© 2002 Lance Johnson

It’s been about 6 months since our trip. Karen and Laura have kept in contact, mostly phone and email. Karen did take one 3-day trip to see Laura. That was fun when she got home.

It was about 3 months ago when she went on that trip. She left on a Wednesday morning and got back on a Saturday afternoon. I could tell she had a good time on her trip just from the look on her face. She hugged me tightly when I met her at the gate as she walked off the plane.

“I missed you baby,” she said as we hugged.

“Really?” I asked. Why would she miss me? I mean, we hadn’t had a vacation apart in over 6 years, so she might have missed me a little because of that, but I knew what she was doing on that trip, and I was surprised that she would have thought much about me while she was gone.

“So, did you have a good time?” I asked.

“Yes, I did,” she answered. “We shopped, we gambled, we saw a couple of shows that I have been wanting to see. Laura also taught me some really cool stripping dance moves. I’ll show you later.”

“Great!” I answered. I figured she’d know that I was very much in need of her, especially since I’d been home by myself for 3 nights, with nothing to do besides think about what she and Laura were doing to each other. Yep, I needed me some wife!

Anyway, on the drive home, we talked about stuff that had happened at work, what time on Sunday we were going to pay bills, etc.; the usual stuff.

We got home around 5:00 pm. She was a little jet lagged and tired from her trip, so she went in to unpack and take a nap.

She woke up around 9:30, and decided to take a shower.

I laid down on the bed and watched the news and the sit-com rerun after it while waiting for her to shower. She finally got out and toweled herself off then brushed out her hair and applied the various lotions and other stuff that women seem required by some unknown law of nature to apply to themselves everywhere after every shower.

She eventually joined me on the bed.

“So,” she asked, “did you miss me?” That got me swelling. I knew from her tone that she was going to spend a little quality time on me since I’d been a bachelor for the last three days.

“Yes, very much,” I answered.

“Why so much?” she asked.

“Well,” I responded, “I know what you were doing a lot of for those three days you were there, and all I could do was lay here and think about it instead of sleep. It caused me to build quite a bit of pressure up.”

“So why didn’t you take care of it yourself?” she asked. She knows me too well.

“Well, I did,” I explained, “but that doesn’t replace my woman at all.”

“Actually, I missed you a lot too,” she answered.

“Why?” I asked for the second time that day.

“Because,” Karen explained, “while it was very fun and thrilling exploring and tasting Laura, I missed having your cock occasionally.” If she only knew how much it missed being had…

“Well, you’re home now,” I suggested.

“Yup,” Karen answered. “I’ll be right back.” With that, she jumped up and headed into the closet. I heard her rummaging around for a minute, then I heard the lock on our porno stash box opening. That was cool, I thought. She wanted to see a little porn while we did our thing; I could deal with that.

“So, here’s my plan,” Karen said as she returned with one of our newest movie acquisitions. “I have not tasted you for three days, and you have not seen two hot chicks going at it for at least three days. So, I want you to watch that girl-girl scene that you like while I suck you, then while you recharge from that, I want to watch some of the 1-girl-many-guys scenes, and when you’re ready again, I want to watch some of the penetration scenes until we’re finished. That work for you, baby?” Hell yes that worked for me!!!

“Hell yes that works for me!!!” I answered.

She got up and put the tape in the VCR and hit play. The tape was still queued up to one of her favorite 1-chick-many-guy scenes. She stopped the tape and started it winding to my favorite girl-girl scene. I put some pillows behind me so I could prop up a little while she was working her magic on me. That way I could see the movie and her tasty little ass at the same time as her mouth.

She found the scene and started it playing. Then she laid down on the bed and crawled up between my legs. She took my hard-on in her hands and started rubbing it up and down a few strokes before sliding her lips down over it. She glanced up at me and saw me watching her.

“Make sure you watch the movie too, baby,” she cooed, removing her mouth from me just long enough to say it.

