He was having a deep, dreamless sleep, warm and cozy under the covers of the large four poster bed with its thick, soft mattress. From somewhere in the depths of his slumber, he felt a stirring, very pleasant, enticing and familiar. As he slowly emerged from the foggy depths of his sleep, he became more aware of his surroundings. He was lying on his back and could feel soft fingers trailing across the skin of his bare stomach, tickling his flesh gently. But that wasn’t the cause of the stirring sensation. His eyes flickered open, blinking against the warm sunshine that filled the room. Squinting, he looked downward and saw that the fingers were actually long golden brown hair spilling over his chest and stomach, and a warm mouth was enveloping his hard member. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, then opened them again as he felt the lovingly wet mouth slip from his hardness. The hair flipped back and he was staring into the most hauntingly beautiful green eyes he could ever remember seeing.

“Good morning, baby” the beautiful woman kneeling between his legs said as she smiled at him, those inviting eyes sparkling mischievously up at him. Her long fingers curled around his stiff shaft and she slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his cock before once again taking it deep into her mouth, her tongue and throat working even harder now that she knew he was awake to fully enjoy her morning blow job.

“Oh fuck, Carrie,” he sighed, lying back on the pillow and reaching out for her head. She murmured something and increased her sucking, taking him partially into her throat as she slowly and methodically coaxed the seed from his heavy balls. His hands entwined in her long, luxuriant hair and he began to move her head up and down on his shaft like he knew she liked. She wasn’t a submissive woman in anything other than their often very animated love-making, where she sometimes liked him to take full control over her. She murmured again and took him deep into her throat until she felt his dark pubic hairs curling against her nose. He held her there, feeling his seed starting its surge outward.

“Oh fuck, baby! Here it comes,” he groaned, releasing her head. She didn’t pull completely free, but backed off until about half of him was in her mouth while pumping his shaft with her hand. The combination was too much and with a long agonizing groan, he released his hot seed into her mouth in a powerful ejaculation that sent some of it instantly down her throat. She was prepared however, and swallowed it without missing a beat, then lovingly licked and sucked hard on his throbbing head, coaxing every last drop from him.

When he finally finished, she pulled her soft lips free and kissed the tip, causing him to shudder and reach down to pull her slender, naked body onto his. As they kissed, he could feel the damp heat from her pussy pressing against his leg and moaned into her mouth, remembering how sweet her pussy tasted and desperately wanting to be between those gorgeous legs.

He broke off their kiss and rolled her onto her back, his mouth kissing along her bare chest and between the soft mounds of her beautiful breasts. He brushed his lips across her nipples, stiff and ready for suckling, then took one into his mouth. She moaned and clutched at his hair as he sucked, then nibbled on the hard little nub. He moved back and forth from one to the other, her sighs of pleasure urging him on. His hand trailed down her flat stomach and over her bare mons. She gasped as his fingers slipped into her wetness, touching her hard little clit and sending a shiver of warm waves of pleasure throughout her lower abdomen. As he continued to massage her sensitive little button, the tendrils spread until her entire body felt like an electric current was passing through it.

The sudden shrill buzzing of the alarm clock put a cold hand on her all consuming pleasure and she felt the warmth passing from her with the sound of the alarm bringing them both back to reality.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head poised over her inflamed lips. He glanced over at the clock and sighed resignedly as she slapped a hand on the off button, silencing the alarm. He smiled wanly at her and sat up, his eyes moving longingly over her beautiful naked body. “I’m sorry, honey. Duty calls.” She nodded and smiled up at him, her eyes no longer wild with desire, but still lively and dancing with sexual fire.

“I know,” she said, pulling him down for one more deep, intense kiss before allowing him to sit back up. She couldn’t help but notice his previously limp cock was beginning to show signs of life once again. She gave it a loving caress and licked her lips. “Rain check?”

He grinned and stood up, stretching but never taking his eyes off of her. She rolled onto her side, propping her head up on one elbow. “Definitely,” he replied with a wink and a grin, “You’re not getting off that easy!”

She sat up, her hair wild and her enticing green eyes even wilder. “Promise?” she said, slowly crawling on her hands and knees across the bed, her mischievous eyes locked on his ever hardening cock, her pink tongue moistening her luscious lips. He watched her for a few seconds, mesmerized by her amazing sexuality, then quickly stepped back as she reached the edge of the bed and reached out to him.

“Hey, now!” he said in a chiding tone, but with a glint in his eye, “If you do that again, you’re going to make me late!” He turned and went into the bathroom, and as Carrie flopped down on the bed, she heard the shower start and suddenly had a very naughty thought. Before she could do more than start to move, he poked his head out the door, wagging a finger at her. “Uh-uh, you bad little girl, don’t even think about it!” He winked and she gave him a pouty look, then rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Her fingers sought out her clit and as she listened to the splash of her husband showering, she brought herself to orgasm, finally somewhat satisfying her lust.

She got up and walked over to the window, parting the curtain enough to see out. They were at a beautiful log resort in the mountains where her husband, James, had some meetings with a new client to finalize a new ad campaign. The meetings would be finished today, or lunch tomorrow at the latest, then they were going to spend the rest of the week here, just the two of them. Like a second honeymoon, he’d told her.

The landscape was beautiful, a true winter wonderland. The lodge was a three story structure, made almost entirely of logs and built on the shore of a lake nestled in the basin of two mountains, whose rocky crags rose to dizzying heights. It was January and the frozen lake was covered in a mantle of unbroken powder that ended in a thick evergreen forest before gently sloping upward toward the steeper slopes where the trees gave way to the icy rock. She could see the ice crystals sparkling in the snow in the bright morning sunshine, like millions of tiny diamonds hidden amongst the white powder.

She was still standing there, completely naked, when he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw her there silhouetted against the bright sunlight, her body still taking his breath away even after eight years together, five as husband and wife. He still craved her like no other woman and their sex was always hot and satisfying for both. She must have sensed his presence and slowly turned to him, causing him once again to catch his breath. With a smile, she began a sultry walk toward him, her eyes moving instantly to the growing bulge at his crotch.

“Carrie . . .” he said, holding up a hand and shaking his head, “Please baby, I can’t. If I’m late it might jeopardize the whole deal.”

She pouted in a way that made his growing cock even harder, then climbed onto the bed, moving on her hands and knees toward him across the rumpled sheets. He walked over to where his suitcase was laid open on the bench at the foot of the bed and began to get dressed. She sat there watching him, one hand between her legs and the other caressing her hard nipples. He tried not to watch his sexy wife and struggled to pull on his shorts and pants over his raging hardon. He chuckled and shook his head, deliberately avoiding watching her masturbating as he pulled his white dress shirt on and began to button it.

“Baby, you are insatiable!” he exclaimed, sneaking a glance. He turned to pick up his tie and looked into her face just as she began to cum, gasping as her body stiffened, then trembled as she continued to finger herself to another orgasm. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, feeling himself leak a little precum into his clean shorts. Glancing at his watch, he unzipped his pants and dropped them, sliding his shorts down and releasing his hard member as he moved around to the edge of the bed. What the hell, he had to change them now anyway.

Carrie opened her eyes as if sensing the presence of his naked cock and smiled sexily. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, eagerly grasping his stiff shaft and taking him deep into her warm mouth, murmuring her pleasure. James looked down and smiled, then inhaled deeply as her tongue and lips began to slowly make sweet love to his cock.

“Oh, yeah!” he sighed, “Suck it!”

She began to move faster, her hand stroking him as her head bobbed back and forth, saliva drooling from her lips. She loved going down on him and preferred to take her time, but she knew he was pressed for time and was working her best to get him off as fast as possible. He began to move his hips, fucking her hot little mouth even as she pumped him in and out, the tip going into her throat more often than not. Before long, he felt the familiar buzz and gripped her hair, pulling her harder and deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting forward. She murmured again and prepared herself to receive his load. A second later, he groaned loudly and she felt his seed shoot onto her tongue. She stopped her movements and concentrated on sucking, swallowing each shot then making sure she got every drop before finally releasing him from her lips, smacking them and grinning up at him.

“Mmm . . . that should hold me for a while,” she said with a smile and a wink.

He shook his head, grinning and chuckling softly as he kicked off his pants and shorts and reached into his suitcase for a fresh pair of boxers. “Don’t ever change, honey,” he said as he pulled his pants back up. She laughed and got up, straightened his tie, then gave him a quick kiss.

“Never,” she said, “I love sucking that big cock of yours.”

He grinned and kissed her again, then picked up his jacket from a hanger. He pulled it on, adjusted it and picked up his laptop and briefcase. She met him at the door and they kissed deeply, his free hand gripping her bare ass and squeezing it. “Meet you in the restaurant at noon, ok?” She nodded and he opened the door. Without even looking to see if anyone else was in the hallway, she rushed out after him and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him one last time. He laughed and looked up and down the fortunately empty hall.

“You are so bad!” he said, grinning and shaking his head. She stepped back into the doorway, blew one more kiss, then closed the door. He turned and walked toward the stairs, thinking for the millionth time that he was one lucky guy.

Carrie closed the door and sighed. Despite masturbating herself to two orgasms, she was still horny as hell. Just the thought of James’ mouth on her pussy was making her wet again and the memory of his cock filling her the night before caused her to push two fingers deep into herself as she leaned against the thick pine door. She closed her eyes, imagining it was him inside her, moving slowly, touching her in so many sensitive areas at the same time. Oh, god, how she loved him. And she loved making love to him.

She let out a sharp cry as she came again, just the thought of their lovemaking enough to trigger another shuddering orgasm. She pulled her wet fingers from her dripping pussy and looked at them, her juices running down them. Almost without thinking, she brought them to her lips and slowly licked the drops from them, tasting her wetness. It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted herself, often sucking James to completion after he’d fucked her. She actually liked her taste and wondered if every woman had her own distinct flavor, like men did. She decided that they must as she slowly sucked her juices from her fingers and made her way to the bathroom.

She stood under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom as it beaded on her skin and ran down her overheated body in long streams. Her mind was still thinking very naughty thoughts and she wondered if she might be able to convince her husband to skip lunch and come back here for a nooner instead.

She rubbed a finger into her pussy and brought it back to her lips. This was making her very hot and she thought back to the discussion her and James often had about bringing another woman into their bed. She’d never been with another woman but loved watching bisexual and lesbian porn, and the L Word was one of her favorite shows. Did all that make her a closet lesbian? She quickly dismissed that thought. She loved the feel of having her pussy stuffed with a big cock and then fucked until she collapsed to a quivering heap way too much to give up men. But bi? Perhaps. Neither of them had ruled out the possibility of a threesome, but agreed it would have to be with the right person. A hooker or some cheap slut they picked up at a bar just wouldn’t feel right. There had to be some kind of connection, but nothing too intimate that might cause complications down the road.

