Tell Me What to Do to You

TELL ME WHAT YOU'LL DO TO ME

"Tell me what you want to do to me," she asked conversationally, as if she was talking about a suggestion for lunch. It was a game we had played before, and I told her how I wanted to fuck her, to make her scream out her orgasms, to beg me to make her squirt, to finger her pussy until it cried out for pleasure that burst from her like an explosion of lust. I said I wanted to fuck her hard and fill her with my cum and make her plead for me to fill her with my organ faster and deeper and harder.

I said I wanted to line up a bunch of cocks to fuck her one at a time until she came around each one and she begged for more, that I wanted to sit back and watch her get fucked over and over and over by the biggest cocks she could take, crying out for them to go quicker and deeper and make her pussy raw and pink and hot and sloppy.

I said I wanted to see her suck each one until they came and she drank them down and savored every swallow and every spirt of pearly cum that passed over her tongue and down her lovely throat and she'd smile as she drank it all, holding each one in front of her mouth as they shot out their load like human squirt guns.

I said I wanted them to lick and suck her ass until she groaned and cooed and called for more. I said I wanted her legs spread wide and opened for cock after cock and orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to see cum dripping from her snatch and running down her thighs and pooling beneath her on the sheets, drenching the bed and soaking the mattress.

I said I wanted to see each man eat her pussy until she wailed and came and pulled his head tight again her pussy, prolonging each climax for as long as possible and holding their head at her wet lips. I said I wanted to see her pussy red and swollen and fucked so well it glowed with satisfaction and joy and lust.

I told her I wanted to bring in a pussy for her to eat and lick and suck and taste until it came in her mouth and filled her with feminine juices for her to swallow and relish and remember. I said I wanted her to fuck herself to sleep and then wake to another cock and take him deep and hard and fast, smiling and cooing all the time, calling for more.

I said I wanted to see her smile at me her thanks for a night of fucking she'll never forget and never regret. I told her I wanted her fucked out and happy, and I wanted her to wake up horny and ready and begging for more cock and another pussy.

"Are you going to do it, or just talk about it?" she said dreamily.

"I am going to do it," I said, although up to then I had only promised it. "You want it?" I asked, committing myself to give her whatever she wanted. She smiled and nodded.

"Especially the pussy," she said.

"This Saturday night, we'll do it all," I said. "The many cocks, the squirting, the pussy, all of it."

"Okay," she said with a sigh.

The next day I set it up. The willing woman, the many guys, the deep and hard fucking, all of it. I started fucking her before they came, making her squirt, then bringing in her studs with big cocks and all horny to fuck her as many times as they could. I promised them a night of repeated fucking and blowjobs and coming all over my wife, fucking the slut who wanted cock and more cock.

I fucked her hard and fast and made her squirt and come around my cock, then I had them line up and wait their turn, each beating off to keep it hard as he waited. She first fucked Murray, then Glen, then Gary took his turn.

She came with Frank, then screwed Harvey, Kirk and Patrick.

She came with Allan, Mario, and Phil, then she fucked Charles, Bill, and Grant. I watched Paul's big dick push into her splayed pussy and thrilled to see him pound into her mushy wet pussy. I cheered her lovemaking and smiled as she came time after time. I found myself clapping as she came and loving it.

When she fucked her way to sleep I watched her as she smiled her way through a dream and felt warm inside to be able to see it. By the time she got to Marcy she needed a rest and the two women cuddled and held one another in their arms and rested up for their erotic coupling. When my wife had restored her energy they assumed the position, with my wife between Marcy's thighs and her face pressed against her new friend's pussy lips with her tongue deep in her bi playmate's moist cleft, lapping and sucking everything she could get, giving her female friend a blissful vagina, pink and puffy, sensitive and wet and splayed from use. She pressed her tongue into the other woman like a snake with a purpose, like a hungry whore with willing bedmate.

They bonded like two lovers with a devotion that was spellbinding and inspiring, exciting and contagious. I felt my heart rate increase as did theirs, and my body heat rose to a flaming degree as I watched them pleasure one another for longer than I could believe.

I had never watched two live women have sex before and it thrilled me. Not so much because I was drawn to bisexual lovemaking, but because it was my wife doing something she really liked and something I'd never seen her do, and because she clearly was enjoying it so much.

She groaned as she reached into the other woman with her tongue, and Marcy moaned as well, receiving such oral attention she could not stay quiet. I cannot explain why it thrilled me so to watch, but it excited every fiber of my being, every follicle, every erotic impulse.

As I watched the two women get and give each other sexual pleasure, I shuttered with exhilaration. I felt their sexual excitement, their joy, their fulfillment. It filled me with the kind of pleasure they generated together. I watched and I felt their delight. I shared in their sex. I felt the heat of their encounter.

Being able to watch my wife receive sexual pleasure from someone else released me to see her more as a person than as a part of me. It allowed me to give her the freedom to feel, to desire, to savor her carnal needs and to do it without guilt or regret or-despair. I saw her as a person with sexual needs outside of our relationship. I saw her as a person who could enjoy something that was not directly connected and dependent on me.

Freeing her also freed me to think of her as an individual with needs that I couldn't fulfill and didn't have to for her to receive sexual pleasure from someone of her choice. I watched her lick the other woman's sex and I smiled at the gloriousness of it, the absolute righteousness of her interaction with Marcy.

