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

panties, pushed me back into the sofa and climbed over my face. On the way, she managed to scrape my belly with her boot. Marci mounted my cock and rocked herself over it with an urgency seldom witnessed. I felt her fingers brush my tongue as she was also fingering Susan.

“Here it comes!” said Marci, who began convulsing. Her excitement was infectious. I had to fight the urge to come as both Marci and Susan achieved their first orgasms. We had earlier reached the point where, if both of them were ravaging me and one of them started to come, it would incentivize the other to so as well.

These two women were really in sync.

They lifted off and sat on either side of me panting. Their former excitement and swift ascension to bliss made me feel like a real Casanova.

“Wow,” said Marci. “That was quick.”

Susan chuckled. “I think we were the naughty ones, Marci. Ryan was a good boy.”

“We suck at being dominatrixes,” said Marci. “We got ourselves a little too excited.”

It was true that no expert in the field would use us in a dominatrix instruction video and thank God for that. This was as far as I wanted to go investigating this particular form of entertainment. Still, I felt like doing some domineering myself, albeit without props or leather.

“Take off your boots and tops,” I said, in a commanding tone.

“Oh, I think we’re in trouble, Marci.”

They both rose to de-dominatrix themselves. Once they were naked, I told them to kneel on the floor side-by-side. They did as they were told, then looked up at me like baby chicks waiting for their meal. I put my cock in Marci’s mouth and pulled Susan’s head over to my balls, which she promptly began to lick. It was a tight arrangement and took a moment to sort out correctly.

I watched them as their eyes shifted between looking at each other, their tasks at hand, and me. After another few moments they began improvising. They jointly drew their tongues along my shaft and alternated once reaching the tip who would take me into their mouth. Several times the both had their lips surrounding the crown, and this truly sent me into the rarified ethers.

“Now turn around and lean on your elbows face down,” I said, after locking into permanent memory their previous activities. They complied, and I entered Susan with a few deft thrusts,  then switched to Marci. They approved of this new direction, but I was having difficulty switching between them on the floor.

“Stand and follow me,” I instructed. I led them into the kitchen and bent them side-by-side over the island counter. They turned their heads to face each other and held their inboard hands together.

“Have we been bad?” asked Marci, using a girlish tone.

“I think Daddy’s mad, Marci,” said Susan, also affecting a girlish tone. “I hope he doesn’t spank us.”

“Really, you two,” I said, though I admit I wasn’t altogether put off, which troubled me. Then again, if these two wanted to play this way, who was I to get all high and mighty? Plus, it could make for an interesting conversation later.

“Please don’t spank us, Daddy,” said Susan, perhaps thinking she’d struck a lucrative vien. “We’ll be good girls!” Both she and Marci giggled.

“Just be quiet!” I said. I slapped them playfully on their asses which startled them.

“Oh fuck!” said Marci, laughing. They had both jumped but resumed their positions anyway. I gave Marci another smack and she laughed even harder. We all truly did suck at this domination stuff.

Moving them to the kitchen counter proved to be the better strategy for switching between them. I entered Susan without a forewarning and she gasped approvingly. I thrust hard and she lifted up from the counter to grip the far edge. She bowed her head to prepare for more and I continued.

Again without warning, I switched to Marci. She too grunted her approval and did her best to bang her ass into me. I repeated the process of switching between them several times, and this took things up a notch. I’d never before switched between them quite like this.

I hadn’t formulated how it all would finish and had to think literally on my feet.

I withdrew from Marci, who protested, and led them back into the living room.

I told her to lie on the floor, and instructed Susan to get between Marci’s legs facing her. They found this plan agreeable. I kneeled behind Susan and entered her from behind as I push her head down into Marci’s now quite swollen and wet center. Marci moaned and spread her legs while raising her knees.

This produced the magic formula to send us all over the edge which is where we promptly went. My excitement was of a netherworld variety. We convulsed into each other like a high speed crash. As Marci’s legs rose into the air in response to her orgasm, she nearly kicked me in the face. She was still bucking into Susan’s tongue as the last of my tremors subsided.

We fell off each other gasping for air. It took several moments before anyone of us stirred. Marci was the first out of the gate.

“Jesus, Ryan. You’re like a super fucker.”

“That’s kind of you to say, I think.”

Susan sat up. “What about me?”

“You’re a super licker, I guess,” said Marci.

“Thanks.” She extended her tongue, which I have to confess was freakishly long. No wonder Marci was a happy camper.

“We’re all good,” I said. “But I don’t think we’ll last long at this rate.”

It was many months later when, returning from another long day, I arrived home for a real surprise. They were sitting at the kitchen table and strangely excited when I walked in the door. A silence followed of some duration, with both of them staring at me expectantly. Perhaps they were wondering if I had brought them treats from the office. I was glad to see they weren’t wearing sexy nurse or French maid outfits. Instead, they