She turned off the shower and walked naked and wet into the room, drying her hair with a towel. She dried off and sat down at the table to do her hair and apply her makeup, leaving getting dressed until last. She loved being naked and took every opportunity to remain so as long as possible, and rarely wore underwear. She finished and went over to her suitcase, unpacking it and placing her things in the closet and dresser. They’d been in too much of hurry to get into bed when they arrived the night before to worry about unpacking. She turned on the coffee maker and unpacked James’ suitcase, her hands lovingly caressing his shorts as she put them away in the drawer.

When she finished, she went over to the window and threw the curtains wide open, completely flooding the room in bright sunlight. She poured herself a cup of coffee and stood in front of the window sipping on it, once again taking in the incredible view. The sky was still mostly a bright blue, but she could see dark clouds gathering over the mountains. It looked like some snow might be coming their way, which she knew wasn’t an unusual occurrence this high in the mountains. Down in the parking lot, she saw people loading things into cars, many with ski racks on the roof. Unfazed by her nakedness and the fact that she was only on the second floor, easily visible to anyone who might happen to look up, she continued to stand there watching them walk back and forth, secretly thrilled that at any moment someone could glance up and see her.

As she stood watching, a black Cherokee pulled into the parking lot and parked directly across from her window. She could see there was only one person in it - a young woman. When she got out and reached into the back seat for two suitcases, she noted that she was quite attractive, with shoulder length blonde hair and tight jeans showing a very trim figure. Her bomber style winter coat covered her upper body, and she found herself wondering if the rest of her body matched her sexy hips and legs. She watched her over the top of her coffee cup as the woman began to walk toward the hotel lobby, wondering why such an attractive woman would be arriving alone at such a romantic getaway. Perhaps she was meeting someone. Yes, that had to be it. There was no way she was staying here alone.

Just before she moved out of her line of sight, the woman paused and looked up at her window. Their eyes met momentarily and she could swear she saw a slight smile on her face before she disappeared under the eaves of the roof. Carrie smiled, a surge of adrenalin passing through her at the knowledge she had been seen.

She finished her coffee and turned from the window, reluctantly picking up the clothes she’d chosen. She wanted to wear her tight jeans, which she knew looked great on her and that James loved, but he’d be wearing a business suit and she thought something a little less casual would be more appropriate for their lunch date. She pulled on a tan skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a white blouse, leaving the top two buttons undone. No bra, no panties. Her credo was that if she couldn’t be naked, she wasn’t going to wear any more than she had to. She checked herself in the full length mirror, brushing her long hair over her shoulder, then satisfied with her appearance, slipped into a pair of heels and picked up her purse. She still had a couple of hours before lunch, but the lodge had a gift shop that may provide some distraction from her erotically charged thoughts.

She made her way down to the lobby, nodding a greeting to several people she met along the way. She was wondering if she might run into the blonde woman from the parking lot and what her reaction would be if she did. Would she be embarrassed? She thought not, but who knew? She wasn’t a shy person by nature and was comfortable enough with her body that she wasn’t ashamed to be seen naked.

But her curiosity went unanswered as the woman was nowhere to be seen. She went into the gift shop and browsed among the usual touristy offerings of knick-knacks, t-shirts, and mugs portraying mountain scenes and wildlife. Seeing nothing interesting, she left the shop and wandered toward the restaurant, fully aware of the looks she was attracting from the male guests. She pretended not to notice, but loved the idea that men still found her attractive at thirty. She worked hard at the gym to retain her girlish figure and was often told she had the body of a twenty year old.

She entered the restaurant, which had only a few guests at this hour, most having already eaten breakfast and already at the nearby ski slope, and still too early for the lunch crowd. A couple sat in one corner next to the large fieldstone fireplace, which she noted had a real wood burning fire in it, not one of those fake electric or gas models. She chose a table next to the large window where she could once again look out over the mountains and the parking lot. She enjoyed people watching, coming up with little scenarios about their lives and what brought them to this particular place. The waitress appeared and she ordered toast and coffee. There was a newspaper folded on the empty table next to hers and she picked it up, scanning the headlines while she waited for her breakfast.

She was engrossed in a story when the waitress brought her order over and she set the paper down, smiling and thanking the pretty girl. The waitress, whose name tag said her name was Beth, smiled and asked if she needed anything else. Carrie shook her head. She poured cream into her coffee and watched as Beth made her way back to the kitchen, her sweet young hips swaying inside the dark blue knee length skirt she wore.

She suddenly felt eyes on her and glanced to one side. Two tables over, and watching her with an amused smile, sat the blonde woman from the parking lot. She nodded a greeting, then glanced toward Beth as she disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen. She looked back over at Carrie and raised her eyebrows as if to say, ‘very cute’. Carrie held her gaze for a moment, then looked down at her hand absently stirring her coffee. Was she flirting with her?

She glanced back up and the woman was now talking with Beth, who’d come back out to bring her a menu and take her order. Trying not to appear too obvious, she took a closer look and noticed that her upper body was indeed as sexy as her long legs in those tight jeans. She had an amazing set of tits, not overly big, but well shaped and sitting high and firm under the tight sweater she wore. Carrie judged her age to be in her mid twenties, and her eyes were a bright blue, easily noticeable even from where she was sitting. Overall, a very attractive woman.

Beth left with the menu in her hand after pouring the woman a cup of coffee. She sipped at it and looked back over to Carrie, who smiled and turned her attention back to the paper. She was certain now that the woman was flirting with her. Enough men had done this for her to recognize it for what it was. The subtle body language, steady look, and warm smile were nothing new, but this was the first time a woman had done it. She went back to the article she was reading earlier, trying to take her mind off the pretty blonde.

A moment later, she sensed someone standing at her table and looked up, expecting it to be the waitress. She was surprised to see it was the blonde woman, smiling and holding her coffee cup.

“Hi,” she said in a sweet voice, then gestured toward the empty chair across from Carrie. “May I?”

“Uh, sure,” Carrie replied, closing her paper. The woman sat and placed her coffee on the table in front of her. She extended a hand across the table.

“I’m Samantha,” she said as Carrie took her hand and shook it, “Sam.”

“Carrie,” a somewhat subdued Carrie replied, forcing a smile.

Sam nodded and looked around the nearly empty dining room before settling her brilliant blue eyes back on Carrie’s. “Are you here alone, too, Carrie?” she asked before taking a sip from her mug. So she was here by herself after all.

Carrie shook her head. “No, I’m here with my husband. He’s in meetings today.” Sam nodded, glancing down at the ring on her left hand, but didn’t say anything. There was a long silence as each of them sipped their coffee and tried not to look nervous.

“So. . . you’re here alone?” Carrie finally asked, anxious to say something to break the increasingly unsettling silence.

Sam took another sip of coffee and nodded. “Yeah.” She paused as if deciding whether or not to say any more, then continued. “It was supposed be a romantic escape with my ex, but he dumped me two weeks ago. It was too late to cancel the reservations so I decided to come anyway .”

Carrie nodded. “I’m sorry,” was all she could think to say. Sam’s piercing eyes held hers for a moment until she had to look away. Beth came over and set a toasted bagel down in front of Sam and refilled their coffee. No one spoke until she’d gone back into the kitchen.

“Don’t be. Sorry, I mean. It’s been over for while now, just neither of us wanted to admit it.” She shrugged. “Life goes on.” Carrie didn’t reply and after a moment Sam leaned closer, picking up her bagel. “Do you like it when people see you naked, Carrie?”

Carrie was stirring her refreshed coffee and looked up suddenly, her heart beating rapidly. Sam was chewing on a mouthful of bagel, but her eyes were locked on Carrie’s. She swallowed hard and felt her face getting hot. Sam merely watched her for another moment, then said, “You have a great body, nothing to be ashamed of.”

Carrie suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t like her and she silently cursed herself for being so embarrassed by this pretty woman with the bright inquisitive eyes and the hot body. She could feel herself becoming damp between her legs and was once again surprised that this was making her aroused.

“I . . . I just got out of the shower,” she stammered, her eyes dropping to her coffee cup. She could feel Sam’s smile without looking up.

“I see,” she replied, “And do you always open the curtains and stand there naked after you take a shower?”

Carrie, feeling her bold resolve returning, looked up. She met Sam’s eyes and this time held them. “Sometimes,” she replied, her voice quiet and surprisingly calm.

Sam held her eyes for a moment, then her lips parted in a wide grin. She leaned in closer. “So do I!” she whispered.

Carrie stared at her for a moment, then began to laugh. Sam joined her and the tension was broken. After they stopped laughing, Sam looked around the now deserted room. “So what are your plans for the day while your man is in his meetings?”

Carrie shrugged. “We’re meeting for lunch, then he’ll be busy until around four.” She took another sip of coffee, watching the pretty blonde over the top of her cup. Sam was nodding and picking at the remains of her breakfast. She looked around and then back to Carrie.

“Do you like girls, too?” she asked.

Carrie was momentarily taken aback by her blunt question. Her mouth dropped open and she quickly closed it. “I, uh . . .”

Sam gave a short laugh and smiled warmly. “I’ll take that as a no,” she said. “Relax, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just . . . I had a feeling about you and we seemed to be getting along so good . . .” She shrugged. “I thought maybe you liked me. Forget I said anything, ok?”

Carrie got over her shock and shook her head. “No, no, it’s not that. You just . . . surprised me, is all.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up and a hopeful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “So you do like women?”

Carrie felt her heart rising into her throat. The cards were on the table now, no more subtle looks and flirtatious double talk. Was she ready for this? Was James ready for this? Or did she just mean the two of them? She realized Sam was watching her, waiting for an answer.

“Well, I, . . . I mean we - James and I - talked about it. I am a little curious.”

Sam took another sip of coffee. “But you’ve never been with a woman.” It wasn’t posed as a question and Carrie chose not to reply. She looked around for the waitress and seeing her at the counter, signaled for another refill. Neither of them spoke as Beth hurried over and filled both of their cups.

When she’d gone, Sam leaned closer and reached across to take Carrie’s hand. “Would you like me to teach you? Show you how wonderful sex with another woman can be?” She gently caressed Carrie’s hand, bringing goose bumps to her flesh. “I think you’re very sexy, Carrie. And beautiful. When I saw you in that window this morning, you took my breath away.”

Carrie had a million thoughts running through her head. She was attracted to Sam, there was no question. But this wasn’t something she could do without talking to James first. That would be cheating and that was something she swore she would never do. She looked up, meeting Sam’s eyes. “I . . . I can’t,” she said, shaking her head, “Not without talking to my husband first.”

Sam sat back and inhaled a deep breath, then expelled it in a long sigh. “I see.” She studied Carrie carefully before speaking again. “So the only way would be if he was there too?”

