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  I was remembering Ginny looking at me while she licked my pussy and what she looked like when she made herself come. I could feel the orgasm start to build, and I knew I would be there in a hurry. When I felt the first orgasm approach, I knew I’d fall when it hit, and quickly dropped to a squatting position, legs spread, pussy wide open to Steven’s eyes. I finished the first orgasm then brought myself off two more times, finally collapsing in a heap on the floor.

  I took a moment and collected my sanity before crawling between Steven’s knees. He was still inhaling through the crotch of my panties, eyes glazed, his mind immersed in some private fantasy.

  When my hand touched his shaft, his whole body jerked. His eyes sought mine, begging for attention. I breathed his scent, clean and smelling of our body wash. He was drenched in pre-cum. The slick stuff was matting the hair around his genitals, leaking over his ball sack and seeping into the crack of his ass. His balls were tight against his body, and I took them in my hand and caressed them.

  I knew he was close and expected he would come within half-a-dozen strokes. I took just the head of his erection in my mouth and gave it a few gentle sucks. Immediately I realized I’d miscalculated. Without warning the first hot jet struck the back of my mouth, startling me. The second spurt struck me in the face, but I recovered and closed my mouth over the erupting geyser and captured the rest of his ejaculate in my mouth. Steven tasted salty sweet. If I’m in the right mood, I swallow, but this wasn’t one of those times. I let it all run out around his cock then smeared it up over his hairy body and down his thighs, enjoying the slick stickiness and the smell of raw mushrooms.

  “God, that was hot, Joanne.”

  Should I call him on the threesome bit? I wondered. Could a threesome get Steven to lead in to the sex act with more foreplay, enjoy the build-up and the afterglow of sex? I doubted it. In fact, I had serious doubts that anything could save my marriage, after today. But, maybe I should do the threesome in the remote chance that Steven might see the two sides of sex–the giving and receiving–and understand that both can be overwhelmingly pleasurable.

  I sat back on the floor and cleaned my hands on his hairy legs. “Was it hotter than two women making love?”

  He didn’t have to think long, “Almost.”

  “Steven, I know lesbian sex turns you on. Would you like to ask another woman to have sex with us?”

  Steven didn’t say anything for a while. There was surprise and uncertainty on his face. A tongue tied lawyer, now that’s a sight. Finally, he asked, “Could you do that? Have sex with another woman, I mean?”

  “Well, maybe, if it was the right woman.”

  “How would we find the right woman? What would the >right woman’ be like?”

  Out of meanness, I decided to lead him along for a while, “I think, blond, a good body, a good personality, healthy.”

  “Where would I find that? A prostitute?”

  “No! Never! I’d have to like her, have something in common with her.”

  “In other words, an impossibility. Thanks for getting my hopes up and then dashing them. I couldn’t find anyone like that.”

  “I don’t think it’s impossible, at all. Besides, who said you would be finding her?”

  That took him back, he said, “You mean you would try to find someone?” “Absolutely! If we do it, I’ll find her. If I’m going to have sex with a woman, the woman has to be my choice.”

  “Okay! Good Luck!”

  That’s all he said on the matter. He was dismissing the whole idea. Obviously he was angry that I wouldn’t let him pick a woman for my sex partner? Well, fuck him.

  What an asshole he’s turning out to be. Hey, that’s an idea. Maybe I won’t fuck him. I was amazed at how much I’d changed in the last few hours. I’d always worried that I couldn’t make my marriage work, and now I don’t give a damn.

  He asked, “You want to shower first?”

  “Sure.”

  His superior attitude really made me angry. As I showered, I thought about all the times we’d had sex and I’d left the act frustrated. I couldn’t count the times I’d needed to masturbate in the shower or on the toilet. He didn’t think I could find a woman for our threesome. His attitude pissed me off. Well, I wouldn’t tell him who it is until she walks into our bedroom. Surprise him, that’s what Ginny had said. Well, maybe I’d have another surprise for him.

  I set everything up with Ginny, and we decided our threesome would take place on Saturday afternoon. Steven had to be at the office that morning. I wouldn’t even tell him I’d found someone for a threesome.

