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

Having fully incentivized me, my erection being the evidence thereof, they scooted across the bed to resume their former positions side by side. Marci’s hand fell on Susan’s breast as they kissed, their aim varying from chin to cheek, neck to ears, and back to the lips. Susan paused to instruct me to lay next to her. I faced her on my side and she kissed me, then turned to Marci and kissed her before Marci leaned over to kiss me. I knew right then our threesome choreography would need work but for beginners, we weren’t doing so badly. We were now lips to lips with our tongues swimming back and forth probingly.

It was truly erotic. Susan held my cock as Marci’s hands began to explore between Susan’s legs and slip under her panties. Frustrated, she pushed the panties down so her fingers could pass lightly over Susan’s pubic hair in long passes that quickly narrowed in scope as they increased in frequency. Susan responded quietly, her chest accenting her deeper breathing. When Marci’s lips fell once again upon Susan’s, she freed my cock so her liberated hand could sweep over Marci’s back as they fell into each other. Marci lifted a leg over Susan’s thighs and Susan’s hand slipped between her legs. As their foreplay became more intimate, I knew there would be no turning back.

Susan’s fingers probed under Marci’s panties, who responded with earthy moans, kissing Susan even more deeply and with more urgency. I was carried away by this vision of the two of them thus engaged and wanted to give them space.

When Marci moved to Susan’s breasts, pushing her bra down, I was startled by her energy, her ardent sucking and nibbling of the nipples, the sight of Susan’s breast rising into Marci’s mouth as if she had inhaled it whole. Susan released rolling whimpers, their pitch rising and falling as Marci’s lips greedily roamed her body, informing me of her euphoria.

Though there was no script aside from what their urges dictated, there was a clear progression. Marci, who before had only received from Susan, conquered her fears and was now the master. She knew this labyrinth and where to find the pots of gold and was hungry to make them her own.

Where Susan always responded to me magnificently, her responses to Marci were of a higher order. It was unfair, in that I couldn’t possibly know her as another woman would know her. I could only read the signals after the fact whereas Marci knew the secret switches that triggered them.

They both removed their bras and felt each other up like they were fondling a new found treasure. Marci, fully overcoming her inhibitions, moved down the bed and sweetly, delicately, removed Susan’s panties all the way. Susan stroked her tummy while looking expectantly at Marci who, gathering her courage, spread Susan’s legs. She dipped between and delicately kissed her inner thighs, moving in slow motion up each leg as Susan’s anticipation took the form of deeper breathing. She looked at me and smiled.

“Hold me,” she said. I put my arm around her and we watched Marci’s progress together. As she brushed her lips over Susan’s pubic hair, her body quivered then tensed. She held her breath as Marci’s tongue circled her slit and dipped deep between her legs. Susan gasped and squeezed my hand.

“Oh Marci! Oh God!!!” Her pelvis began to roll into Marci’s slow explorations, her tongue riding point, now sliding along Susan’s folds, slipping into her slit teasingly. Susan heaved in response and gripped my hand more tightly before putting it to her breast.

Without forewarning, Marci shifted into a higher gear. She sunk her tongue deep, then swept it up and down Susan’s slit and lower still. Susan jolted, raising her knees and kicking out her legs in a frantic spasm, then she rested her feet on the bed spread wider than before. Marci’s tongue focused and her fingers probed. Susan’s breathing became deeper, her moans were broader and richer. I squeezed her breast and she kissed my cheek, then gasped. Marci was now relentless, knowing exactly how to please Susan, how to take her to the cliff and hold her there and then…

Susan wailed as her body lost all control. “OH FUCK, FUCK! FUCK!!! OH MARCI… OH MY GOD!!!” She came in Olympic style, sending tremors throughout the bed and into the surrounding walls. With incredulous eyes, Susan looked at me, then Marci, panting hysterically. Marci rose to her side and they embraced. Susan rolled over her and smothered her in kisses until she was fully expended. Marci held her tenderly while she recovered.

I stroked Susan’s side and Marci stroked my arm. She bent down and planted slow kisses on Susan’s nipples, then sat up and stroked her thighs. After a few quiet moments, Susan propped herself on her elbows and looked at Marci.

“Wow,” she said.

“Did I do good?” asked Marci. “I’ve never eaten pussy before.”

“Holy hell yes!” She squeezed her legs together as her shoulders shivered. “God, Marci, I think you’re the best wife a woman could ever have. Jesus.” She shook her head. “Ryan, could you get me some water please?”

I brought her a glass of water. Marci was still stroking Susan’s legs when her attention wandered. She felt around her mouth with her tongue and, using her fingers, extracted something.

“Is this yours?” she asked Susan, holding up a pubic hair.

“Oh God! I’m sorry!”

“Hey, I don’t mind, but do you think we should get waxed if we’re going to be going down on each other all the time?”

“We might, but I love your pubes,” said Susan. “Anyway, doesn’t it hurt a lot?”

“My experience is kind of limited there.” She smiled at me. “Ryan knows.”

“What?” asked Susan.

“Marci had a productive stop at the salon the other day,” I said.

Susan looked at Marci’s crotch. “What did you do?”

“Nothing. I had my bottom waxed and bleached.”

“Ouch!” Susan laughed.

“I like pubic hair on women,” I said. “Does my opinion count?”

“What do you think,