Chapter 18
Brad thought about Vicki and Tabitha on the way home from Dallas. The sight of the horny little brunette sucking his wife's pussy had excited him more than anything he had ever imagined. He wondered how he could maneuver Vicki into going down on Tabitha.
Tabitha would obviously agree. She was bisexual to the core. As far as he knew, he didn't know any bisexual women. Still, there was no doubt about Tabitha. She liked women as much as she liked men.
Vicki was the stumbling block. She had allowed Tabitha to eat her out, but he knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she wouldn't put her tongue in a pussy. Tabitha's or any other woman's, no matter what she let them do to her.
He knew his wife, after all. Knew everything about her. He had often thought about suggesting a threesome with another woman. Her fiercely jealous nature stopped him. Her reaction when he told her that Tabitha was going to stay with them a few days confirmed his decision. Her behavior the other night was an aberration. She was angry and had too much champagne. Even if he loaded her up with champagne again, he couldn't be sure she would let Tabitha near her.
Maybe, after Tabitha got her own apartment, he could sneak away and visit her. Knowing her, it wouldn't take her long to find another bisexual woman. She could invite the girl to party with them, and he could watch them get it on with each other. That wouldn't be as good as watching his wife eat pussy, but it would be better than nothing.
He called his office from the airport, told his secretary he would be in tomorrow, and went home. He called out to Vicki and was answered by total silence.
He wondered if Tabitha had found her own apartment while he was gone. Maybe Vicki threw her out. He had to rush off to the airport the morning after their little orgy and didn't have time to bring up the subject of their house guest. Vicki's attitude hadn't given him a clue about how she felt, so he let a tinge of timidity rule his actions. She would bring up the subject when she was ready to talk about it.
He walked into the living room and saw the top of Tabitha's head over the back of the couch.
If she was taking a nap, he didn't want to disturb her. He only wanted to see her again. He walked around the end of the couch and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in surprise and his blood rushed into his cock.
Tabitha languished against a stack of pillows on the couch. Totally, delightfully, bare-assed, stark naked, except for the stereo headphones covering her ears. Her eyes closed and she had a tranquil look on her beautiful face. Her shapely right leg was thrown over the back of the couch and her left foot was on the floor. The middle finger of her right hand glided idly up and down her hairy slit. Her left hand held one tit with the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
Brad swallowed hard. The sight of her stunning young nude body hit him like a sledge hammer in the gut. In the heat of passion the night she arrived, he hadn't even looked at her face closely, let alone her body. His cock twitched and began to fill with blood as he stared directly into her wide open crotch. He had difficulty breathing. His mouth felt as dry as Death Valley. He stood still, torn between the thought that he should leave immediately, and a powerful desire to watch her.
The urge to fuck the enchanting young woman again dazed him. He knew he could be playing with dynamite. Vicki was sure to find out if he got another piece of Tabitha's tight young pussy. If she found out he had fucked her one-on-one, she would probably be furious and throw them both out! Did she know Tabitha would be there when he got home? What if she walked in and caught them in the act? The ache in his cock gave him a headache. He walked quietly to the couch and sat down, facing Tabitha.
She opened her eyes and smiled serenely. Her finger continued to glide lazily up and down her humid slit. She slipped the earphones down and said, "Hello, love."
"Hello. Where's Vicki?"
"The supermarket. We ran out of food. She said she would be back in time to cook dinner. She didn't expect you back until later."
"I didn't go back to the office. I put in a week of work in the last three days. What are you listening to?"
"Beethoven."
"Oh? I thought you would prefer rock."
"Soft rock. I have varied tastes in music as well as sex. I hate heavy metal. It jangles my nerves. I like to listen to Beethoven when I get myself off. His music stirs my soul and soothes me at the same time."
Her dainty finger continued to slither up and down her glistening slit. He looked at her nipples. The pretty buds stood proudly erect on her luscious, firm tits—fat and long, as big as the end of his finger. He wanted to suck them, but hesitated to infringe upon her self-pleasure.
"Did you and Vicki get along okay while I was gone?"
"Like bosom buddies, love. I had to suck her off several times."
Entranced by what she was doing, he missed her message. He arched one eyebrow. "Had to?"