  Saturday afternoon I dressed in my newest and sexiest sleep clothes, and when

  Steven came home about one-thirty, I met him at the door with his favorite drink.

  I led Steven to the bedroom and got him undressed. I told him I had a special surprise, but first I had to secure him to the bed and put a ball gag in his mouth–Ginny had borrowed one for me.

  “You want to tie me to the bed? I don’t know, Joanne. We’ve never been into bondage.”

  “Oh, don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, I promise. I just plan get you sexually excited, before the big finish. Any pain will be pleasurable.”

  “Well, okay, but no whipping and no anal stuff. You promise?”

  “I promise, no whipping and no anal.” Steven allowed me to spread-eagle him and tie his hands and feet to the bed posts. Our master bedroom is quite large and contains several pieces of furniture, one of which is a loveseat. I placed a pillow beneath Steven’s head allowing him to see the entire room in comfort. Apparently Steven found the unknown of bondage arousing; already his cock was standing tall. “Comfy?” I asked, stroking his dick a few times.

  “I’m okay. What’s this special surprise?”

  I gave his balls a squeeze and said, “Now, it wouldn’t be a surprise, if I told you, would it? Be patient, Steven, you’ll see soon. No more talking. I’m going to put this ball gag in now, to keep you from talking. Anything else you want to say, first?”

  “I guess not. This better be worth it.”

  I inserted the ball gag, and stood back and admired my work. Being in control of Steven in a sexual situation was arousing. I wondered why I’d never thought of doing this kind of thing before.

  I’d purposely left the door open when we entered the bedroom. After closing it, I stepped to the side, looked directly at him and began caressing myself, putting a dreamy look into my eyes, as though my hands were arousing me. Steven watched with anticipation, wondering what was about to happen. I’d been caressing myself for nearly a minute when the bedroom door suddenly opened and Ginny entered as though she might be coming in to see me. She was wearing jeans, a tee-shirt and no bra. When she saw Steven spread-eagled on the bed and me in my sleepwear, she feigned shock. Her mouth dropped open, her hand went to her mouth and she babbled, “Oh God, Joni. I didn’t know you were busy. I’m so sorry! The back door was open and I just walked in. Please forgive me!” She took one more horrified look at Steven and lowered her eyes. Even I believed she was serious; and when I looked at Steven, he’d turned beet red. His expression was one of dire humiliation. I’d never seen him so embarrassed.

  “No, no. Ginny, it’s my fault, I completely forgot I was going to show you the new shoes I bought yesterday.” I led her to the loveseat. We sat, and I kissed her full on the lips, saying, “I’m really sorry Ginny. Will you forgive me?” Then, as though we were alone, I placed my hand on her breast and searched for the nipple underneath the tee. I kissed her again. This time I licked across her lips.

  Ginny just looked at me for a moment, then she said, “God, Joni, that was so hot. Would you do that again?”

  By this time, Steven should have surmised it was a setup. When I glanced at him, I was certain. He looked as though he was all set to enjoy the show.

  Ginny and I dropped all pretense and got “down and dirty” so to speak. I was already very close to naked, and I wanted Ginny there too. It was my first time mak
ing love to a woman, but my last few days of fantasizing had convinced me I wanted to do it more than anything.

  Making sure I was angled just right for Steven to get the full effect of our love making, I kissed Ginny more passionately. As I licked across her lips again, I heard a sharp intake of breath from Steven and imagined the lust building in him. I imagined how much he wanted to stroke his cock and knew he was frustrated because he couldn’t. Ginny and I had discussed how we were going to build Steven’s arousal beyond his limits, and I could tell from his whimpers, he was halfway there.

  Ginny stayed still and let me control the direction of our love making. My tongue explored her mouth, her face, her neck. Quickly I pulled her tee over her head. She whimpered loudly when my fingers abused her erect nipples, and Steven’s whimper followed Ginny’s like an echo.

  I removed my own skimpy coverings and tossed them to the floor. Ginny lay back into the corner of the couch and I moved over her, kissing her mouth again with my tongue. She was having a hard time being submissive, but we had agreed that I would do her first. I kissed down her body, across her breasts, paying devotion to her erect nipples.