I glanced up at the movie. One of the chicks had her legs spread wide open while the other chick worked her with two fingers and her mouth. That was hot, too. I alternated between watching my own little porn kitten and the two vixens on the screen. Karen didn’t bother going fast then slowing down, she just stayed slow. She slowly rubbed the base of the shaft with one hand and caressed my balls with the other. Her activities were exactly like she knew that I liked them, and my peak built up quickly. Karen was really getting hot the whole time, too. Her ass was pumping up and down slowly in time with the up and down motion of her head and hand. The whole scene was extremely hot: the porn chicks doing their job well, my wife’s attention, her naked body in front of me, the pressure that I’d built up over the last three days… By the time the first porn chick was enthusiastically faking her first orgasm my wife was swallowing mine.

“That was quick,” Karen observed.

“Well, what’d you expect?” I asked, feigning defensiveness. “You lick and stroke me while making me watch you and the movie after I have missed you for several days… I had no choice. Besides, you had all the control. I just laid there.”

She agreed that she did in fact have all the control, and grinned at that.

“My turn,” she stated and grabbed a vibrator. She didn’t get one of her vibrating dildos; instead she chose one of the ones that just kinda teases the surface while working the clitoral area. She applied the “butterfly” end to herself, and turned on the control unit, sighing as the vibrations folded into her.

“Baby, can you please move it to one of my scenes?” she asked softly. I obliged. I forwarded the tape to a scene where a brunette with fairly large tits and a very trimmed bush was getting it from four studs. They worked her from various angles, one with his face buried between her legs licking her, one massaging her breasts, one in her mouth, and one in her other hand. The various camera angles and actions really seemed to get Karen going. Apparently, she really had missed the occasional stiffy during her trip.

Karen continued to enjoy the feelings the butterfly was sending through her. She made little happy sexy sounds and kept watching the movie while occasionally glancing over to see if I had recharged yet. Then she’d look back at the movie girl and her four friends and make her noises and wiggle again. I reached down and turned up the vibration control unit to about 50%. Karen gasped and started making more serious sounds.

As she continued to watch for a few more minutes, Karen really started breathing heavily and pumping her hips. Figuring she was getting close, I turned the control unit up to 80%. That made her moan and start really grinding the air above her. The porno girl was now getting double-penetrated and was sucking as well as stroking. I could tell from her gasps that Karen was ready.

“Here you go, baby,” I whispered in her ear as I turned the control unit up to full power. Karen gasped, pumped the air enthusiastically two more times then came hard, gasping, moaning and sighing through the whole thing. After about a minute and a half, she asked me to turn it off. I did.

“Wow, sweetie,” Karen exclaimed eventually. “I really needed that from you.”

“Glad I could help,” I replied.

After she caught her breath, Karen took the control unit from me and turned it back on to about 20%, then took the VCR remote and forwarded it to the scene with one chick and one guy going at it well. Then she set both items down and reached over to stroke me back to full erection. It didn’t take much.

“Can I leave on my butterfly?” Karen asked. It didn’t really cover the area I needed access to, so I agreed to it.

“Good. Just start slow, baby,” Karen replied in a breathy voice. “Go really deep, but go slow. If I come before you’re ready, just keep going until you’re finished.”

And with that, she got up onto her hands and knees facing the TV so she could watch the tape. I moved behind her and rubbed my tip against her. She was really wet. I slid in slowly. She growled and pushed back against me.

I slid all the way in, then pushed even harder while pulling on her hips. I went really deep. I could feel the vibrations from her butterfly against my balls when I ground into her. It was fortunate that I’d had a release recently, because that would have otherwise done me in.

Karen was moaning, gasping, and completely enjoying herself. I just kept up my slow pace. She had at least four gut-wrenching orgasms within a couple minutes of each other; the butterfly helping drive her more quickly between them. I could feel myself getting nearer, so I started slowly turning up the intensity on the control unit. Karen didn’t talk anymore, but I knew what her sounds meant. The closer I got to finishing, the higher I turned the intensity. When I knew I was only a few seconds away, I raised the intensity to 100%. Karen’s shoulders collapsed onto the bed as she bucked through the orgasm, squeezing my entire shaft that I had buried all the way in her. I held onto her hips tightly as I came hard; I was not going to slip out of her before I was finished, no matter how hard she bucked.

