Tracy decided Jennifer was the one. I had to chuckle because Jennifer had a nasty habit of trying to tease me into a state of constant erection. I’d never known if she was really serious about getting it on with me, but she always stood too close to me when we happened to encounter one another. Her welcome kiss always featured a tiny taste of her tongue, and lasted just a little too long. She pressed herself into me when we greeted one another. And summertime was the worst. Jennifer wore the tiniest bikinis imaginable when she sunned in her backyard across the fence from our place. The bottoms were no more than a band aid-sized strip with a couple of strings. The top piece covered only her nipples and always showed peeks of areola on both sides.
I actually worked up the guts to ask her what she was up to with the tantalizing activities and appearances when we were ensconced in a corner at a neighborhood barbecue. She leaned into me, pressing a hand against my semi-erect cock through my shorts, grabbed the back of my neck and put her lips close to my ear.
“I want you to crave me,” she whispered, her lips moving against my earlobe. I could have sworn her tongue took a swipe at it, too.
“Why, Jennifer?” I asked, my voice half a groan.
“I need to feel desired,” she whispered. “You’re cock, my cunt. Doesn’t it give you a thrill?”
The image of my meat plunging between her succulent vulva lodged in my brain. “But, your husband,” I protested meekly.
“He gets his,” she said, and I definitely felt her tongue lift my earlobe. “After I’ve turned you on I take him home and fuck him senseless, pretending that your cock is plundering me.”
“And Tracy?” I continued my probe of her motivation.
“Hmmm,” she hummed a long, low, delighted murmur in my ear. “Wouldn’t you love to see my husband plowing that delicate furrow of hers? I would.”
“There’s more to life than fucking,” I noted.
“Um-hmm,” she agreed. “There’s fucking, and sucking, and licking, and tasting, and feeling, stroking, teasing, and fucking.”
“You know I can’t do that with you,” I stated.
“You will, darling,” she answered. “We know all about your brother and Tracy. So one day, soon, I hope, you’ll feel these lips that are teasing your ear wrapped around your cock. I’m going to make you come with my mouth, swallow your load, and then you’re going to fuck me. And I’m going to love it.”
“Did you tell Jennifer about Kevin?” I asked my wife later that evening.
She looked at me with a special sparkle in her eye. “How did you find out?”
“I asked her why she was such an incorrigible tease. She told me she wanted me to crave her and claimed, without actually saying it, that because you and Kevin were fucking that you’d let Jeremy do you while she fucked me.”
“Would you hate that?” Tracy asked.
“You fucking Jeremy?”
“No, you dolt,” she laughed. “Would you hate doing Jennifer?”
I sighed with a touch of fatigue. “Honey,” I said slowly, “you are the love of my life. I would never do anything to hurt you or make you jealous.”
Tracy fixed her gaze on me. “You’re a real fucking coward, you know that?”
I shook my head. “Why am I a coward?”
“Because you would, in a heartbeat,” she said. “I know you would. And you don’t have the guts to admit it. Yes, I told her about Kevin. And I even asked if Jeremy would be interested in me.”
“What did she say,” I asked warily.
Her exact words were, ‘He wants to lick your pussy and feel your cunt wrapped around his cock,’ my darling. Apparently, she’d told him she was planning to fuck you. That was his response.”
“Jesus!” I said. “He really said that?”
“Honey,” Tracy said gently, “you might as well accept it. She wants you and you want to do her. He wants me, and I’m intrigued by the possibilities.”
“You really want to do that?” I asked, looking for some kind of closure.
“Tell you what,” she said lightly. “Take me home and fuck me. I’ll pretend you’re Jeremy. Afterwards, I’ll tell you whether I want to do it or not.”
It didn’t take any longer than a week. My formerly shy wife informed me Tuesday night that she and Jennifer had agreed they would visit us the following Friday night.
I shook my head slowly, looking at the floor. “You’re absolutely sure, Tracy?” I asked her, “Because once this gets started, there’s little chance of turning back.”
“Turning back from what?” Tracy challenged me.
“If you try to stop it once it has started,” I said as if trying to explain things to an errant child, “there will be hurt feelings and our relationship with Jeremy and Jennifer will be damaged.”
“Why should I do that?” she said, her voice nearly a sneer.
“I don’t know,” I said, sighing. “Just saying.”