  Being totally in control of a sexual situation gave me a rush I had never before felt. I very much liked the sense of power, and hearing the moans of pleasure my touches were bringing from Ginny, gave a new dimension to that sense of power.

  Her navel was visible above her jeans, and I spent some time tonguing and kissing it. She was squirming, watching my every move. In our previous encounter, I hadn’t kissed her below the chest, and I assumed she was wondering if I would actually eat her pussy.

  I undid the button at her waist and took the zipper, pulling it down slowly, my lips following the parting zipper. The scent of Ginny’s arousal struck me; not as ripe as I remembered it a few days ago, but the same intoxicating scent filled my sinuses, making my pussy leak.

  I pulled Ginny’s jeans down over her hips revealing white, lace-fringed panties. When I saw their damp crotch, I knew I’d done something right.

  The eroticism of the situation was almost too much for me. Ginny had placed her body completely at my disposal, to do with as I pleased. I was breathing the sexual aroma of a beautiful woman. I was about to kiss her wet pussy, and my bound and helpless husband was my audience. I couldn’t wait. Almost before her jeans hit the floor, I had spread her thighs and was licking the wet spot on her panties, watching her need grow. My tongue teased her panty-clad pussy until it became a barrier to the real object of my lust. If I’d had any hesitation before, it was all gone. My lust was like a hunger I needed to feed. I whipped her panties down her legs and off, almost destroying them in my haste and heard more whimpers from Steven. I’d forgotten about him. I glanced in his direction and saw him erect and writhing, straining at his bonds. Good!

  Let him suffer, I thought. What I was about to do, would surely push him even higher.

  I’d never eaten pussy, but I knew I’d be good at it. The urge to go immediately to Ginny’s fragrant cunt was powerful, but I had to remember I was putting on a show for Steven. I wanted his need to build to the point of agony.

  Bringing my excitement under control, I lay on Ginny, meshing our breasts, probing her mouth with my tongue, my fingers in her pussy. She moaned loudly, her body straining beneath me. My lips and tongue moved down Ginny’s body, paying a long moment’s attention to the erect nipples. Then I was where I wanted to be, lying between Ginny’s thighs, my mouth clamped to her vagina, lapping up her juices like a greedy cat lapping milk.

  When I peeked over her mound, our eyes locked and she moaned, “Oh Joni, that’s so good. If you keep it up, I’m going to gush in your mouth.” To torture Steven even more, we’d planned that she would verbalize her excitement, and I knew it wasn’t fake; I could feel her body already beginning to tremble, and there was a quaver in her voice. “Oh yes, fuck me with your tongue, Joni. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Steven was whimpering again and thrashing; it was constant. “That’s it Joni. That’s it. Suck it. Suck my clit. Harder, suck it harder. Keep going. I’m almost there. I’m going to come. I’m ... I’m...” And she did; Ginny screamed and went over, thrashing and grunting. I rode it out with her, keeping my mouth in place until she pushed me away.

  I moved up and kissed her, sharing her taste and smell. After Ginny licked my chin and cheeks, I pulled away and asked, “How’d I do for my first time?”

  “You were amazing. One of the best pussy lickers I’ve found. I think I’ll keep you.” She giggled and kissed me.

  Steven had been quiet since Ginny’s orgasm. When we saw his cock lying limply on his scrotum and four long strings of ejaculate strung across his abdomen and chest, one lying squarely across his ball gag and upper lip, we knew our show was a success. Obviously Steven had vicariously experienced Ginny’s orgasm.

  I chastised him, teasingly, “Oh Steven, what a mess you’ve made of yourself. Was our surprise a little too much? I’m sorry you couldn’t wait. But that was only Act One; Act Two is coming up; Ginny’s going to make me come, now. Want to watch?”

  I could tell he was angry. He struggled at his bonds. I think he wanted to hit me, but, from the look in his eyes, he also wanted to see Ginny make me come. He mumbled something unintelligible and then was quiet.

  Looking down at Steven, I felt some guilt; I’d wanted to get back at him for being so selfish, for giving no thought to my needs and wants. I’d never been a vicious, vindictive person, but I’d planned this vengeance by myself. Ginny had simply gone along with it. Am I overdoing it? I wondered. No, I’m really pissed. I want him to know I’m pissed. Besides, I rationalized, it’s probably the longest and most exciting sexual experience of his life.

