And off it came.
Sybil now stood in front of our guest, wearing only her white cotton panties. There was an obvious damp spot that somehow added to the lewdness of the situation.
"Oh dear! Are we getting wet then? Let's see."
Making sure I could see, Miriam placed one hand on Sybil's ass and slowly moved the other down over the tummy and into those panties. I couldn't see her fingers, of course, but it was obvious they'd gone to work.
"Why yes! I think we've gotten seriously wet."
Again, Miriam turned to me.
"Do you like it, Jake?"
I was in a daze.
"Yes, Miriam"
And with that reply, it began to seem as if she had us both under her power.
"I want to see how much you like it. I'd love to suck on Sybil's pussy, but first you have to show us."
"What do you mean"
"Don't you want to stroke it, Jake? Take it out and show us."
It had gotten so hard, it was difficult to do gracefully, but I unzipped and did manage to get it out.
"Oh now that is impressive, Jake. I'd say you absolutely like it. I'm going to suck on Sybil's pussy now, and you may want to touch yourself. Just don't come until I say you can. First, I'm going to make Sybil come. Ladies First, you know."
I'd always wondered about what Sybil really thought, of doing something like this with another woman. She'd never told me about being with any woman before we got together, but it had recently become obvious that there were still plenty of things she hadn't shared. What she had said, was that she thought that a woman ought to be able to eat pussy better than any man. It was like owning one put you at an inherent advantage when it came to skillfully pleasuring one.
Miriam pulled the panties down and Sybil stepped out of them. With a little urging from Miriam's toe, she parted her legs just enough to allow Miriam to cup her hand over the entirety of the now-fully-exposed pussy, which she now kneeled in front of. It seemed incongruous, this dominant woman taking such a posture of worship.
Miriam moved excruciatingly slowly, first just licking the inner thighs. But as she went from one side to the other, each time included an accidental (which is to say, deliberate) brush against Sybil's groomed, yet beautifully furry mound, the sides of which finally began to receive attention. Then Miriam used her hand to spread the outer lips slightly. She just waited like that, before finally dragging her tongue lightly upward along the glistening slit. It was hard not to come, watching this, but I did feel a strange desire, to be obedient to this woman. The vertical licks became more pronounced, each generating a moan of pleasure from my wife. Finally Sybil let out a plaintive "Please!" and pulled on the back of Miriam's head. Miriam replied to that,
"Sit on the couch, bring your ass to the edge and spread wide for me."
Sybil obeyed perfectly. Now it was time. Time to stop ignoring it. Finally, the clit. First just the briefest visit on each upward stroke. Miriam was relentless in her teasing. And my wife was going crazy. I was no dummy. There was no doubt that if I were smart, I would remember the details, and perhaps approach the level of pussy-licking skill I was witnessing. Now, little circles, and the moaning got louder. At last, tiny sucks.
It began with a kind of trembling. Sybil's mouth fell open as the trembling gave way to jerking. She let loose a plaintive wail, and now a series of violent jerks in random directions. There was no way Miriam could stay in position and her mouth was now replaced by Sybil's hand, finally bringing her across the finish line. But the beautiful masturbation continued, with gradually declining intensity, punctuated by a few aftershocks. We were all quiet, giving Sybil time to recover, and then Miriam stood up, unhooked and unzipped the form-fitting jeans, pushed them down and off. The panties were some sort of green iridescent material I couldn't name. She had my number. Knew I'd want to look, so she just stood there, pulled the material tight and looked me in the eye as she gave herself a couple of slow strokes, and then, maintaining eye contact, pulled the panties down and off, giving me a few seconds to stare. It was bald, making the central furrow clearly visible, even though she was standing. But so much for showing. She turned and spoke to my wife on the couch.
"Lie on your back on the floor, dear. I'm going to sit on your face. I need to come."
Sybil obeyed. Her head was closest to me and Miriam faced me as she lowered herself. I would have a good view.
Sybil couldn't really move very much, although she was certainly doing creative things with her tongue. But mostly, it was Miriam who was in control, taking responsibility for her own orgasm, mostly just using my wife's mouth as a sex toy. The look on her face was one of total determination. Like she knew she was going to get what she wanted. And it was all having its effect on my wife, who reached down and pleasured herself, as the woman above her reached her trembling, if silent climax, falling then to the side, and using her hand to squeeze out a few final spasms.
After a short recovery, Miriam stood up and looked at me, stroking herself more gently now.
"Well, you got to see mine, so your turn. Do it on your wife's tits."
Incredibly, I felt a little embarrassed, with them both staring expectantly. But Miriam seemed to know how to encourage me, which she did by parting her legs and leaning back, continuing to pleasure herself, inviting my stare. That did it. Hardly had to touch myself, and I was over the edge. And then Sybil, apparently in no hurry to clean up, just used her fingers to spread the white liquid over her nipples.
- - -
It was only a week later, and as my workday neared its end, my phone buzzed. Sybil.
"Hey, sweetie, what's up?"
"Just wondering if you had an idea of when you might be getting home."
This question seemed to have an eerie familiarity.
"Probably no later than 7. Why?"
"Sorry. Surprise."
I started to feel my arousal. I couldn't believe it, but it sounded like this could be some sort of repeat performance. Would it be Miriam again? Possibly someone else this time? I tried not looking like some sort of crazed idiot as I grabbed my things and headed out the door to the parking lot.
In the front door this time. She stood there. Black leggings, with a ridiculously short black skirt, white knit top and -- yes -- had to be bra-less. I could already see the excitement in her eyes.
I was almost hyperventilating, asking her,
"Okay, so what's the big surprise?"
She used her eyes to direct mine to the person sitting on the couch.
It was not Miriam. Not a new woman for my wife to play out my fantasy a second time.
It was a man. Sybil looked at me with a huge smile.
"My turn, honey."
Three
I wondered then if I was actually turning green. I should have known. Sybil and Miriam had given me a great show. Totally turned my stated fantasy into brilliant reality. Far exceeding anything I could have dreamed up. But of course. It was payback time. I knew my wife, after all. Of course she would want -- would insist on -- having her turn. What ever happened to the notion that fantasy is one thing, reality another? Well, if I was ever going to argue that point, the time to do so had passed. I got to have mine and now she was going to get hers. You could argue that I could just say something like "I know it doesn't seem fair, but no!". I seriously considered it, but just didn't see myself as that big of an asshole.
I looked at the man on the couch. I guess I could do this. It would be like doing the annual Naked Bike Ride. No, it was really more than that. But maybe coming out the other side, living to tell about it, so to speak, maybe I'd have some weird sort of pride that I was able to handle it. I wasn't sure who I'd want to brag to, however. Sybil realized that an introduction was in order.
"Honey, this is Glen. From my yoga class?"
He stood and I went over and shook his hand.
"I'm Jake, Sybil's husband. But I guess you knew that. She's told me about you."
