Instead she found herself edging open the half closed bedroom door to watch. What she saw angered and excited her at the same time.
The two women lay naked in each other's arms, licking every inch of flesh ferociously. Ryan had slipped her body down so that her mouth rested on the model's taut breasts. She had slipped her lips over the red nipple, pulling it out, stretching it to full stiffness while her free hand caressed downward till it reached the woman's crotch.
Just Ryan's hand on the woman's crotch had changed the scene on the bed violently. In seconds they were in sixty-nine position, their thighs spread wide so that they could plunge their tongues as deeply into each other's cunts as possible. Facing Dex had been the woman's full spread ass, the crack between her round white cheeks spread open to reveal her puckered asshole and the faint line of pubic down running to her cunt lips. Ryan's head had bobbed up and down, her tongue stretched out of her full, wide-open mouth, in order to lick up the swollen cunt lips and to titillate the distended clitoris.
She had listened to their grunts silently. They had gone at each other's bodies like two hungry animals. Dex remembered the desolation at feeling that she had obviously never really satisfied Ryan if she could react like this to another woman. Her sense of failure made her timid, stopped her from rushing into the room and pulling the two of them apart.
Despite herself, her fingers had rubbed over her breasts as she had watched the two of them. They were two bitches in heat, devouring each other, tugging each other to orgasm. They had aroused her incredibly. Her nipples had rubbed her blouse almost painfully. The burning sensation in her pussy had sent her hand down to satisfy herself automatically.
Dex had lost control watching them in heated fascination. Her hand had slipped inside her slacks, in between her panties and the smooth flesh of her belly and had thrust downward. Burying her fingers in her cunt, stroking her clit, plunging her fingers up her juicy hole, she had continued watching. The two had licked and sucked each other's cunts with passionate precision. She had watched, unable to control her hand, stroking herself to orgasm.
She could still see that scene as plainly as if it were happening now right in front of her. The hoarse grunting as they had sucked each other closer and closer to their peak. The juices running over Ryan's full sucking mouth. The thrust of the model's wide, full ass as she shoved it down on her lover's face. The gleam of sweat on the woman's back.
And then they had come, together, their bodies simultaneously wracked with spasms and cries of lust. Her own finger had darted forcefully over her cunt, trying to match the double orgasm in front of her, and, in that way, to become a part of it. Somehow if they all came at the same time she would not feel so abandoned.
Her face drenched with her own saliva and the model's cunt juices, Ryan had suddenly noticed Dex standing in the doorway, slightly doubled over with her arm half way inside her slacks. Instead of shock, a flicker of a grin had played over her mouth.
"You should have joined us, Dex," was her only statement until they had gotten home. Then all hell had broken loose. The honeymoon was over. And it never had begun again.
Reliving the entire scene, Dex wondered why she had clung to Ryan all those years since. Her eyes now refocused on Ryan stretched out in the bathtub. The two nipples on her floating breasts were stiff with anticipation. The answer was right in front of her. She just could never get enough of Ryan. Punishment or pleasure, it made no difference as long as the woman was there.
Ryan's forehead was creased in a scowl.
"Dex, I'm talking to you!"
"What? I was thinking of something else. Sorry. What did you say?" asked Dex vaguely, trying to shake her mind out of the past and back into this situation in the bathroom. As if to help bring reality back, she reached down and picked up the wash cloth and rubbed Ryan's neck and then her breasts with it.
"Well, it's ironic," Ryan said. "For the first time in I don't know how many years, I was faithful to you last night."
The words struck her full in the face, but Dex felt nothing. She was numb to this kind of irony now. So what if a fluke of fate had given her her first infidelity and had kept Ryan faithful. Ryan had gone out looking for a new woman. It didn't make any real difference that she had not found one to her liking.
Dex leaned down and played her tongue over the outline of Ryan's chin. In seconds her tongue flicked over the full, sensuously curved lips, then plunged in. She kissed Ryan passionately, lolling her tongue lazily around the small warm mouth, sucking at her tongue, drawing the woman's breath into her own mouth. She opened her eyes as she kissed for a second and was met by Ryan's startled gaze: Dex stopped kissing and drew back.
"Don't you want to know anything about it?" asked Ryan, almost plaintively. Dex tried to hide her smile of pleasure.
So, unexpectedly, she now found herself in control of the situation. Ryan couldn't understand how Dex remained so calm. Well, Dex hardly understood it herself.
"How come?" she asked simply because Ryan was waiting for her to inquire.
"That's how it is sometimes. I don't know."
Dex lifted an eyebrow in surprise. She had expected some complicated tirade.
"That's not much of an explanation," Dex blurted out.
"Double irony," replied Ryan. "Now you want me to explain why I was faithful to you."
Dex wasn't impressed. Maybe Ryan was beginning to get tired, slow down. Maybe the old race horse was just tired of the course. There was no way to tell what might be going on inside Ryan's head. All Dex could count on was a new sense of freedom.
Yes, freedom, a voice spoke in her head. She had cut the chains. No longer did she feel obligated to Ryan in the same way. No longer would she watch and wait for Ryan to come home. No longer would she suffer the tortures that Ryan inflicted without concern.
"Now it's my turn," Dex said, half aloud, half to herself.
"Don't talk about it," Ryan said abruptly. She reached up and stroked her fingers down inside the collar of Dex's shirt. "Let's pretend that it all never happened."
With a whoosh of water, Ryan sat up. She pressed her cool mouth firmly to Dex's lips.
The wet body left water soaked through her clothes, and Dex shuddered with the sensuality of contact. Ryan wanted her. And now, because of Gena, the fact that an unknown person had come between them in some way, Ryan was ready to give Dex everything.
Silly, childish little Gena had suddenly given her so much. Dex wanted to shake her head in amazement, maybe burst out laughing at the absurdity of the situation. True to habit, however, she responded fully to Ryan's ploy. The beautiful body pressing against her, the firm flesh soaking through her clothing, destroyed her will. She wanted that body. She wanted it now.
She lifted Ryan out of the tub and dragged her, dripping wet, into the bedroom. Dex flung her onto the unmade bed and climbed in beside her. As she covered Ryan's body with kisses, a small voice whispered inside her head: scaredy cat.
CHAPTER THREE
Ryan lay with her legs spread wide, watching Dex. The pink slit between her fast swelling labia gleamed out between the wet hairs of her pubis. The mound of flesh was splitting open to receive Dex's eager tongue. Daylight glistened in the droplets of water that beaded along Ryan's flesh. Goose bumps rose in concentric circles around the damp breasts. She pressed the heels of her palms into her erect nipples.
"Come to me, baby," she whispered.
Dex snorted, wishing it were already night. Her mouth moved rapidly over the willing body and her own tingled from the contact. Yet the ache throbbing through her loins had a peculiar, lonely quality. The pain of desire was more of an echo now. True, Ryan was here; Ryan wanted her. But today, Dex could not be entirely satisfied with that.