by Al Daltrey
“I will do my very best,” I whispered to him.
He took some of my insecurity away when he reassured me this was more about effort than anything. That said, as a good sub, I wanted to prove I would do anything for him. I’d go to any length, and would put myself out there, even at the risk of shaming myself. I’m going to succeed; I knew he would be so pleased. I’m hot, damn it, and I was going to make that lesbian couple want me. Jack deserved the scent of their pussies covering his wife’s face. As the day progressed, and whenever I had a few moments to think, I mapped out my strategy. The first thing I needed to do was properly introduce myself to the girls, and get to know them enough to begin a conversation. From there, I’d somehow get them out for coffee or a drink. Based on what I learned, I’d take it from there. Who knows, maybe they do have an open relationship?
I racked my brain to try to remember what day and time I’d originally seen them in the gym. If they have a routine, and I figured it out, I’d be off to the races. All I remembered was that it was very early, and that the red haired one spent her entire workout on the same elliptical machine. I set my alarm for 5:45 the next morning and was down in the gym by 6:00. They were a no-show. The next morning I returned. And the morning after that. One thing was for sure, whether my mission was successful or not, I was sure as hell going to end up in great shape by the end of the month!
Finally on Tuesday, I had luck. The unsuspecting pair wandered into the gym, oblivious to the fact I was clandestinely waiting for them. I was happy that I had chosen tight fitting workout clothes that morning. Black short tights and a low cut Lululemon top. No workout bra, just a thin regular bra. I’m slender, but my breasts are quite full, and I certainly can’t exercise without one. I knew my nipples would be poking out of my top, from time to time. A little bait for my two little fish.
I played it cool and set about my plan. I started stretching, as if in pre-workout. This way, when one of them settled on a machine, I could just so happen to select the machine beside it. Normally, I tend to keep to myself, but I was intentionally more gregarious than usual, making small talk: ‘How are you today?’, ‘Hopefully this humidity will let up’, ‘How long have you lived in the building?’
By the second time I saw them in the gym, two days later, I was able to say ‘Hello I’m Chloe’. The girls introduced themselves as Canace and Shanyn. We had progressed from a face you recognize to acquaintances.
“Gee, you must be really dedicated. I’ve seen you here before and you look really fit?” Canace remarked one morning.
“Oh, I’m in training for a charity fitness event, so this is crunch time for me.” They seemed to buy my story.
I had made a conscious effort not to tell Jack too much about my game plan. Only when I needed his cooperation did I keep him in the loop. I saw the girls a few more times, and we chatted casually. Our friendship was growing. The first big break came when I invited the girls out to see a performance of Cirque de Soleil. I pretended I had free VIP passes through work, and with no one to join me, the passes would go to waste if not used. It was the only way I could invite them to come along without it appearing strange or suspicious. Cirque was a hot ticket, and happily they jumped at the opportunity.
Meanwhile, the sex between Jack and I was electric whenever we fucked. I mean, it was always great – but my mission seemed to add an extra little element of edge. It seemed I was always turned on.
The Cirque show was just as billed: inventive, exhilarating, spectacular and literally breathtaking. About a year earlier, Jack and I had seen ‘O’ at the Bellagio in Vegas, and this was just as fascinating. The only time my mind drifted was when I rehearsed in my head what I would say to my new friends following the performance. I had memorized a deep confession about how I’d always longed to make love to another woman. Little did they know. It wasn’t hard to think of what to say because it was, in part, true. I did want have sex with them.
We were all game for drinks after the show, and in a nearby cocktail bar, I drank three gin and sodas as fast as the waiter could bring them over. We sat at our table; I had on my favorite pair of dark colored jeans and a black silk top. I had decided to wear a sexy bra which was cut low, slightly below my nipples, lifting and framing my breasts. As I moved, the fabric of the blouse rubbed against me, stimulating my nipples. They became hard poking out of my shirt. My face felt flush as I caught the waitress and my new friends looking at my breasts. I was sure that they could see them slightly through the thin fabric. When our drinks arrived, I imagined me dipping my nipples in my cocktail and having them sucked. Chloe get a grip.