Once I heard her start to settle down, I started inching the butterfly control unit down until it clicked off. I was completely spent, and I could see that Karen had had enough, too. I eventually got up and turned off the TV and lights, and Karen cuddled up to me to fall asleep. As we were relaxing in the glow of our little romp, Karen gave me some interesting news. Laura had a week of vacation coming up, and Karen had invited her to stay with us.

In the days leading up to Laura’s arrival, Karen became more and more anticipatory. I could tell she was really looking forward to some of the activities that she and Laura would undoubtedly engage in, and she became more adventurous in bed with me as the time got closer. There were many times that I’d get home from work to find that Karen had beat me home, and had gone right to the vibrator. Sometimes I’d join her, and sometimes I’d just watch her and let her have her fun.

Karen had taken the week off work that Laura was going to be here, and the day Laura arrived was the first day of Karen’s vacation, so there was nothing for Karen to do but wait. It was fortunate that Laura was on a morning flight, because Karen may have lost her mind if the wait had gone into the afternoon. In order to give them a little time together before leering at them, I made up some excuse to not be able to go to the airport with her and not be home for an hour or so after they got back.

When I got home, the scene was no less than I expected. It was a warm day out, and the girls were in the back yard sunbathing. I could tell they had been out there for a while, because they both had a good sheen of sweat on them, both nude except for the sunglasses. I was thankful for the 2-meter block wall around the yard. Maybe they would do this a lot during the next two weeks. I actually wondered if a guy could get tired of seeing that. I decided not.

I changed into my swimsuit and went into the back yard. Karen and Laura both said hi and continued talking between themselves. I wondered if they’d already done each other while I was gone, because Karen displayed no real hurry to get it on with Laura. I figured I’d just let them have their beer and sun and take it at their own pace. The view was good enough for me for the moment.

After a short while, Karen got up to go get more beers for them. Laura and I made small talk while she was gone. I learned something that day: It’s really hard to sit in a swimming pool in your back yard and talk to the naked stripper who’s lying there and probably going to do your wife while you watch later about anything substantive. I tried, but I’m sure I sounded like a moron. Whatever. The view was good. Within a couple of minutes, Karen returned with the beers and a Popsicle. After handing Laura’s beer to her and setting her own down, Karen unwrapped the Popsicle and broke it in half, and gave one of the halves to Laura. Then she laid back down on her lounge chair and began working the Popsicle. Laura was working hers, too.

I was hard within seconds. It was enough to try to maintain some composure hanging out in the back yard with these two naked glistening nymphs, but then to see them working those Popsicles like I had seen Karen work me was too much. I just sat in the water and watched. At some point during the show, a little piece of the treat fell off onto Karen’s chest. She let out a little squeak as the frozen juice touched her skin. Laura giggled and leaned over and licked it off of Karen. Karen cooed and continued working hers. I was getting close just watching these two.

“Have you ever tried ‘Fire and Ice’,” Laura asked Karen. Karen indicated not. Laura asked where the Popsicles were in the fridge then disappeared into the house, returning momentarily with another one. She unwrapped it, broke it in half, gave it a couple of deep-throat sucks, then kneeled between Karen’s legs. She handed the other half to me for safekeeping.

“You are going to love this,” she told Karen, who looked a little uncertain. “Just trust me on this.” Karen relaxed a bit as Laura caressed her inner thighs with her free hand. Then she started drawing little circles and lines up Karen’s inner thighs with the Popsicle. I could tell that Karen was getting more turned on from the teasing she was getting with the little cold shocks on her sun-warmed skin. Laura let a couple of fingers find their way to Karen’s pussy lips. Karen gasped at that. Laura rubbed them on the outside then let just her fingertips sink in to get them wet, eventually moving back out to further moisten the outside of Karen’s lips. Karen was starting to get a slight rhythmic pulsing to her hips, so I could tell she was really getting into this.

