A wife gets back at her husband. Vegenance is indeed sweet.
Their completely different work schedules had not allowed them to engage in any sex play over the last week; they had only just managed to secure a single over-nighter in a big city hotel room before their schedules parted them again. Their stark reality was that they had to accept work in binges, whenever it came. This trickled down into everything in their lives, especially their sex life.
Be that as it may, Lori had not forgotten Peter's skillful teasing from the previous weekend, and meant to pay him back, in spades. Her well-prepared vengeance was about to hit him between the eyes. She didn't think there was anything in the universe that could have dampened her spirits at that moment. She glanced at the clock radio; her timing had to be perfect.
She was lying on the bed next to him, wearing nothing but her yellow bikini panties; she could see right through the sheer, soft fabric. She loved the feel of it on her shaven pussy, loved being aware that she was wearing them under her jeans, while men went about their business all around her. She adored the way Peter's eyes lit up when his gaze dropped to her panties.
Peter was completely naked, his head on the pillow, gamely attempting to tease her by pretending to be interested in the political commentary running on CNN. Lori knew that, ironically, he actually was interested in it, but was too aware of the brevity of their one night together this week to actually risk losing this night of sex. She almost felt sorry for him; almost, but not quite.
"Honey," she whispered in his ear, "Is it all right if I play with myself while you watch TV? That's not going to bother you, is it?"
Without waiting for an answer she laid back on her pillow, and put a hand in her panties. His cock twitched as his eyes took her in -- a petite brunette with a fine ass, a ready laugh, and -- lamentably, she figured -- breasts that had begun to sag slightly. Peter loved them, loved nothing better than to bury his face in them, kissing and sucking on her extremely sensitive nipples, but she ... well, she made her peace with gravity a while back, but dammit, if she could have the breasts of her mid-twenties back ... ah well. Regrets were valueless things. All that mattered was that Peter's attitude toward her maturing body had never changed; if anything, he had become even more entranced by her sexiness.
They had known each other for almost two decades now. Peter had always -- right from the beginning -- maintained that it was her sensuality, her sexy personality, that attracted him, not the way particular body parts waxed or waned. After two decades she was almost beginning to believe him.
She brought her hand up to her mouth, wet her fingers, put them back down between her legs. She knew damn well Peter would be watching her play with her clit and labia, and that it would now be only a matter of time before he figured he might have to take part in some way. Poor sucker. Lori groaned as her stimulated clit sent shivers up her spine. She re-moistened her fingers.
"Suck my nipples," she ordered huskily, as her wet fingers moved faster and faster over her clit. He complied, gently licking and sucking a nipple, while his warm hands grasped her breasts roughly. He knew that she loved her breasts to be squeezed precisely like that, knew that it added an element of something forbidden that she could not give voice to.
She groaned as the beginnings of an orgasm caught her breath -- her legs tightening in a visegrip, she released her clit and threw her arms out for balance. The feeling boiled up from inside her, slowly at first, but in a super-heated geometric progression that built to a bursting climax of sensations; it was as though her body now needed to release these pure feelings of lust in shudders and groans and trembles. Quivering, Lori's legs and back arching, she rolled over and gasped delightedly. "Oh. My. God," she cried. "Urmm, that was a good one."
"You think?" Peter added, his voice deferential. "Must be the CNN."
She laughed and rolled over. Slipping her panties down and off, she moved over on top of Peter, whose eyes suddenly widened in delighted anticipation. It was just the standard cowgirl position, but it was a good place to start. Wiggling around a bit, she positioned herself and slipped over his whole seven inches in one smooth motion. He pretended to appear shocked at her take-charge attitude.
"Why, you ... you vixen!" he cried in mock terror. "Whatever will you make me do?"
"Shut up and suck on my tits," she ordered, beginning to ride his hard cock in earnest. "You don't mind getting fucked, do you? Can you still see the TV?"
Lori knew that right about now, with his cock deep inside her, and her tits dangling before his eager tongue, what Peter wanted most in the world was to either keep fucking her like this, or start eating her pussy. The dirtier she spoke to him, the more aroused he became. She glanced at the clock radio again, timing her ride precisely.
"Is it okay if I ride you for a bit?" she wondered out loud. "Wanna slide a finger in my ass?" His eyes glazed over as his head began to arch backward. Now!
