Wendy, my wife, legs tied wide apart to heavy furniture exposing her cunt, night dress over her head exposing all of her body, waits in blindfold terror for Charlotte to ravish her vulnerable sex. Having now taken my prick out and begun to wank it, I again intervened.
"Charlotte, darling, wouldn't it be better if Wendy could see what is going on and what is about to happen to her? If you ripped her night gown right off, I could tie each of her wrists out wide to furniture and she would be totally exposed and at your mercy , able to watch and her breasts would be thrust right up, making it easier for you to kiss and bite them." "Excellent idea" said Charlotte. "Do it at once!" I willingly did as I was ordered.
Wendy, blinking in the sudden daylight, eyes wide, takes in her situation and awaits frozen in terror as I tie her wrists. Charlotte crouches between Wendy's legs and slowly moves her mouth towards my wife's cunt - all the time gently massaging her captive's legs and thighs as she moves tantalisingly slowly upwards to her prize - Wendy's cunt and clit. As she does this, Charlotte gets visibly more excited. She starts to dribble and to moan uncontrollably in animal lust and sexual anticipation.
Just before Charlotte's mouth reaches her target, Wendy starts to scream and shout. "DON'T TOUCH MY CUNT! I am not a lesbian. Don't, please don't." She starts crying but, at that very moment, my wife's cunt starts gushing juice and exuding strong, pungent smells of deepest, primitive sexual arousal.
Indifferent to her victim's pleas, Charlotte strikes.
Charlotte's tongue begins its journey starting from Wendy's arse and the licks slowly up to her clit, which Charlotte sucks gently but firmly along its length. My wife's clit emerges and grows - longer and stiffer than it ever becomes when I lick her out. Wendy thrashes and struggles to no avail. Charlotte's tongue is relentless, repeating the journey from arse to clit over and over again, each time a little faster and more firmly than before. Wendy begins shouting, calling Charlotte a lesbian slut. But the process of sexual torture continues and suddenly, getting really hot and aroused, my wife stops shouting and starts to moan and makes incoherent animal grunts as she gets ever closer to orgasm, the sweat now forming on her body. Suddenly, Charlotte, an excellent sexual tormentor, stops. Wendy, denied her expected sexual release, pleads to be allowed to cum. At that very moment, Charlotte brings her fingers into play.