“Here we go,” Laura said softly. “Just let me do the work.” With that, she slid the tip of the melting Popsicle up and down on the outside of Karen’s pussy lips. Karen gasped but didn’t stop her. Laura pulled the Popsicle away and licked the melted part off of Karen’s pussy. Karen really liked that. Karen seemed to be warming to the idea of the Popsicle as a sex toy, and started drawing tiny circles around on her own nipples with hers. Laura pulled her face away and started rubbing the Popsicle on Karen’s pussy again, this time applying a bit more pressure. The tip of the Popsicle slid in. Karen gasped loudly, then pushed a bit with her hips. I saw the Popsicle slide in deeper. Karen was really getting off on this. Laura started to stroke the Popsicle in and out of Karen. As she did this, she leaned down and started licking Karen’s clit. Karen finally dropped her Popsicle and started caressing her breasts and nipples and just humped Laura’s face and cold little buddy. I tossed the half I was holding towards the trashcan. The heat inside Karen was melting the Popsicle rapidly, and I could see little drops of grape juice sneaking out of Karen’s pussy. Within a couple of minutes, the Popsicle had melted completely, so Laura pulled the stick out and just finished cleaning Karen up with her tongue. As Karen was getting close to her orgasm, Laura turned to me and asked if I wanted a taste.

I climbed out of the pool and knelt in the area between Karen’s legs that Laura had just vacated in order to straddle Karen’s face, and started licking like crazy. After a few short minutes, Karen was really moaning and humping my face as she licked and fingered Laura. I glanced up to watch her while I was licking. The sight of Karen licking and fingering Laura, who was grinding Karen’s face and rubbing her own tits was more than I could stand. I stood up, quickly slid off my swimsuit, knelt back down, and slid as deeply as I could into Karen. She gasped loudly and pushed back against me to give me better depth. Laura’s tits were less than a foot from my face as I pumped Karen. She was really playing with them, working the nipples and massaging them deeply. Karen was getting really close, and Laura was close, too. I held back as long as I could, because I didn’t want this fun little session to end, but as Laura started to launch, watching her reach down to play with her own clit while really rubbing on Karen’s face, that was it. I let out a yell as I bucked wildly into Karen. Karen clamped down on me as she squealed through her orgasm and Laura finished moaning through hers.

After I was completely done, I pulled out and sat back. Laura leaned down and started cleaning Karen’s pussy up again with her tongue. She started to get a little ambitious, and Karen had to pull her back, citing hypersensitivity. They stayed like that for another half hour or so, just caressing and tasting, then Laura climbed off and laid back down on her lounge chair. They went back to their beers and continued talking. I climbed back in the pool to cool off. This was going to be a long week.

The week was less interesting for me than is was for Karen, because system upgrades at work kept me there late many nights. I know the girls had their fun because I would frequently come home from work and find them playing in the pool, or making out in the side of the pool (or sofa or bed or floor). Sometimes I’d join them if I was particularly ambitious, and some times I’d just go to bed if I was too exhausted. I wasn’t too exhausted very often, though. I also noticed towards the end of the week that Karen had no tan lines but was darker, so I knew they spent a lot of time in the sun in full glory that week.

On the last full day before Laura’s trip was over, I arrived home from a particularly long and grueling day at work. I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I grabbed a quick bite of dinner, went out back to where the girls were still lounging by the pool watching the stars and the last of the sunset. I kissed Karen and told her I was going to bed. She asked if I was sure and pouted a bit, but acquiesced with only the minimum of purring.

