course, my wife had
promised before our wedding that she would dress in the manner that I
found most pleasing, whenever I asked, but Wendy might not have known
that.  I was more than happy to see Tawny get excited about me,
regardless of the cause.  "Okay, I think we've got this taken care
of." I said "What's next on your list of indictments?"

Wendy polished off a large portion of this round before she got to:
"Ummmm... she never gets a night out with the girls."  I said: "She's
never told me she wanted a night out.  If she wants out, she can go.
Why don't you take her out next Friday.  We'll get a baby-sitter for
your little guy and we can all meet back at home to compare notes on
our evenings.  How's that sound?  Maybe if she invites some of her
friends from the gym or the yoga class you can make it a bigger deal?"
Wendy's response was a good thorough belch followed by a "Fucking A!
Your on!  Next Friday night we're outta there!"  Apparently this was
worthy of celebration, so we both touched glasses and she finished
hers while I had an extended sip.

"So you see" I said, "there's nothing sinister here so far, we just
needed to clear some air.  Now what's the next problem?"  Maybe the
restaurant help was more helpful than I thought, because Wendy's next
drink seemed to appear out of the air and we were alone again in no
time.  Wendy focussed her eyes on her drink, then she rotated her head
like some mechanical extension to face me and said: "You aren't taking
care of your body.  She's working out two and three times a week and
taking fuckin' yoga, and you don't do shit one to keep yourself in
shape.  "I had to think about this one for a moment, because it was,
unfortunately, quite true.  The best I could come up with was: "Well,
what if she and I went to the gym once a week, together?  We could
play racquetball or tennis or... something and have a little more time
together.  For that matter, while you're here we could all go
together.  Maybe, we could play some 'cutthroat' in racquetball, or
something?  You interested in a little threesome, Wendy?"

I had caught her while she was taking another pull on her drink.  She
actually snorted and had a coughing attack that threatened to summon
the restaurant help to our table.  If she hadn't been laughing so
hard, at the same time, I'm not sure that I wouldn't have been worried
about her, too.

When she got control of herself, she said, very quietly: "You know
goddam well I'm interested, and we don't need to go to the gym for it
either, you fuckin' horn dog, you.  Let's drink to that idea... By the
way, are you going to drink that drink or just continue to make love
to it.  Oh!  I forgot!  You don't think it's making love unless you
can stick your dick in it!"  She seemed incredibly pleased with her
wittiness, but never the less, I clinked glasses with her and we both
did "bottoms up' together.  Our glasses were filled immediately and
our privacy was assured with another tip that "stuck" to the glass.
And I mean privacy; I noticed they weren't seating customers within
two tables of us in any direction. 

"Which brings us to your last point" I said.  "If I remember right,
you were concerned about Tawny's sexual pleasure.  I think we took
care of the dress-up issue and I can shower and shave a little more
often, but maybe you could teach me how to work that ring in her
clitoral hood?  Not having a clitoris, I'm not quite sure how to make
the most of it.  Would you like to give me some pointers on that?
Maybe some extended show and tell with a live Tawny?"  Her response
was a hasty belch and: "Fuckin' A, anytime, anywhere, and as often as
you want.  I'll ring that ring like a... like a... ah, fuck it!  I'll
show you how to ring her fuckin' bell, every time.  You just pay close
attention, Shithead.  You're gonna be taught by a master."

"Wouldn't that be a mistress not a master?" I asked with a leer.
"Fuck!  what...Ever!" was her  reply.

"And if I remember," I continued, "you were worried about her sexual
load being too much.  Maybe you should pick up some of the load for
her, while you're here.  You know we haven't really discussed room and
board charges while you're staying with us.  I think you should
definitely be paying rent, don't you?"  If I had grown three eyes, she
couldn't' have looked more confused.

She leaned away from me in the booth as if she needed to get a real
good look at who was really sitting next to her. "What are you fuckin'
talkin' about?  When I first got here, I said I'd help her with the
cleaning and what not.  You were the one who said you wanted to pay me
for it.  I never asked you to.  Don't fuckin' bother giving me any
money, if I gotta turn around and give it right back to you." Her
volume level had grown significantly during the last outburst.  I
motioned her to quiet down and she suddenly became aware of the
surroundings again.  I told her: "No, I don't want the money back,
that's for you and your little guy.  I'm talking about sex.  How does
the old saying go: ' Ass, gas or grass, nobody rides for free!'  What
would you say to that?  We had a terrific threesome in college.  I'd
like to share with my wife with you, again and I think you'd like
that.  But, this time, I'd like to pork you, too."

Wendy shook her head.  "You are one fuckin' sick puppy aren't you.  I
told Tawny you'd be trying to crawl up my ass if I came to stay with
you two.  So how do you want us?  Do you want us stacked one on top of
the other doggy style, or maybe in a titty sixty nine, while you swap
ends every twenty strokes?  How about if she does that fuckin' oyster
thing, where she puts her knees behind her elbows?  I can straddle her
so we can rub clits and  you can switch holes every other goddam
stroke."  Wendy's excitement level had grown again to the point that I
was afraid she was hyperventilating.  She consciously started to calm
herself.

