'Well, if you wish to split hairs.'
'Splitting other things you mean - like pussy lips! Anyway darling, I want to tell you how proud I am of you. Not only for entering into the spirit of the evening, but for the way your cock responded. I haven't seen it so available and energetic for some time. I must say, I wasn't too sure how you would react. You were wonderful, and I love you George.'
'Nonsense Sarah! You should be proud of yourself! Had I realized you were looking for new ways to revitalize our sex life, we could have done it sooner! I just thought you'd grown out of it.'
Sarah smiled, leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips. If he only knew, she thought. Perhaps better not admit to the dogging she'd engaged in, in a mad moment of need, nor tell him about her on-going passionate affair with Susanna, or the doctor's wife. Her mind quickly recalled the several other 'stands' she'd had, though only with other women since marrying George. The dogging had been her only encounter with a different, anonymous cock. It had been a superb thrill!
As Sarah and George exchanged their affectionate kiss, there was a long sigh from Janet. 'Well, you two. It looks as if you're both in for some interesting activities from now on. As for me, well I had a lovely taste of Henry with my early morning coffee in bed. But! Oh dear! I have to spend the rest of the holiday with my stuffy aunt and uncle. Mum and dad will be enjoying their cruise in the Med. But I shall have some great memories to help with my solo sex!'
'Yes! And we have official duties after lunch,' Sarah explained, 'so spending the day fucking isn't an option. Even if George was up to it! Duty! Visiting the hospitals and so on. Spreading words of good cheer and all that, to those not really feeling very festive.' But, still feeling rather horny and ready for more, Sarah thought a final session would be in order. 'However, if George has spent all his energy on Bessie, perhaps you and I can have a farewell embrace, Janet.'
'Yes please! I'm so turned on! Come on. It'll have to last me the rest of the holiday. ' Sarah took Janet by the hand and hurried her into the master bedroom, shrugging off her gown as they went through the door. Sarah fell on her back across the bed, holding her arms out for Janet, legs bent at the knee, wide apart to display her most secret charms, knowing that Janet was anxious to inspect them after their action over the past twenty-four hours. Still in her gown, Janet clambered over Sarah, squatting with one knee either side of her waist. Her large breasts, with their saucer-like coral-colored areola and nipples, hung heavily. Sarah grasped them in each hand, squeezing them, wishing her own were rather bigger. Though not perhaps this big!
Not that Janet was familiar with many vulvas, but if there was such a thing as a perfect one, then surely this must be a prime example, Janet thought, gazing between Sarah's thighs. The vulva was a wonderful feat of nature. Or, if there was a God, she thought, he was very thoughtful to provide ladies with such exquisite means of reproduction. A master-stroke of genius. The blonde pubic hair, not too thick, and not spread too far from her swollen mound, the shy clitoris, like a small, pale bean peeking from its protective hood. The soft labia emerging from beneath the hood, either side of the clitoris, were sufficiently large to escape the confines of her outer lips, but not so large as to hang low - like her own fleshy things! Separating the labia with her thumbs, exposing the soft link inner valley and pee-hole, Janet kissed the vulva, running her tongue lightly along the valley. Guarding the vagina, now dilated to show the dark gateway to Sarah's hidden mystery, were five perfect petals of coral-colored flesh. Janet studied them. They were beautiful! The sight brought a lump to her throat. She would enjoy making love to this perfect piece of feminine flesh.
For Sarah, Janet's parted thighs displayed the long, heavy labia, and the four small tongues guarding the entrance to her wide-open vagina, now oozing with its delicious juices. Another lady's vulva was always a fascination for Sarah, and no matter how often she'd seen it, looking at it afresh always came as a wonderful surprise. There was always something she hadn't noticed before. She loved the copper-colored plentiful thatch of pubic hair, framing the vulva, marveling at the long fleshy labia, begging to be nibbled and suckled. Sarah filled her mouth with succulent flesh, tasting their inner juices. She adored women's juices. Such a delicious, unique taste. Janet's was faintly minty. Having chewed the fleshy parts, Sarah rubbed her nose between them, up and down the valley, the tip circling the clit, inhaling the exquisite scent.
With her own thighs wide apart, Sarah felt the warm breath of Janet on her vulva. She held Janet's head with one hand, encouraging it to close in on her pussy. The feeling of the breath on the labia increased the anticipation. Her sex lips were not as prominent as Janet's, but they were still full and fairly prominent. Sarah's body gave a sudden twitch as Janet's tongue flicked the clitoris. The attention being payed to her genitals was now swamping Sarah's mind. Her whole body was alive with a glorious trickling sensations. Her skin tingled. Her groin jerked and shook inside. The inner turmoil grew stronger and more intense. Muscles tensed and tightened, like a coiled spring. Her thighs trembled and juddered as she searched deep down for the very root of the orgasm.
Meantime, George had come into the room to sit on the dressing table stool, watching the two elegant ladies pleasuring each other. The sound of their murmuring, and moans of delight, with the sight of Janet's pale buttocks and drooping labia encouraged his half-filled cock to harden further until it reached full potential, pointing arrogantly towards the ceiling. He looked at it with pride. Still hard and erect. It was many months, if not years, since George had enjoyed so much sex in the space of twenty-four hours. When he first met Sarah, they had fucked night and day. They were insatiable. But, as usual, time had dampened the ardor, until their sex was more of a duty. Still pleasurable, but not as exciting. Now, however, he thought they had both been revitalized. He was unaware of his wife's affair with the parish vicar's wife, and now grateful that he was still able to respond in the time-honored way to the sight of beautiful, naked ladies feeling each other's private parts.
To watch his elegant wife being anything but elegant the previous evening, her thighs wide apart, with his grandson's cock slicing her pussy, was extremely arousing. She had turned into a common slut, the expression on her face showing the utter bliss she was feeling, mouth slightly open, gasping with delight. Turned animal. He recalled how her juices had formed a whiteish ring round the base of James's plunging cock, soaking into his pubic hair, remembering the many times they had whispered fantasies of such lewd happenings to each other in the dark, whilst making love. Sarah had always responded to the description of her being fucked by someone else, in her husband's presence. Imagining the thick cock of another man pounding in and out of her. And last evening it had actually happened! George had found it so exhilarating, without a twinge of jealousy. And now, here she was, having sex with another woman! Unimaginable! Out of this world! Being the unashamed slut again. It was time to explore what was before him.
Feeling the hem of her gown being lifted, Janet was enjoying Sarah's lips exploring her vulva, sending ripples of delight through her, whilst tasting the creamy juices leaking from Sarah's vagina. Delicious cream! Her tongue explored every nook and cranny of the delectable vulva, kissing the clit and slipping the stiff tongue inside the warm passage. Making love to Sarah's vulva was so arousing. Ever since she had first experienced Sarah's body, albeit rather hurriedly, she had craved for more. And now she was enjoying it. She loved the whole experience of eating it. Her gown was now draped over her waist, and she was aware of hands stroking the firm buttocks, fingers and thumbs drawing them apart to reveal the hidden puckered entrance to her other secret entrance.