When Tom got home from his trip to the West Coast, I realized how lousy he was as a lover, after having had great sex with Lizabeth Wilson, his boss.
He didn't like the smell or taste of my pussy, compared to the way she ate me with relish in her Greenwich Village brownstone.
And the way she fucked me with a strap-on thrilled me more than he ever did, using his cock.
I had to do something - he was driving me crazy! First, I thought of meeting Lizabeth when he was at work, but that made no sense. Tom and Lizabeth were usually at work the same time.
I called her at home one night, when Tom was out shopping.
"Liz, honey, it's Edith. I want you so bad I can taste your cunt and tits! Please send Tom on a trip again - anywhere!"
"I'll see what I can do," she said. "Maybe next week. By the way I have a few friends who'd like to meet you. Women friends."
That sounded interesting. What were they like, and what were their sexual quirks? I dreamed about the possibilities after the phone call, and masturbated after going to bed.
The following Wednesday, Tom announced that he was going to Chicago for a meeting with customers.
"How long is the trip?" I asked.
"Two or three days. Sorry to leave you alone, Edith. But it's an important trip. What will you do when I'm gone?"
"I'll think of something."
On Thursday I showered and cleaned myself thoroughly after Tom left. I was so aroused that I thought about fucking myself with a bar of soap, while in the shower. But I played with my pussy and tits instead. Then I shaved my pussy, thinking of how she ate me the last time at her place.
Just to make sure, I called her,
"Liz, can I come over now?"
"We're waiting," she said. "Get here as soon as you can. The others are dying to meet you. By the way, pack some essentials in a bag. You'll sleep over at my place for a few days. "
What did she mean by "others?" That sounded interesting, but there was a problem.
"Tom usually calls here when he's on a trip. How do I handle that?"
"Easy. I'll set up a plan with the phone company to automatically divert calls after five rings to my phone, rather than your phone."
"Sounds great. But, wait a minute. How can you tell a diverted phone call from a regular phone call?"
"The two types of rings sound quite different. Are you coming to my place or not?"
"I'll be there in thirty or forty minutes."
I tossed some things into a small bag - three panties and two bras, plus a tooth brush and mouth wash. I didn't plan on wearing a lot of clothes, not with her.
I hailed a passing cab and got to her place in thirty minutes. The cabby, like many New York cabbies, tried to make conversation with me as he wove through traffic. I didn't bother with his crap because I was focused on other things, like Liz's pussy and tits.
The same enigmatic maid as before, Maria, greeted me. This time, her lips brushed mine, as I entered. She must have been told that I had a bag and planned on staying because she held out her hand and took the bag as she led me to the room where Lizabeth was waiting to greet me. Maria moved her ass in a way, under her dress, that turned me on, Maybe someday she'd show me her "specialties" that Lizabeth mentioned the first time I came as a visitor.
Liz and her guests were in the parlor of the brownstone, on the first floor. There were two women with Liz, a tall skinny blond and a buxom redhead.
Liz rose to greet me and kissed me on the lips. It reminded me of how intimate we'd been on my first visit to her town house. I wanted her for myself, not to share with these other women.