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A Tease for Two Ch. 01

By: DragonflySong



"Matt should be home pretty soon," Liane told me, as she preheated the oven. We were getting supper ready; salad with baked salmon was on the menu, and a bottle of white wine was chilling in the fridge. "He goes to the gym after work on Fridays", she continued, "but he'll have a quick shower when he gets home. I admit it's nice to have some girl time, and a chance to get to know you better." She was scooping some baby spinach into a large bowl, and I leaned against the counter, glad to be done with work for the day. 

"Thanks so much for letting me stay with you guys," I said. "I wouldn't have been able to afford to go to this conference, if I'd had to pay for a hotel room too." The three-day conference had ended that day, but I'd arranged to stay in town for the weekend, just to visit. 

I'd know Matt for years -- we were childhood friends, but his wife and I had only met a few times and I was looking forward to spending time with both of them. From everything Matt had told me about her, Liane was smart and fun, and kind of like me in many ways -- if a bit sweeter. People have always told me that I look naïve and something like a bookish librarian, but...the people that know me well know that there are definitely some edges underneath the innocent appearance. 

Liane, though, seemed to be sweet and innocent both inside and out -- or that's what her husband had implied. She was a few years older than me, and I was pushing 40, but she had a natural beauty and easily looked 10 years younger than I knew her to be. I envied how she could get by with almost no makeup; I tended to be a bit too self-critical for that. She was still dressed in her work clothes: casual dark grey pants with a pale blue blouse, that brought out the soft blue of her eyes. She wore her straight blonde hair loose and hanging just past her shoulders, tucking it behind her ear as she worked on the salad. My curly mass of red-brown hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and I was dressed more casually in dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

She smiled at me and ate a piece of red pepper she was slicing. "Kate, we wouldn't have dreamed of you staying in a hotel when we have the extra room here. Plus, it's more fun for all of us too."

I smiled back, "Well, thanks again. I'll make the dressing, if you like," I offered. 

"That would be great," she replied and got out the oil and balsamic for me, along with a small cup.

"I'm so happy the two of you found each other." I told her honestly, mixing together a simple vinaigrette. Matt had dated a lot of women, but never seemed to find someone who treated him as well as he deserved. He was a decent guy, but seemed drawn to the wrong type of women. 

"I feel pretty lucky to have met him," she agreed. 

"Matt's the lucky one," I responded, shaking my head, and laughed. "If I were a man, you'd completely be my type, you know. And actually, I don't need to be a man to appreciate how lovely you are." And she was. She was about my height -- 5'6", though slimmer than I was, with high, full breasts, and a bright smile. Maybe it was her sense of humour, and the fact that she had been laughing at my jokes all week. I was a sucker for that. I started to wonder if I was getting a bit of crush on my friend's wife. I'm not bisexual, per se, but I'd consider myself...heteroflexible, I guess. I'd never dated a woman, but I could certainly recognize an attractive one.

Liane got a bottle of white wine from the fridge, and opened it, pouring us each a glass.

"Why, Kate," she said jokingly, "are you flirting with me?"

It made me wonder if she was flirting back. Which would be kind of fun, I thought. 

I decided to be blunt, and see where it led. "I don't discriminate based on gender," I replied truthfully, looking at her sideways. "I know you don't swing that way, but yes, I find you very attractive." I actually had no idea if she was into women at all, but Matt had never implied anything remotely like that when he'd talked about her, and I thought it was better to play it safe.

I could see her cheeks colour slightly, and she looked down at the counter briefly, as she chopped, then back at me. "I find you attractive, too," she said. She paused for a moment and continued hesitantly, "I admit...I've always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman."

"So, you've never experimented...?" I asked. "Even when you were younger?"

"No," she admitted. "Have you?"

"I have," I told her, "though not often." Well, twice, if you count some drunken fumbling with a girl friend in University and a three-some with an ex-boyfriend and a female friend of his. He and I had stayed friends, and sometimes friends-with-benefits, and this had just been an extra benefit one time.

I picked up my glass of wine and passed her the other glass, silently wondering if I could get her drunk and seduce her. "Cheers," I said. We each took a sip. Probably not, I reconsidered. She seemed way too straight-laced for that. 

"Well, hey," I told her, not really expecting her to take me seriously, "if you're game while I'm here, I'd be up for helping you expand your horizons." I held my breath, not sure what she would say and hoping I had not just made the entire rest of the weekend incredibly awkward.

"I'm married, though..." she said, frowning slightly. This, I could work with, I thought.

"True enough," I began, thinking of what rationalisation would work with her, "though men often have a funny way of looking at sex between two women." I tried to gauge her reaction out of the corner of my eye. "They don't tend to see it as cheating. Particularly not if they get to watch." And I laughed. "Isn't that every man's fantasy? Two women together?"

She smiled too and looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I know that's a turn-on for Matt," she said. Yes, I thought to myself. I know it's a turn on for him, since he'd alluded to it before, and because he's a fairly typical heterosexual male.

I was starting to get aroused, thinking about it, and I found myself really hoping she'd be willing. It had been weeks since I'd had sex, and I'd left all my toys at home for the week. I took another sip of wine. "It actually might be fun to tease him with the idea, don't you think? Make him wonder how serious we are?"

She opened a drawer and got out 3 sets of cutlery. As she turned towards the table, I saw her smile again, with a hint of a naughty sparkle in her eyes. Maybe there was more evil to her than I'd realised. She turned back to me and said, "I think that would be fun." She was quiet for a moment and said, "Though, I admit, I'm sort of nervous -- I've never even kissed a woman. I'm not sure how I'd feel about it."

I licked my lips. This had potential. "Well, I could kiss you now as sort of a preview -- to see if it makes you uncomfortable, or....if it doesn't." Please say yes. Please say yes.

She glanced at the clock on the stove and put down the cutlery. I could see she was calculating when Matt would get home and whether he would walk in on something potentially embarrassing. "OK," she said, quickly, as if she were afraid she'd change her mind. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but ok."

I put down my wine glass and stepped over to her. "OK then," I said back. My heart was thumping in my chest. I leaned towards her and brushed back her hair with my right hand. I moved slowly, mindful of her body language, in case I needed to stop. Then I kissed her on the lips. They were soft, and I felt like I could melt into them. It's so different from kissing a man -- there's no stubble with a woman, and everything just seems more delicate. My hand curled gently around the back of her neck and drew her closer to me. I let my mouth open slightly and felt hers do the same. I daringly brushed her lips with my tongue and tasted the wine we had been drinking. I felt a pulse deep in my groin, and I had to stop myself from running my other hand over her breasts -- I could feel them just touching my own. Not wanting to push my luck, though, I reluctantly broke the kiss and stepped back, dropping my hand to my side. Fuck, she was sweet.

