Mark Dayton sat listening to the car radio as he waited. The rain beat a tattoo against the windshield, the incessant noise punctuated by the intermittent sweep of the wiper blades as they cleared a patch of glass wide enough for him to see through. Not that the view was particularly attractive; the high stone walls of the prison rose like a fortress above him and the dark grey sky that loomed overhead gave the whole building an air of doom and despondency.
The radio station was one of those “classic” channels that played oldie songs from years past. Mark hummed along with a popular tune that reminded him of better days. Days when he and his wife, Sonia, had been happier. The days before she had gone to prison. But that was all over now, Mark mentally shook himself. Sonia was being released today and, as Mark studied his wrist watch yet again, she was being released in a little less than five minutes.
The reunion had not been exactly as Mark had planned. He supposed that he had expected tears of joy; soft, passionate kisses and warm embraces. But Sonia had changed; that much he had noticed immediately. Her face, although still attractive framed as it was by the tussled mass of blonde curls, looked older and more severe. Her tongue was pierced and now sported a silver stud and her milky white skin was dappled with colourful tattoos.
And then, of course, there was Elaine.
Sonia had introduced her friend as soon as they both climbed into Mark’s car. From what he could gather they had shared a cell for the last eight months and had – quite clearly – become good friends. He could therefore hardly object when Sonia said that Elaine would be staying at their house for a few days – just until she found herself something else.
Mark felt completely alienated as they drove home. The two women chatted together excitedly about their new found freedom and what they planned to do with it, hardly even noticing that he was there. He had tried to join the conversation on several occasions with a joke about this or a laugh about that, but his attempts at humour fell on largely deaf ears. Occasionally Sonia would smile at him though, and that made him feel a lot better. Perhaps he was expecting too much. After all, Sonia had spent the best part of a year with Elaine, whereas, Mark was little more than a stranger now.
The evening meal that Mark had so lovingly prepared and had then stretched to accommodate three people instead of the expected two, was enjoyed in relative silence but for petty small-talk. But as much as the whole “Elaine” situation frustrated him, Mark found it difficult to dislike the other woman. She was attractive; that much was beyond doubt. Her shoulder length dark hair contrasted vividly with Sonia’s blonde tresses, as did her dusky, tanned skin and Mark could tell that the cheap blouse and skirt that she wore hid a fine, athletic figure.
As the meal drew to a close and the last of the coffee was finished, Elaine O’Donnell yawned and stretched her arms above her head. She was aware that this action caused the hatefully cheap blouse she was wearing to ride up and expose her mid-riff, and she was also aware of the immediate effect that this had on her friend’s husband. She smiled to herself contentedly. She was pleased that she could still have this effect on men. It seemed like such a long time since she had been with a man and she could feel the nipples on her bra-less breasts stiffen involuntarily.
“Well, I guess it’s about time I hit the sack and left you two alone!” she said with a grin.
Both Mark and Sonia returned the smile and Mark’s hand wandered to his wife’s thigh, giving it a playful squeeze. Perhaps the night would work out according to plan even if the day had not, he thought.
“Would you like another coffee?” Mark asked his wife as soon as Elaine had disappeared, “or shall we go straight to…er…bed?”
Sonia seemed to ponder for a moment; her thoughts elsewhere. Then suddenly a wide smile came over her face. She nodded and grasped her husband’s hand leading him up the stairs.
Mark marveled as he saw, for the first time in what seemed like ages, Sonia start to remover her clothes. Like Elaine, she had been issued with only the very basics from the prison and had opted to wear what she had on when she was first incarcerated. Kicking her sneakers off her feet she began to peel the tight jeans down her long, slender legs. She was aware of her husbands gaze and, again like her friend, was happy that she was still able to generate an interest within him.
Mark watched closely as Sonia stripped the old T-shirt over her head. He gasped as he saw the large tattoo that adorned her stomach.. Sonia grinned.
“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Mark stared at his wife’s naked body. She still possessed a fine figure and, if he was honest, the tattoo accentuated her curves very nicely.
There was little need for more talk. Stripping off his own clothes at the speed of light, Mark grabbed Sonia and they both tumbled onto the bed together. His hands pawed excitedly at her body, savouring and remembering the soft curves of her breasts, the delicious nape of her swan-like neck, the smooth rounded swell of her ass and the gentle tapering of her long legs.
Sonia gasped as she felt fingers touch her most private area, opening and spreading her. She thought of Elaine and how often she had done this over the past year or so. But this was her husband now; a man, and it just didn’t feel quite the same. She felt lips on her breasts and nipples, but hard, masculine lips.
