"I want to try eating a creampie," Katie said, looking at me and then at my wife.

"I do, too," Liz said, also glancing between my wife and me, "and sleep happily with a belly full of semen."

"Yes," Katie nodded.

We all sat quietly for several moments, our hands still together in the center of the kitchen table.

I was trying to take in what was just proposed, imagining the possible ways this could be accomplished and wondering where Liz and Katie's suggestion would lead my wife and me as a couple.

After a long, ponderous pause, Katie squeezed our hands and asked softly, "Do you think we could do that sometime?"

"Please?" Liz pleaded.

There was another long pause, during which my wife locked eyes with me and smiled ever so radiantly.

"What are you doing next Saturday?" the sexiest woman I have ever known, sitting directly across from me at our kitchen table and squeezing my hand as well as those of her two best friends, asked with a gleam in her eye.

And so it was decided, although not quite.

The events described herein continue where the first part of this story left off.

My wife and I had just spent a most enjoyable and erotic evening with her two best friends, Liz and Katie, who had visited our home on previous occasions but had never slept over before.

As much as I had enjoyed spending the entire previous night entangled by my sexy wife and her two best friends, all of whom were naked in our king-size bed, I could hardly wait for our guests to leave so my wife and I could continue where we had left off.

After saying our good-byes and promising to make our next encounter a night worth remembering, my wife and I practically raced back to our bed, leaving a trail of clothes and our breakfast dishes for later. We wasted no time assuming our favorite sexual position for mutual oral gratification and began devouring each other with more passion and fury than we had shown our guests the night before.

I am not proud to admit I reached orgasm first, but I think I was already more than halfway there just thinking about the creampies Liz and Katie would be eating the following Saturday. I continued to lick and suck my precious wife's magnificent vagina even as she squeezed the last few drops out of me with her talented mouth and fondled my external genitalia with her soft hands. If I was hoping for a snowball, which I actually was, it was not to be. My wife allowed everything I gave her to slide down her throat just as she began tightening her thighs around my head in anticipation of her final plunge into orgasmic bliss. Her breathing and moaning informed me she was getting close, and she reached her hands down to hold my head tightly against her succulent vault as her bucking allowed my eager tongue to reach impressive depths of penetration. Even after her orgasm, when I know from experience she is particularly sensitive and often has to forcefully remove my hungry mouth from her goods, I continued to ravish her like I would never taste anything so delightful again. Sometimes she slaps the top of my head with her open palm to let me know she needs a break, so when I felt the first couple of slaps, I knew I was pleasing myself more than her.

Have I mentioned how much it turns me on to perform cunnilingus on my wife? She always tastes incredible, so sexy and womanly, and it is very difficult for me to stop once I get started. But I knew I would soon be back in my favorite place devouring a fresh creampie, so I kissed her labia softly a few times and changed my position in our bed so we were both lying on our sides facing each other.

We kissed each other passionately, and I could taste the remnants of my semen in her mouth just as I knew she could taste her own orgasm in mine. This also turns me on tremendously, and my body was already beginning to respond. When our breathing calmed down, we rubbed noses and I began kissing my way down her neck and chest, squeezing and nuzzling her breasts while reaching one hand down to finger her moist representation of womanhood.

Her wetness informed me she was ready for the next round of our lovemaking, intercourse, as my rigidity certainly gave away my secret, but I needed to taste her bountiful female delights one more time before adding my own ingredient to the mix. Rolling her onto her back, I spread her legs wide and lifted them off of the bed, rubbing my face back and forth between her thighs, which were almost up to her chest. Then I kissed my way down to my favorite place and licked and sucked her smooth labia and vagina, exploring her as deeply as possible with my tongue, almost to the point of suffocation. I am addicted to her taste, I can't ever get enough!

She soon began pulling my hair, gently at first but then more forcefully when I didn't respond to her cue, and I moved my face up to hers to share her delicious taste in a passionate kiss.

She nibbled on my tongue and guided me inside of her eager vagina, lifting her hips to meet me and crossing her ankles behind my thighs.

We broke our kiss and rubbed noses together, both of us beginning to breathe heavily.

I kissed her neck and whispered, "I love you very much."

She surprised me by whispering back, "Pretend I'm Katie."