She climbed off quickly, slid her yellow panties on, threw on a bathrobe. Her timing was just right. If only --
"Wha -- what --?" Peter moaned as he squirmed on the bed. His head was pressed far back into the pillows, but he was coming back down from his sexual high, his orgasm denied him. "Come ... come back here," he called.
There was a knock on the door. Lori moved into the front room, toward the door. Good thing he couldn't see her evil smirk.
"You ... you're gonna answer that?" Peter wondered. "Did you order room service?" His glistening cock was shrinking fast.
"Sort of," Lori said, her hand reaching for the door handle.
Peter was oblivious. "All right," he cheered. "Champagne!"
A moment later, Lori was back in the bedroom. "Peter," she said without preamble. "This is Minx. Is it all right if we both fuck you ... at the same time?"
Peter's head snapped over, his jaw literally dropping open, his eyes as wide as they could go. Blood drained from his face; his cock had gone into hiding. He was unable to speak.
"Oh my goodness," said Minx kindly. "He's terrified! Let's get a drink into him and turn that frown upside down!" She was a tall, gangly blonde in her mid-thirties, bright blue eyes framed by shoulder length hair that simply refused to stay off her bangs. A gorgeous, shimmering gown hid what must be a fit body; Lori was pleased. She'd instantly liked Minx over the phone, and was pleasantly surprised by her compassion and physical beauty.
"You're even more beautiful in person than you are in real life," Lori joked. "I'll pour some wine."
"I love Woody Allen movies," Minx admitted delightedly, recognizing the quote. "I got into them first to have something to talk about with my clients, but it turns out Woody makes a very funny movie." She swept her bangs clear.
Beet-red, Peter got off the bed and slipped his bathrobe on. He waggled a finger at Lori. "Very funny," he shook his head. "Very funny."
Lori set out three wine glasses. Minx refused hers, saying, "Never while I'm working. But go ahead, enjoy it."
Peter took Minx's and his, draining them both as if he'd been lost in the desert for weeks. As Lori lifted her glass to her lips, she was delighted and pleased, and glad that Peter couldn't see her grinning from ear to ear. Her vengeance was proceeding exactly as planned.
"Lori shared with me that your all-time favorite fantasy is to be in a threesome, with two women," Minx explained gently.
"She did that, huh?" Peter said. "I ... uh ... "
"That it was your biggest turn-on, that you have intense orgasms when you two role-play a threesome fantasy."
"Huh," Peter stammered. "She said that, huh?"
"Peter," Minx explained. "I've been a professional escort for about five years now, after burning myself out temping for minimum wage. I'm clean; my clients are clean. And I'm damn hot, right?"
Peter was speechless. Lori could tell he wanted to say something, and she thought she might know what the problem was. "Peter," she explained softly. "You're not betraying me if you tell her she's beautiful. Hell, she's hot!"
"Right," Minx added. "You two love each other intensely, that's easy to see. And now I need you to tell me how much more beautiful than almost everyone else I am; so I can get in the mood! Did that come out right?"
The three of them laughed, relaxing; Peter's intense embarrassment faded. "It's just I never really experimented when I was younger, and now that I'm forty ... "
"I get it," said Minx, sweeping the hair off her bangs again. Her large blue eyes blinked slowly at them.
"I did," Lori added. "Experimented with a threesome, I mean. Ex-hubby thought it would be cool, but there was no intimacy, it was all about him and his buddy. I was a tool, basically ... " She didn't enjoy thinking back to those emotionless days. That had been a whole other life.
"Honestly," Minx explained. "Most people are pretty straight and narrow. Except for my regulars, almost all my clients feel some sense of embarrassment at first, whether they're young hotshots off the rigs, or lawyers and doctors going from one conference to another. I can be embarrassed too -- one time this guy's mom came into the room and wanted me to start picking out mail-order brides for her son. While we were having sex!"
Lori laughed. "You must have some good stories to tell."
"Don't even go there, girl," Minx demured. "Let's just say you can't make this stuff up."
Minx swept the hair off her forehead and eyed Peter questioningly. "Are you relaxed enough to unzip me?"
Peter's eyes involuntarily flew to Lori. She stepped up to him, kissed him deeply. "I want this. For the next hour, I want this. More than anything!" He responded, desperately needing her assurance.