  We situated ourselves on the bed next to Steven. There wasn’t a lot of room, My right leg lay over Steven’s. Ginny scooped a handful of come from Steven’s chest and smeared it over my breasts, then leaning down she licked them clean. The act jolted new thrills through my already sopping cunt, and Steven’s whimpering began again.

  Ginny took her time with me, lavishing my body with wet touches, building my excitement. I really didn’t need much, going down on Ginny and hearing her verbalize the experience, had me just short of the edge. Then, when Ginny probed my mouth, the taste of my husband’s sperm on another woman’s tongue, almost pushed me over.

  I knew I would go off with the first touch of my pussy; I think Ginny sensed that and decided to slow it down. She positioned herself between my legs and planted soft kisses down the inside of my thigh to my knee and back up, coming within an inch of my opening without touching. She took a long time avoiding my aching crotch, even sucking my toes and licking my feet.

  Finally, I guess Ginny thought I’d suffered enough. She lay prone between my spread thighs and slipped her hands under my butt, raising my pussy toward her mouth, but instead of kissing it, her tongue licked my bottom hole. Surprised, I tried to close my legs, but her shoulders prevented it. She made her tongue rigid and moved the firm tip across my bum, across my vagina and zeroed in on my clit, laving it, sucking it. When she nipped my clit with her teeth, I went off like a bucket of fireworks. It was the longest and strongest orgasm I’d ever had. Ginny continued with her lips, tongue and teeth, and took me all the way through before sliding up and taking my limp form in her arms.

  When I recovered, we looked over at Steven. His erection was standing proud and straight again and Ginny asked, “Shall we take care of that before I go?”

  “Let’s do that,” I answered. “Steven, I’m going to remove the gag from your mouth, now, but you must not talk. If you don’t do as I say, Ginny and I will leave and have coffee in the kitchen while you lie here like this. Do you understand?”

  Steven nodded. God, I loved having this power over him. I reached over, slipped the knot on his gag, and removed it. Ginny already had his cock in her mouth, and I straddled his face and brought my leaking cunt down for his sensual pleasure. I heard a grateful moan as I settled w
etly over his face.

  My expectation was that he would come fast, even after the massive one only a few minutes ago. I was right. I’d no more settled myself over his mouth when he gasped into my pussy. Ginny’s eyes widened as he released the first spurts into her mouth. When he finished, she opened her mouth, and the white stuff pooled in around his fading erection.

  Ginny said, “Wow! That was quick,” and according to our agreement, she climbed off the bed, picked up her clothes and left.

  According to form, Steven began just as I knew he would. “God damn it, Joanne, untie me! What the hell are you doing? Why are you treating me this way?” Yes, he was mad, but I got the feeling he’d enjoyed what happened, too, probably more than he would admit.

  I went to the closet and put on a robe. When I returned, he was pulling on his restraints and swearing. I thought he was going to break the bed.

  “Calm down Steven and shut up or I’ll leave you tied up like that all night.”

  “But why? Why are you being this way?”

  “I’m going to tell you, but first you have to calm down. And if you interrupt me you won’t get an explanation.” Steven stopped struggling and lay still. Glaring at me.

  “I’m leaving you, Steven, and I expect you to arrange for and get a divorce. None of this is up for discussion. I’ll say my piece and then I’ll leave.” He started to speak; I could see shock on his face. Apparently this surprise was not so much fun. Before he could get a word out, I held up my hand and said, “No discussion. No more questions.” He closed his mouth and I went on.

  “Why am I doing this? We moved to Eugene to save our marriage. You made no concessions, but you convinced me to quit my job and become your maid. I did everything I could to save our marriage, while you did nothing. Our marriage is no better than it was in Portland. But the straw that broke the camel’s back was when you called me your little trouper. That was when I realized you’d always seen me as your little trouper–someone you could convince to see things your way. Even our sex was always your way. When I’d plan a great night for us, you’d just fuck me and say Thank you, Joanne, that was great.