Carrie shrugged and looked down before looking back up to her. “Maybe. I don’t know. I just know that I won’t cheat on him.”

Sam nodded and gave her a smile. “I understand, honey. And I respect that.” She fished into her purse, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and jotted something onto it. She passed it to her. “Here’s my room number. I’m staying all week.” She stood up and dropped a twenty onto the table. “Breakfast is on me, sweetie. Talk it over with your husband and get back to me, ok?”

Carrie looked at the paper. Room 218. They were in 224. Just down the hall. She looked up and smiled. “Ok, I will.” Sam pursed her lips in a kissing motion and walked across the room, her firm ass looking oh so good in those tight jeans. She glanced back as she turned the corner, giving a quick wave before she disappeared. Carrie looked at the piece of paper again and tucked it into her purse.

She left the restaurant and wandered back out into the lobby, not really having a destination in mind, her mind whirling from what had just happened. She needed to give this some serious thought. Sam seemed ok with having a threesome with them, even though she’d never met James. Maybe she’d finally found the right girl.

She absently went back to the gift shop and wandered the aisles without really looking at anything, her mind miles away. After a while, she looked down at her watch and saw it was almost noon. Time to meet James for lunch. The nooner forgotten, she hurried back to the restaurant and sat at the same table, trying to formulate a way to tell him about Sam and her proposal.

James left the banquet room where he’d given the presentation to his client. It seemed to have gone well and he was hoping to be able to wrap it up by mid-afternoon so he could spend some time in bed with his sexy and very horny wife. It must be the mountain air, he thought as he made his way down the hall, tugging at his tie. She was always a little wild in bed, and usually up for just about anything, but last night and this morning she was like a sex starved nymphomaniac. He just hoped he’d be able to keep up with her for the rest of the week, he thought with a smile.

As he turned the corner into the restaurant, he thought there was a good chance she wouldn’t be there and he’d go back to their room and find her lying naked on the bed waiting for him. Even though he was hungry, he would happily skip lunch to spend an hour making love to her. But he spotted her right away, sitting by the window and looking out, the light from outside partially penetrating the thin white blouse and revealing a silhouette of her slender body under it. As he moved closer, he saw she was wearing a short skirt and knew she would be naked under it, causing his cock to twitch inside his slacks. Damn she was sexy!

She turned as he approached and her face lit up in a smile that literally took his breath away. “Hey! How did the presentation go?”

He leaned down and kissed her before taking off his jacket and sitting down. “Great!” he replied, spreading a napkin on his lap. “I’m pretty sure I sold them on it. We just have to iron out a few details after lunch . . .” He grinned widely and spread his hands, “. . . then I’m all yours!” He leaned across and took her hand. “Please be gentle!”

She giggled girlishly and squeezed his hand, chewing on her lower lip. She shook her head. “Uh-uh! Not a chance!”

He sighed and sat back resignedly. “Ah, the things I have to do. The sacrifices!”

Carrie leaned over and slapped his hands playfully as Beth arrived, glancing with mild curiosity at James. She smiled at them. “Hi again,” she said to Carrie as she placed menus in front of them. They both ordered coffee and James watched her as she walked away. He turned back to Carrie and she was giving him a look.

“What?” he asked, grinning, “Didn’t we agree that I’m allowed to look?”

She raised her eyebrows and tried not to crack a smile, wagging a finger at him. “But don’t touch.” He laughed and shook his head, then leaned forward, taking her small hands in his.

“Baby, I would never cheat on you. Never.” His eyes locked on hers and she knew he meant every word.

“I know,” she replied, equally serious, “and neither would I.”

He smiled but saw something in her eyes and his face became serious again. “Is something wrong?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No, of course not.” He gave her a look that said he didn’t believe her and she sighed, then looked around. “There’s something we need to talk about, but I don’t think this is the place,” she said in a low voice.

He cocked his head, a curious look in his warm brown eyes. “Oh? Can you give me a hint?”

She took a deep breath and looked around again to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “It, uh, concerns something we’ve talked about before.” She paused, her eyes locking on his. “About maybe asking another woman to . . . join us.” She arched an eyebrow and a his face took on a look of sudden comprehension.

“Oh . . . that!” he said, then his brow furrowed. “Why? Did you meet someone?”

She looked around the room again then settled her gaze back on him and nodded. “Maybe.”

He smiled. “I see.” His voice had a playful tone. “And where exactly did you meet this person?”

Just then Beth appeared with the coffee pot. They gave her their lunch order as she filled their cups and she went back into the kitchen. As Carrie watched her go, she caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair and saw Samantha sitting at a table across the room, watching them with great interest. She quickly averted her eyes back to James, who was watching her expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what did you ask me?” she said, pouring cream into her coffee.

“I asked where you met this woman. And how do you know she’d be up for it?”

Carrie took a sip and added more cream. “I met her here. Earlier. And I know she’d be ‘up for it’, as you put it, because she told me she would be.”

He stared at her for a moment. “Are you telling me that a stranger you’ve never met before came up to you and said, ‘Hey, beautiful! Could I join you and your husband for a little orgy?’”

Carrie laughed shortly and shook her head. “No, not exactly. She wanted me at first and I said I wouldn’t do it without talking to you. Then she said if a threesome was the only way, that was no problem.”

He absorbed this and shook his head. “Wow, that sounds . . .” He seemed to be searching for the right word.

“Unbelievable?” she offered.

“Well, yeah, a little,” he said, the skepticism evident in his voice. “What’s this woman look like, anyway?”

Carrie took another sip. “See that cute blonde sitting alone by the fireplace?” James casually made a pass of the room, never resting his gaze in any one spot. He looked back at her, his eyes telling her that he saw her and found her as attractive as she did. “Her name is Samantha. She gave me her room number and said to let her know what we decide.”

James said nothing for a long time while Carrie swirled the remaining coffee around the bottom of her cup. Finally he leaned back and stroked his chin, eyeing her thoughtfully. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

She looked up and met his eyes, then shrugged. “Maybe, I don’t really know.” She inhaled deeply and swallowed the remains of her coffee. “We always said that with the right person, it could happen.”

He nodded slowly, still stroking his chin. “And you think she might be the right person?”

Again Carrie shrugged, then leaned back and studied his face. His expression was solemn, but she could see the familiar twinkle in his eye that told her he was definitely interested and that the ball was in her court. “I’m not saying we should jump right into bed with her, but maybe we could get to know her and see what happens.”

Just then Beth arrived with her ever present smile and sweet demeanor and set their lunch on the table. They said nothing while she went to get the coffee pot to refill their cups and James gave her a dazzling smile and told her they were fine when she asked if they needed anything else. She returned his smile with a slight blush and went to clear another table, sneaking the occasion glimpse over her shoulder at him.

Carrie noticed this and instead of being upset, grinned with amusement. “I believe you have an admirer,” she said, tilting her head toward the cute waitress. James glanced over at her then returned his gaze to Carrie, his mouth curling in a smile.

“Right. I can barely handle you. Someone that young would kill me for sure!”

She laughed at that and shook her head. “That’s probably true,” she joked, “You’re an old man don’t forget!” He was only two years older than she was, but it was a fact she never allowed him to forget with her constant playful teasing. The truth was he could satisfy her like no other man and she considered herself lucky to have found him.

He chuckled and picked up his BLT, taking a huge bite out of it. Carrie glanced over to where Sam had been sitting, but her table was empty, with only a plate with a napkin crumpled on it and an empty glass to indicate it had been recently occupied. She instinctively looked over to the cashier but no one was there. She must have slipped out shortly after they’d seen her. They ate in relative silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. James finished his sandwich and leaned back, tossing his napkin to his plate.

“So, what should we do about your new friend?” He looked over at her, and his expression told her that he at least wanted to explore the possibility.

“Well,” she replied slowly, leaning forward, “Why don’t I find her while you’re in your meeting and get to know her a little better? Then we can talk about it tonight, maybe meet for drinks or something.”

“Or something?” His eyebrows shot up and his eyes twinkled.

Carrie laughed nervously. “She seemed to be mainly interested in me. What if she wants to . . . you know. . . just the two of us first? Would you be ok with that?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I think I would,” he said thoughtfully, then grinned and added, “I mean, you would have to screen her performance. A noble sacrifice on your part!” Carrie shot him a dirty look and tossed her balled up napkin at him. He threw it back playfully, then his expression and tone became serious. “It’s not like you’d be sneaking around behind my back. And it isn’t with another guy. I would definitely have a problem with that.”

She nodded, wondering what had prompted her to even ask him that question. Maybe she subconsciously wanted to make love with another woman and was looking for permission to do just that. She admitted to herself that Sam’s offer to teach her had certainly piqued her interest. James continued. “If that’s what you and her decide, then ok.” He took her hand. “Just promise me you won’t fall in love with her and leave me.”

She smiled and squeezed his hand. “Not a chance, lover. You’re stuck with me.”

He gave her that boyish grin that made her knees weak and kissed her hand, then glanced at his watch. “I better be going. With any luck I’ll be able to wrap up early, but you never can tell with these things. If I run late, I’ll call you, ok?” She nodded and they stood up. They embraced and kissed quickly, then he picked up the check and went over to the cashier. She blew him a kiss goodbye then went out into the lobby, her eyes searching the crowd for blonde hair. But Sam had apparently disappeared. She decided to go back to their room to give this some more thought.

She climbed the wide curving staircase to the second floor and walked along the carpeted hallway toward their room. This part of the lodge didn’t have log walls like their room and the dining room did. Instead, the interior walls were of pine boards with dark knots dotting the glossy varnished surface. Pictures of wildlife and nature scenes were spaced between every knotty pine door and wall sconces cast a warm glow along the length of the hall, giving the place the feel of a private residence rather than a hotel.

As she passed the doors, she found herself checking the room numbers, odd on the left, even on the right. She passed 215, then 216, 217 . . . She paused. The next room was 218 - Sam’s room. Would she be in there and if she knocked on her door, what would she say? She hesitated a second longer, then began to walk past, her momentary bravery suddenly evaporating.

She quickly made her way to her door and was digging in her purse for her key when a noise caught her attention. She looked up and saw Sam standing at her open door, still wearing the same tight jeans and sweater she’d had on earlier. She was smiling and didn’t seem at all surprised to find Carrie in the hallway.

“Hi,” she said, starting toward her. Carrie forgot about the key in her purse and tried to smile.

“Oh, hi, Sam,” she said, her voice wavering. She stood there watching the attractive blonde walk toward her, her hips swaying and her breasts barely moving under the tight sweater. She swallowed hard and waited until Sam stopped next to her, her blue eyes glittering with an alluring light. “H . . . how are you?”