"Well?" I asked a bit breathlessly. "Are you up to teasing your husband?"

Her cheeks were pink and she seemed a bit short of breath too. "I think...I'd like to do that," she replied. 

I couldn't help but smile. This evening was about to get way more interesting. 

"OK. How about you just follow my lead, then? We'll start off slow, and if we do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or you want to stop, just say so. No worries. It's supposed to be fun -- that's the most important thing."

She smiled too, and I definitely saw a wicked gleam in her eye, this time. "I think this will be very fun, " she told me. 

We heard the front door open. Matt was home.

Dinner was delicious, and Liane and I engaged in some light flirtation throughout. Her cheeks maintained a lovely flush, either from the conversation, or the wine. I was careful not to drink too much -- I wanted to keep my wits about me. Matt seemed to be enjoying the banter, and played along. As we cleared the table and did the dishes, Liane and I made sure to casually touch each other frequently -- stroking my hand along the back of her neck, or she'd play with my ponytail as she walked by me. I was wondering how we'd move things along, when I saw her rotate her head in a stretch. 

"Sore neck?" I asked, a plan coming together in my head.

"A bit," she admitted. "It was a tough day at work." I moved up behind her and began to rub her neck and shoulders gently.

"Mmm," she said. "That feels good."

"You're really tense," I replied. "I enjoy giving massages," I told her. "I'd be happy to give you a proper one, if you'd like." 

"A proper one?" she asked, and turned to look at me.

"Well," I started, "it might be easier if you're sitting down or even lying down -- maybe on the bed?" 

She looked for a moment like she might demur, and I widened my eyes meaningfully at her. She smiled and said, "You know -- I think I'll take you up on that."

"Excellent," I said. "Do you have any massage oil?"

"I'm liking the sound of this," Matt interjected, laughing. "Do I get to watch?"

"Of course," I responded saucily, flipping my ponytail at him. "You can chaperone and make sure I don't take advantage of your wife." I winked at Liane.

She laughed and said, "But what's the fun in that?" She was definitely tipsy. She continued over her shoulder as she walked towards the bathroom, "Matt, why don't you get out the massage oil, and maybe light a few candles. I just need to freshen up."

I drew back the covers on the bed while Matt lit some candles in their bedroom. 

"What exactly are you planning?" he asked me quietly. Matt has known me for a long time. I could tell he had a notion what I was thinking, but I don't think he had any idea that Liane was in on it. Knowing Matt as I did, however, I could bet that he was hoping.

"Just helping to relax your wife," I told him innocently. "Why? What do think I'm planning?"

He didn't have a chance to respond, as Liane walked in just then. "How do you want me?" she asked. Oh, the possible answers to that question, I thought. I opted for straightforward. 

"Why don't you get naked and lie down under the sheet. I have to use the washroom too, so I'll be back when you're ready."

"OK," she said. As I walked out, I heard Matt said, "Naked and under the sheet -- she read my mind."

When I returned to the bedroom, she was exactly as instructed -- the sheet just covering her behind. Even in the dim light, I could see she had creamy pale skin, and a soft womanly figure. I wanted to run my tongue along her spine, but I knew there would be several steps before we could get there. Matt was sitting on a chair, facing the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him. 

"I don't want to get oil on my clothes -- you guys don't mind if I'm naked too, do you? I'm not overly modest," I said. I don't have a particularly exceptional physique, but I was past the age where I let it bother me too much. Plus the lighting was quite dim. Both said it would be fine with them, though I saw Matt swallow hard. As I stripped down, I could see him shift in his chair, pulling discretely at his jeans. I guess the teasing was having an effect, I thought.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her, reaching for the oil. I warmed some up in my hands, and started on her upper back and shoulders. She actually had a fair bit of tension in there, so I worked the knots for a while, along her shoulder blades and down her spine. The oil had a faint citrus scent to it, and it smoothed along her skin easily. As I worked my way down her back, I eased lower onto the bed, until I was kneeling between her thighs. The sheet moved lower, baring her bum as I massaged from lower back, to her hip, and then to her thighs. I gently rubbed the upper parts of her legs, I made sure to brush the inner thigh, high enough that I could feel she was getting wet. On one of the strokes, I barely touched her clit and moved away again -- but I heard her breathing hitch. I moved lower, massaging her calves and feet, before moving back up to her bum and lower back. I had to stretch forward to reach her back, and I let my breasts rub against her. My nipples were hard and as I stroked back down her bum, I had to stop myself from leaning down to use my tongue along her crack. 

I sat to one side, and said, "Turn over." She hesitated for just a moment, then rolled onto her back, quickly closing her eyes. I knelt and started up on her shoulders again, reaching her neck and the base of her skull. Her eyes stayed closed, and she sighed as I reached a particularly sore spot. I massaged first down one arm, to her hand and back up. Then moved across her to the other side, near Matt, who had his hands resting on his upper thighs. I could tell he was watching intently, and I definitely saw a bulge in his jeans, even though the massage had been fairly innocent up to now -- well - leaving aside the fact that we were both naked.

I massaged Liane's other arm and hand, placing it back gently on the bed when I was done. I straddled her hips and returned to her shoulders and upper chest, massaging gently. I gradually eased towards her breasts, moving in gentle circles towards her nipples. My vulva was feeling heavy and I could feel the wetness between my own legs. I brushed across one nipple and moved away towards her shoulder, then returned to it. Her eyes stayed closed, but her lips opened and I could hear her breathing become shallow. I wondered what Matt was thinking about all this, but I didn't dare look at him. Deciding to take the plunge, I leaned forward and licked one of her nipples. She gasped.

Neither of them made any move to stop me, so I flicked her nipple again with my tongue. I sucked gently on first one nipple, then the next, half expecting that, at any moment, she'd tell me to stop. I moved my lips lower, using my tongue to slide down her body, until I reached her trimmed bush. I stroked it lightly with my fingertips, kneeling between her legs. Her hair was softer than I had expected and a very light brown; I had been waxing all of mine for some time and had almost forgotten what it felt like to touch a pussy with hair. I had an urge to press my bare vulva against hers and rub myself to orgasm, but I concentrated on gentle strokes with my fingers. I lightly ran my fingers back up her stomach and over her erect nipples, and moved to cover her with my own body. As I stretched out on top of her, supporting my weight on my elbows, I kissed her full on the lips. It was even nicer than it had been in the kitchen. She readily opened her lips and tongue to mine. I heard myself make a contented sound deep in my throat, and pressed my pelvis slightly to hers. I could feel the lubrication in my genitals and I longed to have her stroke me.

I moved down her body again with my tongue, pausing at her breasts and then continuing downward. I shifted between her thighs, and I heard Matt clear his throat. Concerned that he was going to tell me to stop, I glanced up. He had his hand resting on the very obvious bulge in his jeans and I wondered if he was trying to decide whether he should pull it out. I smiled at him, and I guess that decided it for him; he started to quietly undo his belt.

