Chapter 15
The bell rang, and Gene looked around for Libby, then went to the door. He suspected his wife had deliberately dallied in the bedroom so he would have to greet Cynthia.
He didn't know what difference it made, considering that Libby and Cynthia knew each other, and especially considering why Cynthia was visiting them. He hoped his wife hadn't suddenly gotten cold feet.
"Come on in, Cynthia," he said, opening the door and stepping back. "I hope we didn't upset your plans by inviting you on such short notice."
"I didn't have any plans, darling," she said, "but I would have changed them in any case. Libby didn't run off and leave us to ourselves, did she?"
"She's in the bedroom, I think." He raised his voice and said, "Libby, Cynthia is here."
Libby strutted into the living room wearing a short red peignoir, a red garter belt, red hose, red high heel sandals and a big smile. She had arranged her long blonde hair so the part around her face brushed her cheeks with feathery curls, framing her finely sculptured features and lush red lips. "Hello, Cynthia," she said, her voice already throaty with a touch of lust, "thank you for coming on such short notice."
"I haven't yet, darling," Cynthia quipped, "but I sure hope to." She didn't try to hide her interest as her eyes drifted slowly over Libby's superb tits, slender waist, womanly hips and generously rounded ass. "You're gorgeous," she said softly, "but you make me feel way overdressed."
"Well," Libby said with a big grin, "that's easy to fix. Darling, why don't you take her blouse off?"
Cynthia turned to face Gene and held her arms straight out from her shoulders and laughed. "I like your wife, darling."
"She sure doesn't waste any time," Gene said as he unbuttoned Cynthia's blouse.
Libby sidled up next to Gene and put her right arm around him and leaned her head on his shoulder. Cynthia dropped her arms, and Gene took her blouse off and tossed it on a chair. Libby put her hands on Cynthia's hips and turned the young brunette toward her, then reached around her and opened the zipper and button on her short skirt and let it fall. Cynthia's black garter belt was mostly lace, and Libby ran her hands over it slowly.
Cynthia shivered slightly as Libby's soft hands made their way around her waist. When Gene called, he said the threesome was Libby's idea, and assured her that his wife wouldn't object to whatever happened, but guys often heard what was said and missed how it was said. By touching her intimately, Libby was sending a message, and she read it loud and clear.
"You look good in black," Libby said softly.
"It isn't fair that we're nearly naked and Gene is still dressed," Cynthia said quietly.
"Well, that's easily fixed, too," Libby said with a soft chuckle.
Gene thought they would have cocktails and talk a while before they got down to the nitty-gritty, but had enough sense not to question his wife's immediate plunge into the deep water.
Working efficiently as a team, the girls quickly stripped Gene, then Libby put one arm around her husband and one arm around Cynthia and pulled them into a tight little group. Cynthia put her left arm around Gene and her right arm around Libby, and Libby shivered visibly when Cynthia's tits rubbed against hers.
"Now," Libby giggled softly, "by the powers invested in me as a wife, I pronounce us a lascivious threesome. Darling, do you promise to love and cherish us and fuck us equally well?"
"You're damned right I do," Gene exclaimed softly, bubbling with exuberance.
"Then you may kiss your concubines, darling."
Gene gave each of them a light kiss on the lips.
"Oh, give her a real kiss, darling," Libby said softly, "like a lover, with tongue and everything, then kiss me the same way."
Gene put one arm around his wife and one around Cynthia, kissed the young brunette passionately, then turned to his wife and kissed her.
Libby looked at Cynthia, a deep pink sex flush infusing her face and chest, kissed her husband the way he kissed her, then looked at Cynthia again and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Oh, I like it," Libby said softly.
"So do I." Cynthia put her hand behind Libby's head and slid her spread fingers through her hair and ran the tip of her tongue lightly over the blonde's lips as she mashed their tits together.
"Oooooo," Libby cooed.
Libby parted her lips and let the brunette's tongue enter her mouth as their lips came together. She liked the softness of Cynthia's lips and the tenderness of her tongue, and returned the kiss with slowly building passion.
Cynthia kissed Gene the same way, then said softly, "Your wife's lips are so soft and tender, and her mouth is so sweet."
"So is her pussy," Gene teased.
"Let me kiss you again," Libby said. Very slowly, she slid her hand up behind Cynthia's head and gave a tongue kiss. When she broke the kiss, her sex flush was deeper and brighter. "Oh, I could get hooked on kissing girls," she said softly, chuckled, then kissed Gene. "I like kissing both of you. Now that we're all properly undressed and our motors are running, let's have a drink." She kissed Cynthia lightly on the lips again. "What would you like, darling? The champagne is cold, and we've got wine and an assortment of mixed drinks."
"Champagne will be fine," Cynthia replied.
"Darling," Libby said to Gene, "do you want Black Jack and water?"
"I'll have champagne," Gene said.
"Okay, if you'll pop the cork, I'll get the glasses. Cynthia, park your pretty little ass in a chair, and we'll be right with you." Libby served the champagne and sat on the couch and looked at Cynthia and Gene and smiled brightly as she raised her glass and said, "Here's to sex."
Gene raised his glass and said, "It makes the world go around."
