Prologue:
The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives' Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior one first.
I'll be taking a break from publishing anything for a while. Possibly a good couple of months. But I'll be back.
Comments are always welcomed and encouraged as long as they are constructive. Thank you.
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Once again I found myself being fucked from behind with my ass upraised as I leaned down with my head on a pillow. The only difference, it was Julie fucking me, and very nicely in the ass. Best anal I ever experienced with a strap-on. Even better than when Maureen's fucked me anally with hers.
The dildo itself was smaller in length than the nine-inch monstrosity Anna fucked me vaginally with earlier. But it still was an ass-full as it was nearly as fat. And Julie couldn't have been fucking me better with it if I was doing it myself. Exactly the way I liked it in the ass, slow and deliberate as she held lovingly onto my hips.
Her fucking me anally was the culmination of what was my first ménage à trois. For all of us actually. Nearly seven hours of the most amazing sex any of us ever had. I couldn't think of anything we could have done that we didn't. Even our own little daisy chain.
As Julie brought me closer to what would be my umpteenth and final orgasm I couldn't help but think of what I enjoyed the most with these two incredible and lovely ladies. Not that there was anything I didn't. But if I had to pick one, performing anilingus on Anna's incredible asshole would be it. Followed closely by them taking turns performing anilingus on me prior to Julie now fucking me so skillfully in the ass.
The way they tagged teamed me with their near ravenous tonguing of my asshole brought me to one of the most intense orgasms I ever experienced from anilingus. Damn near peed when I squirted. But as wonderful as it was, it didn't compare to the satisfaction and "head" orgasm I experienced from going down on Anna's incredible bumhole. And from the orgasm I was able to induce in her.
She was practically in tears by the time it subsided, and it was the first time she squirted. Much to my surprise with my nose all but inserted in her fuck hole as I tongued her asshole with her in a missionary position versus on her hands and knees.
It also made me think of how when I first explored my latent bisexuality I was mainly fixated with other women's tits and their pussies. While I always enjoyed my husband orally pleasuring my asshole prior to butt-fucking me, I never gave any thought to performing anilingus on another woman. Even when fantasizing about having sex with another woman before I actually did. That's until I gazed upon Maureen's lovely asshole for the first time, and much to her delight, couldn't resist licking and tonguing it. Not that she's ever been bashful about licking and tonguing mine.
There's a reason most women's assholes are referred to as pretty little rosebuds. And while it might have something to do with my preference with who I have sex with, or simply fate, everyone of their assholes fit the description perfectly. All except Anna's, with hers being exceptional in its own unique way, and one in a million.
Now when I find myself attracted to another woman, the first thing I notice is her ass before I find myself wondering what their asshole would look like, and what it would be like to orally pleasure it.
The wonderful feeling from the way Julie was so nicely sodomizing me eventually brought me back to reality. Every nerve ending in my anus was now tingling with indescribable pleasure from the way she relentlessly, but lovingly drove the dildo in and out of it. Not forgetting the added rush I was getting from knowing Anna was watching us.
When I thought it couldn't get any better, my once slowly building orgasm suddenly swept over me like a tsunami. For the first time when she started fucking me, I fucked her back. And soon as I did, my cunt all but exploded.
As I'm prone to do when I orgasm from being anally fucked, I let loose with a series of cunt farts along with a burst of vaginal fluids with each one. I thought they would never stop, but did as my cunt began sputtering like an outboard motor running out of gas as my orgasm slowly subsided.
When what was a longer anal orgasm than usual finally ran its course, Julie withdrew the faux cock, which made a loud popping sound from how abruptly she did.
I then collapsed on my stomach, and while seemingly unable to get enough air into my lungs, I began to wonder if I'd ever recover. Of all the orgasms I had it was the crème de la crème from how it left me both mentally and physically spent.
Thinking there was something wrong... "Are you okay, Lacey?"
All I could do was raise my hand with one finger extended, then a second one to let Julie know I needed a minute or two before I could respond. I was simply breathing too heavily along with my mind being a blissful mess from one orgasm too many.