She parted Marcy's labia with two fingers and lightly brushed her tongue up between the puffy petals, tasting the other woman's sexual flavor. Marcy shuttered as my wife's tongue split her cleft and that began to deepen her moans. She put her hands on top of Claire's head. I didn't know if it was to pull her tighter up against her, or hold her away when it got too sensitive. Either way, it was marvelous to see.

When I watched her with the men it was a turn on, but with Marcy it was almost an art form. They were gentle, loving, sensual, and enormously erotic. They went slow and deliberate, loving and indulgent. They made love to one another's bodies. The men fucked her, penetrated her, forced themselves into her. Marcy celebrated her. Her kisses were soft, sweet, and caring. They were caresses rather than heated and emphatic making out, men seem to do. They were the ultimate in affection, the absolute in personal pleasuring.

Watching the two women have sex was wonderful, not just sexual but esthetically. It was musical, theatric, and charming. I had not watched much girl-to-girl porn, but I vowed to after that day. I understood the attraction for women to make love to other women. The old saw, only another woman knows how to eat pussy seemed to be absolutely and unconditionally true, perhaps even a basic law of Nature.

When Marcy left, she was the last to leave, I sat with Claire on the bed and hugged her. "You were incredible," I said.

"I was pretty good, wasn't I," she said with a smile.

"Who did you enjoy the most?" I asked.

Without hesitating, she said, "Marcy."

"I could tell," I said. "Had you ever done bi before?" I asked.

"Oh, yes. In college, yes," she said. "With my roommates. There were four of us, and after dates we'd finish one another. It got so I liked pussy better than fucking, but I still liked guys," she said with a shrug, a who-can-understand look on her face. "But eating pussy is still special," she said.

"Marcy tastes so good," she added. "And she gives really good head." She laughed. "What made you think of Marcy?" she asked.

"I asked your sister. She said to include a woman," I said.

"So she knows you were giving me that favor?" she said.

"She suggested it," I said. "She never said you did, but she told me you shared a bed and slept naked. I figured it would be hard to sleep with a hot, naked sister and not..."

"Impossible," she said. "The first cock I ever had in me was my brother, Randy's," she said with a smile. "Ours was a loving family," she added. "Dad used to come to our bed and fuck us both, over and over."

"Did your mother know?" I asked.

"She sent him," Claire said with a grin. "Yes, she thought he should teach us. He taught us well, don't you think?"

I nodded. "We used to have family orgies on Sunday morning before church," she said with a wicked smile. "My first daisy chain was a family affair. Mom and Dad, my brothers, and Sally and I all connected by our lips and tongues and our juicy cocks and pussies. It was a wonderful way to prepare for church, don't you think?"

I smiled and kissed her. "I never knew you had such a close family," I said.

"You don't think I got this good on my own, do you?" she said with a laugh.

"I thought you were a fast learner," I quipped.

"No, Dad was a good teacher," she said. "Then he told Randy and Marcus to 'take care of the girls.' They would switch off on Sally and me. Randy did me first, but Marcus was bigger and could ram the joy of life in me so far I couldn't hear my sister coming at the same time in bed next to me," she said with a grin.

"You never told me any of this," I said. "I didn't know you had such a 'modern' family."

"I wasn't sure how you would react," she said. "I had to make sure."

"So, when I suggested we bring in some reinforcements you knew, right?"

"It was a pretty good indication," she said. "When you gave me the guys, I figured maybe, but when you gave me Marcy, I knew," she said with a smile. "I knew I could tell you about Sally and me, and Randy and Marcus, but when I saw your face during my time with her I knew I could tell you about Mom and Dad."

"Your mom?"

"My first taste of pussy," Claire said with a smile "I was eighteen and she said I would be sleeping with Sally and I should learn what a pussy tastes like and how to please one before I tried to please my older sister. She showed me real well," she said with a grin. "She'd showed Sally before me, she's older. Then she sent Dad in to finish my lessons. He did well, don't you think?"

"He taught you real good," I said.

We made love again, and this time I pictured her fucking her brothers and eating her sister, but I went to sleep after imagining her eating her mother and being fucked by her father. Their family had given me a sex partner to die for, and I thanked them as I drifted off to sleep, smiling to myself at my good fortune.

In the morning we greeted the day with a pre breakfast fuck, and she started my morning off well with a dreamland blowjob and by drinking all I could produce from my scrotum so early in the day. She playfully licked off the residue and kissed the tip.

"I love your dick," she said swiping her tongue around her lips like a culpable cat after swallowing the canary.

"You can have it anytime you like," I said.

"Can I have others if I like?" she asked.

"Like always, as many as you like," I said. "Or pussies if you'd prefer. Whatever you want," I said.

"You know what the secret to a good life is?" she asked.

"Good sex?" I said.

"You saw that, too, huh?" she said with a naughty grin.

"I understood that the first day we were together," I said. "You taught me early. Your father and mother taught you, you taught me, and I let in Phil and Gary and Marcy and all of the others," I said. Fucking is the secret to life but it is no secret, most everyone knows it. It is just that sometimes we forget it because life gets in the way."

"Thank you for being strong enough not to deny me of anything," she said. "I know this is not what most people think of when they talk about marriage, but it has served us well, I think, and I really do love you. You are a wonderful friend, a great partner, and just what I would design a husband to be," she said.

I smiled and thanked her, took her hand, and kissed her palm. "I love you, too," I said.