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.
At that moment, Barbara was kneeling in the hallway, her eye pressed to the keyhole. The vixen often peeked into others' bedroom--since she owned the building, and they were married to her through Dick, she figured it was only fair. They all knew Oracle was always watching. Always watching, and sometimes she struck gold.
She had put on only a flimsy nightgown. Her nipples were poking out in stiff peaks against the silky black material as she became aroused by what she was looking at.
She slid one hand up under the hem and stroked her sleek inner thigh. Then she cupped her hand over her smoldering cunt, rubbing herself sensually.
But she wasn't trying to cream just yet.
The girl wanted to save her most potent enjoyment until she had watched Dick fuck her wife.
Her pussy was bubbling over, a pool of juice forming in her palm. Her clit was tingling frantically. But she resisted the impulse to frig herself off and waited, watching through the keyhole in fascination.
Dinah was beginning to stir restlessly, as her husband fondled her tenderly.
Dick, his head cradled to her tits, slid a hand down her slim belly. The heel of his hand rested on her sex and his fingers dipped into her groin.
Her cunt was soaking wet and sizzling hot. Dick stirred his fingers in her wetness and stroked her fiery clit.