Under the guise of being tipsier than I actually was, I asked them how they met, and then found a way to transition into my confession. They were surprised, but not shocked. In the conversation that followed, we all talked about our sexual preferences and the discovery process. Better still, there were times when I swore Canace was flirting with me, which I took as a very good sign. Shanyn was more guarded, but she was not put off by my confession. I did not get bad vibes from either of them. So far, so good.
I returned home and before I could take my key out of the door, Jack did it for me and pinned me to the floor unzipping my jeans.
“Welcome home,” he said, “you’ve been missed.”
Wow, he yanked my jeans down and pressed his engorged penis onto my pulsing clit while his hand shoved up into my aching pussy. I was so turned on from dinner I almost exploded. He simply moved my black thong, quickly freed his penis and fucked me. We were both fully clothed with his cock and my pussy grinding and moving in unison. We came together. Hell, I should go out for dinner with friends more often.
The next day I got a text which nearly made me yelp in surprise.
It was from Canace: ‘R U free to come watch a movie Friday night? Our place.’
This set off a flurry of texts between us, including what I perceived as a continuation of our flirting.
Me: ‘Can I bring anything? Dessert perhaps?’
Canace: ‘Just bring your sexy self. You can be dessert, lol.’
It was torture, waiting until Friday. I didn’t tell Jack about the sexy text exchange, so as not to raise his expectations. I was tense when the day arrived, but also unmistakably turned on. My pussy was a lake. I was tempted to masturbate to relieve some of my arousal, but I didn’t. I wanted to go there on edge.
The mood was sexy from the moment I walked in. I opted for my blue sundress, with new navy lace bra and matching thong. As I strolled in, it swayed gently above my knees accentuating my nicely shaped legs. Canace eyed me up and down, her eyes dancing with excitement as she welcomed me into their condo with a long telling hug. I started with a glass of Chardonnay. Conversation flowed. Drinks flowed. My pussy juice flowed. The girls half-pretended to put a movie into the DVD player. It was the old classic, Good Will Hunting. Robin Williams had passed away earlier in the week, and they’d purchased a few of his movies in memoriam.
My hosts had conspired before my arrival. About an hour into the visit, my new friends came to sit beside me on the couch, one on each side of me. Canace pulled the glass of wine out of my hand, and placed it on the coffee table. I swallowed hard, barely containing my excitement. Shanyn sat to my immediate left. Both sat incredibly close; I could feel their warmth.
Canace whispered in my ear, “Are you serious about regretting girl-girl in your life?”
“Yes. I want this. I really want this,” I responded.
“Then it’s time for dessert,” she continued and leaned into me further as she gently kissed me behind my ear. I shivered. Her lips traveled down my neck as she planted a series of butterfly kisses down toward the bodice of my dress.
Meanwhile on the other side of me, Shanyn began kissing my cheek. I felt her hand travel to the back of my dress, and she slowly started to unzip it with her expert fingers. Canace lowered the bodice of my dress, and I sat there in my bra with the dress pooled at my waist. My arms were trapped. They both gently removed my
bra straps in unison. They caressed my bare skin on my back with one hand while the other moved toward my front and down toward the swell of my heaving breasts. Provocatively, they dipped their fingers into my now loose bra, feeling and teasing my nipples. Damn, lesbians know how to touch. I couldn’t wait to have them sucked. Shanyn unclasped my bra quickly and tossed it aside. My breasts were toyed and teased, then yanked and twisted. It seemed to go on endlessly before they brought their lips down and sucked and sucked. Having both of my nipples sucked at the same time was awakening every sexual sensation in my body, making me sooo wet. I was on the verge of climax when suddenly without warning, they pulled away.