"Well, you know how it is, love. I couldn't very well leave a good friend in dreadful need, could I? She missed you. Without you here to fuck her every day, she would have climbed the walls. I didn't want you to come home and find her in a bitchy mood."
"She said you were an enchantress. She stays turned on most of the time. Do you?"
Tabitha grinned. "Sex makes the world go round, love. Life is hard. If you don't mix in a little fun, it gets to be a real bitch. You should be happy that your wife is a very sexual woman. Think how bad it would be if you were married to a frigid bitch who never spread her legs for you. A virile man like you should fuck at least once a day. Like vitamins. One a day keeps you in good health and fine spirits."
"Sometimes, I think she's going to wear me out." He still didn't understand the significance of Tabitha being there and not in her own apartment. If he thought his wife almost wore him out, he was in for a rude shock.
"Bullshit. A cock is a muscle. And, like any other muscle, the more you use it, the stronger it gets."
"You sound wise beyond your years," he said.
Tabitha grinned. "I know about fucking, love."
She started to take her fingers out of her snatch. He shook his head and put his hand on top of hers and wiggled it. She looked straight into his eyes and smiled. She slowly spread her legs wider apart and continued to stroke her clit.
"Are you going to finish?"
"Jacking off?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do you want me to? Does Vicki let you watch her get herself off?"
"Yes, sometimes. I think she does it more often when I'm not here."
"Do you think she's more uninhibited lately?"
"Well, she sure was the other night," he said. "I think she had more champagne than usual. She can get pretty wild when she drinks champagne. I think she had more than usual that night."
"A couple of glasses of champagne makes me totally wanton," she said with a soft giggle. "I feel very wanton right now, and I haven't had a drop to drink. I'll make a deal with you, love. You lick my clit a little, then I'll finish myself off. You'd better undress. I want you to fuck me as soon as I start cumming."
"Don't stop what you're doing," he said.
"Oh, I won't!" she exclaimed. "It feels too fucking good. Jacking off for an audience really gets my juices flowing."
He stood and peeled off his clothes the way a farmer shucks an ear of corn. His stiff prick jutted out from his loins, bouncing up and down as the blood pounded in his veins.
"Your juices always flow," he quipped.
He stroked his cock as he looked at her big tits, with their tender pink tips, her taut tummy, and her satin-smooth thighs. He stared at her sweet young pussy. After another long, hard look, his mouth began to water. He lifted her hand from her pussy. Her fingers glistened with her musky secretions. Staring into her eyes, he raised her fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.
"A tongue is much better than fingers," she said softly.
He nodded and got on his knees between her splayed legs. The fleshy lips of her pussy were swollen with lust. Her tangle of hair was disarranged from her hand action. Juice matted the hair along her slit. He lowered his mouth to her pussy.
She smiled again. If only he knew that his lovely wife had put her tongue and fingers in her pussy several times in the past three days. She assisted him by parting her pussy lips with her fingers, pulling back the fleshy folds and exposing her clitoris. The bud was slightly irritated from her finger. It was also extremely sensitive. Her body involuntarily tensed when his tongue and lips touched her secret garden. His kiss was gentle and soft. She sighed and relaxed.
He put the tip of his tongue on her clit and held it there, unmoving. He felt her love button pulsing. She was so sensitive to pleasure that just the touch of his tongue made her moan and writhe. He caressed her full tits, gently pinched the nipples and rolled them under his thumbs.
She put her hand behind his head and whispered, "Lick me, love."
His tongue began to move lickety-split and her sex gun fired. She tried to mash his whole face into her hairy twat as her hips bucked and twisted wildly. She took a long time to peak, and even longer to ebb. She grabbed his ears, pulled his head up, and kissed him.
"Now, I'll do it, love," she said softly. She released his ears and began to stimulate her clit with one finger. "You can help if you want."
He sat back down and eased two fingers into her slick hole. Her strong muscles began to spasm actively around his fingers.
"Ummmmmm, I love to have my clit stimulated and my cunt filled at the same time. I have a very big G spot, love. The big ridge on the head of your gorgeous cock got it good when you fucked me." She looked him straight in the eye and began to stroke her clit faster. "Play with your cock while you finger-fuck me, love. Get it real hard."
