But Dante didn't keep her attention for long, because now Valerie could feel Ann fucking still another finger into her hotly enveloping cuntal hole, plunging up through the ring of her wildly contracting muscles into the pink soft-walled depths of her raging cuntal furnace. The young dark-haired stripper reflexively arched her back in welcome to Ann's cunt-fucking fingers and she could feel the rising pressure of rampant sexual desire quivering in her belly while her buttocks were being gently, salaciously squeezed in tempo to match that of the salaciously circling fingers fucking up into her openly spread cunt!
"Ummmm… you like that? Am I doing okay?" Ann moaned above her.
"Yesss!!! Oh, darling, you feel so wonderful!" Valerie cried, feeling her own body going almost out of control with the madly swirling passions spiraling within it. Delightful spasms began now to wrack her body as she bucked and rocked beneath the steady, expert hand of her young lover… the hand that seemed by now to be almost a part of her insides as it molded to the wetly clinging contours of her cunt walls. Her legs kicked out wide and back and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rhythmically rolling hips and the warm softness of Ann's tongue on her stomach was driving her frantic with lust-crazed desire. It was all so good… if it never ever stopped, that would be much too soon! She felt the floods of moisture seeping down the alabaster flesh of her inner thighs and suddenly Ann's tongue was moving down… down… down…
And Valerie was no longer conscious of anything other than her own fiery needs. She let out a low moaning growl… her head tossed from side to side, wildly thrashing… her hands went down to Ann's head and held it… held it as Ann continued to tantalizingly lick at her steadily flowing cunt juices… to tease with excruciating pleasure at her flame-licked loins! Her lips mumbled incoherent grumbles now as she heard Dante's whining simper beside her and she desperately wanted him too!
Ann's other hand now found the opening between Valerie's buttocks and she slowly worked her finger into the tightness of her tiny puckered rectal opening. She wormed it in as far as the flat of her palm… swiveled it around in the tightly clasping cavern… wriggled it playfully and slid in and out of the warmly moist opening in rhythmic tempo to the fingers that were skewering still into the woman's erotically seething cunt…
Arid then it happened. With a smile of delight, knowing she'd succeeded, Ann heard a wild wailing emerging from Valerie's throat. "I'm cummmmmming!"
Dr. Carl Dexter carefully marked the tape, a sly smile on his lips. Boy, that was one hot interview, all right, and damn, if Ann hadn't been out in the back yard sunning, he just might have continued that interview in a more practical vein! He couldn't help but laugh when he found out that the man on stage with her yesterday was her boyfriend! Boy, he bet they had some hot dates!
But all was not lost; she'd consented to having lunch with him one of these days. And by God, just as soon as this damned report was in, he just might call her up.
Back to work… he strolled into the study and lifted the Dictaphone machine down off the shelf. Squatting, he plugged it in and then adjusted the table lamp so that Ann couldn't complain too much about having to work on Saturday. Checking his watch, he realized his wife had plenty of time to get burned out there in the hot sun. A few sprigs of fresh flowers in a vase on her work table, a fresh glass of the red wine that she adored so, and it was all ready for Ann.
Time to fetch the little woman from the backyard…!
"I'm cuuummming!" stormed into Carl's ears as his eyes were greeted by the sight of his wife's eagerly licking tongue fucking into the pinkly glistening folds of the voluptuous young Valerie Barren's desperately straining cunt on the cool green grass of their back yard. Beside them sat Dante, Valerie's German shepherd, the one Valerie had told him about in her interviews – about how she'd found companionship with the animal after her first husband was killed racing cars. The dog sat there intently gazing at the lewdly performing women with his long pink tongue lolling wetly out of the side of his mouth as he panted around it.
He heard Valerie's voice become a whimpering sob and then break out into a wailing scream as the spasms of her convulsive orgasm rippled through her nakedly thrashing body so that it jerked and trembled violently in its moisturized nakedness. Wave after wave of the sublime, rapturous release echoed through her quivering loins in her sweet agony as her mouth let out another piercing wail sounding like a wild banshee. Finally, her tremors began to subside and it was then that Carl stepped up to hover over the nakedly writhing woman.
"Well, what's going on here?" he heard himself say. Jesus, he'd never seen anything so sexy in his life – his wife and Valerie, the stripper, making love to each other in his own back yard! Good God! Ann must be taking her work too seriously.
"Carl!" Ann screamed, her eyes flashing open, her arms instantly moving to cover up her nakedness to no avail. Dante began to growl menacingly at the intruder, in his confused bewilderment thinking him a threat to his two lovely human female companions.
"That's okay, boy," Carl said softly, extended a tight fist toward the dog's nose so that the dog knew he was no threat.
"It's okay, Dante. Come here," Valerie murmured to her dog, who grudgingly quieted down, though his large black eyes were still flashing with mistrust and suspicion.
"Carl… I… I," Ann began to stammer before she was interrupted by Valerie's amused tones.
"Well, Doctor Dexter, you wanted to know about my sex life and now you've got a first hand account!" she clapped her small hands together merrily, much to the confusion of Ann Dexter who, paling, felt more ashamed and embarrassed then she could ever remember feeling in her whole life. How could she even begin to explain the salacious sight of herself making love to another woman. Best to remain silent and still, she reasoned. Surprisingly, Valerie seemed neither embarrassed or ashamed. In fact, she seemed happy that Carl had suddenly stumbled upon them.
"Yes, it adds to the interest," Carl responded, no trying to hide the surprised amusement in his voice, "I-I hope I haven't interrupted anything!"
"Oh no, we just got started, Dr. Dexter!"
Ann looked at the stripper with wide eyes. How could she joke at a time like this? My God, Carl must be seething inside that calm demeanor.
"If you'd like to join the party, Dr., I'm sure Ann wouldn't mind. Would you Ann?"
She opened her mouth, but no words came out. My God, was this really happening to her? How could anyone be as brazen as this Valerie Barren? As if it hadn't been enough that she'd successfully seduced Ann, now she was asking Ann's husband to join in!
"Well?" Valerie's eyes teased, staring at the growing bulge in the doctor's suit pants. "Aren't you going to join us; are you liberated enough?" she giggled.
"Damn right I am!" And with that Carl began to tear off his sports jacket, then he loosened his tie and threw it onto the ground. His tie was quickly followed by his shirt, shoes, socks, trousers and undershorts, in that order until his clothes were lying in a crumpled heap upon the grass beside the two naked women.
"W-what's going on?" Ann finally managed to stammer, her voice high and thin and weak. She'd never seen Carl so anxious to get laid in his life! Carl? Was this her paunchy, snoring Carl… fifteen-second Carl, as she thought of him on those frustrated mornings. "What's… are you really?"
"We're just going to have a little party, that's all," Valerie said soothingly. "The more the merrier, as they say," she giggled, raising her shoulders.