Lori could see Peter work up the courage to proceed. They were both very much aware of how intimacy makes sex so much better, turning simple climaxes into wild, screaming uber-orgasms. Where there was trust, there was intimacy. It had taken him this long to relax and begin to trust Minx, that she would not humiliate him somehow. Lori also knew with certainty that Peter's hesitation was not about the transactional sex, the prostitution; he was emotionally intelligent enough to be very much aware that sex trade workers were real people like everyone else. He grew up in a household that actively judged, labelled, profiled; but he had learned better more than twenty years ago.
Lori figured he might have been fighting his inner demons, the guilt feelings that urged him to stop betraying the love of his life. She nibbled his neck in encouragement.
Drawing breath, he stepped closer to Minx. She slipped off the barstool she'd been sitting on, turned her back to him. He unzipped her slowly, careful not to damage what was probably a thousand dollar dress. By the way it collapsed smoothly into itself around Minx's feet, Lori thought it might be silk.
Lori's breath caught in her throat. This woman was stunning. Her lacy black bra and matching thong panties framed a toned belly, and thighs and ass that appeared trim and fit. Breasts that were not that much bigger than Lori's, but far firmer, stood out perkily. Minx caught Lori's envious stare, and joked, "I know. The day gravity kicks in on these babies I'm gonna be at the pub having a pint." She pulled off her nylons, tossed them in a heap on top of the dress.
"So, Peter," Minx said quietly, lifting her arms over her head and doing a slow pirouette. "Are we having fun yet?"
Lori -- fighting some embarrassment herself -- let her bathrobe slip to the floor. "Ooooh," Minx called out delightedly. "Cute panties, girl! I love yellow!"
"Peter goes nuts for panties," Lori explained, pouring more wine for her and Peter. She was beginning to get a good buzz on.
"Does he now?" Minx breathed. "Suppose I don't need this, then," she continued, dropping her bra to the floor. Her gorgeous breasts, tipped by the tiniest, pinkest nipples Lori had ever seen, bobbed happily, reveling in their freedom.
Peter's cock jumped to attention. Tossing his bathrobe aside, he walked to Lori, took a sip from his wine and kissed her passionately, as if all there was left in the world was this kiss, or oblivion. The world receded away from her as she sank into a stupor of desire for his touch, his presence, his maleness. They kissed deeply for about five minutes, exploring each other's hot, moist mouths while Minx slowly danced to some music in her head. The sensuality of the moment was making Lori dizzy.
Eventually Peter -- his cock as rock-hard as Lori had ever seen it -- turned to Minx and whispered something in her ear. "Really?" Minx wondered. "Then what?" Peter added something, causing her to raise her eyebrows. "If you say so, Peter." She shrugged and braced herself on the bar counter, pushing her ass out toward him. Her legs were tightly closed.
Peter dropped to his knees, peeled down Minx's black thong slightly. She watched, smiling gently.
Her brain clouded by a mist of alcohol and desire, Lori watched Peter pull Minx's athletic ass cheeks apart, and begin to slide his wet tongue over her anus, over and over. Minx moaned in approval. "Oh yeah, big guy, there you go ..."
As Peter began also licking Minx's panties, Lori's clit suddenly sent out a ripple of hot jabs. She realized she'd had a hand in her panties, playing with herself as if her life depended on it. Jagged bolts of sensation were shooting all through her groin.
Minx spread her legs as a faraway look came over her eyes. "Taste my pussy, Peter. Go ahead, now!"
Peter moved his head between Minx's legs and licked her panties, from her clit to as far back as he could go in that position. Minx grunted delightedly. When he pulled her thong out of the way, exposing her smoothly shaved pussy, Minx added, "Come on now." Her hair hid her eyes, but she left it alone, focused on other things.
Lori, overcome by the sight of her hubby's head between this gorgeous blonde's legs, collapsed onto a barstool with a moan. Her hand had stopped moving a while back, but incredibly, the very idea that she was eight feet from a beautiful blonde who was beginning to dig being eaten by Peter kept pushing her brain's stimulation higher and higher. With a surprised grunt, Lori watched herself gush cum through her panties.
Minx looked back, approving. "Oh yeah, girl, go!"
Lori slid off the barstool, realized she was still cumming. With a shocked groan she lowered herself to the hardwood floor. "Omigod," she breathed through clenched teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Minx humping Peter's face. "Oh no," she groaned, as she could feel her insides get hot and hotter again. "How can I keep --?" Cum literally shot out of her with the force of a waterfall. Groaning she collapsed onto her back on the floor, her world contracting to the singular desire to experience this lust, over and over.
Minx looked down to her in astonishment. "My goodness, Peter," she said. "Your wife has the biggest hard-on I've ever seen -- she is seriously turned on."
