While there is no male-male action in this chapter, the story will unfold that way in the next chapter. If that doesn't interest you, please look elsewhere.
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I'd come to expect interesting Friday nights.
Walking in the door from the garage, I knew what I was in for as I saw Megan's heels, skirt, and blouse strewn across the kitchen floor. Not the five inch heels she sometimes tempted with me when she sauntered into my home office wearing just a garter belt and black thigh high stockings. No, just the conservative dress of a Community College teacher.
Of course, the bra that greeted me in the hall to the stairs was nearly sheer black with just enough push up to enhance her ample cleavage. I was getting hard remembering watching her dress in the morning, seeing how the fabric barely covered her long, firm nipples. She often got a kick out of those eighteen and nineteen-year-old boys, tents in their pants, probably heading to the bathroom to finish off after staring at the prim teacher's hard nipples poking through her silk blouses.
There were also a few girls, she claimed, who would squirm a bit in their seats, their eyes riveted to a glimpse of Megan's cleavage as she bent over the desks to help with a writing problem.
Her thong was waiting for me halfway up the stairs. I scooped it up and as expected the crotch was soaked with her juices. I couldn't resist deeply inhaling her scent, and I was fully erect as I sucked the succulent taste of her pussy from the sheer fabric. Her imagination must have been swirling as she drove home with her shirt up and her fingers pushing aside the thong. I wondered what scenario she'd been devising.
Well, there was only one set of clothes, so this seemed all for me. She hadn't brought home one of her girlfriends from school. I had walked in on that scenario before, and in a way that had been for me too. She knew how much her bisexuality turned me on.
I suppose it was a kind of nuptial agreement. Meg promised me that I would never be wanting for awesome sex but insisted that she would still have her woman lovers. That was no problem for me. And yes, it did turn me on.
She'd got me to confess that when I knew she was with one of her lovers, I'd slip into the guest room and masturbate while imagining the scene as I listened to the moans of pleasure and the orgasmic screams coming through the wall.
And when it happened to be Sue, the diminutive kindergarten teacher, there was bound to be a lot of dirty talk. It provided an entertaining and enlightening play-by-play.
At Sue's insistence, we took things a step further. Whenever a note on the counter announced, "Sue's here," I knew I was invited to play a part. Sue claimed an audience amped up her sex drive although it was already off the charts. I'd sit naked on a chair by the bed, stroking my cock while I marveled at the beautiful and varied ways two women could pleasure each other.
They were such a contrast. Megan, solid and muscular with long brown hair, her full C-cup breasts, silver dollar sized areola surrounded her long, thick nipples, her curvy hips and gorgeous sculpted ass, and bare pussy with large inner labia that protruded from her prominent outer lips... Sue slender with short-cropped black hair, nearly flat-chested with tiny but sensitive pink nipples, the slightest of curve at hips but a cute little butt that accentuated her rosy anal bud, and a curly triangle of black pubes above her tight slit.
It never became a threesome though once when Megan's mouth was devouring Sue's pussy, Sue screamed out "Fuck your wife; I want to feel your thrusts." I entered Megan from behind as she worked her magic on the woman's clit with her darting tongue, plunging her fingers into her lover's vagina, and her thumb no doubt probing Sue's anus.
As Sue ground her pussy into Megan's face, frantically begging for more, more, she commanded me, "Pound her, harder, harder" before exploding into a screeching orgasm. I lost it too, my throbbing cock jetting cum deep into my wife, sending her over the edge.
"God, you two are awesome," I moaned.
Spent, I returned to my chair. When Sue came down from her high, she hopped out of bed, and gave me a kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth. "Thanks for being a good audience, and for your input. Ya know, the review of our awesomeness." She giggled and patted my flaccid cock. "Get ready, boy. I don't think she's done just yet."
"Well, I'm the one who got the input," Megan chimed in, drawing two cum-coated fingers out of her pussy and holding them up. Want a taste for the road?"
Sue reached over and grabbed Megan's wrist and brought the fingers to her mouth. "Yummy! Until next time." She scooped up her clothes and headed out the door.
Well, that was a pretty intense memory, as you can tell.
Back to the Friday night that I started to describe.
I'd removed my tie as I turned the corner into the master suite to see Megan naked on the bed, fingers of her right hand frantically stroking her clit, her left tugging on a nipple, and her moans and trembling legs telling me she was close to coming as the vibrator buried in her cunt throbbed at the maximum setting.
I stripped off my clothes as she orgasmed, finally freeing my hard cock. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Lying there with her legs spread, a puddle of her juices drenching the sheet, her chest flushed from the orgasmic high, she looked so beautiful.
When her panting stopped and her legs stopped quivering, she turned to me and smiled.
"Naked already? I see you got the idea," she said with a smile. "Get over here."
I didn't need a second invitation, but as I moved toward her, I couldn't resist saying, "I was a little afraid that you were done for the day. That orgasm seemed to be a 10 out of 10." On my hands on knees, I crawled across the bed to her and planted a deep kiss on her lips, half expecting the taste of a departed lover's pussy. But this was all for me. As I thrust my tongue between her lips, she sucked on it hard, and I couldn't resist letting out a moan.
"Actually, that was a 12 out of 10, but when have you known me to be satisfied with one orgasm?" she said with a wink.
Pulling the vibrator from her vagina, she offered it to me. "Taste me," she purred. She knew I couldn't resist the nectar of her juices as she slid the dildo between my lips. I swirled my tongue around the shaft as a she pressed it deeper into my throat though there was an inkling in the back of my mind. She'd been dropping a few subtle hints about how fulfilling, stimulating, and outrageous she found her bisexuality to be. The implication ... My one dimensional straightness was missing something. And just maybe she had me wondering, was it?
Still when she asked, "More?" with a twinkle in her eye and a smirk on her lips. I took the dildo from her hands and slipped it between the folds of her pussy. When I was sure it was fully coated, I handed it back to her and when she brought it to my mouth, I lapped it in a near delirium, my head bobbing to slide up and down the slick shaft until it was clean.
"Mmmm, looks like you've learned a thing or two from my exquisite cocksucking," she commented and tweaked my nose as she pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside.
When I flopped unto my back, she leaned over and kissed me deeply. "Mmm, I do taste delicious," she quipped as she mounted me and lowered her still dripping cunt to surround my cock. Riding up and down, varying her rhythm, she massaged her clit. I tugged on her nipples, pinched hard, just like she loved and massaged her breasts, pressing them together.
The overload of sensation brought me close to the edge, and I couldn't resist thrusting my hips up to meet her downward thrusts. How I wanted to explode, but she pulled off. "Not yet," she smirked, and with the lightest touch fingered the ridge below my cock head. Kneeling by my side, she slipped her other hand below my tightened balls and slide down to circle my anus with the tip of her finger.
