“Knowing you, Baby… I don’t think you’ll have any problems at all… especially if we play it the way I explained it to you…”
She gasped with pleasure as his hand began to rummage in the moist, sensate flesh of her pussy. Inviting more of the same, her thighs parted, slightly, to allow him further access. Relaxing back against the cushions, Vivian let him have his way with her. It was one of the things she enjoyed most on Matt’s middle-of-the-week day of relaxation… and recreation: The fact that she had him all to herself.
Vivian realized she was lucky to have Matt Bender for a husband. He was one of the most successful physicians in the whole state… with an income to match his success. All she had to do was to look around their home to assure herself of that.
Then, there was sex… the kind that was coming up in just a few moments. His demands for sex-of all kinds – was boundless; of course, she mused, her own sexual appetite was a good match of his. That’s what she liked about Matt. He was tolerant… and he expected the same of her. By common consent, they both sought sexual satisfaction with other partners. They both did what they liked; the only rule was there was to be no subterfuge, nothing was hidden from each other. The only other iron-clad agreement was that she had to be available when he wanted her, and his day off was almost always spent with her. Actually, their arrangement had strengthened their marriage… especially after they had become members of the group… a swap club. That was their real smorgasbord!
Down below, she felt his warm breath wash over the pulsing, sensitive flesh of her cunt, and she knew what to expect next. Shifting herself into position for him, she parted her shapely, tapering thighs wide, thrusting one leg up over the low back of the couch, the other pulled widely to the side… and she held her breath, expectantly, waiting for the first flesh-searing contact. AAaaggh! His tongue dipped into the rapidly moistening channel to run in tiny teasing circles just inside the opening of her throbbing cuntal passage. She groaned aloud. “Oh, Matt… that feels good!”
Something unintelligible came from him, his hot breath washing over her sensate furrow, but she knew he had heard and responded. Anyway, he knew exactly what she liked and how she liked it. That was part of their exceptional compatibility.
Matt was a good lover. No. He was more than that; he was really outstanding! Of all the different men she had experienced, Matt was still the best; the one who could bring her to full arousal… and satisfy her, every time! In a way he’s an artist! He plays on a woman’s body like an accomplished musician plays his instrument! 000oooooh!
As Vivian’s hips began to move in uncontrollable, little circles up against her husband’s mouth, she remembered how hard it had been, that first time, when she had watched him fuck another woman. It was Marcia, the red-headed fireball wife of the novelist, who lay under him, that night, her legs pulled up all the way to her breasts, mashing them, cruelly, while Matt’s big cock had plundered her unmercifully. She had watched in reluctant, horrified fascination until they had collapsed… but only after the redhead had cum four times… But, it was harder, I think… when the novelist was making it with me… and I knew Matt was watching…
Now, Matt’s tongue was on the throbbingly erect shaft of her clitoris, and she gasped with the pleasurable shock of it, her hands going down to Matt’s head to guide him… and let him know her enjoyment of it. “Oh, God… Matt! Eat me… good… and all the way!” she moaned.
His tongue, moist and warm, was like smooth honey on her. Suddenly, she thrust her loins up at him in a supplication to him to do it, again. His tongue had left her clitoris and moved down the full length of her now hungrily pulsating furrow, until the tip of it was probing at the wrinkled, brown ring of her anus. The erotic shock of it was almost too much. Constant mewling sounds emitted from her mouth, as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm. His probing tongue there made her remember that Matt had joined the novelist, after a few moments… and both of them had fucked her, the big, rawboned writer rampaging in her searing cunt… while Matt’s big cock had introduced her to the impossible joys of anal intercourse, for the first time. I hadn’t thought it possible… to be fucked by two men at the same time! She had had it that way several times since; actually, she rather preferred it, for she always experienced multiple orgasms. There isn’t anything quite like it… especially when you can just cum and cum. and keep cumming…
Matt’s mouth was tucked in tight against the flesh of her cunt, now, his tongue plundering in and out of her throbbing passage with greater speed. Her hands on his head held him in to her even closer, and her pelvis moved wildly with her head.
“Make me cum… darling!” she moaned.
Then… the convulsive rapture of her first orgasm came to her, and she rose to meet it, her thighs splaying out, her hips jerking upwards to his mouth, offering him the whole of her being.
“Aaaaaaaauuuughhhh! Oh, that’s it, Matt!” she cried. “I’m cummmmmming! Aaaaaaauuuuuuggggghhhbh!” Then, as tiny aftershocks of it coursed through her, she begged him, “Keep me cumming, Matt!”
He knew what she wanted. His tongue was already busy on her, again, licking insanely at the pulsating head of her clitoris. Before her body could descend to a lower level of arousal, she was back on the mountain top of another orgasm. “Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhh! Oh, Cod, Matt that’s it! Again!… And, again!” she pleaded. “AAnnd
Aaagggaaaaaaaaaiiiiin!
She came… and came, until she slumped back into the cushions of the couch in final surrender, her eyes closed, breath coming in short, panting gasps.
Matt Bender leaned his torso over her, captured her soft, sensuously pliant lips and kissed her tenderly, his tongue probing into her mouth until she began to suck and nibble on it, hungrily. After a few moments he leaned away from her and said, “Not that you need the practice, Darling… but what say we go into the bedroom… for a preview of your little scene with Bill Wright?”
“You still want to go through with that?”
“You know it! Just wait until you see her!” he said, enthusiastically.
“You’re a bastard sometimes, Matt!” she said, smiling up at him. “But a lovable bastard! She must really be something… or you wouldn’t have that goatish gleam in your eye!”
“Would you like to have a description?”
“No… I’ll be seeing her, myself… and if she’s all you say… maybe I’d be interested, too…”
“Well… there’s always a possibility for a nice trio!” he said, without rancor, accepting his wife’s point of view.
“Then you’ll do it?”
“For you, Darling… yes,” she said, rising from the couch to take him by the hand and leading the way to their bedroom.
Doctor Bender threw his dressing robe from him and stripped off his pajamas, then, he removed her only garment, a frilly, feminine peignoir. She stood before him, proudly naked, perfectly sculpted in living, vibrant flesh, every detail of her lovely body etched into his memory. He clasped her in his strong arms and murmured, “You won’t be sorry… Wright’s got something there for you… we’ve just got to get it started, again.”
“We…?” she questioned.
“Sure! My session with his sexy little wife is the other side of the coin!” he told her.
With mutual consent, they sank down to the soft bed, Matt stretching out to full length.and pulling his wife down on top of him. She kissed him, feelingly, then as she moved down, slithering her body, sinuously, the soft moistness of her lips trailing down across his chest to pay homage, briefly, to the two, tiny male nipples, she raised her head to say, “Of-course, this is all in the name of medical science…”
He caught her sarcastic approach. “Certainly you little bitch! It’ll kill two birds, as they say… besides I’m in the mood for a strange piece of tail… and I’m really going to enjoy my fucking work!”