I won't act surprised that my wife's two best friends, Liz and Katie, told her everything we did to fulfill their sexual fantasies following our Cunnilingus Challenge. Those three women tell each other everything, leaving to the imagination none of the sordid details, so I should not have expected otherwise. Still, it caught me off-guard when I walked into our bedroom that night to discover my own darling wife dressed in an outfit identical to the one Liz was wearing at the Williams Street Hotel.
Here is some background information.
My wife and I enjoy a very active, and lately, somewhat kinky, sex life, often including her best friends Liz and Katie, who are monogamous lovers otherwise.
As I mentioned earlier, the three of them have no secrets from each other, and since both Liz and Katie consider themselves to be experts at performing cunnilingus, a discussion of my lingual prowess led to a challenge. Blindfolded and tied to my bed at all four points, I was to satisfy the three women, one at a time, and then guess the identity of each by her unique attributes. The loser of the challenge had to submit to the sexual fantasy of the winner.
After three mouth-watering rounds, nine delicious face-sittings, I was still undefeated, but in a show of good sportsmanship, I conceded my privilege to the women. I figured, how bad could it be, submitting to the secret sexual fantasies of three very attractive women? I also felt it would keep me out of trouble with my wife in case my own sexual fantasies with her two best friends became known to her, which I suspected they would.
For my wife's fantasy, I met the three women at one of our favorite restaurants, where I had to eat dessert under the table, while returning the three pairs of panties I had borrowed to study for the challenge.
While I was submitting to her fantasy, my wife and her friends stole all of the napkins from the table, forcing me to pay our tab and walk out of the restaurant with my face glistening wet with all three women's vaginal secretions.
Funny!
In Katie's fantasy, I joined her in a bubble-bath, shaved off all of her pubic hair so she was bald for the first time since she was in grade school, and then spent the rest of the night making, eating, and sharing creampies with her. It could have just as easily been my own sexual fantasy!
Liz's fantasy was to dominate and humiliate me, for which she later apologized profusely, even though I admitted it was kind of fun.
We met in a hotel room, where she made me take off all of my clothes, spanked my naked flesh with a wooden paddle, made me get on my knees in front of her and suck the flexible pseudo-appendage she wore with a series of straps around her waist and thighs, and then, to add the cherry to the top of the sundae, or more accurately, pop the cherry, in this instance, she bent me over and pegged me.
She called her special device "Gumby," because it could be bent like the child's toy and would hold its shape, and it was green. She was able to achieve multiple orgasms during these sucking and pegging activities because the straps around her waist and thighs held one end of Gumby inside of her vagina while the other end poked straight out in front of her, so that whenever it moved, the end inside of her vagina stimulated her sexually.
I had never seen anything like Liz's device before, and did not expect to see anything like it again, especially on my otherwise naked wife, who stood grinning at me mischievously when I walked into our bedroom that night.
"I hear you are good at giving head," she said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her bare feet, where she apparently wanted me to kneel.
Her toenails were painted a bright pink to match the color of her special device, which was otherwise identical to Liz's green one. At least I knew I would be its first!
I knelt in front of my wife and she immediately plunged her pseudo-organ into my mouth, gripping the back of my head roughly and thrusting her hips forward.
"Suck me!" she said. "Suck me like the dirty little harlot you are!"