"Just a second..., Okay... Okay!  Well... fuck it..., I really don't
care.  That bastard, Juan, spent enough time up my ass that I'm pretty
used to it by now.  It's just that..., well,... you are just such a
bullshit manipulator that I hate to let you have it.  But, on the
other hand, it's the only hole I'd let you in."  She saw the 'say
what' look on my face, and continued: "You know Juan used to be
Tawny's boyfriend, before she met you?"  I nodded.  Wendy continued:
"She dumped him when it was obvious that he was giving up music for a
career as a pimp.  I should have been smart enough to pull out then,
too, but I couldn't turn down the chance to teach all those young
cunts how to suck pussy.  There's an awful lot of old farts who get
real excited watching two girls eat each other out.  Anyway, I let
Juan fuck my cunt, one time, and guess who has a little boy to show
for it?  So, don't even think about sticking your dick in my cunt.
That's 'for ladies only' from now on.  And if you try to stick it in
my mouth, I'll bite it off.  But if you want a little piece of ass to
make yourself feel like hot shit, I guess we can work it out.  But
anytime your dick is near me, I expect to have unlimited access to
Tawny's cunt!  Deal?"

I told her: "That's good  by me, but there's one little problem that I
need you to help me with.  Tawny promised me she would never allow any
other man to buttfuck her.  You know that don't you?"  Her response
was a deep pull on her drink and a "Yeah!  What is the big deal about
that?  She married you and, as far as I know, she gave you exclusive
use of all of her.  She left Juan, because he was trying to rent part
of her out  That doesn't seem like your kinda thrill.  So, why do you
need a promise about her asshole?"

I asked: "Have you ever read "Story of O," by Pauline Reage?"  She
shook her head slightly and said: "No.  What is it, required reading
for perverted buttfuckers?"  I ignored her comment and answered: "  It
was required reading to be  my wife.  It's a classic of dom/sub and
s/m literature.  It's one of the most well written pieces of erotic
literature.  Don't tell me you don't have some interest in something
like that!"  She frowned and said" "I guess I've gotten a little
behind in my reading.  You can loan it to me sometime.  How about the
just Cliff's Notes version for tonight?"

I settled back to explain: "In that story, the main character is a
woman who submits herself completely to her boyfriend.  There's a lot
of sex and whippings and bondage and corsetting and all kinds of
stuff, but eventually the boyfriend turns her over to an older man,
named Sir Stephen.  She is willingly shared with other men and women,
but Sir Stephen makes her promise that he will have exclusive use of
her asshole.  There's more to it than that, but that's where the
concept of my exclusive rights to Tawny's ass come from."  Wendy was
still looking lost, so I continued: "You see, we both agreed that we
might want to swing with another couple or maybe do a threesome with
another guy."  I almost laughed at the look of disgust that came over
Wendy's face at the last suggestion.  I quickly said: "Well, Tawny
might find that attractive, if it was the right guy and I never said
she had to.  We won't do any swinging without complete agreement from
both of us."  Wendy thought hard and asked: "So what if I want to
stick a finger up her ass or something?"  I gave her a big grin and
said: "I don't think you qualify as a man, so you just feel free to do
whatever gives Tawny the most pleasure, okay?"  She shook her head
again and asked: "Can you cut to the goddam chase?  What the hell does
it have to do with me?"

"Well", I continued, "when she gave me that promise, she also promised
to cut off my balls and hang them on the bedroom wall, if she caught
me with my dick in another woman's ass.  I guess I never told anyone
about that before."  "You're gonna have to convince her that it's okay
for you and me to get it on like that.  And I think it would be best
if you didn't explain it in terms of 'rent.'  That can be a little
secret just between you and me.  Okay?"  Her response was another
dramatic belch, followed by: "Awww, Fuck me.  Not only do I have to
let you fuck me in the ass, but I have to talk your wife into letting
you do it...  Ahhh fuck..., awright, what the fuck..., if that's what
it takes to get access to Tawny's pussy, then that's what it takes.
Okay, you're on."

She finished off her drink  and muttered: "I can't believe this.  I
just gave my asshole to an asshole.  Let's get outta here before I
give up anything else." She started to get up from the table and then
sank back down.  "You're gonna have to help me out the door" she said.
"...And you're gonna be a real gentle man, okay?  If you do, I'll give
you one clue to how to get anything you want from you wife, whenever
you want it... You've just gotta try to figure out how to use it.
I'll even help if I can, but you've gotta do some rethinking.  Okay,
here it is.  Like most guys, you want a sex slave and that's what
you've tried to make Tawny.  But, she wants to be your 'Love Slave',
not a sex slave.  If you make her your love slave she'll probably give
you all the sex you can handle and then some, but if you try to make
her a sex slave, she's just going to shut down on you and your
marriage is gonna go right down the fuckin' tube."  Not too brightly,
I asked: "What's the difference?"  She looked at me and shook her
head.  She looked like she regretted that gesture and when she had
stabilized again she said: "The difference is you give sex to a sex
slave, 'cause that's what they want.  But you have to give love to a
love slave.  You follow me?  Man you are fuckin' stupid.  You better
hope I hang around long enough to help you figure it out... Alright,
let's get me home, before you have to fuckin' carry me.  And take it
slow around the corners, I don't want Tawny seeing me coming home with
my head hangin' out the fuckin window.  You do right by me and I'll
tell Tawny you deserve a good blow job when we get home."

I took it easy on the way home.  Tawny took one look at Wendy and
insisted on helping her into bed, but I think it was an excuse to
girltalk about how the evening went.  I can't prove Wendy had anything
to do with it, but I do remember getting a really outstanding blow
job, twice; after my shower, of course.


Chapter the Third In which, we go shopping and I come to like it.

I was ready for some fun shopping early in the morning.  What guy
wouldn't get excited about dressing two women per his favorite
fantasy?  We didn't start out right away.  We had to wait for Wendy's
hangover to subside.  Tawny was insistent that she should get to pick
out Wendy's outfit, rather than me.  I put up a little resistance,
more for show than anything, and let her talk me into it.  I was going
to suggest that I trade my selection of Wendy's outfit for Tawny's
wearing something really sexy while we shopped.