Although that was probably the last thing I would have ever expected my darling wife to say to me at such a time, it turned me on so much I almost lost control completely, bucking my hips harder and faster than I would have thought possible and erupting into her with such force I was afraid for a moment I might hurt her. The intensity of my orgasm made me feel like I was about to pass out, as gush after gush of semen filled my beautiful wife's vagina to the point of overflowing onto her thighs and our bed linen.

I laid motionless after the last gush of semen left me, then kissed my precious wife gently on the lips. She also laid motionless, and I noticed her eyes were closed.

I withdrew from her vagina and whispered, "Pretend I'm Liz."

She held my head in her hands as I moved my face down to taste my favorite dessert, and in no time she was bucking her hips and moaning softly.

Maybe it was just my imagination, and I will admit it was certainly working overtime, but our creampie tasted even better than usual, and that is saying a lot. It tasted like love, but it also tasted like lust, and although I felt a little guilty about our spontaneous stab at role-playing, I hungrily devoured our creampie and continued sucking, licking, and gnawing on my sexy wife's hot female parts until well after she had begun smacking her open palm onto the top of my head. Between her sexy smell and taste, and the lingering scent of her two best friends on our bed linen, not to mention my mental image of another woman going down on her succulent vagina and bringing her orgasmic pleasure, there was no way a few smacks on the top of my head could curb my appetite.

However, despite my voracious hunger for the final remnants of our creampie and my wife's mouth-watering taste, sometimes enough is truly enough, especially when the love of my life lifts my face away from her sensitive private region by practically pulling two handfuls of hair out of my scalp by the roots! Ouch!!

Message received, finally!

I kissed and licked her belly button en-route to her finely toned abdomen, blazing a trail of passionate kisses up to her supple breasts, neck, and chin before nuzzling both earlobes and ultimately settling on her mouth, with which she hungrily explored mine. We log-rolled over in bed so she was on top of me, and continued kissing and breathing on each other until she had sufficiently calmed down from her orgasm. Then she straddled my face, as is our routine, and rode my eager tongue to another shuddering climax as gravity and her own well-practiced muscle contractions allowed me to consume the last of our creampie.

It was fantastic!

Eventually we resumed our side-lying positions and held each other lovingly as we basked in the glow of the bliss we had shared.

"You certainly enjoy eating creampies," my wife broke the silence, rubbing her nose against mine and smiling impishly.

"I love everything about creampies," I said, returning her smile, "making them, and eating them." Then I added, "I even love sharing them!"

"Mmmmmm," she cooed. "Me too!"

We kissed again and allowed a few moments to pass without speaking.

"Do you think Liz and Katie will enjoy theirs?" she asked after a sufficient pause.

"Of course they will," I answered immediately. "What's not to enjoy?"

"I don't know," she said slowly, apparently choosing her words very carefully. "I guess I'm a little uncomfortable thinking about another woman, you know, going down on me. It would just be too weird."

I didn't say a word, but my physical response prodded my wife's leg and clearly communicated my true feelings louder than anything I could have stated verbally.

"I'm not like that you know," she continued, reaching one hand down to squeeze my now rigid member and circling the tip with her thumb.

"Of course I know that," I replied, kissing her again.

She then proceeded to demonstrate her special oral skill for the second time of the morning, one of many reasons I love this woman and never want to jeopardize what we have together as a couple. She shared the snowball with me in a very wet, passionate kiss, and then rubbed her nose back and forth against mine.

"Can we talk?" she asked after I had swallowed my load and licked my lips clean, resting her forehead on mine so the tips of our noses were still touching.

"I'm all ears," I replied.

"Liz and Katie are my friends," she began, "both of ours, really."

She hesitated, so I concurred, "Yes, they are."

"But I don't know if I can go through with what I suggested this morning," she continued, "inviting them back to our bed next Saturday to eat a creampie."

She hesitated again, and I let her words hang in the air for a moment before offering, "They would be disappointed."

Liz and Katie were not the only ones who would be disappointed. I had been fantasizing about making the creampie and then watching the two of them ravage my beautiful wife's vagina ever since her suggestion. Although I know she is not "like that," as she stated, it would be a huge turn on for me to witness such a sexy display. I even imagined joining Liz and Katie, the three of us taking turns sharing my wife's sweet dessert.

