As I was coming out of the bathroom, still toweling dry, she called " Hey, come here and look at this." She had removed the robe and was lying completely naked on the bed.
I noticed several things at first glance. Her nipples were incredibly rigid, the areola tight and darker than normal, and the flesh slightly pebbled- a sure sign of her arousal. Also, she had very recently shaved her pussy, not completely, she detested the look, although I found it hot as all hell. No, she had only shaved from the top of the slit down to the perineum, leaving a bushy wedge above. But the most arousing thing of all was her inner and outer labia. Her entire mound was swollen beyond belief! The entire outside of her pussy was the size of a small orange, and shining wetly from her arousal.
"What the hell, what is wrong with it, babe?" She smiled at my confusion and told me there was nothing wrong whatsoever and that furthermore, if I were to take it into my mouth and gently suck on it, she'd love me forever. I did, being very careful and applying just a small amount of suction. She wriggled her bottom on the bed, moaning loudly and pulling my hair. I couldn't help but notice the copious amounts of pussy juice flowing from her vagina, as it was almost pouring itself into my mouth.
Suddenly she stopped me, pulling my mouth away. Looking into my face, she asked, "What do you think? Like it?" I guess my lust-filled look and slightly wild eyes provided the answer, as she burst out laughing. I had many questions, but they stumbled over one another trying to exit my mouth.
"Stop! Get dressed and take me out to dinner and I promise I'll answer everything. Then, if you'd like, we can come home and you can sample this some more, any way you'd like." She then told me that we'd best hurry, as this condition made her extremely horny and she had neglected to eat anything all day.
In the car on the way to the restaurant, she said "O.K., I know you remember Deborah, well she called about an hour after you left for Chicago, said she was in town for two days and asked if we could get together for lunch and a couple of drinks." I surely did remember Deborah. She was a hard lady to forget. She had been the catalyst that led my wife to finally explore, to a limited extent, a long-repressed bisexual curiosity. Long story short, they had spent a night together with my enthusiastic blessings, and had quite enjoyed it, while concluding that neither saw lesbianism as a full time lifestyle choice.
Now and then, when Deborah came through town, they'd get together for lunch or dinner and a few drinks. Sometimes they'd have an afternoon or evening of girl on girl sensuality, but it was based on a mutual need for something different and, I guess, more exciting than garden variety sex.
"Over lunch she told me that a friend, whether male or female I have no idea, had introduced her to something that just blew her mind. She had become almost addicted to the sensations it produced, as well as the powerful orgasms that accompanied it. Now, I was intrigued and encouraged her to tell me more. Deborah then asked if I had ever heard of vaginal pumping. I assured her that I never had.
She explained that it involved suction being applied to different places on the vagina, the choice being which felt the best and created the most intense orgasmic sensations. She then went into greater detail, explaining that the clitoris, the outer labia, and the inner labia, or a combination, were all candidates for pumping. After an hour long description of the equipment used, the technique, the visible result, and most importantly, the sensations and orgasms it caused, I was sure of two things - I was soaking wet right there in the restaurant, second, I was dying to try it! Anyway, we finished our lunch and had a couple of drinks while I plied her with questions. Then we came back home and locked the doors.