Tawny beat me to it.  I think it was supposed to be a sweetener, but
she talked me into letting her buy two outfits for Wendy, supposedly
one for me and the other for her.  Well, lets see, my wife wants to
wear something really sexy for me and I don't have to worry about
picking out clothes for a somebody I don't know all that well anyway.
I'm pretty sure I gave in real easy.  Wendy eventually pronounced
herself ready to live through another day and the women got ready to
go.

Tawny was dressed in a beaded fringed crop top and short skirt, with
thigh highs and heels.  I thought she had sucked the life out of my
dick the last night, but once we were in the garage, and she handed me
her panties (absolutely without prompting from me and with a big smile
on her face), and showed me her bare pussy under her skirt, I was
right back up again.  A few moments later Wendy wandered in.  She was
dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans, but in a considerable
nod to fashion, I believe she was wearing a bra.   She just missed
Tawny's flashing me and she insisted she wanted to see Tawny's pussy
too.  Tawny told her she would have to wait until they got to the
mall; maybe they could go into a fitting room together.

One more surprise for me was that the women insisted we take the
pickup to the mall rather than our more comfortable sedan.  Wendy
insisted she didn't want to sit on the front bench seat with the two
of us, but made herself comfortable in the rear of the club cab,
instead.  She kept up a running commentary of improbable sexual
activities that hadn't actually happened between the two of us, the
wait staff and any number of animals on our way home from the sports
bar last night.  Between Tawny's pretend anger and my feeble denials,
it made a dull drive to the mall much more interesting.

Once we got to the mall, Wendy put up a fuss about how we should walk
down the halls.  She insisted she didn't want me to be in the middle:
"like we're obedient little women 'flanking' this stud."  Tawny didn't
want to be in the middle, cause she would feel uncomfortable now that
someone had made a fuss about it, but she wanted to be able to hold my
hand.  We settled on whoever was the object of our shopping activity
would be in the middle, turn and turn about.  I volunteered to be the
last one to buy clothes for and that seemed to settle the concern.  We
flipped a coin to decide which of the women would be the first to
serve as the "body" to be dressed and Tawny won that one.

I headed us toward the usual Victoria's Secret, but having been there
before, (many times), there wasn't much of anything new to see.  Wendy
suggested that she had some idea of shops we might try, but "you
know... No pressure... just whatever."  It was still my decision, but
I decided to follow her lead.  We wound up in a couple of little
boutiques that I had never been in.  I generally don't frequent the
shops where the girls don't like guys and they let you know it.
However, as long as I was accompanied by two females, I was tolerated.
The two women disappeared into a fitting room with a number of
selections and I had to try to be inconspicuous while they were gone.
Now I know what the family dog would feel like, if we had one, and we
tried to take it into the stores at the mall.  Wendy was right on
about the clothing options, I'll give her that.  Tawny was soon in a
cute little 'fem-sub' outfit that would be perfect for weekend
night-clubbing and I have to admit I had one hand in my pocket to
cover my erection.  Okay, I admit I'm a sucker for anything to do with
short skirts, thigh highs, and heels.  I'm going to keep the memory of
Tawny allowing the clerks to help her try on pairs of high heels (in
her short skirt, with no panties) for some time to come.  I voted an
enthusiastic "Yes!" on that outfit and Tawny's turn as "just the body"
was over.  The ladies suggested I "take a hike" while Tawny selected
some things for Wendy.  Not long afterwards, Wendy came to find me at
the bookstore and told me: 'Yeah, she threw me out, too.  Told me I'd
have to wait to see what she picked.  Do you think we should trust
her?"  

We headed back to the little boutique and Tawny insisted that Wendy
should wear her new outfit, before we did any more shopping.  It
turned out to be a business type suit.  It was modeled after men's
wear, but still quite feminine.  Wendy was shaking her head no, but
Tawny insisted she come into the changing room and try it on.  That
took the resistance out of Wendy and she headed in, with several sizes
and accessories for the "suit."  I was told to go out in the hall and
hold the bags.  While I was loading myself up, Tawny whispered in my
ear: "Don't peak in those packages.  They have a lingerie section here
and I got something for Wendy that I think you're really gonna like.
I'm gonna tell her about it, but she doesn't get to see it for a
while.  And, you have to wait!  No Peaking!"  With a quick peck, a big
smile, and a whisper of "Trust me!" she hurried toward the fitting
room.  I took up station across the hall and waited what seemed like
long enough for them to sew their selections by hand.  They eventually
left the store together, after buying a "suit" and shoes (of course)
for Wendy. They were both wearing their new outfits,  holding hands
and actually giggling.

Well, we headed for the last stop on the trip.  I was in the middle
alright, but I had so many bags that it looked more like I was being
herded than flanked.  I won't bother you with the details of my turn
at being "just the body."  Tawny seemed to know exactly what she
wanted and I was outfitted in no time.  I would never have chosen the
selections for myself, but they were stylish and Wendy assured me I
was "making major points."  I was also persuaded to wear the new
outfit home and our fun was done, or so I thought.

As soon as we got out on the highway, Tawny had me unzipped and was
playing with my penis.  (It's amazing how long the zipper is on dress
pants, compared to blue jeans.)  I was a little uncomfortable with
Wendy sitting in the back, but I figured they had both seen what I
had, more than once, so why worry.  I also worried about traffic going
by, but I wasn't worried about it enough to want her to stop.  Wendy
leaned over to stick her tongue in Tawny's ear and then sat back to
announce: "I think Tawny wants to show you how much she likes you
wearing your new outfit. Don't you Tawny?"  Tawny's response was to
stick her tongue in my ear and then do a slow sexy "Uh Huuuh."  She
jacked my penis good and hard and then slid down to bring her face
into my lap.  Now I know why we had to take the pickup.  Thank God for
bench seats.  I don't think we could have done this comfortably in
bucket seats.  With her lips forming a tight O around me she commenced
a series of long slow strokes from the tip of my penis to almost
burying her nose in my pubic hair.