Peter came over, his long, frizzy dark hair thrown around his head wildly. His bright eyes smiling at her, he said, "I think it's time we put you on something soft." He kissed her, stuck his tongue into her mouth as far as it would go. Lori tasted him, but also Minx's pussy, and a hint of Lavender. Hungrily she tried to absorb his tongue, tried to merge with the sensations of desire that overcame her. She'd always considered herself straight, with the idea of being close to a woman's pussy a complete turn-off. For no reason she understood, very occasionally -- when she and Peter gently injected the idea into their sexplay -- it had the opposite effect, turning her orgasms into bone-jarring, screaming affairs driven by feelings of lust so pure she hardly recognized them.
This was rapidly turning into one of those moments.
Minx helped her up, and together they made their way to the king-size bed.
"Lay down on your back, Peter," Minx suggested, sweeping hair out of her bangs. "Not too close to the wall." He did as she suggested, propping his head up on a couple of pillows. His cock stood straight up, pre-cum oozing freely. Lori figured wrily that he must have overcome his embarrassment at some point. In fact, if she didn't know any better she might have pointed out that it was possible Peter's cock was the biggest she had ever seen. How interesting!
Lori pulled off her panties, climbed up onto the bed. "My initial idea was to have you sit on his face, with me riding his cock," Lori told Minx. "But now I really need him to eat me. Do you mind sliding down onto him?"
Minx smiled, ripping open a packaged condom. "Not at all, honey; it's part of the full-service agreement."
"Throw me your panties too, please," Lori said, grinning.
"Oh God ... " groaned Peter.
"You know what's coming, don't you?" said Lori, deftly catching Minx's black thong. As Lori watched Minx roll the condom over Peter's cock, her insides threatened to ignite again. Pushing these feelings down ruthlessly -- just for the moment -- she balled up their two panties and dangled them a few inches over Peter's face.
"What have we here?" she wondered. "I came into these yellow ones, and Minx was wearing hers while you were eating her pussy."
"Oh God ... " Peter groaned, his eyes glazing over.
"You want to smell them, don't you?" Lori continued ruthlessly. "You want to lick these panties, these panties that have our pussies all over them ... "
Peter's head was rolling back, his whole body tensing. Lori shoved her face close to his. "Oh no, you don't!" she demanded. "Come back here, you fucker ...!" Turning to Minx, she added quietly, grinning broadly, "See how easy it is?"
"Come back here, Peter," Lori urged him gently. "I haven't sat down on your face yet; Minx is nowhere near your cock. You need to come back down so you can watch Minx slide down onto your cock."
"Okay ... " Peter panted, straining to get control over himself. "Okay ... "
Despite her obvious amusement at the plight she had put Peter in, Lori was intensely aroused by the sight of the incredibly fit Minx now slowly lowering herself down onto the length of Peter's cock. "Oh yeah," Minx added delightedly. "That's better. Now we're cooking with gas!" Her breasts jiggled gently as she slowly settled in around Peter's cock. "Oh yeah." Minx sounded extremely pleased.
Peter's mouth was open, his head thrown back again. A continuous groan slowly crept from his lips.
"Hey, Peter," Lori called to him. "Focus, please. How does she feel?"
It took Peter a moment to get control of himself, but he eventually replied, "She feels ... tight. Wet, but still ... tight."
"I've been told that," Minx added happily, sweeping hair off her bangs that fell back into place instantly. She began riding Peter's cock with a slow but steady rhythm. "You feel good inside me, Peter, I have to say ... "
Unable to keep her own lust in check any longer, Lori climbed up onto Peter's face, whimpering softly to herself. Holy shit, Minx was a hottie!
Peter's strong hands grasped her ass tightly and shoved her pussy onto his chin as far as it would go. Lori moaned contentedly as his tongue began washing through her labia, occasionally flicking her clit mischieviously. "Oh baby," Peter's voice came up to her, muffled. "Sweetie, you taste incredible."
As Lori rode her husband's face with abandon, she became aware that Minx was humping him faster and faster. Little grunts of enjoyment began coming from behind her, coinciding with the noises of Minx's ass and pussy slapping down onto Peter with ever increasing speed and force. Could it be that Minx was enjoying herself? Was it possible?
Lori braced her arms against the wall, glanced back at Minx.