Sam ignored her question, letting her eyes move over Carrie’s body before locking onto her bottle green eyes. “Your husband is very good looking,” she said, her piercing blue eyes seeming to look into her very soul. Carrie simply stood still, not moving or speaking. “Is he as good in bed as he is to look at?” She leaned in closer until her lips brushed Carrie’s ear, her warm breath sending shivers down her spine. “Does he make you cum over and over until it feels like you’re going to pass out from pleasure?” She pulled her lips from her ear and turned her head so their faces were only inches apart. “Because I know I can make you cum again, . . . and again, . . . and again, . . . until you beg me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll keep you cumming so hard you may never want to fuck a man ever again.”

Carrie was speechless. Sam’s come on had taken her completely by surprise and she hadn’t felt such strong sexual tension since the first time she’d had sex. The pretty blonde pulled back and studied her eyes for a moment before speaking. “I saw you both checking me out in the restaurant so I’m guessing you asked him about me.”

Carrie nodded, dropping her eyes and fidgeting nervously with the clasp of her small purse. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I asked him.”

Sam continued to stare at her. “And . . .?”

Carrie took a deep breath. She was nervous, scared, and excited all at once. Somehow she found her voice and managed not to let it waver too much. “He said . . . that if I wanted to try it alone with you first, it was ok.” She looked up and saw a smile forming on Sam’s face. “He wants to meet later, for drinks.”

Sam nodded, then leaned in and lightly kissed her on the lips. “Then come to my room, baby,” she whispered softly, so close that her lips touched Carrie’s when she spoke. “Let me make love to you like only a woman can.” Before Carrie fully realized what was happening, Sam had taken her by the hand and was leading her to her room. She offered no resistance, following in an almost trance-like state as Sam led her through the door and closed it softly behind her.

Carrie looked around. The room was identical to theirs except for a different bedspread and curtains. She absently dropped her purse onto the table by the door and felt hands on her shoulders, kneading them gently. Her hands dropped to her sides and she closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch of Sam’s soothing fingers. She could feel herself becoming very damp between her legs and wondered if Sam could smell the scent of her excited sex. It seemed very strong in her own nostrils and wondered if it was just her imagination or if her body was giving away her desires to this strong willed woman.

She felt warm breath on her neck followed quickly by soft lips leaving kisses on her skin, then delicate hands pushing her blouse aside so she could move along part of her shoulders. She heard herself murmur something and the hands moved from her shoulders around to the buttons of her blouse. She allowed her to undo them, simply enjoying her touch and warm kisses. When she had enough undone to allow her access to Carrie’s firm breasts, her hand moved inside and began to lightly tease her nipples. Carrie gasped and Sam’s breath was once again in her ear.

“Ooo, sensitive nipples,” she whispered, her breath now coming in short pants, “I’ve made women cum just by playing with their nipples.” She pinched one, causing Carrie to gasp. “Do you want me to make you cum, Carrie?”

Overcome by the feel of Sam’s gentle hands caressing her breasts and her warm breath in her ear, Carrie fond herself torn between two emotions. Her obvious lust and desire to make love with the beautiful woman fondling her breasts was strong and the dampness on her bare pussy lips confirmed her arousal. She wanted to give in; allow Samantha to have her way with her and fulfill her promise of a long, intense orgasm.

But then James entered her mind and her erotically charged lesbian fantasy was replaced by his warm smile and the way he made love to her, and she hesitated. Yes, he had given her his ok to do what she wanted with Sam, but was that only to please her? She couldn’t help but put herself in his position and try to picture him with someone else. She couldn’t imagine herself doing it.

Sam’s fingers were pinching her hard nipples and massaging her firm breasts and it felt so good, but suddenly very wrong. She brought her hands up and lay them over Sam’s, then slowly pulled them from her breasts. Sam’s lips brushed her ear again.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she breathed, “Don’t you like that?”

Carrie wriggled from her embrace and turned to her, her trembling fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. She looked down, then slowly lifted her face to Sam’s.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I can’t do this.” She pushed past Sam and started toward her purse on the table by the door, but she felt a hand on her arm, gentle, yet firm. She stopped and turned again to face the attractive blonde.

“What is it? Am I moving too fast?”

Carrie shook her head as she hurriedly fastened the last button. “Maybe . . .I don’t know. It’s just that . . .” She paused and took a breath, finally looking up into Samantha’s bright blue eyes. She could see the disappointment in them, mixed with concern. “. . .I keep thinking of James, and even though he said this was ok, I still feel like I’m cheating on him.” Sam simply looked at her without replying and eventually Carrie turned to the door, taking the knob in her hand.

“What if he were here too?” Sam asked before she could open the door. “Would that be ok?”

Carrie paused, her hand still clutching the doorknob. She felt Sam’s gentle hand on her shoulder. “I really like you, Carrie. And I think we could be wonderful together.” Carrie didn’t turn around, but she didn’t open the door either. She felt Sam’s grip tighten and turned her around, lifting her face up to look at her. “Why don’t we keep that date for drinks and talk it over, all three of us. Please don’t give up on this, sweetie. If you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering ‘what if’.”

Carrie thought about it for a second, then nodded. “All right.”

Sam’s smile returned. She cupped Carrie’s cheek in her palm, then leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Ok. How about if we meet in the bar at eight?” Carrie nodded and mumbled an affirmative. Sam reached down and pulled the door open for her. “Ok, honey. I’ll see you then.”

Carrie turned to go and Sam’s hand pulled her to face her once again. “I respect your commitment to your husband, Carrie. If you decide this is too much, please don’t feel bad about it, ok?” She gave her one of her sweet smiles and Carrie managed a small one in return.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and quickly went out into the hall.

Sam closed the door and sighed heavily. She went over to the window and looked out at the lake. The blue sky of that morning had been replaced by thick gray clouds and already a few snowflakes were starting to flutter around the window pane. The parking lot had only a few vehicles in it because of the threat of the approaching storm and as she watched the thickening snow she wondered if there was any hope of bringing the pretty brunette into her bed.

Her hand stroked her breast, then she dropped it to the button of her jeans. She quickly had them unzipped and slipped her fingers into her panties, closing her eyes as she contacted her clit and began to massage it slowly. This would take care of her immediate needs, but she needed the touch of another person, preferably a woman. Suddenly her eyes opened and a smile crept across her face. Maybe there was another option.

Carrie walked quickly to her room, fumbling for the key as she walked. Her hands trembled as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. She tossed her purse on the dresser and went over to the window, her fingers toying with the buttons of her blouse as she stared absently out at the gathering clouds. She took a deep breath to try and stop herself from shaking. What had she nearly done? She loved her husband so much it hurt her to think she may have almost jeopardized the amazing relationship they shared. So what if had given her his assent? It still felt wrong not to have him there. Perhaps things would be different tonight. She was still very much attracted to the cute blonde down the hall and hoped her little moment of doubt hadn’t completely ruined the chances of them getting together.

She went into the bathroom and started a bath, then went out to the small refrigerator and took out one of the bottles of wine they’d brought along. She poured herself a glass, then quickly slipped out of her clothes and went back into the bathroom, sipping on the wine. As she sank into the warm water, she felt all the stress start to melt away and closed her eyes, lying her head against a rolled up towel. If she could just relax and think, she was sure she could work it out.

James smiled and shook the hands of the clients as they wrapped up the presentation. It had gone as well as he’d hoped and he now had the signed contract safely tucked away in his briefcase. His train of thought had been constantly interrupted all afternoon by the thoughts of what his wife and the pretty blond might be doing together and more than once he’d had to concentrate to prevent himself from growing a hard-on during the meeting. Would Carrie have the courage to actually spend the afternoon in bed with another woman? She had always been willing to entertain any new sexual games or positions he’d ever come up with, and while a few didn’t work out, most did. As a result, their sex life was always exciting and never the same boring routine, whether it was sex in public or simply a new position one of them had heard or read about. She was without a doubt the most sexually liberal woman he had ever been with. Surely another woman would be just another new adventure for her.

As the clients made their way out of the meeting room and the hotel staff began to clean up the food trays and drink glasses, he closed his laptop and nodded a greeting to an attractive dark haired woman in one of the hotel’s knee length blue skirts and white blouse. She smiled warmly at him and he caught just a hint of a lacy white bra inside her partially unbuttoned blouse as she bent over to pick up the dishes. As he made his way out the door, he could feel his cock starting to grow at the idea of Carrie’s little tryst and hoped she would still be ready for a good fuck before dinner.

As he climbed the stairs to the second floor, he glanced at his watch. Four-forty-five. He’d hoped to wrap up the meeting earlier, but you never could tell about these things. At least that gave Carrie plenty of time to finish up with Samantha and hopefully be waiting to tell him all about it as he plunged his cock deep inside her tight pussy, still wet from Sam’s tongue.

He reached the landing and started the seemingly long walk down the carpeted hall to their room. He hadn’t taken more than a few strides when a door opened just a few doors from theirs and a familiar figure stepped out into the hall and pulled the door closed behind her. She was wearing one of the hotel’s blue skirts and when she turned toward him, he recognized her as Beth, the waitress from the restaurant. She stopped suddenly when she saw him and he saw her face blush a deep red.

“Well, hello there,” he said as he came closer, noting that she had just come out of room 218.

“Uh . . .hi,” she stammered, trying to give him a smile. He could see now that she was very nervous and her clothes and hair were slightly disheveled. He quickly put two and two together and smiled at the pretty young girl.

“Relax, honey, I won’t tell,” he said with a wink, nodding toward the door she’d just came out of.

She gave him a nervous smile, her large brown eyes transmitting her thanks. He turned as she hurried down the hall and down the steps, watching her sexy ass under the tight skirt until she was out of sight. He chuckled to himself and reached into his pocket for his room key, wondering what lucky guest had seduced the cute waitress.

He opened the door and stepped in, looking around for Carrie. He saw her crumpled skirt and blouse on the floor and loosened his tie. “Carrie?” No answer. He went over to the half closed bathroom door and tapped on it, pushing it open. “Honey? Are you here?

As the door swung open, he saw her lying in the bathtub, her eyes closed and her bare breasts rising and falling as she slept. He went over quietly and sat on the edge of the tub, watching her sleep for a long moment before reaching out and caressing her cheek softly.

“Carrie?”

She stirred at his touch and when he spoke her name, her eyes fluttered open. She seemed a little disorientated for a second, then looked up at him.

“James! Oh, I must have dozed off! What time is it?”

He chuckled and gently squeezed her firm breast. “Needed a little rest after a busy afternoon?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned down at her.

She looked away, then slowly shook her head. “I . . .I couldn’t do it,” she said quietly, then gave him a run-down of what had happened with Samantha. When she finished, she looked up at him, her hand resting on his knee. “It just didn’t feel right without you.”