She stopped suddenly when I heard Wendy say: "My! My!  Look what's
under here.  It's a lonesome little pussy, just looking for someone to
play with it.  She had flipped up Tawny's skirt and was urging Tawny's
legs wider and wider apart.  I remember saying something about maybe
we should find a place to get off the road and concentrate on
business.   Wendy asked: "Can you drive one handed?"  I was torn
between the exquisite sensations in my lap and  trying to stay on the
road.  The orgasms I get from a good blowjob are incredibly intense.
I didn't want to look like a wimp in front of the women, but I was
afraid of what might happen if I lost control of the truck at sixty
miles an hour.  I chickened out and quickly said: "I don't think so."
Wendy waved two very wet fingers under my nose and said: "Well then
you better pull off, 'cause I don't think this is going to take that
long."  I had to agree with her.  But on the other hand, I didn't want
the Highway Patrol stopping over to see if I needed any help.

As soon as I got us stopped on the shoulder, Wendy said: "Tawny wants
you to move her head like you're fucking her mouth.  Right, Tawny?"  A
very muffled "Uh Huh! ...O.. aheaa..."  came up from my crotch.  As I
gently pulled Tawny's head up and started to let it drop slowly back,
Wendy flipped up Tawny's skirt.  "Now I remember where I left it." she
said,  "A perfectly good pussy and no one paying any attention to it,
whatsoever."  She looked right at me and asked: "You don't mind if I
play with this end while your busy with that end, do you?"  I wasn't
thinking about anything but the terrific blow job I was getting and
managed to mutter: "If it's okay with Tawny..."  Tawny spread her legs
further apart, prompting a: "I'll take that as a yes" from Wendy.

I was supposed to be directing Tawny's head movements, but I was
getting distracted watching Wendy play with my wife's pussy.  I'm not
sure about the average guy, but I can have a real good time just
watching one woman playing with another.  I was enjoying a nice slow
sucking, with lots of tongue action, but I assumed Tawny had something
a little rougher in mind.  If I started to really move her head like I
was jacking off, I knew I was going to come almost immediately.  I
told Wendy: "I can come any time now.  Let me know when she's gonna
come.  I'm gonna blow a huge load.  Let's try to do it together."

Wendy shook her head and said: "No promises, but let's go for it."  My
eye's bugged out when she stuck her thumb into Tawny's pussy, and
withdrew it.  A sound something like a whinny and a snort of hot
breath came from Tawny, as Wendy began to push her now slippery thumb
into Tawny's anus and two fingers of the same hand into Tawny's
vagina.  Wendy said: "You know most women don't know how to come with
something in their ass.  However some women are extremely lucky and
come all the harder.  Which kind do you think Tawny is?"  She hooked
the middle finger of her other hand into the ring in Tawny's clitoral
hood and began a complicated rhythm of oscillating her thumb in
Tawny's ass, short strokes of the fingers in her vagina, a massaging
of Tawny's labia with her palm and tiny, quick flicking movements of
her finger in the clit ring.  She looked at me and said: "Go ahead!
Let it flow, bro."  I started moving Tawny's head in a much faster up
and down motion.  Like a lot of guys, even if there's more action than
I can handle, I still think of getting more.  I had to ask Wendy:
"What about you, how are you going to get off."  She gave me a big
shit eating grin, and said: "Oh..., don't worry about me, I took my
turn back at the mall, you're just playing catch up."

That image was too much for me and I let go a tremendous flow into
Tawny's mouth.  She made gulping and swallowing noises and let out
some squeals as Wendy made more complicated oscillations with the
hands imbedded in her privates.  I pulsed several times and slowly
began to shrink.  Tawny kept my penis in her mouth until I pulled her
head off and told her to take a break.  I explained that if she kept
sucking, I would never get soft and we would never get home.  I zipped
myself up and Tawny sat up and no one would ever have been able to
guess what we had been up to in the last few minutes.  Before we hit
the highway again, I kissed Tawny and told her: "That was incredible!
I hope it was good for you."  Tawny's response was to stick her tongue
back in my ear and then: "Glad you enjoyed it.  We should go shopping
more often, you need the practice."

We did manage to get home and as we walked back into the house, Tawny
turned to me and asked: "So did you like going shopping with us?"
Wendy chimed in with: "Yeah! Would you like to come..., shopping with
us again?"  I think I suggested we give it a try about once a month or
so, but stick to coming at home.  Wendy pronounced me a spoilsport,
but let me know she was ready any time I was.  She offered to drive,
if I didn't mind her doing it with only one hand.


Chapter the Fourth In which, Wendy can't come to the phone, she's all
tied up now.

The next Friday night was the promised "ladies night out."  We had
arranged for a baby sitter for Wendy's little guy, so nobody had to
stay home to take care of him.  I went out with the guys as usual, but
gave it up early and headed home.  When I got home the women were
still out.  I paid the babysitter and was assured that everything had
gone as it should.