Her soft, blond hair thrown wildly about her head, Minx rode Peter's cock as if it was the last time she would ever get to do it. She lifted herself all the way up, so that his head was just outside her sopping pussy entrance, and then slammed herself down onto his pelvis. She repeated this over and over, faster and faster. It seemed to Lori that she had forgotten all about them, that her world had contracted to simply riding Peter's cock, over and over.
"Oh God," Minx moaned. "Urmmnh ... oh yeah ...." Her firm breasts would have flown off her chest if they hadn't been attached. "Oh yeah ... oh yeah ...!" Minx cried huskily, completely abandoned to the moment.
Lori looked at Peter eating her pussy, her eyes glazing over. She could feel herself climbing toward orgasm, needed the wall for support. Her legs squeezed shut around Peter's head; he drove his tongue up inside her hot, moist pussy hole and kept it there. "Duhh ... ohh ...!" She tried to catch her breath but something was preventing her from breathing.
In a delightful confusion of signals, Lori's brain triggered a trembling orgasm that had her clawing the wall. Incredibly, her straining body responded by releasing a geyser of cum that gushed straight into Peter's face. She screamed, every nerve in her body gasping for breath. Peter shoved himself up into her with an intensity of purpose that pushed her overloaded pleasure centers even higher.
"Omigod," Minx called out. "Omigod, she's turned on! Look at her fucking go!"
Lori bucked, screamed, threw herself into the wall for support. She was way beyond any point where she might have retained some control, to come back down a little, to not flay her hyper-stimulated nerves to the breaking point. Her imagination was inside Minx's panties; inside her own panties; inside Peter's tongue as he ate her gushing pussy. She screamed again, hammering the wall. Her body flowed a river of hot cum all over Peter's face.
Minx suddenly stopped humping Peter, her mouth hanging open and her own muscles tensing. "Omigod, girl, what are you doing to me? What're you --!" She slowly tightened up, her arms looking as though they might squeeze off her own tits. She slowly toppled off Peter's cock, and collapsed onto the bed, her back and legs arching.
"Hmmm ...!" she groaned, her own orgasm overtaking her. She lay shuddering on her side, her moans muffled by the bed spread.
Lori was only dimly aware of Minx collapsing in an orgasmic heap. Her awareness had fixed onto the continuously cycling thought of the scent of her and Minx's panties. Through a haze of lust and emotion she realized their two panties were still laying next to Peter's head, where she had dropped them.
Whimpering with urgent need, she groped for and found them. She shoved them under her nose -- held them with her teeth -- and her body re-ignited like a rocket. The scent of her own cum mixed with the lavender of Minx's freshly showered pussy, drove her brain into a realm of overdriven lust that threatened to split her head open. Lori screeched in astonishment, pounded her fists against the wall, began screaming in earnest. Her eyes pinned wide open, and her body locked into an uncontrollable loop of orgasm, she toppled off Peter's face.
She shuddered, screamed, came; shuddered, screamed, came. All the world was gone; she was pure, crystalline lust distilled onto the head of a single nerve.
After her screams faded to moans, and those to whimpers, she realized she was laying on her back, her legs straight up in the air. Peter was thrusting his granite cock into her, using her raised legs to steady himself. "I gotta cum in you, baby," he breathed huskily. "I gotta cum in you ...!" Minx was laying next to her, sliding her own fingers in and out of her sweet, tight pussy contentedly.
As Peter humped himself closer and closer to his own orgasm, Lori remembered why they were here. She smiled sweetly at her husband, and urged him, "Oh yeah, sweetie, come on ...! Are you fucking me with the same cock that was inside Minx? You know how much that turns me on?"
Peter's humping slowed as his eyes glazed over. His head slowly tipped back.
Suddenly Lori pushed him off of her. "What --! What are --?" Peter stammered, his eyes blinking rapidly. He collapsed forward onto the bed, groaning desperately.
Lori pulled her soaked panties on, tossed Minx's underwear up to her. "We have just enough time for a quick drink in the lobby," Lori suggested. "If we hurry."
Minx laughed. "Always. Well, okay, not always ... but this one time, for sure!" She hurried back into her clothes.
As Lori pulled on her clothes and shoes, Peter lay on the bed, his massive hard-on pointing straight up at the ceiling. "Are you insane?" he gibed them. "Come back here! The two of you are joking, right?"
As her and Minx walked out the door, Lori turned back to Peter. "We aren't joking. What we are, is ... even." Grinning contentedly, she pulled the door shut.