Libby said, "If there's anything better in the world, I don't want to know about it."
Cynthia raised her glass and said, "The kinkier, the better. It's much better when everyone knows in advance what's going to happen."
"Gene said that you're a dynamite piece of ass," Libby said. "For you to know so much and be so young, you must fuck a lot."
"Every chance I get," Cynthia said, "but I'm not indiscriminate. I fuck because it's fun and I like it, not out of some misguided sense of obligation because a guy buys me dinner or tells me how much he needs me. If I don't feel something special for a guy, he could beg all night and I still wouldn't fuck him. I turn down more offers to ride a cock than I accept."
Cynthia got up and ambled across the room, pushed an ottoman in front of Libby and sat down.
"Gene-likes to watch my tits jiggle when I walk," Libby said. "Yours jiggle just as nicely."
"Do you suck Gene's cock while it's wet from your pussy?"
"Yeah," Libby said with a sly smile, "lately, I do."
"Do you like it?"
"Yeah, it turns me on. I know what you want to do, darling, and I want it as much as you do."
Cynthia pushed Libby's peignoir open and dribbled champagne between her tits, then leaned over and licked it up. "A libation to the gods," she said softly, "in celebration of my good fortune."
"Our good fortune," Libby said quietly. "You give me goose bumps, licking me that way."
Cynthia dribbled wine over Libby's left tit and licked it up, then dribbled wine over her right tit and licked it up.
"That makes my pussy wet," Libby said softly.
Cynthia set her glass on the coffee table and looked into Libby's eyes. "I've fantasized about being with you, just like this so I could make love to you. When Gene called and invited me, he said you were ready, but guys sometimes hear what they want a girl to say, not what she's really saying."
Libby's heartbeat speeded up and breathing deepened. "I'm ready," she whispered.
"Good," Cynthia said soothingly, "don't do anything, just feel and enjoy." She licked the tip of her left fuck finger and ran it lightly over Libby's lips, and they parted slightly. "Your lips are so soft," she said, "so moist and smooth." She insinuated her finger into Libby's mouth and brushed her nail over the blonde's tongue. "Does that tickle?"
"A little." Libby was awash in sensations. Nothing sexual had happened, but her body tingled and her pussy was swollen. She pursed her lips around Cynthia's finger and sucked lightly.
"Oh, yes," Cynthia whispered, "suck my finger like you suck a cock." She fucked Libby's mouth with her finger, a motion they both knew so well, the rhythm primitive and profoundly sexual. She leaned and pressed the tip of her tongue into Libby's ear, echoing the rhythm of her finger.
Libby had never imagined that such simple things could be so deeply sensual. She was sucking Cynthia's finger, Cynthia was fucking her ear with her tongue, and suddenly, she could hardly breathe.
Cynthia put her right fuck finger in her pussy, then nipped Libby's ear lobe tenderly and switched fingers in her mouth. Libby's eyes opened wide, and she chuckled deep in her chest as she sucked Cynthia's finger.
Cynthia took her finger out of Libby's mouth and touched the tip to Libby's left nipple. "Your nipples are so swollen. Do you want me to play with them?"
"Oh, God, yes, please," Libby whispered.
Cynthia stroked Libby's nipples tenderly. "Do you like my hands on your hard nipples and pretty tits?"
Libby moaned and nodded vigorously, watching Cynthia's hands intently, with rapturous eyes.
"I know how you feel, darling," Cynthia said quietly. "Your heart is pounding and you can't seem to get air into your lungs. Do you want me to lick your nipples?"
"I want you to do everything, darling," Libby whispered. "Stop asking, and just do whatever you want with me."
Cynthia leaned over and took one nipple in her teeth, and Libby knew she was going to stain the couch, the way her pussy was gushing.
"Such beautiful tits, baby," Cynthia whispered, cupping large tit, weighing the handful, "so heavy and ripe." She drew her fingers from the outside of the mound to the pink center, pulling at the nipple, repeating the motion over and over. "I'll bet Gene loves to play with them. I know I do."
Libby thought she would go mad. "God, that feels good," she whispered.
"Before I finish with you, darling," Cynthia said softly, "it's going to feel so fucking good, you'll go out of your mind. She leaned over and licked one erect nipple with the flat of her tongue, drew back and blew on the wet tip. Alternately, she wet the tight bud, then cooled it with her breath. "Doesn't that just drive you wild?"
"You're making me crazy," Libby murmured, squirming her ass. "My pussy is going to explode."
"No, it's not, and that's the wonderful part.
Your pussy will get hotter and hotter, but you won't cum until we're ready. And it'll be so intense, I'll be able to feel it, share it with you." She looked around at Gene. "Are you enjoying the show, darling?"
Gene's eyes filled with appreciation. "I think I've died and gone to fucking heaven," he said softly.
"Not yet, darling," Cynthia breathed seductively, "but your wife and I will do everything we can to help you climb the golden stairs. Come over here and sit by your wife so you can look right down between her legs and see everything I do to her. I don't want you to miss any of the details." She licked Libby's nipple again, then drew it into her mouth and sucked hard.
A tightness flowed from Libby's tit to her pussy, as if the sucking made a path through her body and she could feel the pull between her legs.