All at once, they tore my dress down and off. I was naked except for my navy blue lace thong. Then one by one, they removed their clothes. Canace had a beautiful curvy body with overly large breasts and a lovely groomed runway. Shanyn was quite slender with small pert nipples, and completely free of hair. I couldn’t help myself: spreading my legs as an open invitation, closing my eyes and leaning my head back. I was theirs. The couple took their time, kissing me from my toes, along the inside of my trembling thighs to that beautiful spot. I let them explore my body. Two mouths, two tongues, four hands, and twenty fingertips were touching my most private parts. Teasing every inch of me.
They worked as a team. My legs were spread very wide, and from each side of me, a hand stroked my inner thigh. Then Shanyn took two fingers and moving aside my lacey thong, inserted them into my squishy wet pussy. She brought the wetness up to my nipple and smeared my juices onto it. It stiffened from the attention. Canace meanwhile, on my left side did the same. She slid two fingers into my hole and brought the essence to my left nipple until it was coated with my juices. Two warm mouths then engulfed my nipples simultaneously, sucking my flesh clean. As if they could read each other’s minds, the two girls started biting and chewing on my nips on cue, causing me to tremble and stir. Their hands returned to my inner thighs and tore off my thong, once and for all. I felt two fingers approach my pussy from the right, and two fingers from the left. Shanyn used her two to rub circles all around my clit, while Canace ran her two up and along my slit. Then they switched. One would rub my clit, while the other finger-fucked me. God, so good. Fuck! In no time, I was cumming and cumming and cumming, while their teeth made a mess of my nipples.
My orgasms were so intense I almost passed out. Canace laid down beside me and spread her own legs very wide. I needed no further instruction. This was why I was here! I dove into her outstretched legs and buried my entire face into her wet cunt. I pretended to be an amateur when it came to eating pussy. I did this for two reasons. First, I didn’t want to reveal my secret – which was that I’d probably eaten as much pussy as both of them. But also, my clumsiness was a perfect excuse to smear her cunt juice all over my face. I wanted Canace’s juices on my lips, chin, cheeks and neck. I wanted to ensure that Jack could detect it all over me when I got back home. Of course, I managed to bring her off. She shuddered and enjoyed a hard intense orgasm, squeezing her legs around my head keeping me in place. I could barely breathe, but I loved it. I absolutely loved it.
Then I felt Shanyn’s hands on my waist, and something touching my pussy. I was about to be fucked from behind by a large strap-on. As thick as it was, the plastic cock slid inside me easily. It wasn’t surprising considering how wet I was. Soon Shanyn was slamming into me. With each thrust my face was smudged up into Canace’s gaping wet hole, as if I didn’t have enough of her cunt juice on my face.
This went on for some time, until Shanyn finally pulled out of me, and in a frenzy removed her strap on. Canace knowing what her partner wanted spun me around. Shanyn was handing me the strap on, and panted, “Fuck me, put this on quick and fuck me like I fucked you.”
“May I taste you first?” I pleaded.
“I hate oral. Put the strap-on on, and fuck me.” She wasn’t kidding.
I did as told. I fucked her the same way she fucked me, with deep steady thrusts. I withdrew the cock until only the tip of the head was inside her, then I drove it in deep. She started to cum, screaming as she did, “Yes...yes…fuck me. FUCK ME bitch”.
While the three of us were catching our breath and coming back down to earth after our euphoria, I tried one more time to get a taste of Shanyn, “Should I lick up your mess?”
“No tongue on me Chloe, I can’t take it.”
Canace clarified, “It tickles her so much it annoys her. I’m not allowed to eat her myself; I fuck her like you did.”
I was a bit stunned. Damn. So close! Before I knew it, we were dressed, and I was walking toward the elevator. I was walking like a zombie. Did I just fail? So close but so far. What just happened back there? I pressed the UP button to return home. When the doors opened, an older couple were already on board, heading up to their own home. Oh shit! They can’t smell pussy juice on my face can they? I stood as far away from them as possible, and thankfully only a two floors later they were gone. I continued on to the Penthouse floor. What should I tell Jack? I couldn’t lie. That wasn’t even an option. I had Canace’s scent all over my face, so that was partial success. Would it be enough? I didn’t know.
I wanted to please him so badly. Pleasing my Master is what I live for.