"I know," she continued, "and I don't want to disappoint them, or go back on my word, but it would feel too weird having a woman's tongue inside of my vagina."

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "It would feel fantastic! They certainly know how to please a woman with their tongues!"

"That's not the point," she argued, "I'm just not like that."

"I don't understand," I pleaded. My mind was working overtime imagining the erotic spectacle of two beautiful women going down on my sexy wife's vagina, and I was not going to give up hope without some kind of explanation which made sense to me.

"OK, think of it this way," she finally countered. "How would you feel if our roles were reversed, and you had to have sex with a man?"

I understood!

"Then why did you invite them back to our bed next Saturday for a creampie if it would make you that uncomfortable?" I asked, realizing my point was futile and trying to keep my voice from betraying my frustration.

"I don't know," she admitted. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. I'm sorry. I just can't do it."

"I understand," I said quietly, moving my head back and forth so our noses would rub. Our foreheads were still touching.

She kissed me gently on the lips and we just laid there for a few minutes, cradling each other in our loving arms.

"Unless," she broke the silence, as though an idea had just entered her mind, "there might be another way for our friends to eat a creampie."

"I'm all ears," I encouraged her to express her new thought.

"Liz and Katie could eat their creampie from each other," she said finally.

As if on cue, that which was dormant sprang to life and practically impaled her thigh as our bodies pressed together. I was unable to conceal my enthusiasm!

"Oh, so you like that idea, do you?" she asked teasingly before I could even utter a syllable. "I thought you were all ears!"

"I would be very sad to disappoint your friends," I replied as though being altruistic, then added, "I mean, our friends!"

And so it was decided, this time for real.

Our sexual encounters for the rest of the week were incredible, completely off the chart. Every night we role-played as we had on Sunday morning, each pretending the other was either Liz or Katie, and mixing it up alternately so each woman had equal time in our lustful minds. Every time my precious wife whispered those few words, "Pretend I'm Liz," or "Pretend I'm Katie," I responded with newfound vigor and libido, and when I whispered back, I could tell she was just as turned on, forgoing her insistence that she is not "like that." I filled my sexy wife's hot vault to the breaking point every time we made love, and our creampies all tasted like lust. It was a week I wished would last forever, yet at the same time, I could hardly wait for Saturday night to arrive. Although it began as a fantasy, the prospect of making love to two beautiful women, while my wife watched, so they could each eat a creampie out of the other's vagina, while my wife and I both watched, aroused me so much I was beside myself with lust and excitement.

But let me back up a step or two. Despite my lustful anticipation of Saturday night's debauchery with Liz and Katie, I was also very excited about spending Friday night alone with my wife, as it is our usual occasion to really let loose and do something special. All week we had primed each other for the return of our guests, with our role-playing and such, but Friday nights in our king-size bed are never boring, and we began our preparations that morning as we got ready for work.

I should state that I typically leave for work earlier than my wife, often while she is still in bed, and I try to be considerate of her slumber. Once a month, however, there are Friday morning meetings at work which do not include me, and my wife and I get ready for our respective jobs together.

Thursday night, before making and sharing a creampie with my sexy, adventurous wife, both of us finally surrendering to our fatigue in a tangle of limbs and sleeping happily with love in our hearts and semen in our bellies, I removed all of her panties from her dresser and stuck a post-it note to the bottom of her empty drawer, with a smiley face and the words, "I Dare You!" Unknown to me, she had discovered my note and turned the tables on me, so to speak, by likewise removing my underwear from my dresser drawer and placing her own sexy black thong panties in their place, along with my handwritten note.

We showered together Friday morning, as we usually do on my late-start days, and I was most attentive as my wife began dressing for work. If I am part voyeur, so be it, but I love watching her, whether she is getting dressed or undressed, and I was particularly interested in seeing her reaction when she reached into her empty panties drawer. I knew I would be aroused all day at work, unable to concentrate on anything else, thinking about my sexy wife's naked vagina underneath her skirt.

