Feeling a bit uncomfortable now that she was topless and talking to Marty, Petranella calmly walked over to where she had left her bra and started putting it back on. “I was lost in thought,” she said, trying to explain away the situation.
“Are you okay?” Marty said with great sincerity.
“What do you mean?”
“Most women don’t take off their tops and look at their boobs in the mirror unless something is going on.”
Petranella just laughed nervously.
Marty pressed the issue. “I saw the bruises.” She adjusted her towel and gave Petranella a moment to respond.
“I’m fine. Really. Just a little sore. My husband and I…sometimes we get a little rough in bed and while I love it in the moment, it looks horrible afterwards.”
After holding her gaze a moment, Marty nodded. Petranella felt strange having to justify herself to a woman nearly ten years younger than herself. “I’m lucky I don’t bruise easily,” Marty confided.
Trying to keep the conversation going without making things strange, Petranella asked, “Does your boyfriend get rough with you when you have sex?” She started buttoning her shirt.
“Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend. I do like it rough, though.” She giggled and pretended to blush. “On my bottom though. I love a good spanking.” She gasped and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know why I’m telling you that?”
“I’m easy to talk to.”
Laying down her comb, Marty turned to Petranella. “You are. And pretty too. They’re very nice breasts, by the way. Better than mine, don’t you think?” Marty opened up her towel to show off a large pair of tits that Petranella would have died for in her younger years. She was happy with what she had now, but that didn’t take away from the fact that Marty’s tits were impressive on every level.
“Oh, wow. They are…they’re great.” Petranella didn’t know what else to say. She wanted to say a hundred other things, but all of those things seemed too forward, she wanted to, but she had promised herself to maintain control over her emotions and sexual needs for the day, if only for Ben.
“Thanks, but you’re a better. I’m too large.” Marty didn’t close her towel and Petranella couldn’t help but glance at the other woman’s body. It was curvy, maybe a little too curvy, but that was okay. She was still young and pretty and there wasn’t anything stopping them right now… “I don’t have a girlfriend right now either.”
“What?”
“I saw you looking at me yesterday.” Marty finally closed her towel but didn’t turn away. “I date both men and women.”
“I’m married,” Petranella said quickly. She wanted to tell Marty that she’d be happy to take her to bed.
“I’ve done three-ways before,” Marty said boldly and then gasped at her own forwardness. “Wow. I shouldn’t be hitting on people where I’m the intern. Sorry. Don’t know what came over me. You’re just so pretty and…everything.”
Casting aside her own vows, Petranella stepped close to Marty and gave her a firm kiss on the lips. The two women put their arms around each other, it was a natural reaction. Marty’s lips were soft like her body, but warm as well. She let Petranella explore her mouth with her tongue for far longer than would be considered proper under any circumstances. Petranella didn’t want to stop kissing the young woman. She could feel her large breasts pressing against her own and wanted more, so much more, but something gave her a bit of control back over herself.
“I’ll have to ask my husband, but I’m sure he’ll say yes,” Petranella finally said after the kiss was broken. “You said you date both men and women?”
Marty nodded. Her confidence was gone and she seemed enamored and ensorcelled by Petranella.
“I assume you have sex with both men and women?”
Another nod.
“Good. I’ll call you.”
Petranella walked out of the locked room excited she had a prospect of another partner but frustrated that she hadn’t been able to jill off. Just as she headed down the hallway, she hesitated for a second. Would Marty be open to a quick tryst in the locker room? Before she had the chance to turn around and give the young woman a second chance, a pair of women that Petranella recognized but didn’t know turned the corner for the locker room.
After a nod of acknowledgement, she twisted her lips into a moue of frustration and vowed to complete her work as quickly as possible and get home to Ben.
She didn’t even give her husband a chance to get through the door. It was extremely rare that she got home before Ben unless the lab was on a schedule change. The moment she heard him pulling in the driveway, she bolted to the door and practically dragged him inside. She was wearing only her red silk robe and a pair of panties. She had stripped off her clothes the moment she got home and had been lounging on the bed with her hand between her legs, edging herself, waiting desperately for Ben to get home.
With her vibrator and a little imagination, she would have been able to easily get herself off. But that wasn’t her goal. She wanted something else.
“Whoa! Why are you so eager?” He didn’t resist her but was surprised at her aggressiveness as she dragged him to the bedroom.
“Sometimes a girl needs to get fucked,” she told him, opening up her robe a bit, giving him a quick view of her nipples. “And sometimes she needs her tits played with.”
Ben saw the pile of clothes next to the bed. “Looks like you’ve been…ready.”
“Suck on my tits and I’ll give you a surprise,” she promised, dropping her robe to the floor. He had seen his wife’s chest hundreds of times before, but somehow looking at her now, they seemed different.
“They look great,” he said, mesmerized by them. Maybe they weren’t perfect because the bruises from earlier were still obvious, but their imperfection somehow made them better.