I returned my attention to Liane, blowing gently on her bush and moving her thighs wider apart with my elbows. I ran my tongue up her inner thighs, teasing closer, but not yet touching her more sensitive areas. Using one hand, I eased open her vulva, exposing her clit. I could see her arousal, even in the dim light -- it looked wet and hot -- the same way my own felt now. I bent down and licked her clitoris softly, dipping lower towards her vagina, tasting her. She tasted tangy and slightly salty though still different from my own taste. 

I continued using my tongue on her clit in gentle flicks, feeling it harden with the action. Slowly, I eased one of my fingers inside her, and she moaned softly. I felt for the spot inside of her, connecting to where my tongue was working. Her hips began to thrust towards my mouth and her breathing sped up. I pressed my own pelvis against the bed in time to her thrusts, feeling the slippery wetness between my legs -- so sensitive without any hair between it and the bed. I moved my tongue away from her clit, not wanting her to come too soon, and she made a soft sound of disappointment. I licked teasingly around her thighs and vulva, sometimes connecting with her clit in a quick flick, and continuing the slow in and out movements of my fingers. Movement caught my eye from where Matt was sitting, and I could see that he now had his very hard penis in his hand and was stroking it rhythmically. 

I returned to a steady action on her clit again, licking up and down, slightly faster than before. Her hips began to press up to my mouth more urgently and I shifted my fingers inside her, more forcefully probing her upper wall, where I knew it felt good on myself. She made soft gasps and quiet moans as she squirmed and I had to work to keep my fingers and tongue on target. I could see Matt out of the corner of my eye, masturbating as he watched us, and the combination was enough to put me over the edge. I felt my orgasm peak just as Liane came into my mouth in a warm gush, and slowed my movements. 

She stilled and I sat up, moving off the bed. I discretely wiped my mouth and leaned over to give her a quick kiss. I said, "I hope you enjoyed your massage. I imagine your husband would like to have some quality time with you now," and smiled over at Matt. I bent down to retrieve my clothes and moved quickly towards the door, closing it behind me.

A Tease for Two Ch. 02



Although this can be read as a stand-alone story, it's a continuation of "A Tease for Two", for anyone interested in the prequel. Thank you to all those who provided me with feedback and encouragement to continue the story...

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I leaned against the closed door of the guest bedroom, and reviewed the last couple of hours in my head. Still naked and holding onto my clothes, I threw them onto the bed and held out my hands in front of me. Yes, they were shaking. Must have been the adrenaline. 

I could not believe that I had just seduced Matt's wife, that he had watched the whole thing, and most of all, that Liane had gone along with it!

It all happened so quickly - from our conversation in the kitchen to my off-hand proposition to Liane...the flirtation over supper, the massage, and then... I felt a familiar pulse low in my body as I thought of what I had done to her, and her reaction. Well, she certainly appeared to have enjoyed it. I smiled. Rather reassuring, since it was my first time going down on a woman. I licked my lips, still tasting her.

My hands strayed to my breasts and then lower. I had obviously enjoyed it too. I had orgasmed while giving a blowjob before but, clearly, performing oral sex on a woman had the same effect on me. I absentmindedly touched myself as I recalled how she had squirmed while I licked her and the final gush of fluid at the end. Was that what a female ejaculation looked like from the other side? I had been known to squirt occasionally, though more often during intercourse, and I'd never actually seen myself in a mirror. The taste had been interesting too - subtly different from the flavour of her regular arousal. And from mine. Did all women taste so different? With men, well, it tended to depend on what they'd had to eat or drink recently. 

I closed my eyes and thought of her slippery wetness and how my tongue had slid over her so easily. I could feel my own fingers become slick again and realised I had begun to stroke my clitoris in earnest. I might as well get comfortable. I moved my clothes from the bed and lay on top of the covers. I closed my eyes again and started with my breasts, teasing first one nipple into erection, and then the other. I could feel the invisible connection between them and my clitoris and sighed. It was nice, but it always felt better when someone else did it. 

I used one hand to gently twist and play with my nipples, while the other played lower. I dipped my middle finger inside, getting it wet, and then stroked slowly along my clitoris, remembering how hard Liane's clit had become as I licked it. My hips began to move of their own volition, and I thrust two fingers inside with a bit more force, using the base of my hand to press and rub that sensitive spot. 

I quickly abandoned my nipples, moving the second hand down so I could devote more attention to my clit while still using my fingers to fuck myself. I began to fantasise that it was Liane who was doing this to me, and I felt my climax approach. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out as I had an intense orgasm, my toes curling and my eyes squeezing shut. 

I wiped my hands on my stomach and grabbed my PJs. I wondered if I could tiptoe to the bathroom to get washed up and ready for bed without anyone seeing me. Listening quietly at the door, I heard faint noises from Matt and Liane's bedroom, so I dashed across the hall and quickly closed the bathroom door. I would sleep well tonight.

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Saturday morning was a fairly typical sunny and cool September day. I had stayed in bed until after 8am, which was late for me, but I admit I was also delaying leaving the sanctuary of the guest bedroom. I was worried about seeing Liane again. What if she regretted the events of last night? I wasn't so concerned about Matt's reaction. I knew him well enough to know he would have taken it in his stride. I was actually dying to talk to him alone about how Liane had felt. 

Taking my courage in my hands, I stepped out of the room. I was still wearing the black cotton camisole and shorts I had slept in. My hair was a messy tangle of auburn curls, coming loose from my braid and hanging to midway down my back. I was also still wearing my glasses, not having bothered with my contacts yet. 

I ventured barefoot into the kitchen. I thought I could smell coffee brewing, so at least someone was up and about. Sure enough, Liane was there, still in her nightclothes, which consisted of an oversized white t-shirt and probably nothing underneath. I let my mind skim over that part. 

"Good morning," I said, stepping into the room and trying to put a normal smile on my face. 

"Good morning, Kate" she replied. "Are...how...um...did you sleep well?" she continued, stammering slightly and turning a very bright red. 

She was standing at the kitchen counter, her blonde hair still tousled from sleep, and looking - well - lovely. Did I actually think she seemed prettier this morning, now that I'd experienced her up close and personal the night before? Whether or not that made sense, it seemed to be true. Her features were delicate and I noticed a faint dusting of freckles across her cheeks that I hadn't noticed before. Her bare legs were pale, as was the rest of her. I was reminded of how soft they had felt and how I had enjoyed running my hands over them and licking up her inner thighs... 

Concentrate, I thought to myself. Sometimes orgasms are like chips: once you have one, you want to have another, and another, until you work your way through the entire bowl. Of course, once my mind started down that road, I was reminded of the tangy and slightly salty taste of her, which certainly did nothing for my conversational skills this morning. What had her question been?

