Saturday...
"Mmmmmm, oh that felt good," Meg murmured as she stretched her arms over her head, her breasts freshly wet from Vic's sucking mouth, her nipples still hard from Vic's flicking tongue.
What it was that caused Meg to murmur of what felt good was that Vic had just given Meg a good-morning, wake-up, pussy licking that started Meg's day with a body-shuddering orgasm.
Meg was brought out of a deep sleep of sexual fatigue from last night's activities by the sucking of her breasts. Opening her eyes slowly and seeing the top of Vic's head as Vic sucked on her tits hungrily, Meg had closed her eyes again, giving into the wave of delicious feelings that Vic was producing for her.
Lifting her head, her lips red and wet from her suckling, Vic cooed, "Morning sunshine, feel like some coffee?"
"That'd work," Meg answered in a sexually satisfied voice full of contentment, her fingers now twirling Vic's tresses casually.
"Don't go anywhere, I'll be back in a sec with a couple of mugs of deliciousness," Vic said softly as she moved to leave the bed.
"Come here," Meg cooed softly, placing her hands on the sides of Vic's head, pulling it towards her own, "Momma needs a kiss."
They kissed deeply, Meg's mouth opened to Vic's tongue, the taste of Meg's own pussy-juices causing Meg to suck on Vic's tongue as if she were sucking cock.
"Let me get our coffee, baby...there's time for a little pussy after we've had our coffee, okay?" Vic said as she broke their lustful kiss.
"Is that a threat?" Meg teased.
"Nope, that's a fucking promise."
Vic was true to her word...
It was just after noon when Meg finally left Vic's loft to pick up her car from the parking garage and drive home. The plan was for Meg to get a change of clothes, her toiletries, and to get back to Vic's place for another night of sex.
No, there were no bones about it, it was for another night of uninhibited sex for the both of them, nothing deeper than that.
Vic was in the finishing touches of changing her sheets for round two that night with Ms. Meg when her phone rang.
"Hey, just checking to see if we were still on for tonight," The feminine voice said after Vic answered her phone.
Shit! It was Maddie, the pizza-gal, shit! Vic had completely forgotten about her. What the fuck? She had Meg coming back and...
"You there?" Maddie queried to the silence.
"Yeah, yeah," Vic stammered, trying to figure out what to do about her quandary, "I'm sorry I was just in the middle of something and my mind wasn't with you for a second."
"Oh, sorry, I won't keep you. What about it? We still on?" Maddie pressed further.
Oh damn, what the fuck do I do now, Vic thought in panic. Well, fuck it, not many options other than the truth Vic finally decided.
"I hope so, but...but, here's the thing," Vic mustered the courage to say, "my pizza-eating partner from last night, well, she's coming back to spend the night again, and, well, there's really no way to cancel that..." Vic's voice sorta' trailing off at the end of her rushed explanation.
There was a pregnant silence from Maddie's end, an eight-hundred pound gorilla suddenly a part of the telephone connection.
"Maddie? You there?" Vic said with a bit of trepidation that Maddie had just quietly hung up upon hearing of the snag in their plans.
"Yeah, I'm here, I'm just thinking," Maddie said slowly as if in the middle of a thought or decision.
"Does your friend like body art too?" Maddie finally asked, the question seemingly signaling that Maddie might be okay with another person present for the 'unveiling' of her body art.
"I really don't know if she does or not," Vic answered honestly, "I guess there's only one way to find out, isn't there?"
"If she's your friend, I'm pretty sure you both share the same tastes," Maddie remarked, which left Vic wondering if the comment was an innuendo of some sort.
"Tell you what, she and I will fix dinner for the three of us, share some wine and just see where the evening goes, how's that sound?" Vic suggested in hopes of allaying any doubts that Maddie might be having about the party of two now being a party of three.
"Any problem with sharing a little bit of smoke?" Maddie asked in response.
"Not as far as I'm concerned," Vic replied, "But, I can't speak for my friend."
"See you at seven," Maddie said abruptly, catching Vic somewhat by surprise.
"Uh, okay, seven it is," Vic replied, stumbling a bit with her words, a dial-tone in her ear after she said it.
Huh! Well, this should be interesting, Vic thought as she stood, staring at the phone in her hand.
