Not in a Million Years

This is one of those fantasies that could never happen, until you least expect it. My wife is the sexiest woman in the world. But even knowing that, she manages to surprise me.

It was actually the kind of evening that most guys would dream of anyhow. No kids around and a great dinner with two beautiful women.

Lilly and India had become good friends, mostly due to their similar personalities. Both were strong, outgoing women. Both loved to celebrate life and were often the first to be noticed in a room full of people. Both were lean and fit from working a regularly at the same gym.

But that was where the similarity ended. Lilly was a tall, statuesque blonde. India was petite and her natural hair color was nearly black. Lilly wore her hair long, down and sensuous. Her friend's hair was short and pixie-like.

Dinner was great, including the two bottles of wine. We just sat and talked until suddenly the girls began to argue over who would do the dishes. Lilly calmly stated, "I will whip your sweet little ass if you take one step toward my kitchen". At this point India bolted for the sink.

With a shriek of laughter, Lilly grabbed her by the waist, slapped her bottom and quickly deposited her in my unsuspecting arms, telling me it was my job to get her to the living room. While I wrestled her to the couch she challenged Lilly, "you will have to do much better than that and your sissy-slap won't get you anywhere with these pants to pad my bum either".

Oh no, this sounded like a challenge for Lilly. I though India had learned not to challenge her. But my bride spun on her heels, telling me to flip India over on my lap. She pulled down the waist of the loose fitting stretch pants to expose the two little mounds of flesh and gave each one a resounding slap.

Although I thought the slaps were too hard, India looked up into Lilly's deep blue eyes and said, "is that all you've got, sister?". With this Lilly grinned and started a slow rhythm of firm spanks to each of India's cheeks. With each slap, India sucked air through her teeth and her breathing became a bit labored. Lilly seemed to become less playful and more erotic in the lingering caress she would administer with each blow.

I felt India's hand reach between my legs and feel my stiffened manhood, telling Lilly that it seemed all three of us were enjoying her little punishment. Then she got to her feet, pants still down somewhat and reached to whisper something in Lilly's ear. As she stretched in this embrace, I could see her ass was beet-red.

This whispering in Lilly's ear went on for some time and Lilly's expressions ranged from mild shock to seductive grin as she winked at me. Then I noticed India's hand move to Lilly's breast as they kissed deeply and broke apart to walk toward the bedroom. Lilly turned to tell me to stay put until they called me and admonished me not to give too much attention to that buldge in my pants. I was embarrassed to find a wet spot forming on my pants, right at the top of the lump in my trousers.

I couldn’t help but wish I could see what was going on amid the sounds of water and laughter. But then it grew suddenly quiet. It was almost more than I could take. I wanted so badly to open that door, although logic told me that nothing was really happening. In fact, I started supposing that this was all a great tease, just like the one Lilly had pulled on me with a Jamaican girl named Taniesh.

"Come and join us sweetheart". That was my cue to walk in and see these fresh-scrubbed beauties standing in the middle of the room wearing robes. India took me by the hand and directed me to sit on the bed. "I want you to help me do something with your sweet wife ", she said. Then she turned and kissed Lilly as slipped the robe off of her. There stood my wife in all of her naked splendor as India began to guide her to the center of the bed. Then, off came India's robe. It was another chance to see how different these beauties could be. Lilly was shaved smooth, while India had a close cropped, but dense dark bush. But once again, they were similar. They both showed traces of wet anticipation.

We alternated between Lilly's full lips and her wanting breasts. Then Lilly suggested that I get out of my clothes. My cock was straining at my pants and sprang free.

Once I was disrobed, the girls suggested that I sit in the chair and watch them for a while. I stroked myself as I watched India explore the sexiest woman I know, first with her hands, then with her mouth.

They called me to the bed again as India said, "lets put that tool to work". She took my hardness into her hand and guided it straight into Lilly's soaked pussy. It slid in easily and my bride let out a moan. India worked on her right breast while I pumped in and out of her and suckled her left.

I saw Lilly's hand go between India's legs and two fingers quickly disappeard into her steaming wetness. Lilly told me to run my hand down India's ass and between her legs so I could feel her fingering her. India turned and kissed me as she felt my touch. Lilly briefly pulled her fingers out, tasting one and having me taste the other.

Then came the next challenge.

The girls wanted to know who had the sweetest tasting pussy. This was about to get real interesting. India pulled my hips back to taste Lilly's dew right off the end of my dick. I pointed out that this would not work. You see, I have this personal thing. I love playing like this, but my cock will never go into a woman other than my Lilly. It is hers alone. So Lilly could not taste India's juices in the same manner.

Lilly pulled India around to lay beside her and offered that I should be the taster, deeply kissing each of them after sampling the other's pussy. My cock was throbbing as I did my best to be a fair and impartial judge. But then I declared Lilly the winner and sunk my shaft into her as a prize. (She really does have the world's sweetest pussy).

India laid there masturbating as Lilly and I reached a strong and sustained climax. After a few minutes to compose ourselves, we turned our attention to our guest.