"It is real hard, baby."
"It will get harder," she replied confidently. "Watching me jack off really turns you on."
"Yes, it does," he agreed as he grasped his cock in his other hand and began to stroke it. He got his coordination straightened out and began to pump his fingers in and out of her hot, tight cunt simultaneously.
Her face clouded over with lust. "Soon, love, real soon," she whispered. She whipped her clit a little faster. "Your fingers feels so good. Curl the ends, get my G spot."
He curled his fingers and began to rub the tips rapidly along the top of her sheath. He felt her inner muscles begin to vibrate. "Like that?" he asked.
"Ooohhh, yes! Now, love, now!"
He waited until she was well into her orgasm, then withdrew his fingers and got on his knees. She continued to flog her clit furiously and twist her ass all over the couch. He put one hand on her stomach to slow her down. He grasped his cock in his other hand and stuffed the head in her sodden hole.
Tabitha's eyes widened, sparkling with pleasure. She snapped her hips under him and he penetrated her with one forceful plunge. A deep sigh of rapture bubbled out of her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, love! Yes!" She gasped, caught her breath and whispered, "Wonderful, love, wonderful!"
The exceptional snugness of her energetic young sex sheath gripping his cock, lashed his senses and whipped him into an audacious fucking frenzy. He jammed his dick into her and banged the head into the bottom of her love tunnel. She answered his aggressive move with a deep, sighing gasp and threw her cunt at him.
She groaned out loud. "Your big cock fills my little cunt so full!" she whimpered. "So fucking full."
His cock fit her tight sheath like a rubber glove. His hips began to rise and fall rhythmically as he fucked her slowly. Each thrust drove their sex fever higher. His belly slapped against hers. Her cunt gripped him like hot, wet velvet. She clung to his body like a barnacle stuck to the hull of an old ship.
Brad caught one tit and began to suck her hard nipple. She threw one arm around his neck and pressed his head against her tits. He thrust into her so hard that her body rocked. With a screeching wail, she tumbled over the edge and fell into a deep erotic abyss. He thrust deep into her cunt and his own orgasm arrived with a flash of brilliant lights and clash of cymbals. He felt as if his bones had turned to Jello as his semen gushed into her depths. Their bodies vibrated so hard it seemed they would come apart.
Abruptly, like puppets whose strings had been cut, they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs. They lay passively in the calm following a storm, too breathless to speak.
She frowned with disappointment and sighed as he pulled his cock out of her. She turned onto her side, put her arms around him, and snuggled up to him with an audible sigh of utter contentment.
She kissed his lips tenderly and said softly, "Thank you, love. I enjoy fucking you."
He caressed her firm, pointed tits. "Young lady, you are something else," he replied. "I wasn't too rough?"
"Oh, no! You did me just the way I wanted. As with music, my tastes for fucking vary. Sometimes I like it tender and gentle, sometimes I want to take charge, and sometimes I like to feel I'm submitting to my master. You caught me in a submissive mood this time." She chuckled. "I was lying in wait for you. I'm glad you caught on so quickly and gave it to me just the way I needed. Some guys never catch on."
"Some guys, huh?"
"Oh, I get around."
"So, Vicki was right."
"Vicki is right about a lot of things," she said cryptically. "I really liked the other night with you and her."
"I was very surprised that it happened. I had no idea she would do anything so wild."
You don't know the half of it! Tabitha said to herself. Your eyes would really bug out if you knew what your wife and I did while you were gone.
"We all get carried away sometimes. Games are fun."
"Uh huh. What games do you like best?"
"Trios," she answered without hesitation.
"With two men and you, or a man and woman and you? Does that cover all the possibilities?"
"Not quite." She chuckled sexily. "You forgot two women and me. I like it all. Getting fucked by two guys at the same time is absolutely adorable, but I like it best when I'm with a man and woman. Like with you and Vicki. That way, I get the best of both worlds."
"I'll have to remember that. I was afraid Vicki might throw you out, by the way."
"Well, as you can see, she hasn't thrown me out yet."
"I wish we could repeat what we did the other night," Brad said. "I just don't know how Vicki will react if I ask her."
"Oh, good things have a way of working themselves out, love."