"Very well, thanks," I told her, rallying my wits. She was stirring some milk into her coffee and turned back towards me as I spoke. Then, since approaching things directly was my nature, I blurted out, "Are you okay? I mean - I hope you're not having any regrets. It was fun - I know I enjoyed it and...I hope you did too," I finished. Rather lamely, I thought. Oh God.

My gaze dropped to her breasts where I could see her erect nipples under the t-shirt. Had they been that way when I first entered the kitchen? Was she becoming as aroused as I was, just remembering last night? I realised I had licked my lips, thinking about her breasts and I forced myself to stay calm and as normal as possible given the situation. 

Liane glanced briefly up to my eyes before turning away and opening one of the kitchen cabinets. "I actually really enjoyed it," she said shyly. "Really," she repeated more firmly. Well, that was a relief. "Um," she started, "would you like some coffee?"

Somewhat reassured that she was able to approximate normalcy, I responded in the affirmative and moved towards her. She placed a mug on the counter and filled it with coffee. The milk pitcher was still on the counter, so I poured some into my mug and moved with her towards the table. We had both just sat down when Matt walked in. 

He was dressed only in PJ bottoms and I noticed how toned his upper body was. As he leaned over to kiss his wife's cheek, I was aware of how the pants hung loosely on his hips and how much skin was showing on that side of the room. I am a basket case, I thought to myself, shaking my head in a purely internal gesture.

He stood up and I could see his own gaze stray to my nipples, which I imagined were hard and quite visible through my thin cami. He raised an eyebrow at me and smiled, saying, "Good morning ladies. How is everyone this morning?" He seemed to be completely at ease and either unaware or unconcerned by the sexual tension in the room. Or maybe the sexual tension was only in me? 

"Good thanks," I replied, forcing my mind away from thoughts of pulling his PJ pants down and taking him into my mouth. Oral sex was one of my favourite activities. I enjoyed the taste and smell of a man but I also enjoyed the intoxicating sense of power. 

As Liane responded similarly to his question, my attention was brought back to her and then I was struggling with a mental image of kneeling in front of her chair, lifting up her t-shirt and delving into her sweetness again. Holy crap - was my entire day going to be like this? I didn't think my sanity would survive it. Certainly not my self-control.

"We still going to the gym later?" Matt asked. He had planned to take me as a guest for a workout this morning, since Liane had errands to run and lunch with a friend planned. 

She stood and walked over to the fridge, bending down to reach something on a lower shelf. As I watched her t-shirt ride up and expose all too much of her body to the room, I thought to myself that some strenuous physical exercise might be exactly what I needed today.

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"Holy Shit, Kate," Matt began as soon as we got into his car to drive to the gym, "what the hell happened with you and Liane before I got home last night?" He didn't sound angry - in fact, I could see a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I teased. I wondered what she had told him about our conversation in the kitchen. Had she told him about the kiss? I recalled her soft lips, and her tentative tongue and had to drag myself back to listening to Matt.

"How did you convince her? I never would have thought she'd agree to that!" he said. "She's usually so - well, she's pretty inhibited. She's never even touched herself in front of me."

"We just talked," I told him, "and she seemed to be open the idea - I wasn't sure if she'd back out once we got naked though. But more importantly, how was she after I left? Did you guys talk? Was she really okay with it?" She might have said so to me, but Matt was her husband and I expected she'd be more honest with him. Before this week, she and I had met maybe three times, though I'd known Matt since we were kids.

He laughed. "Well, first we had sex because I thought I was going to explode when she came with you licking her." He shook his head. "But yeah, we talked after. She said she was kind of embarrassed but she admitted that she enjoyed it." He glanced over to me quickly and started, "In fact..." He paused.

"In fact, what??" I demanded. "C'mon, Matt, don't do this to me! What??" I tried to stop my thinking processes altogether, not wanting to become hopeful.

"Well," he said, clearly enjoying drawing out my torture. "She actually said that it made her want to experience it from the other side of things." He had the biggest grin on his face now.

"You mean..." I started to say, but he interrupted. 

"Oh yes. She wants to do you. She wants to try going down on you."

Holy Fuck. This was more than I had imagined. I felt my pulse beat in my groin and pressed my thighs together while we waited at a red light. Matt had turned to look at me and I'm sure he could imagine my thoughts. 

"Well," I said, after clearing my throat. "I think you can guess my answer to that."

I frowned. "So...will this just be another girl-on-girl event or will you be involved too this time?" I asked.

"I didn't ask her about that," he said. "I'm not sure how she'd feel about seeing me have sex with another woman and I didn't want to freak her out so that she'd bail altogether. I think she might be okay with me doing stuff to her at the same time, too, though, " he finished.

I was totally okay with that, I thought. I'm more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist anyway. He pulled up at the gym and parked the car. This was going to be one well-needed workout.

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"More wine?" Matt asked and I swear he smirked when we both immediately held out our glasses. We were puttering around the kitchen, cleaning up after another enjoyable dinner. The wine had flowed fairly steadily since the start of supper preparations and I had tried to put thoughts of any post-supper activity out of my mind. Liane and I had teased Matt about everything under the sun and he had suffered it with good humour. 

There had been no discussion about last night's seduction or any indication that there might be a repeat performance this evening. Liane was being flirty, though, I noticed. Maybe more than yesterday? Or was I reading too much into her behaviour? She certainly seemed relaxed which reassured me that she wasn't feeling regret or embarrassment. I watched her hands gesture animatedly as she told a story about someone at work last week and thought about how long her fingers were, how delicate, how soft her skin was...

Breathe, I thought. And stop staring at her. Definitely not at her breasts, I chastised myself, reminded of how they had filled my cupped hands, smaller but slightly perkier than mine, and how she had gasped when I licked them. My own nipples ached at the thought.

After the gym, Matt and I had stopped off at the liquor and grocery stores and were well underway with supper preparations by the time Liane returned home. Knowing she had quite the sweet tooth, I whipped up a batch of brownies for dessert and we were now enjoying them with a second bottle of wine. Or could it have been the third? Hmm. 

I swirled my red wine and watched as the viscous fluid ran down the insides of the glass. I brought it to my lips for another sip and saw that Liane was looking at me. Holding my gaze, she casually licked a droplet of wine from the edge of her glass. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my cheeks flush. Did she have any inkling as to the effect she was having on me?

"Could you bring me that empty bottle, please, Honey," Matt asked her. She stood unsteadily and brought him the bottle, pausing for a kiss. I was pretty sure I saw her run a hand over his ass and possibly even brush it over his crotch before he turned back to the sink.