Tracy grinned at me. “Friday night,” she said, “you’re going to have your ears pinned back for you. Jeremy is going to lick my pussy until I scream for him to stop. Then he’s going to fuck me. According to Jennifer, he is very good at it. All of it. So, if anybody is going to stop this, it will be you. Do you want to stop it?”
“No,” I responded. “If this is what you want…”
“It is,” she said, interrupting me. “You started me on this path with Kevin. I’ve found out that I like the sex, so I’m looking forward to it. And I’m looking forward to seeing Jennifer turn you into a babbling pile of hapless flesh.”
Jennifer didn’t even both to sit down when she returned from the kitchen with her glass of wine. She set it on the table then knelt in front of me. She pressed her hand between my knees and forced my legs apart, her eyes looking into mine.
“Do I need to tease you?” she asked me. “You know I love to tease you.”
I chuckled. “You know you’ve been driving me nuts for close to two years,” I admitted.
“We’re going to consummate all this,” she said, slowly unbuttoning the three buttons that held her silken top closed. The hand not occupied with her unveiling continued to rub the inside of my thigh. She shrugged out of her blouse and let me see the lacy white bra that barely contained her breasts. She reached behind her, unsnapped the clasp and allowed the small garment to slide off her shoulders. My mouth watered as her breasts were finally exposed to me in full.
“Beautiful,” I said, looking at the distended nipples centered in the half-dollar sized areolas.
Her hand found the bulge of my hardening meet inside my shorts. I gasped as she caressed it. Jennifer smiled at me. “You are allowed to touch, you know?” she said. “That’s why we’re here.”
I put my hands on her forearms and pulled her up and toward me. “I’d really like to start with a kiss,” I told her. “You’re lips are so full, moist, and desirable.”
“Shut up,” she said softly, leaning forward. Her lips brush across mine. They were soft, warm, and delicate. I groaned.
“You’re teasing me,” I admonished her.
“Um-hmm,” she said. “I love teasing you. I want you to crave me.”
I grinned. “I crave you,” I admitted, pulling her to me and sucking her lips between mine.
Across the room, Jeremy had my wife naked. Her legs were on his shoulders and his face was buried in her succulent pussy. She was doing fine, I decided, and returned my full attention to the dark haired beauty kneeling across my lap with our lips crushed together and our tongues wrapped around each other.
“Stand up,” she ordered.
I stood.
Jennifer stood in front of me, her breasts tantalizing me as she worked to remove my shirt, trousers and underwear. She dropped to one knee and tugged at my pants. I stepped out of them. She reached up and grabbed hold of my turgid member. “This is what I’ve been waiting for,” she murmured and wrapped her warm lips around the tip.
That’s when I saw my wife stand up, pull Jeremy to his feel, strip him in the same way Jennifer had stripped me. She didn’t, however, put her lips around his cock. Instead, she pushed him back into the chair, straddled him, reached for his rod and positioned it at her opening. I was transfixed as I watched his cock disappear into my wife’s flesh. Within seconds, she was rocking on him and his dick was appearing and disappearing into her as she groaned with passion and delight. It was then that Jennifer thumped my thigh.
“You want to watch or fuck me,” she said after reminding me she was working my meat.
I tore my eyes away from the vision in front of me and looked at the dark-haired beauty kneeling in front of me. I smiled at her. “I’ve seen enough,” I said. “What do you want?”
Jennifer pulled back, and looked into my eyes, hers shining and bright. “Take me to your bed,” she whispered. “I want it all.”
I nodded and waited for her to stand up in front of me. “We’re going to bed,” I announced. All I heard from the other side of the room was my wife telling Jeremy, “Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me.”
I extended my hand to Jennifer and led her to the bedroom. She took charge, pulling the covers back and leaving only the sheets on the bed.
“Lie down,” she ordered me. I climbed onto the bed and lay down, facing the ceiling.
“I want you to eat my pussy,” she said.
“Yes,” I replied. “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She straddled my face, bracing her hands against the wall. I grabbed her soft ass-cheeks and pulled her up until her pussy was right in front of me. She lowered herself until my tongue managed to reach into the succulent tissue of her vulva. Jennifer groaned as my tongue plunged into her moist slit. I teased her flesh tenderly, licking all around her, consciously avoiding her clit. She moaned and shifted, trying to institute the contact she desired. I gave her a muffled, “Uh-uh,” sound as I avoided that contact.
“Oh, please, baby,” she whimpered.
