My wife is thirty-three. A cute red-head. Five foot four, size 8, sweet little 34Bs with a hot mouth and a hotter cunt. We'd been married two years when she first started to share her gang-bang fantasies with me.
She would whisper to me about getting fucked by six guys while I sat helpless and watched. I have to admit, it did get me hard though I told her that I would never let her get herself into that situation. We had some epic love-making sessions based on her fantasies.
I thought that was all they were -- just fantasies -- but she had darker ideas.
When she told me one evening that her sister Michelle was coming to stay for a few days with her latest boyfriend I thought nothing of it. Her sister is almost ten years younger and is even more desirable than my wife. Same sort of size, same deep red hair, green eyes, translucent skin, narrow waist, full lips. But she's softer, with generous hips and 36C cups. She looks at men with a frank, challenging stare and they fall at her feet. I felt a bit envious of her many conquests but thought she was way out of my league.
They arrived early one Friday evening. I cooked and we had a pleasant evening with a couple of bottles and some good scotch. Her escort looked like a total wimp, narrow chested with greasy hair. All I could think was that he must be packing a massive tool to have caught Michelle's interest. Without being too rude I mostly ignored him. I couldn't ignore her though, whenever I glanced in her direction she was looking at me with her come-and-get-me stare. By the end of the evening I was feeling quite uncomfortable.
Saturday morning Michelle was having a lie in. My wife said she was going to the garden centre for some bags of something or other. That meant she'd need some muscle so I knew what I'd be doing. But she said no. "You sit here and watch the rugby I can take Wayne with me to do the humping." I protested feebly that he was a guest and I could record the match and watch it later but she knew my heart wasn't really in it. So off they went.
I was just settling down for the match when Michelle walked into the sitting room. She was pink and damp from the shower and was wearing only a short silk robe. She walked up to stand in front of me with her feet either side of my crossed ankles and said "See what you do to me?" She dropped her robe and dipped two fingers in her vagina. She held them under my nose and said. "See how wet you get me? Why don't you ever hit on me?". She placed her wet fingers on my bottom lip and said "Taste me."
I opened my mouth and sucked in her fingers. She tasted wonderful -- sweet and tart. Like her sister but with a hint of spice. She nudged at my knees with her knee until I uncrossed my legs. Then she knelt in front of me and started to unbuckle my belt while I finished sucking her muffin juice off her fingers. She used both hands to open my jeans and dig out my cock. She had me hard in seconds. She looked into my eyes with both hands on my shaft and said "Sis wasn't kidding, this really is a beautiful cock!" Then she bent her head and sucked me in.
She spent twenty minutes blowing me. She was a real expert. She kept me close to the edge for ages. Every time I thought I was going to blow she'd stop and lick my balls and shaft. Holding my twitching cock gently until I calmed down a bit. Then putting me back in her mouth.
Eventually I had to ask: "Michelle, please!"
"You want to cum in my mouth?"
"Oh yes!"
She went back down and used all her tricks to power me up and up to one of the best orgasms I've ever had. When I started to shoot she never paused. She rode my orgasm to it's end, swallowing my cum spurt by spurt. When I finished she sat back on her heels and gazed up at me her mouth slightly open and a drop of my cum trembling on her lower lip.
"You know you have to fuck me now don't you!"
I protested. "I can't do that Michelle you're almost my sister and my wife could be home at any moment"
"Don't be a wimp -- I'm not your sister! I'm the best fuck you'll ever have and you know it! As for sis -- she won't be home for hours. So use me or lose me, You'll never get another crack at the title..."
Still I hesitated.
"There are a hundred men who'd kill to get what's just dropped into your lap. So get that gear off, get that cock hard and come and fuck me! I'll be waiting in your wife's bed."
She stood up, bent down to pick up her robe with her wet cunt peeking out between her thighs and walked out, trailing her robe behind her.