My overall state of intense horniness had not remotely dissipated with the workout today. Push ups had reminded me of lying on top of Liane, squats had stimulated my butt and thigh muscles which were far too close to my groin, and even in the shower I'd found myself soaping up my breasts longer than absolutely necessary. It hadn't helped that Matt had worn a very form-fitting shirt for his workout. Now, I had a brief mental image of his naked body moving rhythmically over his wife's, her bare legs clasping his hips...I closed my eyes for a moment, almost able to feel the deep penetration of a cock inside me. I'm getting wet, I thought to myself. If nothing happens tonight, I'll have to take care of myself before I'll be able to sleep. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on the conversation.

Matt was in his customary blue jeans and a long sleeved grey Henley. He had shaved today and as he rinsed the empty wine bottle for recycling, I was reminded of how handsome he was. The dark grey of his shirt brought out the deep blue of his eyes, I mused. They had always reminded me of the colour of the ocean on a stormy day.

I am drunk, I thought to myself. I have passed through tipsy and am well and truly drunk. Oh dear. This had not been in the plan. Or at least not in MY plan. Thinking about some of Matt's comments this afternoon, I wondered how much he had engineered. I looked over at Liane, her cheeks pink, her much paler blue eyes looking just a touch unfocused and realised that she was very likely a couple of sheets to the wind as well. She was talking about something her friend had told her today while distractedly putting a dish on the kitchen counter. Matt managed to rescue the plate just before it completely missed the surface. He looked over to me and smiled, rolling his eyes. I laughed out loud when I realised that Liane had been oblivious to this entire exchange. 

"What?" she asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

Matt wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug and told her, "You know you're drunk, right?"

"I very well may be," she responded solemnly. "But," she continued, "I wanted to get Kate drunk so I could have my way with her and I didn't want her to feel self-conscious that she was the only tipsy one."

Matt threw back his head and laughed while my mouth dropped open. This was the slightly evil Liane that Matt had told me about, I realised. Not quite the prim office manager she seemed on the outside - there were depths to this woman. I could see the attraction. 

Liane walked over to me and reached for my hand. She pulled me to my feet, though my tired muscles had to work a bit to keep myself from overbalancing on top of her. We were standing inches apart. She placed both of her hands on my arms. She looked into my eyes and said, "My turn."

Then she kissed me. My eyes closed automatically and I was vaguely aware that her hands had moved around to my back. Her soft lips pressed into mine, much more confidently than the day before. Our mouths opened and our tongues, tasting of red wine and chocolate, began to play and tease. I allowed my own hands to stray over her body - one reaching up to mingle in her silky blonde hair and the other lower, to clasp her buttocks and pull our pelvises together. 

I made a noise deep in my throat when I felt her teeth bite gently at my lip and I groaned as her tongue made its way along my jawline and neck. I wanted to cleave myself to her and had to concentrate to hold back. She was much more aggressive than I had imagined her capable of being and it was pushing all my erotic buttons. 

I reached a hand under her t-shirt, tracing the lace of her bra where it rested against the mound of her breast. I didn't want to frighten her off when it seemed that my all-day fantasies had an excellent chance of being fulfilled. Apparently I had no need to worry, though. Her hands pulled at my own t-shirt, lifting it over my stomach and quickly over my head. I wanted to feel her skin against mine so I did the same. We stood in the kitchen, both only in jeans and our bras, and I realized that I had no idea what Matt was doing - I had forgotten him altogether. 

I couldn't dwell on that, though, as Liane was undoing the clasp at my back and slipping my bra off my arms and to the floor. Her fingers found my nipples, now hard and sensitive and she stroked and pulled at them gently. I reached for the front of her pants, fumbling to undo them, but she took my hand again and led me to the couch. She sat and positioned me in front of her. My button and zipper were quickly undone and she pulled my jeans over my hips and down, helping me to step out of them. She had left my black lace panties on and now she leaned forward to kiss along the top edge of them. It was just as well that her hands were firm on my hips or I would have pulled away in shock when she licked a vertical line along my pussy. She looked up at me and grinned then slowly slid my panties down to join my jeans in a puddle at my feet. 

She ran her tongue up my thigh, teasing closer to my slit. I was glad I had waxed earlier in the week - it was still very smooth and I could enjoy every delicious sensation. Her hands moved to my buttocks, stroking and kneading, and I spread my legs farther apart in a tacit request. She obligingly ran her tongue closer to the edges of my pussy. I could feel my own arousal like a wet heaviness. She finally connected with my clit and I let out a moan. I placed one foot up on the couch next to her, giving her easier access. Oh God, it felt amazing! It seemed like it had been forever since someone had licked me. 

My hands resting lightly on her shoulders for support, I looked up and noticed Matt. He was sitting in the chair I had vacated and his hand was resting on the bulge in his pants. It was brighter than it had been in the candlelit bedroom last night and I had a much clearer view. As he noticed me watching him, he unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his cock. He squeezed the shaft and then used his thumb to rub the precum over the tip, slowly stroking while he watched us.




A Tease for Two Ch. 02



I was pulled back to Liane abruptly when I felt a finger slowly move into my pussy. Her tongue continued its light flicks as first one finger then a second thrust easily into me. I was so tightly wound that I was afraid I would come if she continued much longer and I wanted to draw this out. I pulled on her shoulders and she stood. I kissed her firmly, tasting myself as she opened her mouth eagerly to mine. I rubbed my pelvis against her and felt the coarse fabric of her jeans on my pussy. 

"I have to taste you," I gasped, my hands shaking as I undid her pants and quickly slid them off her. She was now standing in front of me, her neatly trimmed bush level with my face. She stepped sideways out of her pants and underwear and, as I had done, placed on foot on the couch. Her hands rested on my head and I bent to lick and nibble my way towards her most sensitive areas. I breathed in the smell of her arousal before allowing my tongue to connect with her clit. She cried out and I looked up briefly. Her head was tilted back and I noticed that her bra had been removed and replaced by a set of hands. Matt was standing behind her and from what I could see, he was also naked. I watched his fingers begin to play with her nipples as I returned to my task. 

I lapped at her pussy, circling her clit with my tongue, teasing along the sides, before sliding one, then a second finger into her. Her hands pressed more firmly on my head, pushing me into her groin. I reached around to squeeze her ass and my hand connected with other skin. Matt. From the brief contact, I could tell that his erect penis was poking into her, but as much as I wanted to grasp and stroke it, I restrained myself. Not sure if Liane would go for that and I had plenty to occupy my attention. 

Her breath was coming more raggedly and I focused my actions on her clit, feeling it become hard as her orgasm approached. She gasped once and came with a small gush over my fingers. My own clit pulsed and throbbed as I slowed my tongue movements. Her hands on my head loosened. 

"Lie down," she ordered and I obediently crawled onto the couch, lying on my back. I could clearly see her wet inner thighs, her erect nipples, her flushed cheeks, and her naked husband standing behind her, his penis sticking straight towards us. He had a very intent look on his face and I could just imagine the effect this tableau was having on him. 

