The Vacation Wife by David Stone (best selling autobiographies TXT) 📕

Marci followed Harold’s eyes. “Oh, that’s nice. They’re all getting along so well.”

Harold laughed and sipped his cognac. Marci and I had drained our snifters and I refilled them.

The three of us at the bar had trouble keeping our eyes off the action on the sofa. During a pause between Susan and Meg, the latter said something to Greg, who nodded and moved to the other side of Susan. Meg stood and swung Susan’s legs onto the sofa and separated them. Compliant now, Susan rested the back of her head on Greg’s lap after navigating around his erection. It now rested against her cheek. Susan turned her head and acknowledged it with her lips before adjusting to take it into her mouth.

Meg raised Susan’s knees and descended between them. She kissed her inner thighs, progressing slowly to Susan’s center then, inches from arrival, lifted herself over Susan and began gently kissing and sucking her breasts. She went back and forth, dragging her tongue over Susan’s very pert nipples, which elevated when the latter failed to resist the urge to arch her back. She heaved her bosom into Meg’s kisses, seemingly chasing her lips each time they drew away.

Marci reached across the bar and tapped my arm. She signaled without words that we were moving to the sofa, then did the same with Harold. I grabbed the cognac bottle and followed them.

Meg, Susan, and Greg were occupying the center of the U-shaped sectional, so we sat diagonally from them to watch the spiraling situation between Meg and Susan. Greg was now retired to the wings though of course, his cock remained alongside Susan’s cheek.

Meg elevated the tension by moving to Susan’s neck, the side not facing Greg’s cock, and gave her butterfly kisses there. This drove Susan mad, who was now bucking her pelvis into the air. Meg shifted her attention to Greg’s cock, and Susan saw no reason not to join in. Meg sucked on Greg’s crown while Susan licked his shaft and journeyed to his balls. For a moment, they landed on her face as she licked his perineum. It was a sight I would never have predicted seeing in this or any other lifetime.

Marci, sitting between us, leaned her head onto my shoulder as her right hand fell onto my cock over the towel. I alerted my peripheral vision to investigate if Harold was receiving the same attention. So far, he wasn’t, perhaps an oversight. I kissed the top of her head and she lifted her mouth to my ear.

“I want to watch,” she said, breathlessly. I put my arm around her shoulder and she pressed into me.

Meg shifted down Susan’s torso, stopping here and there along the way, leaving footprints of more butterfly kisses to which Susan responded with gasping attention. When Meg’s face landed between Susan’s legs, she dragged her tongue with delicate pressure up and down Susan’s slit, circled around it, then narrowed each revolution while moving her focus upward. When her tongue reached the clit, Susan erupted. “OH MEG! OH, GOD!” Her body undulated as if moved by succeeding shock waves. Her hands caressed Meg’s cheeks.

Once they synced their rhythms, Susan began looking at Marci, and it wasn’t just a glance. It was as if she was in a play and had broken character to engage the audience. Her face looked pained as her body bucked into Meg’s deft attention. Marci, now frozen beside me, met Susan’s stare. There was a telepathic exchange between them. Marci’s body language, though invisible from where I sat, somehow communicated to Susan, who nodded before closing her eyes to fall off into a sapphic orgasm. She wailed as Meg’s tongue delivered the final push, the exact right touch, that lifted Susan into orbit.

It was quite a scene.

Marci exhaled a deep breath and squeezed my thigh. I looked to see tears had lined her cheeks. I kissed her head as she nuzzled into me, then drew my hand between her now opened legs and pulled it up to her crotch. She was soaked. She rubbed my hand over her pussy then held it there, squeezing it between her legs.

I withdrew my hand and pulled her in for a true kiss. Her towel fell off completely. She opened mine and dipped her head to my cock and gave it loving attention, then sat up and shivered her shoulders. She whispered something in my ear I didn’t catch, then leaned over to Harold. Perhaps she worried he might be feeling like a third wheel, or possibly a sixth wheel. She opened his towel to reveal an erection. She held it in her hand and gave his cheek a kiss, then whispered in his ear. He must have understood as he nodded and smiled.

Meg and Susan were sharing a one-sided post-coital moment, gently caressing each other and kissing. Their whispers didn’t reach us. Susan sat up and swung her legs around. She leaned over and kissed Greg, then stood and came over to me. She reached for my hand and directed me to the pool. I followed her and we climbed in.

After a few moments, she broke the silence.

“I can’t tell you what that was like, Ryan.”

“I think I got the picture.”

“You couldn’t. You’re not a woman.”

“Okay.”

“Meg is a genius down there.” She laughed.

“She knows all the ropes.”

“So do you, Ryan.” She kissed my cheek. “It’s just different. I can’t explain it.”

“And now you know.”

She looked at me earnestly. “I’m not a lesbian. I know that. This is something else. I love being loved by a woman, but I’m not craving women.”

“Maybe you’re bi.”

“No. I don’t think it’s that… Oh, I don’t know, really. I don’t generically have a thing for other women. Meg and I just connect on all sorts of levels…” She hesitated.

“Is there more?”

“I feel it for Marci too. I always have.”

“That’s okay.” I was surprised that I wasn’t surprised to hear this.

“I’m afraid.”

“Of what?” I put