Here I was, stuck in a strange city, in yet another generic hotel room. My wife was along this time, but she'd been gone most of the day, and I was feeling downright cranky. My meeting long over, I'd hoped we could have a little fun. It was, after all, my birthday.
Fumbling with the lock, Ruth finally came rushing through the door. Slightly breathless, she apologized for being gone so long. Words running together as she slipped off her shoes, she handed me a small brightly wrapped package.
"I wanted to get you the best gift, but I got lost, then there was this traffic jam... Why don't you open your present while I hop in the shower?"
Feeling rather bemused by Ruth's uncharacteristic behavior, I took the gift and sat down, not seeing her mischievous smile as she ducked into the bathroom. Curious now, I realized the package felt like nothing but paper, and was the same size that I bought for my computer at home.
Eagerly tearing off the wrapping, my smile disappeared as I realized this was no erotic story. My stomach flip-flopped as I read page after page of emails... "what ifs" and "if onlys" ...nothing explicit, but enough to get me busted! Big time! There was even a printout of a picture, bare breasts gleaming in the sunlight!
I knew I was in deep shit when I heard the shower quit running. Unable to think of one word to say in my own defense, I could only sit and wait, hoping that Ruth would show some mercy over my indiscretion. I found myself stammering anyway as she stood in the doorway, enveloped in a cloud of steam.
"Honey, it's not like I've ever seen this woman before... okay, I did, but that was a long time ago, and there was nothing between us... strictly professional. I have no intention of ever seeing her again... it's just that, well, it's flattering to have someone desire me... and..."
In my eagerness to lessen any punishment I might receive it barely registered that she was just calmly standing there, her eyes glittering with amusement. My stuttering slowed as I took a second look, and finally, speechless, I watched as my wife swept regally past me to answer a knock on the door.
"Darling, I believe you already know Sarah."
Dumbfounded, I stared at the two women in front of me. My wife, dressed in a black lacy bra, garter belt, sheer silk stockings, and stiletto heels, looked like an advertisement for Victoria's Secret.
Sarah, wearing a summery halter dress that left her back bare to the waist, still exuded the same sensuality I had noticed so many years before. Somehow softer now, the laugh lines at the corners of her mouth crinkling with delight, she challenged me with her smile.
Suddenly remembering my manners, I stumbled to my feet. I held out my hand, and with a wicked grin, Sarah took it and placed it around her waist. Moving closer, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and raised her lips to meet mine.
Figuring I was dead meat anyway, I returned her kiss with unabashed fervor. My hands reached around under her dress to cup her ass in my hands, delighted to find her bare to my touch. The thong she was wearing only served to enhance the firmness of her bottom, and I could feel her muscles move under my hands as she rocked her hips against me.
"So I do get a reaction. It's about time I found out for sure."
My somewhat dimwitted mind finally getting the idea that this might not be such a bad birthday after all, I offered each lady an arm. We managed a few steps, full of pomp and circumstance, before Sarah started giggling and made a leap for the bed. Astonished, I watched as my wife followed, landing smack dab in Sarah's arms.
The ladies ignored me as they playfully wrestled with each other, a tangle of arms and legs happily bouncing on the bed. Ruth gleefully declared victory when she leaned over and pinned Sarah's shoulders to the mattress, her breasts inches from Sarah's mouth, her womanly curls brushing against the fabric of Sarah's thong.
Sarah didn't seem to mind losing. Her dress bunched around her waist, Ruth's sex close to hers, she took advantage of the slight contact and pressed even closer. Her eyes briefly closed and a soft sigh escaped her lips as she rubbed her mound against Ruth's, and reached up to trail her fingertips gently across the fabric covering my wife's nipples.
One of Sarah's magnificent breasts had tumbled out of her halter, begging to be caressed, and Ruth's nipples were erect and visible through the lace of her bra. Sarah's swollen pussy lips were clearly outlined by her snug fitting thong, and I could see beads of moisture glistening between my wife's thighs when she deliberately tilted her hips to give me a better view.
Peeking around Ruth's waist, Sarah smiled as she saw that I was nearly cross-eyed trying to take in all these luscious sights at once. But when I approached the bed, she shook her head and pointed to a comfortable looking armchair positioned close by.
"But... but... wait a minute... that's not fair! It's my birthday!"
Sarah wiggled out from beneath my wife and settled back comfortably against the large pillows stacked generously next to the headboard of the bed. She patted the space on the bed between her knees, and Ruth obligingly moved over to sit cross-legged with her back to Sarah, affording me a very nice view of her swollen clit and damp pussy lips.
"Quit whining. I told you I might someday describe in excruciating detail what it's like for a woman to make love to another woman. Ruth called me after reading some of my email to you, and told me she was curious. And after reading some of your mail to me, she decided you needed to be punished. You're only allowed to watch."
With that, Sarah's attention shifted once again, and I watched as she reached out and touched my wife's shoulders, her fingertips gently stroking Ruth's upper arms. She leaned forward and, pulling her closer, softly touched her lips to Ruth's shoulder blades. I saw the pink of her tongue as she kissed her way to the back of my wife's neck, licking and tasting the soft, delicate skin.
Ruth's eyes closed as Sarah's hands left her arms, her hands stopping first on her waist, then moving forward to trace circles on Ruth's tummy. An earlobe between her lips, Sarah cupped a lace covered breast in one hand, her thumb teasing Ruth's nipple as her other hand moved lower to stroke the tender skin on the inside of my wife's thighs.
"You doing okay, sweetie? I can stop any time."