Liane climbed onto the couch as well, positioning herself between my legs. Her ass was sticking up in the air and she delved into my slippery folds. Matt moved closer to her, stroking the head of his cock along her pussy lips. He grasped her hips firmly and plunged into her. Liane lifted her head to cry out once before returning to licking and finger fucking me. I could see Matt's cock thrusting in and out of her, wet and slick. The sight of him fucking his wife while she sucked and licked at my cunt was enough to send me over the edge. 

I pressed my hand over my mouth as I came, trying uselessly to muffle my own cries. She continued to lick me, mercilessly, pushing a third finger into me. I grabbed the back of the arm rest as a second orgasm gripped me. I heard Matt's groan mingle with my own as he came. Liane slowed and gradually stopped her action on me and moved up to lay her body on top of mine. 

She kissed me, her hips moving rhythmically and I found my arousal returning. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to grind my pussy into hers. She sat up, seeming instinctively drawn as I was to connect at the groin. Our legs intertwined and we began to press and writhe into each other. I pinched at her nipples and she moaned. She raised one of my legs up to rest on her shoulder, increasing the contact between our pussies and I was amazed at the wild abandon on her face. I could feel her bush rubbing against my clit, sensitive from my orgasms. It felt so good. 

Matt moved forward to kiss her, replacing my hands with his. It was too much for me. I came a third time and heard her moan turn to a cry as she came again too. Our movements slowed and she leaned forward to kiss me again. Although it was softer and calmer than earlier, it was still a passionate mingling of tongues. I was surprised at how much we had both surrendered to the experience. I didn't think it was entirely the wine that was responsible either. 

"Thank you," I told her. "That was incredible. You are incredible." And she was. She was gorgeous with her tousled hair and her well-fucked glow. I wanted nothing more right now than to crawl into bed with her - or possibly with both of them - and snuggle our way into sleep. And then wake up and do it all over again.

"You are most welcome," she replied, smiling, and to my surprise, she kissed me again. 

We hadn't noticed that Matt had slipped to the kitchen, but he returned with two tall glasses of water. We sat up on the couch, angled slightly towards each other and remarkably unselfconscious of our nakedness. He handed us the glasses and returned to the kitchen. 

"So," Liane started, "your flight doesn't leave until tomorrow night, right?"

"Eight-forty-five," I responded, sipping gratefully at the cold water. All that heavy breathing and moaning was thirsty work. 

"Excellent," she said, looking sideways at Matt where he had perched on the arm of the couch, drinking his own glass of water. "Because there are a couple of other things I've always wanted to try," she finished. And she smiled.



A Tease for Two Ch. 03



I sat at the kitchen table, nursing my second cup of coffee. I was really getting too old for late Saturday nights involving drunken orgies. Ok, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration. It's true that 38 isn't really "old" - or at least I hoped it wasn't - and I wasn't that drunk last night. And it wasn't exactly an orgy. Though with my limited experience in that venue, sex with another woman who was simultaneously having sex with a man was probably as close as I'd likely get to an orgy. 

You would also think that after two nights of pretty awesome sex with multiple orgasms, I would be ready for a sex-hiatus. But recalling some of the details from the weekend was triggering a tell-tale tingling in my erogenous zones. And then, of course, there was the post-coital conversation with Liane last night. I closed my eyes for a moment as I recalled what she had suggested 

"There are a couple of other things I've always wanted to try," she said. 

"Oh?" I responded, licking my lips and wondering what could possibly top tonight's escapades. 

"Well," she continued before stopping and glancing at her husband. "Matt," she said, placing a hand on his bare thigh where he was perched on the arm of the couch. "Could you give Kate and me a few minutes alone, please?" 

Matt looked startled, but gave her a quick kiss on the lips and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom and bedrooms. I couldn't help admiring his very well formed naked butt during the process. I returned my attention to Liane just as she turned back to me from having done the same and we exchanged a rather conspiratorial smile. She grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over us. I was relieved - the wine buzz was abating and I was starting to feel a bit self-conscious being naked in the all-too-brightly-lit living room. 

"I'm not sure how to say this," Liane said, looking a bit uncomfortable. She paused and I wasn't sure if I should wait or say something but I couldn't think of a single thing to help. I had absolutely no idea what was on her mind. 

"Well," she began again, "You might have noticed that I'm - " And she stopped. What? I thought to myself. Naked? Horny? Bi-curious? 

I took a wild leap. "Shy?" I asked. 

She smiled with relief. "Yes," she agreed. "I'm really inhibited when it comes to sex. There are so many things that I've heard about or that I think Matt would like or that I'd kind of like to try, but I just don't know how to approach it with him or how to do them and I've never felt like there was anyone I could ask before. None of my girl friends are the types of people to talk about sex and I don't want to turn Matt off or freak him out or..." She took a breath. "But I feel like I can talk to you about this." Wow. When she starts talking, I thought... 

I smiled back at her, feeling a bit shell-shocked. 

"Liane", I said firmly, "There is nothing you could possibly say to upset or offend me or make me uncomfortable. I'm actually really happy that you're willing to try some new stuff." I nudged her gently with my shoulder under the blanket. "And I bet you anything Matt would be game too." 

"You're right - I'm sure you're right. I bet he's been wanting more for ages," she looked down at her hands, tensely clutching the blanket. 

"Hey," I laughed, "he doesn't seem like a husband who's been particularly deprived in the sex area either, so I wouldn't stress it. But if there are things you want to try with him..." I looked away for a moment as my heart thumped hard, "...or with me - or whatever. Well, you should feel okay talking about it." My mind began to stray to all the possibilities I had been fantasising about for months if not years. Was she thinking about strap-ons, perhaps? I'd always wanted to experiment with them but had never found an interested partner. The thought of fucking her with a strap-on, maybe while she sucked her husband off or...other combinations began to unfold in my mind. 

A quick sideways hug from Liane brought my attention back to her. She had released her death grip on the blanket and seemed more relaxed. She let out a big sigh. "Ok," she said. "First off - have you ever given a blow job?" 

Now, sitting at the kitchen table, I chuckled quietly at the memory. I had tried to control my obvious surprise at the naïveté of the question as well as the nervous bubble of laughter that had threatened to burst from my mouth. After a deep calming breath, I had told her that yes, I had some experience in that realm. This led her to confession that she had never really given one before - not start to finish. She hadn't avoided it for the stereotypical reason that she thought it was gross. On the contrary, she had no issue with having a cock in her mouth. But she was worried she would give a bad blowjob and was too scared to try. That, and she didn't know what she was supposed to do when he ejaculated. 

We came up with a plan for the afternoon. 

