"That's exactly what I mean," Martin said. "I set this whole thing up because I wanted to see the two of you get back together, and I'm not going to leave until that happens. Of course, if you don't want to supply your wife with the fucking she needs, I'd be more than willing to stand in for you."
Martin meant every word of that. He never bluffed, and to prove it, he reached out and ran his hand lightly over Kate's right breast, letting his fingers open and close around the succulent flesh of her passion-swelling orb.
"You keep your hands off her," Mark said quickly. "I… I can take care of my own wife."
"Then prove it," Martin said. "Get down and suck her. This I have to see."
Kate and Mark looked at each other, not exactly knowing how to start. Mark had licked Kate's cunt before, on the honeymoon. But that had been when they were all alone in the hotel room. Doing something like that with so many people watching…
"Get down on the floor, Kate," Martin instructed. "Make it a little easier for him. Shit, woman, you were complaining that he didn't fuck you. What the hell are you waiting for?"
"Well… there's you and…"
"Just do it and quit bitching," Niven said, looking at Mark for a moment and then returning her attention to Siegfried, who was watching the proceedings attentively. There were two naked women in the room, and his sense of smell could tell that both of them were aroused. He wondered which one he would get a chance to fuck!
Seeing that there was really nothing to stop her, Kate took the incentive. She lowered herself and stretched out languorously on the floor, her soft round buttocks digging into the rug, her arms stretched high above her head. Mark fell to his knees beside her, and after regarding her for a moment, he let his hands begin to roam hotly over her exposed body. He felt like such a fool for running out on her like he had. The more he thought about it, the more sense Martin made. Why shouldn't he lick his wife's cunt with other people watching? It was pretty obvious that there were no secrets among the little gathering, not after all he had seen. In a moment, he managed to mold his wife's body into twitching desire.
Kate felt spasmodic jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the air of the room played over her feverish flesh. She felt Mark's strong hands close over her buttocks from underneath, then slip up to her thighs, drawing them apart, lifting up the plane of her pubis like a lascivious chalice. His fingertips slid freely into the red jungle of her cuntal mound, and he wormed them into her willing vagina, sending her into further spasms of delight. She was responding to him, her whole body twisting and jerking as he teased her lovingly between her wide-spread thighs. It suddenly made no difference that there were two other people in the room. She had her husband back, and that was all that mattered.
Changing his approach, Mark withdrew his hands, then slowly, gently, drew them over the flat plane of her abdomen, kneading the smoothly pliant flesh as though he were exploring her for the first time, before descending once more into the ever-moistening red curls of her pubic fleece. He stretched out his middle finger and teased it along the length of her moistly welcoming cuntal furrow.
"Oooooohhhhh… aaaaahhhh…" Kate moaned in a long, soft abandoned manner. She groaned again, her body slowly jackknifing under his caressing. Pinwheels of light flashed in the backs of her eyes.
Mark looked for a moment away from the glistening slit of his wife's cunt, his eyes pleading with Martin to leave, so he could be alone with his wife. There were so many things that had to be said. He could fuck her later, he reasoned, after the air between them had been cleared.
Martin seemed to know what was running through Mark's mind, though, and he merely smiled, his own penis getting larger and swollen. Absent mindedly, he reached out and circled his arm around Niven, pulling her blonde nakedness tight against his powerful frame.
Seeing that Martin and Niven were going to be staying around until he finished with his wife, he returned his attention to Kate. He gazed at her nakedness as though he were in deep meditation. His thumbs moved against the swollen outer lips of her pussy and slowly pressed the soft, hair-fringed lips apart. He studied the ragged delicate edges of the moist pink flesh as though he were seeing it for the first time as they trembled to the pulse-beat of her aroused desire. He could see the burgeoning knob of her clitoris, palpitating to an anxious rhythm between the fleshy protective lips. Below it was the pale star guarding the entrance to her seething velvet passage. His mouth hung loose as he gazed with increasing interest at his wife's eagerly awaiting pussy. How could he have been such a fool, he wondered? Not even Niven's sweet pussy, with all its blonde beauty and experience, could match the delightfulness of the vagina of the woman he had married.
Then he rose up and suddenly enclosed one delicate bud of her breast in his mouth, licking and savoring its passionate hardness and swirling it around and around with his tongue, bringing moan after moan from Kate. He removed his mouth and smiled lovingly at her, wanting her to know that he would forgive her if she would forgive him. She was not looking at him though. She was already letting her body become lost in the glowing pleasures her husband was finally bringing her. Seeing that she had already forgotten about his one transgression, he enclosed the other breast nipple in his mouth and teased it to the same hardness as the first before trailing his lips down along the flat stretch of her torso between the deep-clefted valley of her luscious mounds. He stopped for a lingering moment at her navel to probe and stab the tiny aperture with his darting tongue. Then he moved lower still until he was poised over her moist, quivering cuntal mound.
Kate was tense with excitement. This is what she had wanted him to do this morning… and this evening when he had come home from work. Even though she knew she was being watched, she didn't care. She was going to have her husband back, and that was all that mattered to her. Even the wonderful cunt-licking Siegfried had given her vanished from her mind as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth with ecstatic anticipation.
Mark settled down on his knees between her smooth widespread thighs, his fingers opening and closing in the flesh of her trim, shapely legs, his eyes fixed on the dripping pink blossom of her cunt. He too was smiling in anticipation.
And then he darted out with his tongue, giving her a clean, searing swipe all along the quivering slit of her shivering vagina.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…!" she moaned as his long tongue slapped at her, probed and searched in her trembling slit. There was no doubt in her mind. Even with two total strangers watching, her husband's tongue on her cunt was wildly exciting. Visions of the time they had spent together in their honeymoon room flashed through her brain, and she knew that she was going to relive those pleasures.
Mark's lingual assault gathered in intensity as he sensed that she no longer cared about the audience. His tongue began long, slow sweeping strokes along the juicy split of her greedily pulsating cunt. His lips were nipping and pulling at the stray wisps of her flaming pubic hair, bringing moan after passionate moan from her parted lips. He thrust his tongue into the smooth membrane of her deepest secret folds, teasing at the soft, fleece-rimmed lips that guarded the burning channel of her cunt. His teeth inserted themselves through the swollen pussy lips and bit at the warm wet layers inside while he inhaled the deep heady aromas of her flowering womanhood.
He continued to slaver ecstatically at Kate's hungering pussy, wringing a delirium of incredible sensations from the electrified zone of her loins. This was no cheap pick up, as Niven had been. This was his wife… the woman he loved, and he could see now that he had been acting like a child that morning.
His mouth dived into her cunt, making loud sucking noises that seemed to fill the entire apartment. Kate's hands were already clutching at his hair, the way she clutched there when he had first done this to her. She was pulling his head tighter and tighter against her pulsing, throbbing clitoris as she shrieked out in unabashed joy as he surrounded the tiny knob with his teeth, holding it delicately. He ran the tip of his agile tongue round and round, over and under the near bursting organ, causing her to shake and flail her legs with the massive tremors sweeping through her body.