Dick stared at Dinah. She was asleep, but even in repose her lovely face was lustful. She had high cheekbones and a wide, sensual slash of a mouth. Her eyes were closed. When they opened, they would be misty blue.
Dick gently drew the covers down and leaned up on one elbow, admiring her body.
She was dark and sultry and shapely. Her tits thrust up in perfect spheres, capped by the stiff, rosy peaks of her perky nipples. Dick's mouth watered at the sight. His gaze slid down her slender stomach and gently rounded belly. Her vee was a tangled thicket of raven-dark hair spreading out wide from her groin. He knew she dyed her blonde hair, but the difference between that on her head and that between her legs struck him as intensely, incongruously erotic.
Her legs were long and lovely. She had stripped naked before bed, like Barbara, and he knew that wasn't a coincidence, but she hadn't taken off the fishnet stockings that made her an object of fantasy for virtually anyone who looked at her. They were closed, at the moment, but Dick knew that the cunt between them was a hot, juicy well suiting the thighs it sat between.
He wondered how much cum he had pumped into her pussy since she, Barbara, and him had become a ménage a trois.
He also wondered if anyone else had.
Dinah had been promiscuous when they met and Dick had never been too sure or confident of her fidelity. But the idea of his wife screwing others didn't really trouble him, not since he'd been with Kory. The slight twinge of jealousy he felt only made him hornier.
He looked at her for a while, his stiff cock throbbing in response. As she breathed with regularity, her delectable tits gently rose and fell.
Dick leaned down and kissed a taut nipple, then kissed the other. He licked them very softly, then sucked one into his lips and nursed on it.
The sensitive bud swelled and pulsed.
Dinah smiled slightly in her slumber.
Dick's head moved from mound to mound as he mouthed both nipples in turn.
"Ummmm," she whimpered.
He looked up at her face and saw that her eyes were still closed, although the lids had begun to flutter. He wondered if she were dreaming.
He worked on her tits for some time, moving between them. He licked the globes and ran his tongue up through her deep, smooth cleavage. Then he suckled on the tips again, very gently, not awakening her.
Her legs shifted, parting.
Dick's prick was pounding like a jackhammer, sending him urgent messages, demanding to be sunk into her. But he was in no hurry. The crazy interlude with Barbara had taken a lot out of his driving lust, and he thought that his 'poison ivy' condition was almost done. Now he just wanted to include Dinah and Helena before it was over.