“Thank you,” she said as she slumped onto the bed. “Now give them the attention they deserve.”
It was easy to join her on the bed and start sucking on her nipples. After all, that’s what they were for. Ben didn’t even bother taking off his clothes; there was no need. The moment he latched onto her breast, Petranella moaned softly and started running her hand through his hair.
“Yes,” she said softly. “Just like that. Keep doing that and you’ll make me cum.”
Ben had placed his hand on her hip. They were both on their sides, facing each other, and he would have been happy to slip his hand down inside her panties, but there didn’t seem a need for it. She was enjoying the attention he was giving her and he was oddly satisfied with it as well. Her tits seemed as sweet as sugar.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she gasped after a short time. Her body convulsed several times and Ben backed off, afraid he had hurt her.
“What?” he asked, confused.
“You made me cum,” she informed him. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“Just from your tits?”
“You have a special wife,” she told him, leaning down to give him a kiss. She tasted a vague sweetness on his lips. “I can cum like that now.”
“That’s…that’s fascinating,” he said and licked his lips. “You said you were going to give me a surprise…or was the surprise your perfect tits?” He bent his head and kissed their tops, moving down to lick the sweetness from her nipples.
“Would that be enough for you?” she asked, watching him as he showed her breasts the attention they deserved.
“No,” he said between kisses.
“Good, because I have a better surprise.”
“Mmm?” he asked, already sucking on her left nipple, trying to make her cum again.
“What would you have said if you found me in bed with a pretty young woman tonight?” she asked him with a boldness that made her feel sexy.
Ben looked up at her with her nipple still in his mouth. He let it slide free. “Don’t tease me like that.”
“Her name is Marty. She’s an intern at my lab and she made it obvious that she wants to fuck me.”
Ben looked up at his wife in amazement. “How did…?”
“She has perfect tits,” Petranella continued as if he hadn’t said a word. “And is an amazing kisser.” She could feel the swell of Ben’s cock against her thigh. “And she is more than willing to let you watch…and maybe even join in.”
“You are the most incredible wife ever,” he said, leaving her breast and moving up to kiss her lips.
Petranella accepted his kiss, but gently pushed him back down to her breasts. “Make me cum again. Suck on my nips. That’s what I want. And then maybe I’ll let you fuck me.”
Ben eagerly applied his mouth to her tits. It was an easy request to fulfill.
Chapter Four
The first time he met Marty, to say it was awkward would be a vast understatement. He had no idea on how to act around the woman who wanted to have sex with his wife while he watched.
He was excited by the idea, of course, and wanted it to happen, which just made him more nervous because he didn’t want to screw anything up that might prevent the fantasy of a lifetime from happening. As it turned out, there was very little he could have done to prevent the two women from going through with their plan.
“I remember my parents having colleagues over for drinks and dinner,” said Petranella after introducing Ben to Marty. “But it looks like I invite them over for drinks and sex,” she said with a wry smile.
“Are you even old enough to drink?” Ben blurted out. He was overly nervous, and that made him ask the inane question. He was shocked at how young Marty was. She was very young and very pretty. He had trouble believing she was out of college, and truly she wasn’t; she was a grad student doing her internship at Petranella’s lab. Still, she was almost too young. She had a natural beauty that wasn’t immediately obvious because she didn’t try to enhance it with too many cosmetics. Her skin was honey-kissed and he judged by the slight angle to her eyes she had to have some Asian ancestry in her. Luckily for him he didn’t ask about that.
Instead, Marty laughed politely at him. “Yes, I’ve been old enough to drink for a couple of years.”
Ben had the good graces to apologize over his surprise. Marty didn’t make a big deal of it, accepting a glass of wine from Petranella. “Thank you, Petra.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ben gave his wife a quizzical look.
“They call me Petra at work.”
“What do you go by at home?” Marty asked, curious.
“Ella,” Ben answered for her.
Marty nodded. “I’m going to think of you as Petra, though.”
Petranella laughed. “Of course, you are,” she said and gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh. I guess I was expecting more,” Marty said eagerly.
“There’ll be more a little later,” Petranella promised.
“I hope so,” Ben said eagerly.
The two women looked him and if not for the erection he was hiding in his pants he would have been completely ashamed of himself. As it was, they all wanted the same thing, it was just a matter of everyone getting to the same place.
After the silence became uncomfortable Petranella had the good sense to say something. “So, my parents did drinks and dinner. I guess we do drinks and sex?”
Everyone looked around nervously.
“Sex date,” said Marty. “Isn’t that what this is? Why play games about it. We all know what we all want.”
“Right,” Ben said smartly.
“Right,” agreed Petranella, and then she took the wine glass from Marty and kissed her. This time the kiss wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek. It was the kiss of two lovers.
Ben uncomfortably shifted his cock in his pants. The women didn’t seem to notice.
The kiss went on for a long time, the women’s limbs intertwined around each other. They were completely comfortable with kissing in front of Ben. Petranella because she was showing off for her husband, Marty because she was too willing to do whatever Petra wanted.