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Matt was lying on his back on the bed, naked, with a blindfold, exactly has he had been instructed. Liane thought the blindfold might help with her inhibitions - at least somewhat - and the plan was to leave the lights on so she could see what I was doing. She had given him an overview of the plan and said he was "keen". I chuckled to myself in recollection. Yes, men are generally pretty keen when offered a blowjob. 

The dark blue drapes of the master bedroom were drawn, keeping out the afternoon sun as well as any potentially prying eyes, I supposed. Liane was standing nervously to one side of the bed, wringing her hands and darting wide eyes from me to her husband, who was clearly enjoying the anticipation, judging from the semi-hardness of his penis. She was wearing a long button down shirt though I wasn't sure if she had anything on underneath it. 

Well, I thought. First we have to get her relaxed. 

I walked over to her and took both of her hands. I kissed her gently on the lips (I could get used to this, I thought) and asked, "You all set? Just like we discussed. I'll take the lead." I stroked her blonde hair lightly with one hand, letting it trail down her shoulder and arm, barely brushing the side of her breast. 

She reached shyly for my shirt, pulling it over my head and letting it drop to the floor. I had left my jeans in the other room so I was now wearing nothing but my favourite blue lace Victoria Secret bra and matching panties. I had pulled my hair into a loose ponytail to keep it out of my way. I am nothing if not practical. 

I moved closer to her, sliding my hands under her shirt to lightly stroke her back. She closed her eyes for another kiss and I pulled her towards me, pressing our lips and torsos together. I lost myself for a moment in the play of our tongues, my fingers feeling for the buttons of her shirt, desperate to feel her skin against mine. 

The last button undone, I pushed open her shirt and moaned softly when I felt her naked breasts graze my chest. I cupped them in my hands, brushing against her nipples while we kissed, her hands resting on my arms. She gasped when I squeezed her nipple and I moved to her mouth again. She tasted faintly of mint toothpaste and her tongue felt hot as it twirled along my own. She reached around my back and I felt her unclasp my bra. She slid it down my arms and then our breasts were pressing together. I bent to suck at one of her nipples and she let out a low moan. I flicked my tongue at the other before running it up her neck to bite gently below her ear. 

She ran a hand along my hip to my bum pressing our pelvises together and we kissed again more passionately, all tongues, teeth, and hands, gasping softly when either of us reached a sensitive spot. 

I suddenly remembered the other person in the room and chuckled as I broke the kiss. Liane opened her eyes, looking at me questioningly. "Matt," I said simply. "I forgot about him for a second." I shrugged apologetically and told her, "Kissing you is rather distracting." 

She smiled and looked over to her husband. Though his blindfold was still secure, his cock was now hard against his pelvis and his hands were stiff at his sides. I guess we hadn't been particularly quiet. 

"Were you enjoying listening to us, Matt?" I asked, grinning cheekily at Liane. 

"I'd love to be able to watch," he replied somewhat wistfully. 

"Now, don't be greedy," Liane scolded him, though she walked over to kiss him briefly on the lips. 

"Hmm," I began thoughtfully, "perhaps we could give you a bit more to listen to. Liane, why don't you go lie down next to him?" 

She moved around to the other side and lay on her back next to her husband, their hands barely touching. I slipped out of my panties and climbed on the bed near her feet. 

"Let's see if you can imagine what I'm doing to Liane just from the sounds," I said to Matt. I spread her legs slightly apart and positioned myself between them. I blew gently on her hair and bent to kiss her inner thigh, running my tongue along it, moving slowly towards her pussy. I could smell her arousal and see that she was already wet. Looking up the length of her body, I could see that her eyes were closed but her head was turned slightly towards Matt. 

Using my thumbs, I opened the folds of her vulva and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I moved my tongue softly towards her clit. I teased around it, first along one side and then the other. From the corner of my eye, I could see her hand clutching Matt's. 

I flicked my tongue over her clit once and she gasped. I dipped to her vagina, tasting her tangy juices and sliding them over her folds. I let one of my fingers play around the entrance of her vagina while I licked, teasing just inside. I could feel the heat of her on my lips, and paused to kiss her clitoris softly. It was already swelling from the attention. 

She made a quiet whimpering noise and I imagined she was hoping for more. I relented and began to bathe her clit in long slow strokes, pausing momentarily to suck at it gently before returning my tongue to flicking and licking it. As I slowly thrust first one finger, then a second into her pussy, I was sure Matt could hear how wet she had become. Her hips began to move in time with my tongue so I moved away from her pussy, not wanting her to come too quickly. 

"I supposed we should continue with the agenda for this afternoon," I teased her. Her eyes flashed open and she bit her lip, nodding with a small smile. I moved between Matt's legs. 

"There are two things to remember when giving a blow job," I had told her this morning. "Actually," I corrected, "three things." I checked them off on my fingers. "You want to watch your teeth; use enough lubrication; and most importantly, you need to enjoy yourself." I had smiled as I considered. "Giving a blow job can be an incredibly erotic and powerful sensation. There's really nothing like it." 

I was looking forward to this. As much as I had enjoyed going down on Liane, I was craving the feeling of a cock in my mouth. 

Liane sat up and moved closer to me, watching my movements. Just as I had with her, I ran my tongue along Matt's inner thigh. He had neatly trimmed his public hair, for which I was very grateful. I stroked his balls with my tongue, circling closer to his shaft, tracing the line of the vein between them. He smelled of soap with that distinctive musty undertone that I found so arousing in men. I was already wet, but now my clit pulsed and I pressed my pelvis harder to the mattress. 

I slowly traced my tongue along his shaft, moving closer to the tip and then pausing to circle and move lower again, teasing. On the next upward stroke, I used my tongue to brush against the edge of the head before returning to long slow strokes. I loved to draw this part out, imagining the anticipation he must be feeling, wondering if on the next stroke, I would reach the sensitive tip and suck him into my mouth. 

A bead of moisture formed on his tip. My mouth watered with my own anticipation. I continued up the shaft to that droplet, licking it slowly and savouring the taste and slippery texture of it. I circled the head of his cock with my tongue before lowering my mouth onto him. He gasped. My tongue continued back and forth motions along his shaft as I moved his cock deeper into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat. I consciously relaxed my throat muscles and brought him deeper for a moment before sliding back up. 

Liane watched me intently. She licked her lips and I gripped the base of Matt's cock, angling it towards her mouth. Her turn. She mimicked the circular licking and the long strokes I had made with my tongue before sucking him into her mouth. She bobbed her head and I slowed her with my hand. "Gentle," I told her. She returned to the slow licking. 

I widened Matt's legs and flattened myself to the bed, allowing Liane to continue her attentions on his shaft, while I returned to his balls. I could tell from his breathing that he was enjoying the activity and Liane seemed to be quite comfortable - and aroused, judging from the way she kept pressing her legs together. 