For Maddie, the news that there would be another person at Vic's almost made her change her mind.
She had caught the vibes from Vic the night before about wanting to see 'all' of Maddie's body art and she was reasonably sure that her visit to Vic would wind up with both of them in bed and fucking.
But, when Vic said her pizza-eating partner was coming back to spend another night, Maddie saw it as confirmation that Ms. Vic was probably into women and pussy.
That her guest was coming back for another night also signaled to Maddie that Vic was probably pretty damned good in bed and that thought sent a flash of warmth to her crotch.
So it'd be the three of them, Maddie thought to herself, all the better she'd decided, more pussy for everybody if it went that way.
And Maddie was quite sure it would, indeed, go that way...
Meg certainly had a lot to think about on the drive home, her mind busily tossing last night's events around in her head. She wasn't regretting anything about last night but it was more that she was surprised at the turn of events. She had no idea that she would like eating pussy but there it was.
She liked pussy, plain and simple. Liked it so much that she was going back tonight for seconds and probably thirds and fourths if last night was any indicator.
Didn't really know how this new thing would impact her marriage. Probably wouldn't, knowing her hubby. Hmmph, she thought further, knowing him, he'll probably want to watch me and Vic having sex.
Hmmm, she thought, I wonder if Vic...she let that thought trail off in her head, making a mental note to ask Vic about that should the subject come up after she told her husband of her tryst with Vic while he was off fishing.
Of course, she'd tell him. That was all part of it, part of their kink. Thinking further on their kink, she'd realized that after that first time of picking up a stranger and blowing him, she certainly didn't discourage her husband when he brought it up again.
Meg smiled as she thought about all of this, smiled at the quick memory-flashes of some of their trysts, she and her husband. When he suggested doing it again, a few weeks after she had paid off her Super Bowl bet, she didn't answer him right away.
"You serious?" She finally asked after a few minutes of just staring at him after he said it.
"Yeah, I think so," He had replied, "it was really kinda' hot watching you suck another guy's dick."
"Kinda' hot sucking another guy's dick while you watched, if I'm going to be truthful," Meg had finally said in reply to his comment, "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun for me too."
"So, you in?" He had pressed.
"Yeah, I'm in," Meg concurred.
That second time was the first time Meg had sucked a black man. Meg had spotted him sitting, alone, at the bar of the lounge she and her husband had picked as a possibility to find a 'pick-up'.
Meg had noticed that he was a really good-looking, light-skinned, black man and for whatever reason, it tripped her trigger. They'd sat next to him at the bar, conversation ensued and thirty minutes after sitting next to him, she was sucking his thick black cock in the back seat of her husband's car while her husband watched from the front seat.
Just before her 'date' was about to bust his nut, her husband quietly suggested that Meg should let him fuck her as well.
She did, riding his thick, black cock in the backseat of her husband's SUV to a body-shaking, mind-blowing orgasm that had her screaming aloud in the dark parking lot of that bar.
From that time forward, about half of their forays into their 'kink' usually involved a bbc. Meg smiled at that thought as she was pulling into her garage.
Hubby had left a message that the fishing was good and the boys voted to stay an extra day and that he'd be home sometime Monday night.
Meg smiled when she had played the message, smiled at the thought of having more time with Vic now.
Yep, no doubt about it Meg thought as she put together her 'stuff' for the trip back to Vic's, I'm quickly falling in love with pussy-eating. So much so, Meg thought of a couple of her friends that she'd like to get into the sack, especially Marj, the new Afro-American paralegal in her pool. She fleetingly wondered if black pussy was as good as black cock, something she ought to check out, she thought in the moment.
Laughing to herself as she threw her bag into her car for the drive back to Vic's, she'd decided that she just might have to test the waters with Ms. Marj...
"The pizza delivery gal?" Meg asked, not sure that she had heard Vic correctly.
"Yep, you remember, I told you about her arm-art when we were eating the pizza last night," Vic explained further.
She had waited until she and Meg had a second glass of wine before springing the news on her about their 'guest' tonight.
"Yeah, I remember all that..." Meg said impatiently, "So you were going to dump me for a 'maybe'?"
"Who the fuck said anything about dumping anyone?" Vic fired back, a little pissed until she realized that Meg was pulling her chain after Meg started giggling.