She dressed slowly and seductively, pretending not to notice my conspicuous gaze, as she fastened a low-cut bra around her luscious breasts and adjusted each for comfort. She buttoned all except the collar of a white blouse from our closet, then stepped into a pleated black skirt, tucked in the tails of her blouse, zipped and buttoned the skirt, and removed a matching black blazer from a hanger in our closet.

I was frozen in anticipation of her attempted selection of pretties from her panties drawer, which I expected her to have done before her skirt.

At that point I should have realized she was aware of my ruse and just toying with me, since her panties would normally be the first article of clothing she would don, but I was mesmerized by the spectacle of the love of my life dressing for work and not thinking with the brain between my ears.

She sat on our bed and slipped her bare feet into a pair of pumps, then stood in front of our bedroom mirror to inspect her overall appearance, which I would have to describe as a perfect blend of professional and sensual. It was then she pretended to finally notice the attention she was receiving from me, and my lack of progress in my own preparation for a day on the job.

"You better get dressed," she said, smiling seductively and giving me the same quick once-over she had just given herself in our bedroom mirror. "And put that thing away," she giggled, pointing between my legs, "before you make us both late for work!"

I returned her once-over glance, smiling in approval, and replied, "Shouldn't you finish getting dressed too?"

I was still waiting to see her reaction as she discovered her empty panties drawer and my post-it note daring her to spend the day at work naked under her skirt.

Well, needless to say, the joke was on me, and I think she was just as entertained by my reaction as I reluctantly pulled her black thong panties from my own underwear drawer, with my post-it note stuck to the scant fabric.

She got me, and I never even saw it coming!

In a desperate and ultimately unsuccessful attempt to save face by pretending I had anticipated this turn of events all along, I smirked as I removed the post-it note from the fabric of her panties, then held them to my face and inhaled the scent of laundry detergent and what I imagined to be the slightest trace of her seductive female fragrance. This did nothing to decrease the blood-flow which was already pulsating in my loins.

"You better get dressed," she repeated, giggling even more seductively.

I stepped into her panties and pulled them up around my waist, snapping the elastic waistband. They actually fit pretty well except for the flimsy little triangle meant to cover a woman's most coveted entrance, which I stretched to its limit.

"Oh, don't you look cute! I can't wait to get you home tonight," she cooed temptingly, then kissed me quickly on the mouth and squeezed the bulge straining against the crotch of her panties-on-loan before retreating to the bathroom while I finished getting dressed.

I was sorry to see her leave so soon, but enjoyed watching her walk away, to paraphrase an old vaudeville line.

Thong panties, while indescribably sexy on a woman of my beloved wife's proportions, in my opinion, are neither comfortable nor practical on a man of mine. But I took my darling wife's dare, and although it was very hard, to accept her dare, that is, I managed to work my entire Friday shift while concealing a secret none of my coworkers could have possibly guessed. Meanwhile, in an office on the other side of town, the sexiest woman I have ever known did likewise, and I could only hope thinking of me wearing her skimpy black thong panties all day at work aroused her even half as much as her working all day naked under her skirt excited me.

We arrived home that afternoon within minutes of each other and began our lovemaking in the foyer, where my wife stripped me of everything except her black thong panties but insisted on remaining fully dressed herself with the exception of her pumps. After we exchanged multiple passionate kisses to our mouth, face, and neck areas, I dropped to my knees and began devouring her succulent and exquisitely aromatic tongue-magnet right underneath her skirt.

"I thought about you all day," I panted in between mouthfuls of hot flesh and female secretions.

"I couldn't think about anything else," she moaned, holding and guiding my head through her pleated skirt. "You make me feel sooo goooood..."
I continued licking and sucking her vagina and labia, while flicking and circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and entering her with first one, then two, and finally three fingers, until she began shaking uncontrollably and smacking the top of my head underneath her skirt with the palm of her hand.

I didn't want to stop, ever!

I squeezed her voluptuous backside with both hands and entered her vagina as deeply as possible with my tongue, allowing my nose to maintain contact with her clitoris, which I find to be very exciting, and wiggled my face back and forth, until her moans and movements informed me she had reached her climax.

She lowered herself to her knees and kissed my mouth and face fiercely until she regained control of her breathing, then smiled and rubbed her nose back and forth against mine.

"I love you," she said softly.

"I love you, too," I replied. "Should we continue in our bedroom?"

