Chapter 12
When Libby came home, Gene was already in bed, sound asleep. She wondered if his evening with Cynthia had been a bomb, then saw how peaceful he was sleeping, and decided it hadn't been.
As she undressed, she kept her eyes on him, thinking how delightful it was being married to such a wonderful guy. He was everything a girl could want, both as a husband and a lover. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy being with Aaron, but there was a special feeling coming home to her husband that she had never felt before.
She crawled on the bed naked, thinking it was a shame he wasn't awake. He often asked her to crawl on the bed so he could watch her tits dangle and jiggle, and he was missing the sight. Oh, well, there would be plenty more times.
She flipped the covers back and unfastened his pajama pants and looked at his cock. It didn't look any different. After a moment's cogitation, she realized that she was being foolish. Why should it look any different? She was sure that her pussy didn't look any different.
She picked up his cock with the tips of her index finger and thumb and carefully kissed the head. She intended to give it one little kiss, then snuggle down and go to sleep, but it felt so damn good against her lips, she just had to give it a little lick. One little lick led to another, and pretty soon she felt it begin to stiffen, so she kept right on licking.
She wrapped her fist around his shaft and pulled it gently, and he stirred. She licked the head some more, and he lifted his head and looked at her.
"That feels good, sweetheart," he said softly.
"Yeah, it feels pretty good to me, too," she replied. "You don't mind, do you?"
"I'm not that stupid," he chuckled.
"Then just relax and let me do something special for you." He reached down to caress her head, and she pushed his hand away. "No, just lie there and don't move a muscle."
He put her pillow on top of his and lay back and laced his fingers across his chest. "I can at least watch, can't I?"
"If you didn't, I'd be disappointed," she chuckled. "Try not to tense up when you cum. I want you to experience a totally laid back orgasm."
"I'll try," he said softly.
She cupped his balls in her left hand and rolled and pulled them tenderly as she stroked his shaft gently and licked the head languidly. His cock reached full erection and she alternated licking the head and nibbling it with soft lips, and heard him sigh deep in his chest.
Getting him off took less time than she expected. When she felt his cock swell, she stopped licking the head and only nibbled it, stroking his shaft with the same easy rhythm. He sighed again, deeper than before, and she barely covered the tip of his cock with her lips, but kept them supple and moving as his cum shot into her mouth.
She quietly ate his cum and continued to stroke him lightly and tug on his nuts gently until he stopped cumming, then licked the head of his cock and laid it tenderly between his legs.
"That was different," he said softly, "very unusual."
She kissed him and said, "I love you, darling, with all my heart and soul," then snuggled down against him and was sound asleep in seconds.
They slept until nearly noon, took a bath together and went to a pancake house for brunch. He knew she wanted to talk about the previous night, but knew her well enough to let her find her own time and way of broaching the subject.
When they came back home, she fixed a pitcher of Bloody Marys and they sat in the living room, getting some vitamins along with the vodka as they read the paper, passing the sections back and forth until they both had read every page. He chuckled to himself. He had been reading the paper ever since he learned to read, and he'd never read every page, and he couldn't remember her doing so, either.
Late in the afternoon, she said, "Darling, let's take a bottle of wine with us and get some fried chicken and go up in the foothills where you proposed to me."
"Good idea," he said, "we haven't been up there in a long time. We'd better take the Bronco. I don't imagine they've paved the road."
"I hope not," she replied.
They drove on the Interstate about thirty minutes, turned onto a county road and drove another ten minutes or so, then he turned onto a mountain goat track and engaged the four-wheel drive and drove another quarter hour at slow speed. When he stopped on the bluff overlooking the city and the plains, her face lit up.
"It's just like I remember, darling. Some things never change."
They spread a blanket right where it was spread the night he proposed to her, and she set out paper plates and plastic wine glasses while he opened the wine.
"I didn't think of a corkscrew," Libby said. "I'm glad you did."
"Not to worry, sweetheart," Gene said lightly, "I've got a Swiss army knife in the Bronco that has enough gadgets in it to build a small house."
He sat down and poured the wine and she put the box of chicken between them and tore off the lid.
"Was I right," she said as she plucked a breast out of the box, "is Cynthia a dynamite piece of ass?"
"You hit it right on the button," he replied, fishing a thigh out of the box.
They noshed chicken and biscuits and sipped wine in silence a few minutes.
"She's pretty young," Libby said, biting off the last piece of meat and putting the bones in the small plastic garbage bag.
"Twenty," Gene replied, "but very mature." He refilled their wine glasses and fished another thigh out of the box and said, "I like thighs."
"There isn't a part of a chick you don't like," she chuckled. "Being so young, I suppose her pussy is pretty tight."
