She blushed and lowered her eyes, nearly whispering, “I have never kissed a girl before. I think I’m scared to.”
I was about to reassure her that I actually had rather kissable lips if she’d like a try when my husband came up beside us. I introduced them to each other. I could tell by the look in her eyes, that she was trying to hide that she found my husband sexy and intriguing. We sipped and made small talk for about 5 minutes before we took her on a tour of the club. We passed couples, threesomes and foursomes who had already found rooms in which to fuck. There was one room at the end of the hall that, during the day, served as a massage parlor, complete with a massage table all set up. My husband caught my eye and cocked one eyebrow; I gave a small nod.
“Why don’t we stay here for a bit and finish our drinks?” I suggested, knowing full well that we were hoping for more than a chance to drain our glasses. After a minute or two, I asked, “So, Blue, did you want to try kissing a girl? I’m really rather gentle…”
Again, she lowered her eyes and stared into her beer. Then, with a “Hold this, please,” she passed her bottle to my husband and leaned in, kissing me delicately at first, then with more conviction. She stopped. “Your lips are so soft…”
I told her, “You have a beautiful mouth. You know who also kisses nicely? Him,” pointing to my husband who was practically salivating by this point, watching the two of us kiss. She turned to him, stood on her tip-toes and kissed him softly. I could see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. I whispered to her, “He has a luscious cock too and I love to share…”
She seemed nervous, so I told her that I would stay there and either watch or join, depending on how she felt about it. Her black eyes shifted from his gaze to mine. She said, “Well, this is why I came here, right?” and put her hand on his hardness, taking his hand and placing in on her tit. “I would like to fuck you,” she told him. To me, she said, “Please stay. Watch. I want to kiss you some more…”
“With pleasure,” I replied.
Blue stepped closer to my husband and unbuttoned his pants. He helped her out by pulling out his 10-incher and placing her hand on it. She seemed astonished at first. As she stroked him, they kissed and he guided her toward the massage table. I lay down beside her as he hiked up her skirt and removed her panties. I knew what was coming next. His head lowered and his tongue found its way to her clit. Being together as long as we have, I knew that this was going to be spectacular. I’ve never known him to go down on a woman without making her cum. Meanwhile, I had stripped down and was stroking her jet black hair as he did his tongue magic. Within moments, she was writhing with pleasure, letting out only the slightest peep of the ecstasy she felt. She turned to me, wild-eyed.
“Kiss me please.”
With my tongue, I traced the outline of her lips before pressing my mouth against hers. She took my hand and shyly led it to her exposed breast. Softly, I played with her nipple. Took it in my mouth and gently made tiny little circles until the combination of my tongue and his sent her over the brink. She grabbed my husband’s head as her hips thrust toward him and she bucked, coming all over his grateful face. He stood up, smiling, face glistening. “May I fuck you now?” he asked, remembering his manners. Blue merely nodded.
He stood next to the table as she reclined and slowly entered her. She turned to me, amazed, and gasped. He started gently at first, easing his hard cock in and out of her, sensing when she was ready to be fucked harder. I played with my wet pussy while kneading her breast. Her beautiful black eyes looked through mine and fueled my hunger. I kissed her again, a bit more forcefully. Her eyes closed. Her back arched. My husband’s hips moved rhythmically, almost musically. She was about to cum. She gasped at me, “Your husband, he’s so big! ” I smiled and nodded. “Enjoy.”
I made myself cum as I watched my husband’s lithe body move gracefully with hers. As she came a third time, she told me again, “Your husband is so big!”
I could sense that he was nearing his finale. He put on the steam and fucked her as deeply and deliberately as possible, staring into her eyes. I fingered my clit, feeling myself on the brink again as well. In a magnificent, one-of-a-kind moment, the three of us climaxed almost simultaneously and collapsed, breathing together in a small heap. Moments later, Blue was up and dressed. She thanked us and told me that it was nice to know that she liked kissing girls. She inched closer and whispered, “And you are so lucky! Your husband is quite good and quite big.” I smiled and kissed her cheek. “I am lucky.”
Not long afterward, Blue made her way to the exit. She left without giving us her number, or her real name. She was Blue. And she was gone.
Chapter 6 — Ride On, Cowboy
It was a beautiful summer day, the big sky clear and brilliantly blue, the yellow sun shining down. I was out in the meadow, just taking a walk after completing the morning chores, when the sun and the warmth and the soft, lush wind from the south got to me.
I slipped into the stand of birch trees that bordered the meadow, found a smooth, white trunk and leaned up against it, surging with a tingling heat, thinking about the new ranchhand my husband had recently hired, Colt Sever. The man was tall and dark, lean and hard, with brown eyes and skin and a smooth, laconic way of talking and walking. My husband had taken to him instantly, the man and his get-rich schemes, and I wasn’t far behind.
I unbuttoned the front of my dress with shaking hands and pulled it open. My pale breasts spilled out, full and lush and tingling, pink-hued nipples swelling with feeling. I sighed, letting the warm air and sun soak into my bared chest. “Mmmm,” I murmured, cupping my breasts, squeezing the shimmering flesh.
I knew it was wrong for a respectable woman of the late 19 ^th century to be outside, almost out in the open, feeling herself up, fondling her breasts. But I couldn’t help myself, thinking about Colt, how the handsome man had roped me and my husband.
I slid my hands along my breasts up to the tips, pinched my stiffened nipples between my fingers. I arched against the tree trunk, twin currents of sensual delight coursing through my body. I rolled my buzzing nipples, lolling my head back against the tree and surrendering myself body and soul to the passion.
It wasn’t that my husband couldn’t satisfy me. It was just that all his energy lately had been focused on Colt Sever’s ideas for enriching the pair of them, the three of us — by mortgaging the land my husband and I owned, and had developed into a successful ranch, to raise the capital needed to invest in a silver mine in Nevada. Colt said fortunes were being made there, and we shouldn’t miss out.
I slid my hands off my breasts and down my sides, pushing the dress lower, over my round hips and down my long legs. I stepped out of it, naked, in bloom like the trees and the buttercups in the meadow. I bathed in the bright sunshine, my pussy moist and tingling under its golden tuft of fur. Colt stood before my closed eyes, as I slowly slid a hand down my stomach and into my fur and onto my pussy.