"I might not be able to walk that far," she giggled.

"I'll carry you," I said, lifting her with one arm behind her shoulders and one behind her knees.

Although she is petite, she always thinks I will hurt myself if I try to carry her more than a couple of steps. But, to my surprise, she did not object as I carried her all the way to our bedroom and deposited her onto our king-size bed, where I once again lifted her skirt and buried my face between her legs. After a couple of quick licks to re-familiarize myself with my favorite place, I redirected my attention to her abdomen and breasts, unbuttoning and untucking her blouse and unfastening her bra but leaving her otherwise fully dressed. I was still clad only in her black thong panties, which I diverted to one side in order to perform the undertaking I had in mind, and she reached one hand down and guided me inside of her.

My sexy wife was so wet, and I was so aroused, my orgasm arrived even more quickly than usual. She nibbled my neck and earlobes and entered my ears with the tip of her tongue as goosebumps covered my nearly naked body, and I tried to reciprocate by giving equal attention to her neck and ears.

"Did you tell Liz about your wardrobe deficiency?" I asked when I was finally able to speak.

"I tell her everything," she replied with a sexy smile, reaching her hand down to snap the elastic waistband of my only article of attire to emphasize her final word.

I felt slightly embarrassed to realize Liz, and most likely Katie, knew I wore my wife's thong panties to work, but it also excited me in a kinky kind of way.

I withdrew from my wife's vagina and moved my face down to eat our delicious creampie, which I did not share even though she asked me to. I knew it was to be my last creampie for a while, at least until Liz and Katie ate theirs the following night.

Sleep overtook me while my head was still underneath my wife's skirt, and although I briefly stirred during the night, I never moved my face from her fun zone. I dreamed about my favorite activity, cunnilingus, and woke up imagining Liz and Katie, and their sweet vaginas, which I was secretly very eager to taste but knew I would not except on the lips and tongue of the other. I wondered if my fantasies were normal for a man in a monogamous relationship, or, for that matter, if anything my wife and I had recently done or would soon be doing with her two best friends, could be considered normal by any stretch of the imagination. I consoled myself that we are consenting adults and not hurting anyone, snuggled my face back into my favorite place, and returned to sleep.

The next time I awoke, my wife was moving her hips up and down in her sleep, and I took the opportunity to help her dream, as well as my own, segue into reality. Within moments, my tongue was deep inside of her, and she was holding my head through her skirt and moaning quietly. I licked and kissed her labia slowly, tracing gentle circles around her clitoris with the soft underside of my tongue, until she tightened her legs around my head and began bucking her hips in a rhythmic pattern. Then I entered her with one finger and began twisting my hand back and forth, so my thumb was brushing her clitoris like a windshield wiper, while simultaneously reaching my other hand underneath her shapely backside and lifting her up just enough to tickle her a few times with the tip of my agile tongue.

By the way, I don't lick her there very often, although it really turns me on, and she says it is disgusting, but I really think she enjoys it just as much as I do, because she never tries to stop me or hesitates to kiss me afterward.

She lifted her skirt and pulled my face up to hers when she had calmed down sufficiently from her orgasm, kissing my mouth passionately and sucking on my tongue, despite where it had been. She reached down to release me from the confines of her black thong panties, which felt fantastic, and rubbed her nose back and forth against mine.

She rolled over on top of me, then kissed her way down my body and licked my entire length a few times, circling the tip with her tongue but stopping before either of us could establish any kind of rhythm.

"We better save you for tonight," she said in a sexy voice. "You've got a big job ahead of you!"

"You mean with Liz and Katie," I stated the obvious.

"Mmm hmmm," she nodded, holding me close to her lips but not trying to start anything.

"I should be fine," I said with a grin, "after all, we've been practicing all week!"

"So have Liz and Katie," she said, giving me a quick squeeze and brushing her thumb across the tip.

"Have they really?" I asked.

"You won't last two minutes," she giggled, kissing me gently and sending goosebumps to my neck and all four limbs.

"You're probably right!" I laughed. "But who's counting?"

She laughed with me, then said in a more serious tone, "But no matter what happens, I really do appreciate you agreeing to this."

"It'll be fine," I assured her, pulling her face up to mine and rubbing my nose back and forth against hers.