I was asleep quickly. When I’m that tired, I usually don’t dream. At first, I figured it must be the rampant hot-chick pheromones floating around my house and back yard for the past week that was making me have horny dreams that night. The dream was indistinct, but I remembered that I was getting worked well by a tongue. It was really enjoyable. Then my conscious mind realized that my subconscious wasn’t making it up, and I woke up. The room was totally dark and I felt really rested, so I surmised it was much later. I was definitely being given attention by a female mouth and hands, because I could feel boobs on my leg. I reached down to see what I could feel, and found Karen’s face. She has the smoothest skin on her cheeks, and I can recognize it easily. I just laid back and let her have her fun. She obviously had something in mind, and I wasn’t about to interfere. I wondered vaguely where her friend was, but figured she had already fallen asleep.

After a few minutes, Karen stopped and stood up. She climbed off the bed. I could hear her walking up beside my side of the bed, then I felt her as she climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. I started licking right away, but I noticed something different about her taste. Then I felt her hands and mouth go back to work on me, but it was from the wrong angle. Her boobs were still on my leg. I was a little confused, so I reached back down. I felt her face there again, but she wasn’t leaning down.

“How does Laura taste tonight?” she asked me.

Holy crap! Laura was the one straddling my face. Well, okay. I started working her again with my tongue and involved my fingers, too. She was swirling her hips a little in order to make me get more angles. Karen was going nice and slow on me. Laura was talking to Karen, telling her how it felt in the naughtiest terms I could remember hearing in a long time. That seemed to heat up Karen, and did something for me, too. Laura was getting really wet. She leaned down and started helping Karen with me. The whole scene was too much for me. I started bucking through my orgasm. They just kept licking and stroking slowly.

Once I was finished, they cleaned me up and rolled off. I hadn’t finished Laura, so she grabbed Karen and laid back, pulling Karen on top of her. Karen went right to work on Laura. It only took a couple of minutes and Karen had her moaning loudly through her climax. Karen snuggled up between Laura and I until Laura had caught her breath, lightly caressing Laura’s whole body while waiting.

Once Laura calmed down, Karen slowly started kissing her way up Laura’s stomach. Laura held her gently while she finished her path. They kissed briefly, and then Karen whispered softly that she needed her release. Laura rolled Karen onto her back and started kissing her way down. I decided to let them have their fun, so I moved away slightly.

The sky was starting to lighten up outside, and I could just make out the outline of the two women. Karen was running her hands over stomach and breasts then would slide them down and touch Laura’s face. Laura would occasionally run her hands up Karen’s sides to her breasts and massage them then slide them back down again. Karen was really enjoying it, frequently arching her back and making a lot of soft pleasure sounds. Eventually, her hand sought out my face. I moved back over to her and kissed her. She returned the kiss passionately, and started climaxing as we kissed. Laura kept working on her while I kissed her. It was a long one for her, and she was hyperventilating when it finished. Laura slid her body back up and kissed Karen. The two cuddled up, and Karen slid over so her back was against my stomach. They fell asleep quickly, even though my alarm clock started making noise a very few minutes later.

I got up, turned it off, and climbed into the shower. I was still feeling pretty rested, despite waking up an hour early that day. I finished getting ready and headed to work, kissing Karen lightly on the forehead on my way out of the room.

That night when I got home from work, a very snuggly wife greeted me. We ate dinner, talked about a few nondescript things, and went to bed early cuddled up together. She snuggled down further into my arms. I kissed her forehead, and she turned her face up and kissed me back. Our lips stayed together for an extended period of time.

Her kiss became more deep and important. Without breaking our kiss, I rolled her onto her back and wrapped my arms around her. We kept kissing, and she put her legs around my hips. I began to get aroused, but I didn’t want to pressure her, so I just kept kissing and holding her. I began to notice that her hips were pressing up against me rhythmically. I took the hint and began grinding back lightly. She let a little gasp slip through our kissing. I slid myself down and entered her slowly. She moaned lightly, but kept kissing me. I made love to her slowly, kissing her and holding her the whole time. We climaxed together a few minutes later, still holding each other and kissing.

When we were finished, I resumed my position next to her, still holding her. We fell asleep that way. I slept well.