I had no idea when the women would be home, but ever hopeful, I took a
shower and crawled into bed.  I was sleeping pretty hard when Tawny
and Wendy came stumbling in.  There was lots of giggling and shushing
each other as they headed into the bathroom together.  I was half
awake as Tawny crawled into bed with me.  She snuggled up to me and
whispered: "Are you awake?"  I managed to grunt something that sounded
affirmative.  She said: "I need a little favor."  Well, that got my
attention.  I've come home half smashed more than once, looking for "a
little favor" and my wife has never let me down.  I felt honor bound
to do my damndest for her.  I gave her a firm kiss and looked into her
eyes.  She reached down to caress my penis which responded positively
to her efforts.  She asked: "Can you get it up?  I need a good fuck
from my husband.  Can you just fuck me, good..., in my cunt?"  How
could I resist?  I did my level best in the missionary position, until
she had stiffened and squealed while biting my shoulder, twice.  Then
she pulled her legs back into the Viennese oyster and said: "Okay,
c'mon 'Top Gun', dump your load and bring it in for a landing."

I picked up the pace and quickly completed my mission, as requested.
As we were spooning in the afterglow, she turned back to give me a
quick peck and whispered: "Thanks.  I needed that."  I nibbled her
neck and whispered back, in my best imitation drawl: "Well... happy to
help there, little lady.  Anytime, day or night..., you know who to
call."

We fell asleep spooned together and both woke up with a smile on our
faces.  We lay in bed, talking about nothing and everything.  The
sound of the front door opening and closing made it's way up to our
bedroom.  Tawny identified it as: "That's Wendy taking her little guy
to the park.  Which brings back a question that came up on the way
home last night.  Do you remember the last time Wendy came to visit us
in college."

Yes, I definitely remember, but I wanted to be careful.  "Yeah, sure."
She snuggled closer and asked: "Did you enjoy when we all three were
in bed together?"  'Well, Wendy hasn't been wasting any time' ran
through my mind, along with a mental image of flashing yellow caution
lights.  "Yeah, sure.  Didn't you?"

She nodded and quietly asked: "Would you think I was a bad wife if I
wanted to do it again?"  I tried to sound reassuring, "No, I wouldn't
be upset at all.  You're all the woman I need, but what man doesn't
fantasize about sharing his bed with two women?  If you wanna give it
another go, I'm willing."

She still wasn't smiling yet, when she said: "I don't know how to
explain this.  I don't really understand it myself, but Wendy wants to
take your dick up her ass.  Would you be willing to do that?  You're
gonna have to be real easy, she doesn't like sex with men all that
much you know.  Could you do that?"

To myself I was thinking: 'Hmmm, hold the little victory dance down,
but we're almost home on this one.'  I asked Tawny: "We promised each
other something special about anal sex.  Will you let me do that with
her?  I've never broken my promise to you, but...I mean, if it's for
Wendy... Well how would you feel about it?  Your love is more
important to me than anything else, you know."

She was smiling now.  "Yeah, it's okay...  as long as it's ONLY Wendy
and only when I'm around, okay?"  "I can live with that" I said,
trying to sound reassuring.  "I don't really have major hots for
Wendy" I added fairly sincerely.  "That's a good thing," she said
"because I don't think she's into guys all that much."

"When do we figure to do the evil deed" I asked, arching my eyebrows
and tapping the ash from an imaginary cigar?  She reached over and
gently held my penis.  "Tonight's the night!" she said. "So you'd
better have this little bad boy in good working order by then."

I was starting to stiffen from her touch.  I did my best imitation
drawl to say: "Wellll..., pardon me there little lady, but he was up
late last night on a mission of mercy."  I made a half-hearted grab to
roll her under me.  "But I promise he'll be ready for the next
mission."  She giggled and squirmed away.  Heading for the bathroom,
she stopped at the bedroom door to say: "You have to wait, but it's
going to be worth it, I promise."  I heard the bathroom door close and
I thought to myself: 'I never doubted it.'

Finally, the fateful night arrived.  Wendy's little guy was having a
sleepover at a friend's house.  We had steaks on the grill, with all
the trimmings.  Two bottles of wine provided a very rosy glow to the
three of us and the excitement level was building.  The after dinner
conversation died as soon as the wine ran out.  Tawny rose from the
table and suggested to me: "Why don't you take care of the dishes,
while the girls have their showers and get ready for bed?  You can
have the last shower and I'll let you know when we're ready for you,
okay?"  Well, that was different, I thought to myself.  The last time
we had a threesome, we all stripped down together, jumped into bed,
and went at it.  Now I have to wait until someone says "Captain, may
I?"  Well, "beginnings are such delicate times."

I fiddled around in the kitchen, wondering if the other two were ever
going to come out of the bathroom.  I decided to head upstairs and was
rewarded with the sight of the two of them coming out of the bathroom
in robes carrying shopping bags.  Wendy headed straight into our
bedroom and shut the door.  Tawny stopped to whisper: "There's a bag
on the bed in Tawny's room.  After your shower, put on what's in it
and be ready when I come for you.  I, uhh..., went to one of "those
places" while you were at work yesterday, and picked up some leather
items I think you're really going to like.  Take your shower first.
I'm sorry, you're going to have to wait for the water to reheat.  We
used all the hot water, but it'll be worth it, I promise.  Ummm...,
Wendy wants her first assfuck from you to be sort of a ceremony.
We'll just get it on and have fun, like we did before, another time,
okay, but Wendy wants it this way tonight.  Can you play along?"

Curiouser and Curiouser!  I must have looked a little skeptical.
Tawny tried to explain with: "It's sort of a fantasy thing for her,
okay?  Please?  Do it for me?  I promise I'll make it up to you, if it
isn't good for you, okay?"  Yeah, sure.  Right.  I wasn't really that
worried about it.  I nodded and smiled and she disappeared back into
our bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind her.