“It’s been too long,” Marty said when they broke their kiss.
“Too long for what?”
“Too long since I last had sex.”
“When was that?” asked Ben, intensely interested.
“Last week,” Marty admitted.
Neither half of the married couple thought that was an overly long period of time.
“With who?” asked Petranella.
“His name was Eddie.”
Ben and Petranella looked at each other and shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“I’m more interested in what’s going to happen tonight,” said Marty, licking her lips and focusing on Petranella. Ben got the distinct impression that she wasn’t the least bit interested in him.
Oddly, he was fine with that.
“You said you liked my tits,” said Petranella, “so…” She lifted her shirt up over her head to reveal a bra that was perfectly designed to show off the small amount of cleavage she had. “Let’s go explore.”
By the time the trio reached the bedroom, Petranella had already shed her bra and proudly whirled around to show off her tits to her lover-to-be and husband. Marty was impressed by the display. She’d been with women before and easily admired how confident Petranella was. She was almost intimidated. Almost.
“They’re beautiful,” she complimented the older woman.
“Thank you, but they’re not just for looking at,” she said as she lifted the soft flesh up and released it. Ben silently slipped into the corner and observed the two women. He wasn’t sure how much of a show his wife was putting on for him, and how much she was interested in having sex with Marty. Either way, he didn’t care.
Marty moved in closer, kissed Petranella again, but instead of pressing forward, she stepped back and smoothly lifted up her shirt and bra, removing both in the single motion. Ben leaned to the side and turned his head to get a better view of the new woman’s breasts. They were much larger than his wife’s, impressively sized, but not hugely so, but perfectly formed and shaped. He didn’t know if his wife was lucky in picking a young, beautiful woman as her first female lover, or if she had an innate knack for it. Either way, they both benefited from it.
Looking down at her tits, Marty pressed them together with her upper arms and frowned. “Bigger, but yours are still prettier than mine.”
Ben wasn’t a hundred percent sure he agreed. They were bigger, that was indisputable, but they were impressive even without their size. But maybe he was just used to seeing his wife’s boobs all the time. He glanced back and forth. But looked lovely, and a moment later, it was hard to tell lone from the other because the women’s bodies where pressed together once more and then Petranella was dragging Marty onto the bed.
By unspoken agreement Marty wound up on top and quickly worked her way down Petranella’s body. She latched onto one of Petranella’s nipples and moaned in the back of her throat as she began sucking. Petranella made a similar noise of enjoyment and clutched the other woman’s head to her breast. Ben adjusted his cock in his pants and wondered if it would be a breach of etiquette to pull his cock out and start jerking off.
“They’re beautiful to look at and tasty too,” Marty said as she switched between nipples.
Petranella laughed as she unzipped her pants and started wiggling out of them. While she was happy to let Marty ravish her breasts, she was there for sex as well and there was no reason to delay the inevitable. While Marty focused her attention on Petranella’s tits, the woman being ravished looked across the room at her husband and met his gaze. They said nothing but Petranella slowly eased her fingers into her panties, reaching down for her clit. Ben started rubbing his cock through his pants, having been given permission to do so by his wife’s actions, but he still wasn’t sure if he should just take off his pants and start jacking off.
“This is perfect,” Marty mumbled as she switched back and forth between Petranella’s breasts. “I want your tits.”
Petranella actually giggled at the statement. “They’re mine. You can’t have them.”
“I’m having them right now,” Marty pointed out while looking up at her lover. She noticed that Petranella was looking across the room and followed her glance to where Ben was watching them. “Am I making your husband jealous?” she asked.
“Probably,” Petranella said as she pulled her hand out of her panties and offered her fingers to the pretty dark-haired woman. Marty sucked on the wet digits as she ground her pussy against Petranella’s leg. The friction was more annoying than helpful. “I think he wants to see you go down on me.”
“I’d rather just suck on your tits. They’re perfectly tasty.”
Though Petranella would have been happy to let Marty play with her nipples for the rest of the night, she felt that something else should happen, even if it was only for Ben’s benefit. She had it fixed in her mind that this little adventure was as much for Ben as it was for her. Sure, she could get off by having Marty suck and pinch her nipples, but she wanted more than just that.
“Take off my panties, then keep going,” Petranella said.
Together the two women worked her panties off, sliding them down her legs. Though Marty had no qualms about going down on Petranella, she didn’t. All she did was place her hand on Petranella’s pussy and gently rub her clit, all the while happily sucking on her tits. “More,” Petranella moaned.
Somehow Marty knew that the other woman wanted her tits tended to and her pussy was secondary at best. She licked, sucked, and nibbled on Petranella’s tits, tasting their sweetness, making her writhe in bliss.
“Oh fuck yes!” she cried out when the orgasm passed over her.
Marty was giggling when Petranella’s climax was over. “What?” the slightly embarrassed woman asked.
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