"No tighter than yours, sweetheart."
"Don't lie to me just to make me feel good." She took a wing out of the box and pulled it apart, then took a bite.
"I don't lie to you for any reason."
"I hope you demonstrated how well you eat pussy." She gnawed the last of the meat off the chicken wing and put the bones in the garbage bag.
"I did, several times." He bit into the thigh and chewed slowly.
"What does her pussy taste like?"
"like pussy," he said, a mischievous tone in his voice. "I can't tell you what pussy tastes like, any more than I can tell you what wine tastes like. You have to sample it for yourself to know."
"You know what I mean," she laughed. "Did she taste good?"
"The first time I tasted her, she had douched with a cherry flavor. She said she didn't know my favorite flavor, so she used cherry since all guys like cherries. I told her that fucking virgins could be hard work."
"How many virgins have you fucked?"
"Just you," he replied. "You were too eager to be hard work, but I've heard guys talk."
"How big is her clit?"
"About half the size of yours, but equally sensitive. She cums as quickly as you do. Are you through eating?"
"Yes, but I'm going to drink some more wine. Did she cum every time you ate her and fucked her?"
"Several times," he said. "like somebody else I know, she's multiorgasmic and cums real fast."
"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate her?"
"Well, now, that's a toughie. Let me put it this way, if the law allowed a man to have two wives, you and Cynthia would be my choices."
"Some men have two wives, no matter what the law says. I once knew a girl who lived with her sister and a man, and they considered themselves married to each other."
"Living with sisters would be interesting."
"I don't have a sister," Libby laughed. "So, would you say that you enjoyed your night with her."
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"Yes, I would say so."
"Do some guys go to a school where they learn to be good lovers?"
"Not that I know of. Why do you ask?"
"Because you and Aaron make love a lot a-like. I know what you mean about having more than one spouse at a time. If I could, I'd marry you and Aaron."
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I'd feel guilty if I did and you didn't."
"I had a marvelous time. He's got a great big bathtub with a whirlpool in it. I think the highlight of the whole night was when he sat me in front of one of the jets and held me tenderly while the water gushed against my clit and got me off. I was so relaxed and serene. I've never felt anything like it."
"Is that why you got me off the way you did when you came home?"
"Yes, I wanted you to know what it's like to cum that way. It wasn't something he taught me, by the way. I thought of it on my own."
"You've always had a good imagination. It wouldn't make any difference if he had taught you, I enjoyed it. If we have to be careful never to do anything with each other that we learned from others, it won't work."
"When I was driving to Aaron's I had second thoughts. I was afraid I would be jealous, or you would be jealous and things would never be the same between us again. Then I got there, and realized how much like you he is, and everything seemed okay. I talked to him about you, what a marvelous lover you are, what a marvelous man you are, how much I love you, things like that. It didn't make him uncomfortable."
"I talked to Cynthia about you, too," he said. "She was very appreciative of you, of your attitude."
"Will last night change how she acts around you at the office?"
"No, she understands that work is work and play is play. She said that she was going to ask you if I could take her to lunch once in a while."
"So you can eat a box lunch," Libby snickered. "We can probably work something out. I want to do it again, but not the way we did it last night. A part of me kept wishing you were there."
"Did you want a threesome with Aaron and me?"
"No, not necessarily, I just wanted you there. You could have been fucking another girl, or just watching me, or whatever, just as long as you were with me."
"Did you know before last night that you're a closet exhibitionist?"
"Yes, in the back of my mind, I think I did. I've read that it's a common trait in girls who really like sex. I don't want to keep it in the closet any longer. I know if you watch me with another guy, I'll enjoy it so much more."
"Well, I don't particularly want an open marriage either, but I think we would do okay with swapping, or a threesome of some sort now and then."
"Yes," she said softly, "I think that would work for us. When I was driving home from Aaron's this morning, I realized that I wanted to watch you fuck another girl. It came right out of the blue and surprised the hell out of me. I had no idea that I'm a voyeur as well as an exhibitionist. Do you think Cynthia-likes me? Would she do a threesome with us?"
"In a New York minute," he laughed. "She thinks you're wonderful."
"Okay, she-likes me, but how can you be sure that she'd do a threesome with us? I mean, I know several girls who like me, but they would freak out if I invited them to bed with us."
"I know because she said so, darling. She's bi, and a threesome with a guy and another girl is her favorite. She told me that because you let her have me for the night, she wanted to give you a special gift, one that only a girl can give to another girl."
"She wants to eat my pussy," Libby said, making a statement, not asking a question.
"That's the way I understood it," Gene replied.
"And you want me to give her the same gift in return," she said, again making a statement, not asking a question.
"Yes, I think that would be very special."