I went into the back bedroom to check out the contents of my "bag."
The sounds of giggling came from our bedroom and then it got quiet.
In the bag was a sort of leather G string for a man.  A hole provided
a generous port for an erection.  A leather pouch completely encased
the scrotum.  I noticed there was provision for a cock ring, but ,
fortunately, one wasn't included.  The only other thing in the bag,
was a new bottle of an unfamiliar anal lube.  Well, this should be
interesting, I thought.  I headed toward the bathroom to see if the
hot water heater had recovered and noticed that the sounds from the
bedroom were  much more regular.  The hot water took a while to
recover and I did my best to make sure I was a squeaky clean (and
closely shaved) partner.  I toweled off and put on my "costume."  I
debated on whether to wait to apply the lube, but since it had been
provided ahead of time, I figured I was supposed to be ready to go the
moment I got in the door.  I felt more than a little self conscious
standing in the hallway, stroking myself to work in the lube, while
listening to the interesting sounds coming from our bedroom.

I wasn't left to play with myself for too long.  Tawny came back out
into the hallway and closed the door behind herself.  She gave me a
deep kiss and I distinctly smelled where her face had been only
moments before.  I couldn't figure out where the red marks on her neck
had come from, but she didn't give me time to ask.  She said: "Wait
until I call you and then come in, okay?  And you're supposed to be
collared and gagged, so you can't speak, okay?"  I thought to myself:
Say what?", but Tawny continued: "I told Wendy you would never go for
the real thing, so just pretend you're unable to speak, okay?
Pleeeease? And just go with the flow...  She's all prepared, so you
can just stick it in, slow, and build up speed if she's able to take
it.  You and I usually make it work.  Just be gentle and remember,
she's not completely sure she really wants a man in her ass..., so be
real careful..., okay?"  I thought to myself: "Well, nobody said it
was going to be easy!"

I promised to be quiet and careful and gentle and to do my best to go
with the fantasy.  I also mentioned that if I was left too long out in
the hall playing with myself, I might not have anything to bring to
the party.  She didn't look all that concerned when she said: "Well, I
would offer a quick solo on your skin flute, but that lube tastes like
shit.  The one we usually use tastes okay, but I wanted you to use
this one because it's extra slick.  You'll just have to tough it out
for a little while, okay?  Now remember, no talking and go with the
flow, please?"  With that and a quick peck, she disappeared back into
the bedroom.

After some more giggling and then a quiet period, I heard Tawny's
voice call: "Enter my chambers, Slave!"  Well now, there's an
invitation your average man doesn't get every night  Remember to "go
with the flow" I told myself.  I opened the door and barely got into
the room before I had to stop to make sure of what I was seeing.
Tawny was laying on her back at the top of our California king  bed.
She was dressed in one of my favorite all white fantasy outfits:
garter belt, stockings, and heels (and most of the usual jewelry).

Wendy was on her knees, with her hands restrained in some sort of
leather halter that started as a collar around her neck and extended
down her back to provide a cuff for each wrist.  Her face was tightly
pushed into Tawny's pussy.  I mean TIGHTLY.  Wendy's collar had rings
on it that were attached by short chains to a leather strap around
each of Tawny's thighs.  The wider Tawny spread her thighs, the more
tightly Wendy's face was pulled into her pussy.  I only had seconds to
wonder how that would work on Tawny with my cock in her mouth, when
Tawny read her next line from a sheet of paper.  "Alright slave, you
are allowed on the bed.  While this slave eats my pussy, I want you to
fuck her in the ass... And if you take too long about filling her with
a sperm enema, she's going to fuck you in the ass."

Well there's a fine how do you do.  I don't remember that being part
of my original plans for this moment.  Of course the whole scene might
have had just a bit more drama, if Tawny hadn't had a fit of giggles
at the end of her line.  My wife is much too light spirited to ever
make a good dominatrix.  But, never the less, there was a female
asshole, just waiting for me.  So, "Onward and Upward" as somebody
once said.  As I climbed onto the bed I took in more of the details of
Wendy's outfit.  "Well who'd a thunk it"..., she was bound in a big
black corset.  Her normal paunch was all tucked in and she had an
actual wasp waste above those hips and thunder thighs.  It was quite a
change and for the better, I would have to say.

Whoa... Major Surprise!  Her labia were as smooth and hairless as
could be.  They were quite swollen and red (either from excitement or
my wife's lipstick or both), but definitely freshly shaved.  It was
almost comical, because she doesn't shave her legs.  She looked like a
baboon with all that fur on her ass and legs contrasting with her bare
labia   One more surprise was that she also had a butt plug in her
ass.  As I moved into position, Tawny read her next line: "Yank that
butt plug out of her slimy asshole, slave, and then ream her ass."

I didn't really "yank" it out, but took it out slowly and with a lot
of attention to Wendy's groans and body language.  It was big enough
to make me feel jealous, but not enough to change my mind.  I lined
myself up for the journey and put my penis against her distended
asshole.  Tawny was watching me closely, so I mouthed the words: "Let
her drive."  Tawny nodded and, in her best effort at a dominatrix
voice, announced: "Alright, my pussy slave, fuck yourself onto that
cock, and when it's all the way in, you're going to eat me 'till I
come."  Wendy made an amazingly quick job of slipping herself onto my
cock.  I let her rock gently back and forth until my pubic hair was
tickling her buttcheeks.  When Tawny spread her thighs, forcing
Wendy's face back into her pussy, I figured it was my turn.  I picked
up Wendy's rhythm, slowly sawing back and forth, the full length of my
penis travelling in and out of her ass.