He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her. She responded immediately, her hand going to his head and holding his mouth to hers as her tongue snaked into his mouth. Just his nearness, his scent, was making her wet and all she wanted at that moment was for him to take her to the bed and make love to her. They continued to kiss for another moment, then James pulled back and reached both hands down to her. She took his hands and he pulled her to her feet, the water streaming down her naked body and making him hard almost instantly. He helped her gingerly step over the side of the tub, then pulled her wet body to his, kissing her deeply as the front of his suit became wet from her dripping body.

Suddenly, he reached down and picked her up, still kissing her, and carried her out into the main room. He stopped before the bed and broke off the kiss, giving her a stern look.

“So you couldn’t fuck another woman, huh?” He glared at her, his eyes twinkling playfully.

Carrie, recognizing his role playing persona, immediately slipped into her character of the submissive slut.

“I . . .I’m sorry,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I tried . . .” she said apologetically, “. . .but I just couldn’t do it.”

He shook his head and sighed, then threw her roughly onto the bed. “Then I guess I’m going to have to punish you. You know I wanted you to fuck her so you’d be ready when we all got together later.”

Carrie crawled to her knees on the bed and bowed her head. “I deserve to be punished,” she murmured in a low voice, “I failed you.”

He stepped closer to the bed and unfastened his belt. “You can start by sucking my cock,” he told her, standing with his hands at his sides.

Carrie crawled over to him and began to unfasten his pants. She pulled them down, then his boxers, and pulled out his hard cock. She looked up at him and he nodded. She gripped his hard member and slowly took it into her mouth, sucking hard as she did.

“More,” he said, placing a hand on the back of her head, “I want you to take it all, you disobedient little slut.”

He pushed her head forward, forcing the tip of his cock into her throat. He heard her gag, but knew she could easily handle his full length. This, he knew, was her favorite type of role-play and she often came just from sucking him while he treated her like this.

He watched as his beautiful naked wife took his entire length, her nose bumping against his trimmed pubic hair. She began to move back and forth, gagging sounds coming from deep in her throat as she pumped his cock in and out of her hot little mouth.

“Mmmm,” he murmured, pushing her hair from her face, “that’s good, my little slut. You like sucking my big cock, don’t you?” Carrie managed a nod without breaking her rhythm. “When you finish sucking me, I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, then I’m going to cum all over that pretty face and watch you lick it up and swallow it.” She raised her eyes upward and nodded again, his thick cock still between her luscious lips.

She kept this up for a few more minutes while he took off his coat, tie and shirt until he recognized from her body language that her jaw was getting tired, then he pushed her back onto the bed. “All right, slut, turn around and give me that pussy.”

Carrie spun around and knelt on the bed on all fours while he kicked off his pants and shorts. He looked down at his naked wife, her ass pointing up at him while her face was buried in the covers of the bed. He reached out and gave her ass a solid slap and she cried out. He slapped her again and this time she moaned and whimpered, wriggling her reddening ass. He grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, opening her pink pussy, swollen and dripping with her juices. Her tiny puckered asshole was looking straight up at him and he dipped a finger into her wet snatch, then rubbed it over her little rosebud. Carrie moaned and turned her head to one side, eyes closed. He continued to rub her back door, spreading more and more of her wetness over it.

“Would you like me to fuck you in that tight little ass, you horny bitch?” he teased, pressing his finger against her hole.

“Oh . . .” she moaned, “If that’s what you deem to be my punishment.” She gasped as he inserted his finger into her tight asshole. At the same time, he slid the tip of his cock along her wet lips, causing her to moan louder and push back, trying to force him to penetrate her pussy.

“Please . . .” she moaned, “. . .please fuck me now. I don’t care where. I just need to feel your cock inside me!”

He smiled and pushed his finger deeper into her tight little ass, causing her to grunt and grip the sheets. “I’ll fuck you when and where I want to, whore.” He reached down and grabbed her long hair, pulling her head up. “Do you understand?”

She attempted a nod, but he was holding her hair too tight. Not enough to actually hurt her - he knew her limits well - but enough to cause her some discomfort. “Y . . .yes, I . . .understand. I’m sorry.”

He leaned over her, his cock slipping between her labia. “Good. Don’t forget who is in charge here.”

She moaned as he pressed harder, pushing into her warm, wet pussy. She could feel him spreading her wider as he sank deeper, and his finger began to push in and out of her distended asshole, going deeper each time until he was fucking her with the entire length. She was in ecstasy, his cock finally fucking her while he diddled with her ass. Anal was a fairly recent addition to their sexual games, and she had only taken his cock a few times, but she was quickly learning to love it. The combination of his cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass was quickly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and she knew it would be a good one.

James began to move a little faster, thrusting deep into her until his pelvis met with the curve of her ass. She could feel his heavy ball sac slapping against her clit and his hand tugging on her hair was almost too much. She felt herself starting to cum, her body tensing and her pussy tightening around his thrusting cock. He must have felt it too because he began to slam harder into her, moving faster and faster. She began a long wail as her climax built and released. He continued his assault, their bodies slamming together almost in a blur. The room was filled with slapping of their sweaty skin and their gasping breaths, combined with Carrie’s increasingly louder moans.

She came for what seemed an eternity. His jack-hammer thrusts kept her cumming again and again until she lost count. It seemed unbelievable that he was able to last as long as he did, but he had always been an amazing lover, and never failed to pleasure her before he finally came. Finally, she felt his thrusts slowing and could hear his moans over her own from somewhere in the foggy depths of her barely conscious mind. A few seconds later, his finger was pulled from her rectum and then his cock was torn from her spasming pussy. She felt his hands on her waist and knew what to do.

Quickly, she spun around and presented her face to him while he stroked his wet cock. She looked up at him; at the grim look of concentration on his flushed face, then down at the swollen purple tip of his cock as he pumped it, pointing it at her face. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed her hair, yanking back until she was looking up at him, her mouth open to receive his load.

“Oh yeah, you fucking slut, I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face. Open wide!”

Carrie tried to open her mouth wider, pushing her tongue out just as he closed his eyes and groaned. A second later she felt his hot seed shooting into her face and closed her eyes. He came a lot, covering her face and depositing a good amount in her mouth and on her tongue. When he finally finished, he placed the tip of his cock against her lips and she eagerly sucked it in as he wiped gobs of thick semen from her face and eyelids. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as she took his seeping cock into her mouth and sucked until she had every drop, then swallowed it and licked him clean, her face streaked with his cum.

He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. “Holy fuck, baby, you are so good at that! Are you sure I’m not being too rough?”

She gave his cock one final lick, then sat back shaking her head. “No way! I love it!”

He chuckled and wiped another splatter of cum from her cheek. She grabbed his hand sucked his cummy finger into her mouth, cleaning the cum from it, then smacked her lips and grinned. “Mmm, you had pineapple juice, didn’t you?” They had both discovered that if he drank pineapple juice before sex, it made his cum taste sweeter.

He nodded and smiled sheepishly. “I had a feeling something like this might happen.”

Carrie laughed and wiped some more from her face, then licked it from her fingers. “Oh, you did, huh?”

He helped her to her feet and pulled her close. “Call me crazy, but I think you are one horny chick!”

She kissed him quickly, her hand going down and pinching his firm ass. “I just can’t help myself around you, lover,” she whispered. They kissed long and deep for a moment, then Carrie pulled away and glanced over at the clock. It was nearly six o’clock. “If we’re going to meet Samantha at eight, we should get dressed and go for dinner.”

They both went into the bathroom and she cleaned off her face while he started the shower. James went over to her and kissed her again. “We should go over some ground rules, too.” She gave him a questioning look. “You know, what we’re each ok with the other doing, stuff like that.”

Carrie nodded. “You mean, would I be ok if you fucked her?”

He shrugged. “It would be good to know because chances are it’s going to come up.”

Carrie thought for a minute, then met his eyes. “I know you love me, baby, and I know that tonight is just about sex. What we have is more, and whatever happens tonight isn’t going to change the way I feel about you. I love you too much to allow that to happen, and I trust you implicitly.”

He stroked her cheek as steam began to fill the room. “I love you so much, Carrie, and I trust you too. This will be a great adventure, nothing more.”

She smiled and kissed him, then took his hand and led him into the shower.

Samantha had been sitting at the bar for about half an hour. It was almost eight now and she was watching the door, hoping that Carrie hadn’t changed her mind. The little tryst with Beth after Carrie had left her all hot and bothered that afternoon had quenched her fire somewhat, and while the pretty young girl had been a very willing and competent partner, Carrie was the one she truly desired. Her husband was also very hot and it had been some time since she’d enjoyed a threesome. Hopefully, that would soon change.

She sipped at her drink, only her second, and politely turned down an offer to join a group of people at one table that were one girl short for three couples. She smiled to herself, thinking one of the girls might be lucky enough to get double-teamed instead, then chuckled to herself. She was such a perv sometimes!

At a few minutes after eight, the door opened and James stepped in with Carrie holding his arm. He was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and an off white shirt, while Carrie wore a very short black mini skirt and white blouse. Every male head in the room turned as they crossed the room and her sexy attire gave Samantha a glimmer of hope that things would come to fruition. She licked her lips and felt the familiar surge of adrenalin at the anticipation of a new sexual experience. She waved at them and smiled as they saw her and came over to her.

“Hey, there! You decided to come!” she said, standing up from her bar stool.

Carrie returned her smile, although somewhat nervously. “Samantha, this is my husband, James.”

James held out his hand and Sam shook it, then indicated an empty table in the corner. “Why don’t we sit over there where we can talk.” They all made their way over to the table and after giving their drink orders to the waitress, sat quietly. Finally Samantha took the initiative.

“I know this can be a little awkward at first,” she said, reaching out to touch Carrie’s hand, “but we’ll soon get over the initial weirdness and once we all get naked . . .” she grinned, “we’re gonna have a great time!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement as they moved from Carrie to James, then back to Carrie.

“This is all new to us,” Carrie explained, “but it’s something we’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

James nodded and took over. “Yes, we just needed to find the right person.”

Samantha chewed on her lip. “And you think that I’m that person?”

James and Carrie exchanged a look, then Carrie nodded. “I believe so. You’re experienced with women, and you seemed to have no problem with inviting James to join in so I’m guessing you’ve done that before too.”

Samantha took a sip of her drink and laughed softly, nodding. “Yes, you guess correctly.” She looked up at them and her expression grew more serious. “But I don’t do this all the time, and not with just anyone who asks. I’m very particular about who I invite into my bed.” Her face softened. “I just wanted you both to know that.”

James nodded approvingly. “Thank you. That means a lot.” Carrie smiled and nodded her agreement.

They sat there for about an hour, getting to know one another a little better and having a few drinks to relax. Samantha asked if there was anything they would be uncomfortable with and after a short pause, they both shook their heads. If they were going to do this, they wanted the full experience. Who knew if they would have another opportunity anytime soon.