Once inside our condo, there he was, sitting in this old recliner that we had picked up at an antique store. He was sipping on scotch or something. He looked like a king. Out of pure instinct, I dropped to my knees and crawled toward him. He didn’t move but gave me a soft smile as I approached him.
I figured I better not beat around the bush and confessed immediately, “I did everything possible Master, but was only able to achieve partial success.”
He looked at me confused. I’m sure he was able to smell pussy on me; after all, I hadn’t washed or wiped any of it off. I explained that while I had Canace’s smell on me, I wasn’t able to do the same with Shanyn. I told him how the whole evening went down.
It’s interesting. A part of me wanted him to be lenient with me, but a part of me didn’t. Sure, it would have been nice if Jack declared my mission accomplished despite the technicality, but in a way, I wanted him to stand firm. A true submissive doesn’t appreciate softness in her dominant. She wants to be treated fair, and in fairness to Jack – I had not fully accomplished the said goal. I didn’t want him to let me off the hook. Thankfully, he didn’t.
I was told that I did not deserve his cock inside me. I nodded. I also didn’t feel too sorry for myself considering I’d just had three amazing orgasms with the girls. He told me to suck his cock, and I did so with complete and total devotion.
I held his shaft in my right hand and cradled his balls in my left. He was as hard as steel. His scrotum held his balls very tightly, a sign of his arousal. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and wrapped my lips as securely around his cock head as possible. My tongue worked the very tip and the vein on the sensitive underside of his cock head. I wanted his warm cum down my throat more than anything. This was my apology, giving him the best blowjob I could muster. The first load came quickly. It was copious and flowed down my throat. I stayed put. Soon, he was hard again, and this time, I was able to suck him off knowing he’d last longer. I pumped and urged my second helping out of his cock and down into my tummy. Two blowjobs back to back. That ought to satisfy my wonderful Master for the time being.
Jack fell asleep before me that night. While I lay in bed beside him, listening to his breathing, I replayed the events of the evening in my head. Was there anything I could have done differently with Shanyn? I kept thinking and brainstorming.
The next morning was Saturday, which was nice since my new girlfriends didn’t exercise until mid-morning. I definitely had to go today. For one thing, it would have looked bizarre and suspicious had I not – but more importantly, I had a new idea that just might work. Jack gave me his support, appreciating my determination. I couldn’t give up. Until the end of the month arrived, I still had a chance.
As luck would
have it, my second opportunity landed on the last day of the month. Talk about cutting it close, as that was my deadline. I had told them that Jack was out for the entire evening, and it might be my last chance to see them. Needless to say, I was thrilled and quite relieved when they accepted my invitation for a second visit.
Once inside their condo, we got down to business a little more quickly than the first time. We all knew why I was there. This time though, I paid close attention to Shanyn’s clothing as she undressed. When I saw where her thong landed, I put my jeans over it. As the three of us played, I made sure to bury my entire face into Canace’s pussy, bringing her off again and again with my eager little tongue. Even when one droplet of her juices ran down my chin, I didn’t wipe it off, letting it dry, hoping to maintain as much of her bouquet as possible. Shanyn, predictably, wanted no part of my mouth or tongue anywhere near her. We fucked each other with a strap-on again, this time trying new positions.
Turning my back to my hostesses and using my jeans as cover, I tucked Shanyn’s wet thong into the pocket. I said my goodbyes as quickly as possible, as I wanted the scent to remain as pungent as possible when I got upstairs.
Only minutes later, standing in front of my Master, I could feel myself blush. I was almost worried Jack himself would find me too perverted, as I explained my idea, and then I pulled Shanyn’s damp thong out of my pocket. Fuck, this is so embarrassing!
‘All or nothing, Chloe,’ I thought to myself. I showed him the wet spot. I held it there, letting the moment linger. My knees were trembling. Then, I brought the sodden area of the material up to my face, which was surely a deep hue of pink. I spread it all over the upper half especially - knowing my mouth and chin already smelled heavily of Canace. I felt so slutty. Yet. I was delighted I was able to please him.