It was a completely different feeling, compared to fucking my wife's
ass.  Where Tawny's ass grabs me like a hot, oily, velvet glove along
my entire length, Wendy's ass felt like I was like fucking a bottle or
a balloon.  The sphincter was super tight for the first inch or so and
after that there was no sensation of tightness at all.  I altered my
stroke to allow the more sensitive part of my penis to be squeezed by
her sphincter more often.  This translated to lot of shorter, but
faster strokes.  Wendy let out a snort and a little mewling sound.
Then she spread her legs more, which changed my angle of penetration,
to make it easier for both of us.

I rode her like that for a while, with all kinds of exciting sounds
arising from Wendy's best efforts to lick and suck my wife's pussy.
My wife was squirming and moaning under the continuous onslaught of
pleasure.  I was enjoying myself, but nowhere near any impending
orgasm, when Wendy cried out: "I've gotta have something in my cunt.
For god's sake, play with my cunt."  Remembering her warnings, I
decided some fingers might be acceptable.  I reached around her and
easily inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening.  It was warm and
wet, but not all that tight.  I was debating how many fingers would
fit in there, if I could handle the angle.  I settled for alternating
a long stroke into her with two fingers and pulling slightly back to
rub her clitoral area with the palm of my hand.

I'm not much of a dancer, so I was having trouble trying to coordinate
both my hand and my dick and not mash Wendy's face into my wife.  The
whole situation resolved itself as Tawny stiffened and squealed and
went totally limp.  I slowed my efforts, still trying to keep a
rhythm.  When Tawny returned to the real world, she unhooked the
chains to Wendy's collar and let her wrists out of the restraints.
She told us to roll over so that I was on the bottom with Wendy lying
face up on top of me.  I was still plugged into Wendy's asshole, but
my ability to move was somewhat limited.

Tawny knelt in between our spread legs and began to play with Wendy's
clitoris, alternating caresses from her hand and mouth.  Her other
hand was slowly penetrating Wendy's vagina.  First one finger, which
quickly became two, disappeared into Wendy's vagina.  The third finger
came shortly therafter and we played like that for a while.  With my
wife's fingers taking up some of the available slack inside her
vagina, the corresponding tightness in Wendy's ass was incredibly
stimulating.  I started getting that feeling that told me I was gonna
come, big time, and real soon.

Wendy was making panting and grunting sounds and doing some very
careful wiggling , but I figured a little more stimulation couldn't
hurt.  I reached around and started to gently squeeze her nipples.  I
think that was all she needed.  She let out a groan and started
shaking all over.  Her asshole clamped down on me and triggered my
orgasm.  I tried to stroke, but there was such pressure that all I
could do was pull her sphincter back and forth a little.  I'm sure she
felt every single pulse of my ejaculation.  If the strength of my
orgasm had anything to do with it, Wendy must have been shitting white
for a week.

When Wendy was able to breath regularly, Tawny withdrew her fingers
rolled over onto her side.  I let the normal rectal movements push me
out of Wendy's now semen filled backdoor.  We all collapsed on the
bed, with Wendy spooned against me and Tawny cuddling her from the
front.  Wendy gave her a big kiss and told her: "Wow.  That was
great!"  Tawny elbowed herself up enough to reach over Wendy and give
me a quick peck on the cheek.  She reminded Wendy: "I was only part of
the team, you know.  We both wanted you to have a good time."  Wendy
looked back at me and said: "Yeah.  Uhh..., thanks for taking it easy
big guy.  We'll have to do this again sometime."  "Anytime." I said.
I excused myself to wash up, although by the looks of things, Wendy
must have had an enema before we started playing, because there wasn't
even a brown ring around my penis.  Better safe than sorry, I figure.
Besides I could tell that Wendy needed a moment to cuddle Tawny by
herself.  I'm willing to share, but only because I know my wife always
has enough love to go around (and I get the biggest share).

When I got back to our bedroom, Wendy had gone to the back bedroom to
sleep by herself and Tawny claimed dibs on the next bathroom use.  I
crawled into bed and amused myself by replaying the evening's events
over in my mind.  Of course, I could have rewound the video camera
over the bed in our room and switched it's output to the TV screen at
the other end of the room, but that just seemed like too much work.
Besides, I wasn't ready to share that secret with Wendy, just yet, if
Tawny hadn't already told her.  The best part was I wouldn't have to
spend time wondering what all the giggling had been about, before I
got on the scene.  But that could all come later.  My wife returned,
looking tired, but happy.  She asked: "Did you enjoy yourself or do
you need me to make up for your not having a good time.  I'm kinda
sore down there, but I could give you a blow job, I guess?"  I assured
her that "Thanks, no.  I had a real good time and I'm good for the
night.  I'll take a rain check on the blowjob.  In fact, why don't you
check with me in the morning?"  She smiled and said: "Yeah right, when
was the last time you didn't want a blowjob in the morning?"  Neither
of us could remember, but we didn't dwell on it.  We cuddled in our
comfortable spoon position and I got the skinny that Wendy had had a
real good time and was more than willing to do it again.  Apparently
the only requirement was that it was always going to be as part of a
threesome and she wanted to make sure "them damn hairy balls stay out
of the way."  Tawny said she had enjoyed the evening and would do it
again, but "not right away.  I need a man, more than Wendy does."  I
told her I was hoping to fill the position and we slipped off to
sleep.  


Chapter the Fifth In which, we all come together or at least pretty
close.