After they’d all finished their third drinks, James looked at the two beautiful women and said, “Are we ready to do this?”

Sam looked at Carrie and she nodded. They all got up and James went to the bar to pay the tab while the two women went out into the lobby. Samantha took Carrie’s hand and turned to face her. “This is going to be a night you won’t forget, baby,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss her briefly.

Carrie, feeling a little nervous despite the three Long Island iced teas she’d had, only smiled and nodded. A moment later James rejoined them and they made their way up the stairs to the second floor. They had agreed to use Samantha’s room and when James saw the room number, he smiled to himself. So this was the lucky “guy” who had seduced the cute waitress earlier.

Samantha opened the door and stepped aside to allow them in first. They went in and she closed the door behind them, then went over to the mini bar. “Would you guys like another drink first?” James took a scotch but Carrie said no, explaining that she had already reached her limit with the wine and drinks at the bar.

They sat around chatting, with Carrie sitting close to James on the edge of the bed while Samantha sat in the wing back chair a few feet away. She crossed her long legs as she sipped at her drink, her soft blue eyes moving back and forth from James to Carrie as they talked about this and that - small talk that they hoped would ease the sexual tension they all felt at one level or another.

Finally, Samantha set her drink down and unfolded her long legs. She stood up and came over in front of them, looking from one to the other. Carrie looked up at her, then lowered her eyes nervously and leaned closer to her husband. James, despite the enviable position he now found himself in, was surprised at his own trepidation in closing the deal, so to speak. Here he had two gorgeous, horny women who wanted to have sex with him - and each other - and he was actually having second thoughts!

Samantha seemed to sense their reluctance and reached out a hand to each of them, smiling warmly.

“It’s ok to be a little nervous,” she said as each of them took her offered hand after a few seconds of hesitation. She smiled warmly as they stood up with her. “I know this is all new to you and I promise to make it as comfortable and exciting as possible.” She kissed each of them briefly on the lips and grinned. “I promise you’re gonna love it!”

Carrie, feeling some relief at her encouraging words, looked over at James, taking his hand. He turned to her and they smiled at one another, then kissed. It was just a soft, lingering peck on the lips at first, then they began to take it further, kissing deeper. Tongues became involved and hands roamed.

Samantha smiled and watched as they made out like two lovestruck school kids, so wrapped up in one another that they seemed to forget she was even there. Her eyes moved up and down, taking in the sexy curves of Carrie’s hot body in the tight skirt, then she studied James closer. While Carrie had been her main focus for the evenings activities, the more she got to know her handsome and charming husband, the more she liked him. He looked like he had an athlete’s body under his modest but stylish clothes and she couldn’t wait to get his shirt off and see for herself. And if he was even half as good in bed as Carrie had insinuated, this was going to be a very interesting night!

She allowed them to finish their kiss, then moved closer as they pulled apart, her arms around each of their shoulders and her face as close as theirs were to one another. She looked into James’ eyes for a moment, then Carrie’s. Carrie licked her lips nervously, but before she had a chance to move or say anything, Samantha’s lips were pressed to hers and her tongue probed at her soft lips. At first, Carrie’s only response was to tense up, but Sam persisted and after a few seconds, she relaxed and began returning the kiss, parting her lips to allow Sam’s tongue into her mouth.

James watched in fascination, his face only inches from theirs, as his sexy wife kissed the hot blonde passionately. He felt his already hard cock twitch at the sight, amazed at how much it turned him on to watch his wife with another woman. Samantha’s sexy body was pressing against his and he could feel the soft flesh of her breast against his chest.

They continued the kiss for maybe thirty seconds, then Samantha broke it off and gave Carrie a quick peck, smiling at her. “Mmm, I love your kisses!” she whispered, planting one more on her wet lips. “Would it be ok if . . .?” She tilted her head toward James. Carrie looked over at him, then back to Sam and nodded. Sam grinned and turned to James, moving in quickly to kiss him hard, her tongue pushing into his mouth.

James, surprised by her sudden advances, took a few seconds to respond, then began to kiss her hungrily, sucking on her tongue and pushing his own into her mouth. After all these years with Carrie, this was the first time he had ever kissed another woman and the feeling was . . .well, different. In a good way. As their tongues lashed together, he wondered how much different her pussy would feel and felt himself grow so hard he thought he may burst out of his pants.

Carrie watched her husband kissing her and couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, even as Sam’s hand caressed the back of her neck while she was doing it. They pulled apart after a few seconds, leaving them both a little breathless. Sam ran her hands down each of their backs and settled on their asses, giving each a little squeeze.

“Why don’t you . . .,” she said, turning to Carrie, “. . .introduce me to your husband’s big cock.” She grinned at James. “We can both go down and say hello!”

Carrie looked to James as if seeking his approval, but he only grinned and nodded at the sexy blonde. “Oh, yeah!” he replied, his eyes sparkling.

Sam laughed and kissed them both again, then reached down and began to undo his pants. Carrie watched her, trying to quell the jealous feeling by telling herself this was only sex. James loved her, and he promised that wouldn’t change. As Samantha began to work his pants down, she resolved herself to stop feeling jealous and just enjoy the experience.

Sam let James’ slacks drop around his ankles and looked down at the huge tent in his boxers. She let out a low whistle and looked up at Carrie, grinning. “Holy crap, girl! I see now why you married him!”

Carrie giggled and James felt his face getting hot. He knew he was a little above average, though not what you would call huge. He was a little uncomfortable being scrutinized and was relieved when Sam turned her lustful gaze to his wife.

“Maybe you and I should do this topless,” she suggested with a wink. Carrie grinned and reached for the hem of her shirt. Even under these extraordinary circumstances, she was comfortable being naked and had no problem baring her breasts for the hot blonde. She quickly had her top off and Samantha licked her lips as her eyes traveled over her full tits with the rock-hard nipples. “Oh, wow, those are gorgeous!” she exclaimed, reaching out to cup one. Carrie sighed as her fingers touched her areola, making slow, delicate circles around her engorged nipples.

James watched silently, his pants crumpled around his ankles and his cock making a wet spot on his boxers. Samantha seemed to come out of a daze and grinned, then pulled her own top off, shaking her hair free as she did. Her breasts spilled out, quivering slightly as they settled high on her chest, her nipples pointing upward. She teasingly licked a finger, then began to rub it around, then over her swollen nubs, smiling at each of them as she did. “I love having my nipples played with . . .and sucked,” she breathed, closing her eyes as a look of serene pleasure enveloped her pretty face.

Carrie watched her for a few seconds, then looked over at James, who quickly averted his eyes from Sam’s perky breasts. He smiled feebly at her and she laughed, trying to show him that it was ok for him to admire their new friend’s tits. She certainly was.

Sam opened her eyes and looked back down at James’ throbbing hardon inside his boxers, the growing wet spot clearly visible. She looked over at Carrie and grinned. “Somebody wants some attention!” she said with a little girlish giggle. She grasped Carrie’s hand and dropped to her knees

before him, pulling her down with her. She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and began to work them down over his erect cock.

Carrie watched as another woman slowly exposed her husband’s thick, hard cock; hers alone for the past eight years. Now here she was, sharing her man with this beautiful and exciting woman, and it felt incredibly erotic. As the soft purple head emerged, then, inch by inch his rough shaft, she licked her lips in anticipation of having him in her mouth again. She truly loved sucking his cock and giving him the pleasure she knew he experienced from it. Samantha was slowly lowering his boxers, her eyes glued to his hard phallus and her tongue moving almost unconsciously across her lips.

When she finally pulled them low enough to fully release him, his cock was pointing straight out at them, his balls heavy and his scant pubic hair curling around the base. Samantha looked up at him and took him in her hand.

“Mmm, I bet you taste good!” she said, then quickly parted her lips and sucked the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue across it like a lollipop. James sighed and looked down at the two women kneeling before him. Carrie was watching Sam suck on his cock, taking nearly half of it into her mouth before releasing it and passing it to her. “Your turn, sweetie,” she said with a wink.

Carrie took him in her hand and pressed her lips to the soft tip, her tongue poking out and licking up a drop of precum before plunging him into her mouth, sucking hard and pumping him with her hand. James moaned and she felt a small taste of satisfaction that she was able to get more of a reaction from him than Sam had. Of course, she’d had eight years to learn what turned him on, but it was still a good feeling.

They began to switch off, each taking him for a minute at a time. James began to feel himself inching closer and closer to release. The idea of two beautiful women taking turns blowing him combined with their different styles was one of the most erotic things he could ever remember doing. Trying to hold himself off as long as possible, he began to think of something else - his presentation that afternoon, the increasingly stormy weather outside, meeting Beth exiting Sam’s room that afternoon. Oh shit.

He looked down to see Carrie now had him deep in her throat while Samantha held her hair back with one hand while cradling his balls with the other. This was too much. No man could withstand this kind of pleasure for very long without exploding.

“Oh, fuck . . .!” he gasped, feeling his balls tighten.

Carrie knew exactly what was about to happen and Sam seemed to as well. “Pull off!” she urged, “Let him cum on our faces!” Carrie pulled his cock from her lips, her hand pumping it steadily while they both looked up at him, their mouths open. “Come on, baby!” Sam whispered, “Let us have it!”

James looked down again at the two beautiful faces looking up and waiting to receive his load and that was all it took. He stiffened and groaned, and a second later he felt the surge of his cum being ejected through his shaft. He cried out and looked down as shot after shot erupted from his cock, splattering the faces and open mouths of both girls equally. As his orgasm subsided and his body relaxed, he felt warm lips suckling on the sensitive head of his cock. He looked down to see Sam popping it from her lips and passing it to Carrie, grinning up at him with splotches of his seed covering her face.

“You taste yummy, baby!” Sam exclaimed, licking her lips. Carrie sucked on his cock for a moment, then released it, her own lips smacking.

“He drinks lots of pineapple juice,” she said, smiling up at a very satisfied James.

“Ah, good idea,” Sam said, wiping a gob from her cheek and popping her finger into her mouth. “Mmm . . .very good!”

James took a half step backward and sat down on the bed, his pants and shorts still around his feet. He looked down at the cum-streaked faces of the girls and smiled. This was already hotter than he ever imagined, and they were just getting started!

Sam got to her feet. “I’ll get you a towel,” she said to Carrie and wandered off to the bathroom. James looked down at his wife wearing only the tight black skirt, her breasts and face splattered with his cum.

“Are you ok?” he asked quietly.

Carrie glanced toward the open bathroom door, where they could hear water running, then back to him and nodded, smiling. “I’m ok.”