I sat up and moved quietly off the bed. Liane looked up at me and I pointed to Matt's blindfold with a questioning look. She considered briefly, then nodded. I slid it off and he blinked at the light. While still fairly dim, it would seem bright after being blindfolded for so long. 

"Never say we're not accommodating to your wishes," I told him with a grin. He grinned back, his eyes moving from one naked body to the next. 

"Liane," I suggested, "put him inside you for a moment." I could see that her cheeks were flushed. She obligingly straddled her husband, positioning him with one hand and sliding down his penis. She closed her eyes for a moment when he was fully inside of her and then started to move. 

"Slowly," I told her and she eased her pace, eyes still closed. Matt gripped her hips with his hands, watching his cock move in and out of his wife rhythmically. I knelt back onto the bed and leaned in to flick at Liane's nipple with my tongue. She groaned. I rolled the other one with my fingers as I sucked and nibbled gently. I thought she might be getting close and I still had some plans for all three of us. 

"Liane," I said firmly, "stop." I wasn't sure if she'd listen to me but she did. She immediately stilled her movements and turned towards me. I smiled and leaned in to give her a kiss. I had intended it to be a quick one, but it turned into a much longer exploration of tongues and roaming of hands. Fingers found each of my nipples, rolling and tugging at them, one hand distinctly softer than the other. 

I finally broke away with an effort and said to Liane, " We should clean him off a bit." She looked puzzled for a moment but quickly caught what I had in mind. She moved to the other side of his legs so that we were kneeling on either side of him. I leaned towards his cock, holding her gaze and she did the same. We slowly licked his length, tasting her juices mixed with his. Matt was rock hard, pre-cum oozing from his tip. I wondered if he was having difficulty holding back. 

I sat up, idly running my fingers along Liane's back to the base of her spine and back up to tangle in her hair. She had taken his cock into her mouth again and was slowly moving up and down, holding the base with one hand. I needed her attention. I gathered her hair in one hand and pulled gently. She lifted up to look at me. 

"Should we put him out of his misery yet?" I asked her. 

She considered for a moment, looking first at Matt, then back at me. "Soon," she said. "But there is one more thing we need to do first." 

Curious, but pleased at her initiative, I told her: "You're in charge, then." 

Liane had that sly smile on her face that I was coming to enjoy so very much. "Get on your hands and knees, Kate," she ordered. I moved to the centre of the bed and positioned myself as she had asked, wondering what she had in mind. She placed herself in front of me, legs bent, her head on the pillows and her pussy directly between my hands. Works for me, I thought. I lowered my head towards her, but she grabbed it with both hands. 

"One more thing," she said. "Matt, get behind Kate." She bit her lip again for a moment before continuing. Her cheeks were very pink now. "I want you to - to fuck her - but I don't want you to come," she said all in a rush. She looked at me and asked quietly, "Is that okay with you?" 

Hell yes, I thought, but said only, "As long as I get to lick you at the same time," and grinned at her. She smiled back and said, "Yes please. I'd like you to make me come that way, Kate - please!" 

She released my head and I lowered it to her pussy once more, just as I felt Matt press into me. I moaned with the first stroke and Liane echoed the sound. 

Fuck. His cock felt so unbelievably hard. He moved so slowly, pressing to the very depths of me and pausing there as I pushed back against him, his hands gripping my hips. I ground my ass into his pelvis, relishing the full feeling in my pussy. It wouldn't take me long to come, I thought. 

I divided my attention between licking rhythmically at the hard nub of Liane's clit and sliding my fingers in and out, matching Matt's slow thrusts. I added a third finger and finally a forth, knitting them together and pressing into her up to my knuckles. Her juices were soaking into the sheets under her bum. She was writhing on the bed and I wondered vaguely what this must look like from Matt's perspective and if he would be able to control himself when she - when we both - came. 

With his cock deep inside of me, I felt something wet pressing against and then into my ass. Oh, God! I pushed back against his thumb, easing it deeper into my ass just as Liane pushed down onto my fingers. 

I was going to come. Liane had grabbed both of her thighs, stretching them wide and I struggled to maintain my attentions on her with all the wonderful heaviness building inside me. She cried out and it was enough to send me over the edge. She came in a gush over my hand and I shuddered with my own orgasm, waves of sensation curling my toes. 

Matt stopped his movements altogether, breathing very deeply. He was holding me firmly and I tried not to move, sensing that he was concentrating on not losing control himself. Liane's orgasm subsided and I eased my hand away, looking up at her. She smiled at me, and said, "Wow." Yup, I thought, that sums it up pretty well. 

"Matt," she said, "lie down on the bed again." 

He eased very slowly out of me with a quiet exhalation and moved to comply, lying next to her. His penis was rock hard and shiny with my juices. I cocked an eyebrow at Liane and she nodded. 

"Your turn," she said. 

He grinned and replied, "I think those are now my two favourite words." 

Liane and I had decided that I would finish him off and she would watch my technique. She thought it would help her confidence to see it "in the flesh" as it were. I told her that I was completely confortable with that. 

I knelt between his legs, spreading them slightly with my elbows and bent to his cock. I gripped the base with one hand and slid my mouth onto the tip. I could taste both myself and Liane on him and felt the heaviness start to grow again in my pussy. Liane moved down to sit next to me, watching my actions and idly stroking a hand along my back to my bum. 

I eased my mouth down his length and back up, then focused on the head and tip, flicking them with my tongue. I stroked his shaft with one hand, alternating with long sucks while my other hand teased at his balls. I could tell it wouldn't take him long, but I tried to draw it out, keeping my movements slow. 




A Tease for Two Ch. 03



I felt Liane's hand move between my legs, sliding past my wet pussy to my clit. She shifted slightly and began to stroke it with her left hand while her right pressed into my pussy, her thumb teasing at my ass. I moaned, my mouth full of Matt's cock, as I felt another climax approaching. My excitement must have spurred Matt and I felt his balls tighten and his cock head swell in my mouth. 

Matt let out a groan and his cock pulsed, shooting into my mouth and down my throat. I kept up the strokes of my hand, holding the tip in my mouth to catch it all, swallowing as the jets eased off. My orgasm hit and I moaned into him, paralysed with the strength of it. I knelt with his still-firm cock in my mouth but unable to move, oblivious to everything but the electricity rippling through my body. 

I eased off and Liane sat back just as I did. She leaned towards me for a long kiss, tasting her husband in my mouth. I glanced at Matt who was looking rather satiated and then back at Liane who was smiling and seemed quite pleased with herself. 

"Well, Kate," she said, chuckling softly and glancing over at the digital clock on the night table, "More than two hours to spare before your flight." She sprawled across the bed, one hand idly stroking her husband's damp hair and laughed outright. 

She said, "I think we need to plan for you to visit again. Soon."