I woke up only a minute or two before my wife swallowed a load of my
semen, the next morning.  And she's done it many a time since.  We
expanded the garage and built a sort of mother-in-law apartment over
it, to give Wendy more space for herself.  We still have our
threesomes about once a month.  Wendy hasn't shaved her pussy lips
since the first time.  She pronounced the sensations of bare
cunnilingus "really intense", but the "barber's itch" of letting it
grow back was more than she could stand.  I suggested she 'just keep
it all shaved', but I don't think my suggestion was well received.
She did offer to help Tawny keep her pubic area shaved.  In fact, not
only does Wendy help keep her shaved but she's added a new twist to
it..  Wendy found a cookie cutter that she uses as a form to give a
heart shape to a patch of pubic hair.  She leaves it where a really
low cut bikini panty will just barely cover it.  She trims it real
short and then shaves the labia completely bare. The ladies insist
Tawny looks more like a woman than a little girl that way.  It gets me
turned on every time I see it, so I don't question their judgement.  I
hear the ladies at the gym went nuts when they saw it and I understand
Wendy has had a couple of chances to share her shaving expertise.

Overall, Wendy has made a lot of changes in our life and we've made a
few in hers.  She still doesn't want my penis in her vagina, but she
will reach back and put me into her ass, even if my balls aren't
concealed.  Most of the time she doesn't have the use of her hands and
she seems to come all the harder because of it. I asked her, once,
what the attraction was to being buttfucked in bondage, but she told
me she wasn't quite sure herself.  I think her phrasing was something
like: "...gift horses and all that shit.  Don't fuck with something
that works."  I don't think she ever comes while I'm cornholing her,
unless Tawny's face is in her crotch, but if Wendy's not complaining,
why should I?   I'm lucky that the ladies have agreed: the jobs not
done, until her butt's full of come.  She's had a couple of lady
friends stay overnight with her.  She lets us know she's had " about
enough of this happy hetero horseshit" and her son gets to have a
sleepover at some friends house.  I notice that she hasn't had anybody
move in, although we did let her know that that would be okay, if she
found someone special.  She's got her G.E.D. and is cautiously
checking out courses at the local community college.

I play racquetball with Tawny on weekends (love those tight spandex
outfits) and occasionally Wendy joins us.  She's lost a little weight
and firmed up the rest.  I've gotta tell you that you don't want to be
in front of her when she puts her whole body into a kill shot.  I've
got the bruises to prove it.  Wendy often accompanies Tawny to the
gym, during the week.  She says she's starting to get into Tai Chi and
some of the women they've met at the gym are part of a semi-monthly,
Friday night "girls night out."  My suspicious mind says Wendy just
likes the opportunity to watch athletically built women taking their
clothes off in the locker room, but I could be wrong.

Wendy makes sure Tawny and I have more time for just the two of us and
we are a lot closer as a couple.  We actually schedule time to be
alone together.  At first, Tawny complained that it would take the
spontaneity out of our relationship, but she's convinced it's worth
it, now.  We have some fantasy and dress up nights scheduled too.  I
still won't wear the collar and gag for Wendy, but that's about the
only thing I've refused to do.  The women have definitely taken care
of most of my wildest imaginings.  Tawny's fantasies don't seem to run
to sexual things, so much as to the romantic things leading up to sex.
They're pretty easy to incorporate into a great evening, so I'm doing
my best to see we get time for dancing, walking along the beach, going
to "romantic" movies, etc.  She always makes it worth my while when we
get into bed.

I'm watching my weight and being more careful with my diet.  For
instance: I use to drink a lot of cola and live on salty, fatty foods,
but now I'm drinking more water and fruit juices and cutting down on
salts and fats.  It's good for my weight, but the biggest reason is:
Wendy tipped me that it makes my cum taste better.  Not that she would
know, but she assures me that's what Tawny has told her.  I do know
I'm getting more blowjobs than ever before.  I guess Wendy told Tawny
that if I had already come once or twice, I'd be better able to
concentrate on whatever we're doing that evening.  It's not like it's
a mandatory item on the evening out checklist (take shower, fix hair,
blow husband, put out cat...), because she often satisfies me orally
whether we're going anywhere or not.  I am convinced I will never need
Prozac as long as I am married to this woman.  What I'm trying to say
is a lot more of my thinking is focussed on treating my wife like the
exquisite jewel she is.

We bought a book on the CAT (Coital Alignment Technique) and I'm
spending way more time in Tawny's vagina than in her rectum.  There's
something about having a thoroughly satiated woman, barely able to
cling to you, offering any hole in her body, that gets me off without
actually needing to use the other options.  I still get plenty of
variety, I'm just not obsessed about it and I let whatever happens,
happen.  If nothing else, my wife will ask me to fuck her in the ass,
at least once every couple weeks, "just to make sure you still like
mine better than Wendy's."

Oh yeah, the ring in Tawny's clitoral hood isn't such a mystery any
more either.  It's just not like putting a quarter in the slot of a
vending machine (you do this, this, and that and an orgasm will fall
out).  You have to gauge her overall sexual arousal and let her mood
guide your actions.  It's not easy, but it's really great when it
works.  "Practice, Practice, Practice", I hope.

Finally, Tawny is pregnant and both women are absolutely daft about
it.  I'm talking nearly delirious.  Wendy has promised me open season
on her asshole, if Tawny should be unable to have sex during the later
months of pregnancy and after delivery.  Tawny INSISTS she's going to
fuck me vaginally into the last trimester and let me take her anally
until I have to get out of the way to let the doctor deliver the baby
and she INSISTS she's going to suck me off, at least once a day, until
her vagina and rectum are back in working order.  I told them both we
should "just go with the flow" and see what happens.  A whole new
chapter is opening in our relationship, but I'll write about that some
other time.  "Life is good!"



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