I heard Sarah's voice as she spoke quietly in Ruth's ear. Ruth glanced my way, and seeing the confusion in her eyes at her unexpected arousal, I nodded my head yes. Her desire to continue this feminine exploration was evident, and my desire to encourage and observe her exploration was about to bust a zipper.
"If all I'm going to be allowed is to watch, can I at least get more comfortable?"
Glancing with undisguised amusement at the lump in my trousers, Sarah's hands slipped around Ruth's back and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Slowly pushing the straps off Ruth's shoulders, kisses lingering on the newly bared skin, she made darn sure I could see as the undergarment fell away to reveal my wife's familiar breasts, nipples stiff and waiting for attention.
"It's so nice to hear you beg for a change. You've tortured me enough. You've kept me pursuing you all this time, always telling me no. Never even letting me know for sure if I turned you on. A couple of platonic hugs... and I had to ask for them."
Turning and pulling Ruth down on the bed beside her, Sarah grinned at me.
"Suffer."
Her hand reached out to caress a bare breast as she moved closer, her lips hesitant at first as she touched them to my wife's. When Ruth responded, allowing her tongue to taste the foreign softness of another woman's lips, the warmth of Sarah's mouth, Sarah moaned. A sound so low it could barely be heard, it filled the room with unspoken passion and desire.
Sarah's lips left Ruth's to trail kisses down the hollow of her throat. Reaching the slope of Ruth's breasts, Sarah lowered her head and with the tip of her tongue teased my wife's nipples, licking and lapping, nibbling and sucking, both ladies now apparently oblivious to my presence.
Her hand continued to explore the curves of Ruth's waist, the soft of her belly. Slowly, her fingers inched lower, brushing soft curls and lightly pressing the folds that hide a woman's sex. Stroking my wife's ass, her hip, her silk covered legs, Sarah gently parted her thighs, and her fingertips found the wet swollen warmth of Ruth's pussy.
Her tongue more insistent, Sarah again kissed my wife, a finger finding Ruth's sensitive clit. Watching, teasing, she stroked the stiff nub, dipping her fingers into warm honey as my wife's hips arched, telling Sarah she wanted more.
Sarah's kisses continued, lingering on the corners of Ruth's mouth, her eyelids. Her fingers fucked my wife with a skill I hadn't imagined, slowly, deliberately bringing Ruth to the edge of orgasm. Nuzzling Ruth's neck, kissing her cheek, Sarah whispered softly in her ear. I couldn't hear what she said, but saw Ruth smile and nod her head.
"Yes, please continue."
A sadistic half-smile on her lips, Sarah sat up and looked at me. She first licked from the underside of each sticky fingertip to the edge of a manicured nail, then sucked each one clean.
"The only thing I know for sure about you is that you love to eat pussy. But I get your wife."
Sarah's lips and tongue continued their exploration of my wife's body. Licking and kissing the undersides of Ruth's breasts, the salty hollow between, she moved lower. Nibbling soft belly skin on the way, Sarah paid special attention to the top of Ruth's thighs, trailing butterflies from each hip...gently spreading Ruth's legs to reach ever closer to her hidden and waiting sex.
Her fingertips first brushing Ruth's bush, her hand momentarily stopping to cup Ruth's swollen cunt, Sarah parted the folds that covered my wife's clit. Her thumbs pressing outward and up just a bit, the protective hood slipped back and I saw the stiff center of Ruth's desire, glistening and waiting for release.
It was all I could do to sit still as I watched Sarah lower her tongue and lick that hard button I knew so well. Soft and gentle at first, she probed and touched until she knew by Ruth's movements and sounds what felt best. She licked the sweet drops of nectar from my wife's pussy, fucking the entrance to her hot tunnel with her tongue, and when Ruth arched her hips, moaning louder, slipped her tongue back to Ruth's now throbbing, engorged clit.
Sarah licked harder now, a little faster, as Ruth moved her hips in response to her approaching orgasm. Sarah's finger slipped easily back inside, and she moved it in and out, fucking and licking Ruth's pussy until Ruth groaned, cumming with a final thrust against Sarah's tongue.
I watched as Sarah gathered my wife in her arms, and holding her close, stroked her back, her hair. Ruth pulled Sarah closer, her hands on Sarah's ass, and rolled onto her back. No words between them this time, Sarah's hips moved, slowly, sensuously, as she straddled my wife and their cunts pressed together.
The room filled with the sounds and smells of hot pussy, and I could see Sarah's ass, her thong pulling tight between her round, muscled cheeks. Ruth slipped her hands around Sarah's waist, and I heard the sweet moans of release as Sarah pressed her silk-covered cunt against Ruth's bare, glistening sex, and came.
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Climbing off the bed, Sarah approached me. Her hands on her hips, standing just out of arms reach in front of me, she looked me over from head to toe. And back to middle.
"Oh, you poor thing. You must be quite uncomfortable by now."
She leaned over and placed her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of me.
"So, what's it going to be?"
I had no idea what she was talking about. With a pair of DD's I'd only dreamed about right in front of my nose, the smell of hot pussy permeating the room, and a boner that would probably work as a battering ram on a solid oak door, I really wasn't thinking clearly.
"Hello? Helllloooo??? Anyone home? I asked you a question. Are you ready to tell me what I want to know?"
"No?"
Sarah ran a fingernail along my straining zipper, thrusting her pussy flavored tongue between my teeth.
"Owww!!! You bit my lip!"
"You deserve it. And Ruth gets your present."
"It's a paddle."
With a twinkle in her eye, she leaned over and kissed me on the tip of my nose.
"Hey there old man, Happy Birthday."
