The club was small, dark and noisy. There was some sort of tribute band playing over on the cramped stage. The fact that the singer was off-key didn't seem to bother anyone, because the dance floor was packed with dozens of tight-clothed bodies grinding against each other.
"What about that one?" Elizabeth asked, nodding towards a petite brunette trying to get the bartender's attention. "Nah." I said, and took a sip of my beer. "Her hair's too short." Elizabeth turned on her barstool, nestling between my legs and leaning back against my chest. Her hand snaked behind her, grabbing my cock through my jeans and squeezing it gently.
The lights came on, signaling last call. Elizabeth removed her hand and moved it up to push a lock of dark blond hair out of her eyes. "Last one. Make it good." she said.
This was one of our favorite games. Picking people out of the crowd for an imaginary three-some. It was a fantasy that had led to some amazing sex in the past, and I had always assumed it would remain just that, a fantasy. We finished our drinks, playing the game a bit more until the crowd began to thin.
Elizabeth and I had been inside all night, we didn't know it had been raining until we stepped outside. It was coming down hard, and we had walked the two blocks to the club. We stood under the awning while we prepared ourselves for the wet walk home.
Since we were nearly the last ones to leave, the parking lot was almost empty. There was only one other person besides us. A gorgeous redhead my wife had pointed out earlier when we were playing our game. She was wearing a short, white dress that had become transparent in the rain. She was standing outside of her car digging through her enormous purse in an obvious search for her keys. Her large, round breasts showed clearly through the sheer material. I could tell even from that distance that her nipples were hard from the cold rain. I looked over at Elizabeth and saw that she was watching the redhead as well, and I could tell from the look on her face that she was thinking the same thing I was. The redhead gave up her search. She crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned against the car in frustration.
"Should we go see if she needs any help?" I asked. Without a word, Elizabeth smiled at me and stepped out into the rain, jogging over to the stranded redhead. The woman's name turned out to be Moira, and minutes later, the three of us were headed back to our house to get dry and try to find an all-night locksmith so Moira could get into her car.. We were soaked by the time we got back inside. Elizabeth took Moira off to find some dry clothes. Since my clothes were in the same room, I made do with wrapping my towel around my waist. It only took a few minutes and a handful of calls to determine that there wasn't anyone to come out in the dead of night to unlock Moira's car for her. I walked back to the bedroom to tell Moira I hadn't had any luck, but stopped a few feet from the door when I heard a low moan.
The door was closed to a crack, so I edged closer to peek inside. There was a mirror on the wall of our bedroom, and it gave me a perfect view of the bed inside. I felt my cock begin to stiffen at what I saw.
There was my lovely wife lying on her back with Moira sitting astride her face. I could see Elizabeth's pink tongue darting out to lick at Moira's shaved pussy. Moira had both hands on Elizabeth's firm breasts, kneading them and rubbing her thumbs across Elizabeth's nipples. Elizabeth had one hand between her own legs, two fingers sliding in and out of her wetness. I must have made a noise, because Moira suddenly opened her eyes and caught my reflection in the mirror. She smiled wickedly and lowered herself down to put her head between Elizabeth's thighs.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Two incredibly sexy women were going down on each other right in front of me. My penis was so hard, it was beginning to poke out of the towel. I reached down and began to stroke myself as I watched Elizabeth and Moira greedily devouring each other.
I almost came in my hand right there. The sight of them writhing in a sixty-nine, moans muffled by each other's pussies was almost too much. When they finally came, Moira slid off of Elizabeth, and I could see my wife's juices smeared all over her face. She turned and gave Elizabeth a long, deep kiss, then stood. She crossed the room and opened the door.
Before I could say anything, the luscious redhead grabbed me by the cock and led me back to the bed. Elizabeth still lay on her back, gently rubbing her clit as she smiled at me. I felt a warm wetness on my penis, and looked down to see Moira easing her lips over the head of my cock.
I hadn't been with another woman since I met Elizabeth. I looked back at my wife with a small twinge of guilt. My worries disappeared as I saw Elizabeth's reaction. Her eyes were locked on the redhead wrapping her tongue around my shaft while her own hand moved faster on her clit.
Elizabeth came again, moaning so loud I'm sure the neighbors heard her. As soon as she stopped trembling, she got on her hands and knees and joined Moira in blowing me. Elizabeth wrapped a hand around the base of my penis, pulling it to her own lips. She took me into her mouth, nibbling gently at the head before passing it back to Moira. The two women ran their tongues up either side of my shaft, sharing a deep kiss when they reached the head.
"Fuck me." Elizabeth said, her voice husky. She turned around, lifting her ass towards me. I wasted no time. Moving around behind her, I rubbed the tip of my cock against her glistening sex before entering her. I began to move slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back inside of her.
