"Or the girl, maybe," Wendy said, her dark eyes fixing on Ellen's jutting breasts displayed by the new frock.
Ellen shivered. She had suspected Wendy for some time now: little hints dropped, the way her dark eyes probed when John was absent. Ellen had been exposed to a lot of lesbian activity when she had worked in Fresno for a rich widow who had entertained only girls. California was much different from Montana. If girls wanted to fuck, so what. There was a casualness about the whole thing that bothered Ellen a bit.
"Don't tell me you've never tried it, honey," Wendy said, leaning forward. The folds of her robe fell halfway open, and the upper globes of her tits showed.
"Where I was raised, girls were girls and men were men," Ellen said, feeling a light flush on her throat. Wendy was deliciously appealing.
"It can be very interesting," Wendy giggled. "At college I tried it a few times. It took the risk out of getting knocked up. Two chicks and one stud is kind of fun, too."
"I wouldn't know about that," Ellen said, her clit starting to tingle. "But if I had a choice, I think I'd like that better."
Wendy laughed. "I had the idea you were pretty sophisticated, Ellen. Am I shocking you?"
"Oh, I worked in a few big houses in Beverly Hills, so I'm past being shocked," Ellen said, trembling. "This one old gal loved it with two young Chinese-American chicks. She'd give them a hundred apiece." She hesitated. "On top of that, the girls were sisters."
"I'd sure never pay for it," Wendy giggled.
"A girl as sexy as you would never have to," Ellen smiled. An utterly wild idea was jelling in her mind. If she's talking about her and John and me, I'd sure love to go that route! I could get him oftener-with no sneaking around. Of course, I'd have to act like it was all new.
Wendy felt the old familiar need for pussy creeping through her. It had started long before she had skinned her first prick. She and a girl chum had begun fooling around with each other at age eighteen, after she had learned what the little button at the top of her pussy slit could do for her. Her parents had insisted their precious only daughter go to a private school where the girls had outnumbered the guys about four to one. And she had had a ball. Her first cock at eighteen had not done much for her; it had hurt and there had been some blood. She then went back to chicks.
But by the time Wendy had entered college, she was putting out what her male dates called a pretty good piece. She had a reasonably snug cunt, so most of the studs got off in her too fast. She preferred the scene if they were able to go on for a while. She realized she had a mastering way about her fun centers. She used guys a lot, having the looks and the body to get away with it.
John Allison had upset her applecart, though. She had met him six months earlier at a party. One dance with him had done it. His vibes had really shaken her. They had gone outside and fucked in the back seat of his car. The real convincer had been his tremendous cock. She had never gone off so hard on a prick before.
I thought it would take him all night to come, she remembered, as she had dozens of times since then. He really worked me over. I popped three times. I was so weak, I could hardly walk. I told Daddy I had to have him. He ran a check on John, learned that he was quite successful, and gave me the go ahead. I soon let John know how wealthy Daddy was, and that did it.
Wendy had lost all interest in girls until meeting Ellen right after the honeymoon in Bermuda. That Ellen had kept house for John before her marriage to him was a little suspect to Wendy. He always claimed he preferred young pussy. But Ellen was a doll, so friendly and efficient. Wendy was used to being pampered at home, so she accepted the situation gladly.
If John did give Ellen some of that huge cock, he was very careful about it. A stud like John was bound to get some on the side. Cute girls drooled whenever they saw him, because he radiated an electrical charisma that said "Fuck with me." Now, flirting with Ellen was bringing Wendy's old hunger for cunt back into focus again.
Of course, the real prize would be delicate, leggy Cindi! She was begging to be humped. That tight little ass and those high hard titties, the full flower of her lips-it was a naive kind of shyness. Giving that little cunt some head would be far out. Seeing Cindi in a mini-bikini invariably got Wendy excited.
But Cindi could see nobody but her father. There was something a bit unnatural there. It was more than just a girlish, innocent adoration. John never talked about Cindi's mother, his first wife. It had been years before, anyway. Wendy believed in living for today. If she grew tired of the setup here, she could easily snare another husband or lover.
"Thanks for the compliment, honey," Wendy said, at last. She stretched daintily, the movement pushing her tits out. The robe parted so that her nipples were almost visible. Somehow, the day after a. fuck she was almost as horny as before getting one.
"I'd better get busy," Ellen said, her voice slightly edgy.
"Oh, let's give it a try, Ellen," Wendy giggled. "You look like you could use some, and I know I could."
Ellen felt a hot flash, a kind of dizziness. She had planned to enjoy several afternooners with her vibrating dildo. She was always high for a day or two after one of those magical evenings with John. If this would lead to a party, a delicious threesome, she'd try anything!
"Nothing ventured," Ellen said, and left the rest of it dangling. "Where do we go?"
"So we don't get interrupted, let's get a motel room, huh?" Wendy smiled, wetting her lips with her tongue tip. "It's been a long time."
An hour later, after two cocktails apiece in a lounge near the motel, they moved into the room Wendy had rented. It was very luxurious, thick blue carpeting, rich drapes, several deep chairs and a love seat, a wide bed with a wild red counterpane. Wendy had put on a short skirt and snug jersey. She looked more like nineteen than twenty-three.
Ellen wore an outfit she had bought for a vacation trip to Montana: form-fitting pants and a top that did great things for her breasts and slender waist. Though Wendy had already complimented her on the big change in her appearance, she had really wanted John to see her in it first. She had also combed out her hair; its light-red tint was to keep people from noticing any resemblance between herself and her blond brother.
"Damn, you ought to fix up like that around the house, honey," Wendy cooed, wiggling up in front of Ellen. "Beautiful tits and ass."
Ellen shivered. She had blown hot and cold since they had left the house. It was all so different! Imagine dressing up for a date with a girl young enough to be her daughter-her brother's seductive wife! John must never know about their going to a motel for a lesbian fuck. But then, lots of women did. At least it was not incest!
"I hope it works out," Wendy said, hesitantly. Underneath the pants ensemble she wore sheer red undies and long black nylons, the things John liked her to put on when they had their fun. She felt sexier in them.
"Don't be up tight," Wendy giggled, slipping her arms around Ellen's waist. "I turn on good in motels. We have all the time we want. Mmmmm, you feel neat."
Their covered breasts touched, then Wendy's hips pushed inward and Ellen felt a tingle. She had to admit she was curious. She had never really chummed with girls her age, although she often looked at pretty girls and wondered whether they were good fucking-with men. Her abiding interest was prick, especially John's.
In one way she was trapped. Getting along with John's new young piece was imperative right now. He had promised to consider some kind of future arrangement of their all living together, but there was always Cindi to consider. She was a sweet, lovely girl. That she played with her pussy for kicks was only natural, but if she imagined she was fucking her father…