He watched her for a long moment, studying her eyes. He could read some trepidation in them, but no hurt feelings. He smiled down at her as Sam emerged from the bathroom with a towel. While in there, she’d removed the tight jeans and was now wearing only a very skimpy pair of black lace panties, smiling at them both as she walked sexily over to where they were. Both of them could only stare at her beautiful body, her long legs and those amazing tits until she stopped before them and passed a towel to Carrie.

“I figured we might as well all get comfortable,” she said, running her hands over her nearly bare hips. James swallowed hard, feeling his recently deflated penis attempt a revival at the sight of the hot blonde in the tiny panties.

Carrie accepted the towel and began to wipe her face, dividing her attention between Samantha’s nearly nude body and James. It wasn’t hard to tell he was enjoying himself, and she was as well. So far, everything was going according to plan. This was just sex; no more. He was simply a man admiring a pretty girl, and she could hardly fault him for that. She realized that Sam was speaking to her and blinked out of her thoughts.

“Huh?”

Sam winked at James. “I guess your wife likes what she sees too!” James chuckled and Sam grinned down at her, reaching out a hand. Carrie felt herself blushing, but allowed Sam to help her to her feet. She caressed Carrie’s cheek, then let her hand move down over the swell of her breast, along her torso to the curve of her hips inside the short skirt. Carrie shivered at her delicate touch, so unlike that of a man. Sam leaned in and kissed her, then nodded to her skirt.

“I think it’s time we all undressed,” she said softly, her fingers moving to the button of the skirt. Carrie simply stood there and allowed her to unfasten the button and slowly lower the zipper. Her skirt slid over the curve of her hips and dropped to her feet, leaving her naked with the exception of her stiletto heels. She bent over to unstrap them, but Sam stopped her. “Leave them on,” she said, “At least for now.” They both turned to James and he pulled his eyes from Carrie’s nakedness long enough to nod his agreement.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, still nodding, “Definitely leave them on!”

Carrie smiled at him, pleased that even with Samantha standing there in nearly the same state of undress, she could still take his breath away. Sam began to work her small panties down, exposing her mons with the light blonde rectangle of hair over a shaved pussy. She pulled it over her bare feet - she had taken her shoes off in the bathroom when she took her jeans off - and tossed it aside. Now both women stood before him, naked, and very appealing. He felt his cock twitch again and absently wondered just how many more times he’d be able to perform that day.

Sam reached out and embraced Carrie, kissing her deeply. As James watched, their naked flesh pressed together; breasts to breasts; nipples to nipples. He moaned at the incredible beauty before him and silently thanked the gods of sex for the bounty they had bestowed upon him. The girls separated and turned to him, still arm in arm. Sam leaned in and whispered something in Carrie’s ear, causing her to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” James asked.

Sam looked at Carrie then turned to him. “I was just asking how long it will take you to be back and ready for action.”

Carrie laughed. “I don’t know, it might be a while. He’s had a very busy day!”

James grinned and looked down at his flaccid penis, lifting it and letting it drop back down. He looked back up at them and shrugged. “They way you two look, I don’t think it’ll take too long.”

Samantha’s eyebrows went up and she grinned, her hand moving to Carrie’s breast. “Well, maybe we can do something to help you along.” She placed her hands on Carrie’s shoulders and began to kiss her lips, cheeks, and neck as she slowly moved her backward until she bumped against the bed. She pulled her lips from Carrie’s and smiled. “Why don’t you just lie back and let me take care of you?”

Carrie sat down on the bed and allowed Samantha to push her down so she was lying on her back. She wriggled further along it until she was completely on the bed, her eyes locked on the naked blonde watching her lustily while she teased her hard nipples. When Carrie was in position, Samantha pushed her feet apart and knelt on the bed between her legs, then leaned over her. Her breasts swung pendulously, brushing against Carrie’s as she crawled up and kissed her. As their lips met and Sam’s tongue pushed into her mouth, Carrie felt her pussy leaking at the thought of what was coming.

James moved to the bed and sat next to Carrie as Sam broke of the kiss and began to move her lips down to Carrie’s breasts, sensually teasing and sucking on each of her nipples in a way that made her shudder with pleasure. At that moment, she fully believed the blonde’s earlier claim to be able to make her cum just by sucking on her tits.

But Samantha had other plans. The scent of Carrie’s excited pussy was strong and she couldn’t wait to be lapping up her sweet juices. She kissed down her hard belly and breathed along her swollen, wet lips. Carrie moaned and wriggled on the bed as her lips brushed along her labia, wishing she would stop her teasing and just lick her wet pussy.

James watched all this is in silence, already feeling his cock beginning to recover. It was amazingly erotic to watch his wife being pleasured by another woman - more so than he had expected. He reached out and began to tease Carrie’s nipples as Sam’s head ducked between his wife’s spread legs.

Carrie gasped and moaned, closing her eyes as she felt Sam’s tongue start its slow, probing caress along her sensitive pussy lips. The combination of her tongue in her pussy and James rubbing her nipples was amazing. She began to rock her hips in time to Sam’s tonguing, already feeling the tingle deep inside her pussy begin to grow stronger.

After several minutes, Carrie was barely able to form a coherent thought. Sam was alternating between her clit and sucking on her dripping cunt, with two fingers probing at her g-spot. James was still playing with her tits, now pinching and tugging on her nipples at her own insistence. The result was that she was on the verge of a crashing orgasm, her body completely at the mercy of her two lovers. She reached up and gripped the back of James’ neck, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him hard, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth for only a few seconds before she released him and felt herself about to explode.

“Oh, shitttt!!” she cried, her body tensing as she built toward release.

Sam seemed to increase her oral attentions while Carrie thrust her hips upward, crying out as her orgasm enveloped her for what felt like a long time before releasing and sending her into a spasm of jerking movements, all the while crying out and moaning incoherently. Samantha remained at her pussy, trying to swallow her sweet cum, but it soon became impossible and she sat up, watching the pretty brunette twist and writhe on the bed. She wiped Carrie’s juices from her chin and glanced up at James, who watched until Carrie relaxed, then looked up at Samantha. He raised his eyebrows, then winked at her and she grinned at him, swiping a hand across her wet lips.

Samantha crawled up and kissed Carrie softly as she lay there gasping. “Are you ok, baby?” Carrie nodded, but didn’t try to speak or even open her eyes. Samantha looked up at James, then leaned in to kiss him. As their lips met, he could taste the familiar taste of his wife’s cum on her lips, which only made her kiss more delectable.

They pulled apart and looked down to see Carrie watching them, a curious smile on her lips. She reached up for James and they kissed for a moment before she released him and pulled Sam to her, kissing her hungrily.

“That was . . .” Carrie began, then grinned. “That was everything you promised!”

Samantha laughed and looked over at James, who had a puzzled look on his face. “I promised her I’d make her cum over and over until she begged me to stop,” she explained, then looked back down at Carrie’s flushed face. “Apparently, she has a bigger threshold for pleasure than I first suspected.” She leaned closer. “Next time, I promise you’ll beg me to stop!”

Carrie giggled and pulled her in for another kiss. James joined them in their naked embrace and all three lay there for some time, cuddling and kissing; just enjoying the intimacy. The ice had been broken and the nervous tension was gone, paving the way for a night of unbridled sexual experimentation.

They lay there talking and holding one another, telling their likes and dislikes. Samantha grinned when she was told of Carrie’s submissive slut fetish. “I think we can have some fun with that!” she exclaimed with a wink to James. She explained that she liked to be the dominant female, but also enjoyed being submissive at times. She asked if they ever used restraints and they both shook their heads, but agreed it wasn’t out of the question.

Samantha glanced down at James’ fully hard cock and nudged Carrie. “I think someone wants to play!”

Carrie propped herself up and watched as Sam took James’s cock in her hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth. She looked up at her husband’s face and found his look of pleasure getting her turned on again. She watched as Sam sucked noisily on it, her head bobbing up and down, and suddenly wondered that if watching him get a blow job made her this hot, what would it be like to watch him fuck another woman? She had to know.

She crawled over and moved her head in next to Sam’s. Sam pulled her lips from the hard cock, expecting Carrie wanted a turn, but instead she met her eyes, then kissed her hard. “I want to watch him fuck you,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

Sam’s eyes gleamed and a smile spread across her lips. “Are you sure?”

Carrie looked up at James, who’d heard her and was waiting to see what her reply would be. As their eyes met, he knew she meant it and nodded almost imperceptibly. Carrie looked back into Sam’s piercing blue eyes.

“Yes. I want him to fuck you so hard that you’ll be the one screaming for mercy.” She held Sam’s eyes for a long moment until Sam looked up at James.

“What do you say, stud? Do you feel up to the challenge?”

James grinned and stroked his hard cock, pressing it against her lips. “Oh, yes, you dirty little slut. I’ll have you begging for mercy!” He gripped her head and pushed her mouth onto his cock, glancing over at Carrie as he did. She was watching with a wild look in her eyes and her tongue moistening her lips as Sam was forced to swallow her husband’s cock.

James held Sam there with his cock in her mouth for several minutes before releasing her. He gripped her by the hair and lifted her head up, looking into her wild eyes. He could tell she was enjoying this as much as they were. Still holding her hair, he got to his feet beside the bed, pulling her with him. Then he turned her to face the bed, where Carrie still lay, then leaned in and whispered into her ear loud enough for Carrie to hear.

“I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours, bitch, and I want you to eat my wife’s pussy while I do it!”

Carrie moved into position without hesitation as James bent Sam at the waist and pushed her face into the covers. Carrie quickly opened her legs and Sam buried her face in her pussy again, causing her to moan as her mouth began to work on her sensitive pussy for the second time.

James watched as Carrie closed her eyes and leaned back, her expression telling him she was truly enjoying her first bisexual experience. He looked down at the smooth curves of Samantha’s perfect ass and smacked her on one cheek. She moaned and wriggled her hips in response. Next, he placed his foot between hers and forced her legs open, exposing her swollen pink lips to him. He reached down and grasped her cheeks, opening them up and exposing the brown rosebud of her ass. He took his cock in his hand, precum already oozing from the tip, and placed the tip on her puckered back door. He began to move it back and forth, his precum acting as a lubricant. She wriggled her hips and he heard her moan into his wife’s pussy, telling him she liked what he was doing.

He kept this up for a few minutes, then moved his cock down to her dripping snatch. As he pushed the tip between her outer lips, she lifted her face from Carrie’s twat and moaned. “Oh, fuck yes!”

Carrie opened her eyes and watched as James suddenly thrust his entire length into the hot wetness of Samantha’s pussy, causing her to groan loudly. When he noticed she wasn’t giving Carrie’s pussy the proper attention, his hand came down on her left cheek with a resounding “thwack”. Samantha jumped and let out a cry of surprise.

“I didn’t tell you to stop eating her cunt, slut!” he growled, giving Carrie a wink.