Seeing I was fine, but unable to have a conversation just yet, she went to the bathroom to clean the dildo from being in my ass. Anna in the meantime laid down on her side next to me, after which she lovingly began rubbing my back and bum.
Just as my breathing returned to normal, Julie returned and laid down on the other side of me and joined Anna as far as rubbing me affectionately before saying... "You had me worried, Lacey. For a second I thought you were having a heart attack the way you were gasping for air."
"You should have been. I felt like I was. The only thing lacking from the incredible ass-fucking you gave me was depositing a load of hot cum in my rectum. Where'd you ever learn to fuck someone in the ass like that?"
After she laughed... "The answer is lying on the other side of you."
"Then Anna is one hell of a teacher, as well as you being a quick learner." After turning towards Anna... "Based on what Julie said, I have to assume you and your husband fucked anally often?"
"Yes we did. More so than vaginally. Not that I minded. And as it seemed to be the case with you, I enjoyed it immensely."
"It's the same with Jim and me, so I can appreciate your love for anal."
I then rolled on my back, and as they both cuddled me with my arms around them... "Now while I hate to end what has been an experience I'll never forget, it's well past time for me to head home to get some much needed rest."
After Julie groaned... "With Jim on a business trip, why don't you spend the night here with us, Lacey?"
"Thanks Julie, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to graciously decline. It'd be impossible without us continuing to go at each other like we have. It's a recipe for disaster as far as me needing to be of sound mind and body for a luncheon date tomorrow."
"Only if you promise this won't be the last time we get together?"
"You can count on it as I would like nothing more. And next time I'll be sure I can spend the entire night."
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As tired as I was, it thankfully was only a ten minute ride home. As soon as I arrived, I turned my phone back on to check for messages since I shut it off when I first arrived at the Electric Percolator.
There were a number of them, but only three of any importance from Donna, Maureen and my husband. And not necessarily in that order.
Donna's was simply a reminder about lunch at her place tomorrow and how much she was looking forward to seeing me. Followed by a bunch of smiley face emojis.
Maureen's was typical for her, wondering what I was up to, and why my phone was off. Followed by a single frowny face emoji.
Jim's message was to inform me his flight to Anchorage was uneventful and on time, and after checking into his hotel, he'd be going out to dinner with his counterpart at Alaska Airlines. No emojis, just a simple "Love you."
As often as Jim travels, and has over the years, our messaging has become very "business" like. Simple updates like the one he just sent, or me keeping him informed of anything important that might have occurred while he's away. Rarely do we ever talk on the phone unless it's really important.
Not that it was always that way. When we were first married, I made sure he called every night, and we'd talk at length about anything and everything. Sometimes about sex, but I'd usually avoided it for fear of him getting horny and then doing something stupid. When he couldn't call, I'd wonder why in spite of him always having a perfectly plausible reason.
When "facetiming" came along, along with me eventually being less concerned about him being promiscuous while away, we'd sometimes watch each other masturbate as we talked dirty to each other. But eventually it grew old and I can't think of the last time we did.
In the early years of our marriage I was often asked if I worried about Jim being unfaithful due to him traveling as much as he did. While I did at first, and would have been upset if I found out he was, I honestly believed he wasn't.
But in reality, I'm sure he has been on occasion as much as he traveled, and with as many women as there are today in the executive workforce. So while it was probably inevitable, I figured what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.
Eventually everything changed when I started going through menopause. Albeit early for my age. But unlike with most women when they do, and their desire for sex usually wanes, I was the complete opposite. My libido actually increased along with an unexpected desire to have sex with another woman.
After Jim and I talked about the effect going through the change was having on me, he surprisingly was very understanding about my interest in having sex with another woman. Even gave me his blessing to pursue it if I felt strongly about it.
Being the realist he is, he figured it was the lesser of two evils with the hours he worked and being away as often he was, and how it limited his ability to satisfy my heightened sexual needs. And it didn't hurt that my first intimate relationship with another woman was with Maureen.
Now we couldn't be happier. Actually happier than we've ever been. With my hormones out of whack, he gets some of the best sex any married man his age could ask for when we can, and I get to enjoy my new found love for other women.