I pulled off my jeans and underwear and followed behind. I watched her cunt as I followed her up the stairs. I dropped my clothes on the landing and pulled off my T-shirt as I walked into my bedroom. She'd stripped the quilt off the bed and tucked the sheet in tight. She perched on the edge of the bed with her arms crossed under her tits as I approached. My cock was rapidly growing.
"OK, let's see those legendary oral skills that my sister's always boasting about." She laid back across the bed and drew her knees up to her tits. I knelt on the floor beside the bed and grasped her narrow waist. Her cunt was displayed for me. Full outer lips with the inner lips just showing in the groove, glistening with juice. She'd a neat triangle of well trimmed, flaming red pubes that just reached the top of her crack. The rest was very smooth. It looked professionally waxed to me.
I put my tongue on her perineum. I kept it very soft and flat as I slowly licked up her slit. About halfway up I tightened the tip so that it slid into her groove but I relaxed it again as I reacher her clitoris. I moved my hands to her thighs and pulled her legs wider. She rested her heels on the back of my neck. Her cunt was now open and it was one of the most lovely that I've ever seen. I could just see the tip of her clit beneath it's hood. I stiffened my tongue and placed the tip on her urethral opening.
Her hands reached down and gripped my hair as she gave a long soft moan. I reached up and captured her hands. Holding both her hands I softly closed my lips around her clitoral hood. With my tongue and lips very soft I began to give little cat-licks to her clit, sucking softly with each lick.
"Oooooooo, you really are good at that!. Sis was right! Where did you learn to do that? It wasn't from my sister, that's for sure!"
I ignored her and softly touched the underneath of her clit with my lower teeth. She got the message and shut up. Her clit had grown perceptibly and the tip was now just clear of it's hood. There are few things that I like better than eating a nice fresh pussy. I settled down for a nice long meal.
After several minutes I felt her hands tighten on mine. Most men miss this. It's always good to hold hands when giving cunnilingus. It gives a more intimate connection and lets your partner communicate without the need to speak. This time she was telling me to speed up a bit. I slowly increased the speed of my lapping. She was moaning constantly now.
Another 5 minutes or so and I felt her tilt her hips up a bit. I broke off from my lapping and pushed my tongue deep into her cunt, still keeping it very soft. I licked all the way up to the top three times. I was scooping out her delicious muffin juice. I felt another quick hand squeeze and she dropped her hips. I went back to work on her clit. Her belly muscles were giving little spasms now and I knew she was approaching climax.
A few minutes more sucking and lapping, another quick lick up her cunt then back to her clit. I was picking up the pace and hardening my lips slightly. She was panting now and giving little cries. I steadily increased the pace and lip pressure. Then she arched her back off the bed and started to convulse. Her thighs were shaking and her grip on my hands was very hard. I backed off the pace slightly and softened my lips and tongue right down. I kept lapping at her clit until her orgasm subsided. I stopped lapping and held my mouth still on her cunt. When she began to breath a bit more steadily I started licking all around and inside her cunt very slowly and softly. She gave a series of little tremors as she came down.
When she was calm again I let go of her hands and sat back. She propped herself up on her elbows and dropped her feet to the floor. She gazed at me as I wiped the muffin juice off my chin with the back of my hand and licked it off.
She said "Where did you learn to do that? It was the best I have ever had by a long way! She said you were good but I wasn't expecting that."
I smiled at her. "It was a wonderful Hindu woman from Bengal. She was paying her way through medical school by teaching us poor Brits how to fuck. She's a consultant anaesthetist now."
"Well give me a moment and then show me what else you learned."
I looked at the clock. "Nice though that sounds, my wife is due back at any moment!"
"No she's not. We're meeting her in town for dinner at 7:30 -- my treat. we've got the whole afternoon and I intend to drain you of every drop you've got..."
I was all scrubbed and suited up when we got to the restaurant that evening. My wife was already there but there was no sign of the boyfriend.
"Well you made it then." She said looking at me hard. I strongly suspected that she knew everything and had, in fact, set the whole thing up with Michelle.
"Where's Wayne?" I asked. Michelle answered for her sister. "He had to catch the train. You won't be seeing him again."