Samantha murmured, “Yes, Master,” and dove back in, attacking with renewed vigor. James smiled to himself. Master. In all the times he and Carrie had role-played, he had never had her call him Master. He kind of liked it.

He slowly extricated his long cock from her tight, wet hole, then pushed it back in. She felt so different than Carrie - still very good, just different. Again, he pumped in and out, gradually increasing his speed. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her to him as he thrust in. She grunted and moaned, but never once quit licking at Carrie’s increasingly excited pussy.

Carrie tried to concentrate on watching her husband fucking Sam, despite the amazing cunnilingus she was experiencing. She wished she could be back where she could see his cock moving in and out of Sam’s pussy, slick with her juices. As it was, she could see the look of concentration on his face as he pounded her harder and harder, their movements shaking the large bed. The sight of her husband doing this to another woman, combined with being thoroughly eaten by a very experienced pussy licker, was quickly bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. She felt the buzz start almost immediately and spread outward from her belly until her whole body tingled. Suddenly, Sam’s lips locked onto her hard clit and she lost it, her cries reverberating off the log walls as she came hard in Sam’s mouth. Her body twisted on the bed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through her until she couldn’t take any more and pulled away from Sam’s hungry mouth.

James watched his wife cum for the second time that night from Sam’s mouth and redoubled his relentless pounding. He was determined to make the sexually empowered young woman submit to his powerful thrusts until she came hard and begged him to stop. His hands tightened on her waist, slamming their bodies together. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, her moans and cries mixing with the slapping of their flesh.

Suddenly, he extracted his cock from her hot cunt and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her to her feet, then turning her around to face him. As their eyes met, he could see the lust in hers and knew he wasn’t pushing things to far. He sneered at her and stepped back, then pushed her to her knees.

“Suck me, bitch!”

Sam fell to her knees before him and took his gleaming wet cock in her hand. As her mouth opened, she felt his hand on the back of her head and he pushed her onto him until she felt his head touch the back of her throat. Then he began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth. She gave no resistance, loving the way he was completely dominating her while his wife watched. Despite her feelings of sexual superiority, she was almost thankful he had given her pussy a break and attacked his cock with vigor, happily allowing him to push his cock past her tonsils and into her throat until she had swallowed the whole thing. As she felt her throat constrict around his thick shaft, she wondered if Carrie also deep-throated him. As her air began to run out, he seemed to sense it and allowed her to pull him from her throat, but continued to make her suck him.

James sighed contentedly as Sam’s mouth enveloped his throbbing cock. He prided himself on being able to hold off for a long time if necessary, but between her tight little pussy and her expert cock-sucking, he wasn’t sure he would have lasted this long if not for the double-team blow-job earlier. He looked up at Carrie, who was sprawled on the bed with one hand between her open legs and the other massaging her tits. He grinned at her and she returned his grin with a lick of her luscious lips. He had been afraid she may be jealous, but her actions and the look in her eyes told him she was enjoying herself as least as much as he was - maybe more. She patted the bed beside where she was laying, then moved her eyes to Sam, who was still on her knees with his cock in her mouth. James smiled knowingly and stepped back, pulling his cock from the sexy blonde’s mouth. She looked up at him and moved to take him back in, but he stopped her with a hand on her head.

“No, whore. On your back on the bed. You need to be fucked some more.”

Samantha nodded, once again muttering “Yes, Master,” and climbed onto the bed, lying on her back with her knees up and legs open wide. Her pussy gaped at him, her swollen lips glistening with her juices and her pink flesh inviting him to fill her. He went over to the bed and crawled between her legs, lifting each of them up and resting her ankles on his shoulders. He grinned down at her as his cock pressed against her wet lips. Carrie scurried over next to her, watching with great interest as her husband prepared to once again plunge deep into her pussy.

“Are you ready?”

Sam held up a hand. “Please, let Carrie lick me first?”

Carrie looked at her, then up to James. He shrugged. “Would you like to lick the slut, my dear?”

She hesitated, her head spinning. Was she ready to do this? She had never gone down on another woman before, but then she’d already done things tonight she’d never done before. James’ voice brought her from her thoughts.

“Well? I can’t wait all night to fuck this slut.” His eyes danced with a fire that she recognized from their role-playing games. “I think you should do it.”

Carrie swallowed and looked down at Sam’s pussy, open wide with her husband’s cock poised to enter her. She could do this. After all, how hard could it be? So she went down on a girl. Big deal.

Taking a deep breath, she moved down until her face was only inches from Sam’s pussy. She could smell her sex mingled with the musky aroma of James’ cock she knew so well. She moved in and as James pulled back a little to allow her access, she grasped his cock and sucked it into her mouth, tasting his and Sam’s juices. He allowed her to suck on him for a few seconds, before pulling her free and stepping back.

“Uh, uh, uh . . .bad girl,” he said, wagging a finger at her. “Get down her and eat that pussy, you bad little slut.” Carrie looked up at him, her eyes pleading, but he shook his head, stepping out of his character for a moment. “Come on, baby. You said you wanted to do this.”

She sighed and nodded. “I know. It’s just . . .harder than I thought it would be.”

Sam propped herself up on her elbows and stroked Carrie’s long hair. “Just relax, honey. Go with it. I know you’ll like it.”

Carrie looked over at her. “All right,” she said softly. James watched as Carrie bent over Sam with her face poised over her steamy pussy. She looked down at her glistening lips, drops of juices running down over the pink flesh inside. Taking another deep breath, she lowered her mouth to the swollen labia and licked it. It wasn’t bad - not bad at all. She did it again and heard Sam moan in response. This urged her on and she began to establish a rhythm, her tongue pushing a little deeper between lips each time. Sam’s moans became louder and she began to rock her hips in time to Carrie’s licking. Before long, Carrie had her tongue as deep inside the sexy blonde as she could reach, her face wet from her juices. Sam moaned and she felt her tugging at her leg.

“Sixty-nine me, Carrie,” Sam moaned. “Let me taste that sweet pussy again!”

Carrie raised a leg over Sam’s head and felt hands on her bare ass pulling her pussy to her lips. She moaned as her over-sexed twat was once again left to the mercy of Samantha’s talented tongue. She was starting to enjoy eating pussy, but it was difficult to pay attention while the sexy blonde was eating her.

James watched the two girls slurp one another’s dripping snatches, stroking his hard cock. His eyes moved down to where Carrie’s head moved as she licked and sucked Sam’s cunt, her long hair obscuring what she was doing. He reached down to pull her hair back, his other hand still pumping his aching cock. He was dying for release and was about to jerk off until he shot his load all over his wife’s back when he suddenly had an idea.

Sam’s feet were still propped on his shoulders and he pushed her legs up higher, spreading them more at the same time. Her ass cheeks parted, revealing her tiny little back door and he grinned. Carrie’s licking had left a stream of Sam’s juices running down her crack to the bed, liberally lubricating her ass. He moved the tip of his cock to the tiny brown rosebud, rubbing it through the slick juices before pressing it against it.

Sam pulled her mouth from Carrie’s pussy and cried out, “Oh, yes!” as he began to push against her puckered hole. Carrie also noticed and lifted her face from Sam’s pussy, her lips and chin wet. She looked up at James as he struggled to enter Sam’s tight little hole, then back to watch his cock as her anus expanded and he slipped inside. Sam moaned louder and cried out again, telling him to fuck her ass before pulling Carrie’s pussy back to her mouth and attacking her with a vengeance.

Carrie watched more and more of her husband’s cock push into Sam’s ass, amazed at how much it had stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. Had hers looked like that the times when they had done anal? Apparently so, but it was still an incredible sight to see from such a close view.

Sam moaned again, the vibrations of her voice on Carrie’s twat increasing the wonderful feeling of her lips and tongue. As James began to establish a rhythm, she kissed Sam’s clit and felt the girl’s body tense under her. She did it again, and again, each time eliciting a greater response and urging her to keep going. As James began to fuck her ass with wild abandon, Carrie’s tongue dipped and swirled all around Sam’s clit and vulva. She could feel her body trembling and could feel her pussy contracting as her orgasm neared.

Finally, Sam released Carrie’s pussy and began to cry out, nearly shrieking with intense pleasure as both of them worked her to the peak of what was sure to be a mind-numbing orgasm. Sam’s cries became hoarser, turning to grunts and little squeaks as her tortured body trembled and shook before she finally arched her back and let out a strangled cry, her pussy clenching tight then gushing all over Carrie’s face. She bucked and thrashed, forcing Carrie to stop eating her and roll off to one side. She watched as James’ movements became halting as Sam’s asshole also tightened on his cock, making it difficult for him to move. She looked up into his reddened face, perspiration beading on his brow and trickling down his face. His eyes were close and his teeth clenched, a sign that he was about to explode.

With what seemed a great effort, he pulled his throbbing cock from Sam’s ass and she flopped to the bed, still twitching from her orgasm. James pumped his cock faster and faster, throwing his head back and letting out a long agonizing groan as he shot a thick stream of jism across Sam’s back and ass. Carrie watched him jerk himself until his body seemed to deflate and he leaned over, bracing one arm on the bed between her and Sam’s limp body. He was panting hard, his face still red from exertion, and looked over at her with a satisfied half smile on his face.

“Holy . . .shit!” he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Carrie looked down at Samantha, whose breathing was as labored as her husband’s. she still hadn’t moved, lying face down on the bed with her legs splayed open and several thick streaks of white cum plastering her back. She crawled up and brought her face down next to Sam’s.

“Sam? Are you ok?”

For a moment, Sam didn’t respond. Then her head lifted slightly and she turned toward Carrie. Her eyes were hooded, her face still flushed with the remnants of the incredible orgasm. She smiled thinly at Carrie.

“Oh . . .my . . .god!” she gasped, then licked her dry lips. “Are you . . .sure you haven’t . . .done this before?” she smiled a little wider and reached out to take Carrie’s hand.

Carrie grinned and looked back at James, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed at Sam’s feet, his hand caressing her leg. She turned back to Sam and squeezed her hand, shaking her head. “So we did ok?” Her eyes glittered with the fire of sexual excitement.

Sam managed a short laugh, then rolled over onto her back, her hand reaching up to caress Carrie’s cheek. “Yes, baby, you did ok,” she whispered with a wink. She looked down at James, who was watching both of them intently. “And as for you, “Master”.” James grinned sheepishly. “I hope this pretty thing realizes how good a man she married.”

Carrie smiled and reached out to take James’ hand. “Oh, yes, I most certainly do!” she exclaimed.

Sam pulled her down and kissed her long and hard. Then James lay down on the other side of her and they kissed for a few minutes. They remained lying there for a while, then completely spent, they all crawled under the covers and fell asleep in one another’s arms. Outside the window, the fierce wind hurled the snow relentlessly against the window as the three lovers slept peacefully in their warm and cozy bed, each dreaming of what their week together had yet to bring.