And then suddenly she was on her back and looking up into Mark’s face. His expression was one of over-excited lust. She could feel the hard bone of his erection as it throbbed against the inside of her thigh. She knew that he wanted her badly and allowed her legs to fall open. As soon as he was inside her it was very clear that everything would be over very quickly.
Mark grunted animalisticaly as he took her hard and fast. She could feel the hot sheen of his sweat as he lay atop her and thrust himself into her body over and over again ramming himself as deep inside her vagina as he could penetrate. Then there was warmth. Warm, oozing liquid filling her but not fulfilling her.
For a moment, Sonia lay looking up at the ceiling. Hardly daring to look at the man next to her let alone speak. Had they become such strangers over the years? she thought. She wondered who was going to speak first.
“You can’t leave a woman in that state!”
The voice was loud and clear and was not at all what Mark had been expecting. His semi-erect penis flopped against his thigh as he rolled over and looked towards the door. His mind reeled as he saw the naked silhouette of Elaine standing framed in the doorway and looking at them with a sly grin. She looked superb, Mark thought and was suddenly aware that his own wife was also studying the other female with the same level of interest.
“Perhaps I can help?” Elaine continued with the same wicked grin.
The question needed no reply which was just as well; Mark didn’t have one. His mouth flapped open and shut in a very realistic impression of a goldfish but any words that he might have wished to express completely failed to materialize.
In a second, the naked Elaine was on the bed with Mark and Sonia. Her allegiance was immediately obvious as her head descended in a blur of dark hair and took Sonia’s nipple between her soft lips.
Sonia’s response was immediate and very vocal. Her soft moan of delight echoed around the small bedroom as she encouraged her female lover to please her. Her eyes closed in an expression of contented lust and her back arched, gently pressing the engorged nipple further into Elaine’s mouth.
Mark flopped back against the wall at the head of the double bed and gaped. In all his years he had never witnessed the art of lesbian love at first hand. Not only was it suddenly going on right in front of him, but it also involved his own, sweet wife. He had always know Sonia to be sexually expressive; she had always been more than happy to try most things at least once, but the sight of her, clearly enjoying the tender attentions of another woman, was something else altogether.
As Mark looked on, the two naked women continued to caress each other. His eyes tried to take in every detail at once; the soft swell of Sonia’s breasts, the neatly trimmed mound of Elaine’s pussy and the long, slender legs of both women as they intertwined themselves in a smooth ballet of lust.
Elaine’s hand dropped almost casually between Sonia’s thighs. Sonia cried out as the long fingers of her friend spread her labia open and stroked gently at her distended clit. The darker woman slowly penetrated her with two digits and Sonia’s back arched involuntarily as the orgasm that she had previously been unable to reach, quickly swept over her lither body in tidal waves of ecstasy.
Mark watched. His eyes were fixed to the lustful scene in front of him. He was close enough to touch the two lovers, but his reeling mind told him not to. At first he had been overwhelmed and perhaps a little shocked by his wife’s behaviour, but now he had settled a little. Now he wanted to see it all!
While Sonia lay back breathing hard and recovering from the shattering climax, Elaine looked up at Mark and smiled sweetly.
“I’m sure you’ve noticed Sonia’s tongue stud?” her voice purred in a soft, sultry whisper, “I did it myself for her in our cell. Why don’t we show you what it’s for!”
If Mark had had the inclination to argue or even reply, it wouldn’t have mattered. In one smooth movement Elaine placed her hands on the back of Sonia’s head and gently pulled her down between her spread legs. Mark watched closely as his wife extended her tongue towards the soft folds of the other woman’s pussy. The glint of silvery metal was caught by the dim overhead light and competed with the twinkle in Sonia’s eye as she winked at her husband with a coy grin.
Mark heard his wife’s lover gasp as Sonia’s tongue lapped sensuously over Elaine’s clit. The tongue stud glistened with the woman’s juices as her legs spread wider, her delicately painted toes curling upwards. She gasped as the metal slid between her sex lips and cried out Sonia’s name over and over. Her hand reached out for Mark’s and placed it firmly on her breast.
Mark felt the warm point of the woman’s hardened nipple as it pressed into his palm and his erection returned immediately. His hand gently squeezed the swell of the breast and a low, soft moan escaped from between Elaine’s lips. Mark smiled, knowing that he had pleased her and took the nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling it and pinching it gently.
“Harder,” Elaine murmured as her body began to tremble, “harder, I’m almost cumming!”
Spurred on by her encouragement, Mark began to pluck at the turgid nipples, pinching and pulling them and causing them to swell visibly and throb beneath his touch. The woman under him was breathing hard. Her body was shaking almost uncontrollably. He looked down and smiled as he saw his wife’s tongue lashing feverishly at Elaine’s clit. He knew she was about to cum and he didn’t have long to wait.