We shared the rest of the day together, doing laundry and other small chores around the house, and running a few errands. Anyone who saw us would have thought we were just another boring couple, and that is perfectly fine with me. In fact, I know I have mentioned how my imagination can be quite wild at times, and I also have a voyeuristic side. So any time my wife and I are in a public place, I love to make up stories about the other couples we see, especially in the produce section at the market, and the secret things they do when their bedroom doors are closed.

When my stories get too steamy, my wife usually squeezes my arm and whispers, "Quiet, they'll hear you!" But the next minute she will invariably tug on my sleeve and say, "What about that couple over there?"

We picked up some grocery items on our way home, spending a few extra minutes in the produce aisle.

I sliced some fresh peaches to share with our guests, along with a special dip of vanilla yogurt with some softened cream cheese and a "secret ingredient," which happened to be one teaspoon of lemon juice, but keeping it a secret seemed more exotic, and erotic. Plus, peaches always remind me of my favorite thing, because they are fuzzy on the outside, and sweet, juicy, and tangy on the inside, with a little bit of pink in the middle. I figured the sliced peaches and my special dip would be a perfect appetizer for the evening of debauchery we had planned.

Spending time with my wife always gets me very aroused, her beautiful looks, and her enticing smell, and the anticipation of being alone with her and the things we will do, although I have to admit, when we are not together, my fantasies can be equally strong. In any case, by the time Liz and Katie arrived that evening, I was ready to fulfill my role as their creampie maker. However, I was also feeling a fair share of trepidation, call it fear of the unknown. What would it be like, I wondered, to have sex with another woman, two other women actually? And with my wife watching! What if I enjoyed it? I certainly hoped I would enjoy it, but what if I enjoyed it more than I should? I know already, I think too much, it is my curse. Once I got started, I figured it would be like riding a bike, I would know what to do, and it was my wife's idea after all.

I had just finished setting our kitchen table for the light snack I prepared, a variation of peaches and cream, with my secret added ingredient, when our doorbell rang.

"Could you get that?" I called to my wife, who was in our bedroom setting up candles and scented oils for our evening's planned festivities.

I wanted to race to the door and pull it off of its hinges, but thought it would be best to hide my enthusiasm a bit.

From the foyer, I could hear the three women's voices, and my heart raced as my wife led our guests to the kitchen.

I had to make a conscious effort not to hyperventilate as I exchanged pleasantries with Liz and Katie, who both looked stunning in their shorts and sleeveless tops. The crotch of my own shorts had been fighting the battle of the bulge all day just thinking about this moment, but now that it had arrived, the battle was over and the bulge had proven victorious.

"Would you like to sit down for some fresh peaches and cream?" my wife asked our guests, waving a hand toward our kitchen chairs, adding, "The cream has a secret ingredient!"

It did sound exotic, and erotic, to hear her describe it that way.

"Secret ingredient, huh?" Liz repeated, raising one eyebrow toward me and smiling sensuously.

"I'll try some," Katie added, also smiling sensuously.

All three ladies sat down, and I was immediately envious of their chairs.

"It's my own recipe," I said as the ladies started dipping their peach wedges into the cream. "Let me know what you think."

"Lemon!" Katie announced, licking her lips seductively. "It's good, I like it!"

"Mmmmm," Liz concurred, reaching for another peach wedge.

The four of us made small talk as we emptied the plate of peaches and the bowl of dip, then sat for one awkward moment of silence before my wife pushed her chair back and stood up.

"What would you like to do now?" she asked rhetorically.

We all laughed.

She took my hand and led me to our bedroom, with Liz and Katie following close behind, also holding hands.

The window blinds were already closed, the candles and scented oils afire, as each of us undressed our partner in silence. I turned off the overhead light and closed the door, and my wife sprawled out on our king-size bed, pulling me down on top of her.

I turned onto my side and held my wife in a loving embrace, gliding my fingertips up and down her spine and leaning my forehead into hers. She kissed me passionately on the mouth, and I closed my eyes.

"How are you doing?" she asked me quietly.

I really wanted to go through with our plan, despite a sudden onset of insecurity. I wondered if she could sense my apprehension.

I exhaled and held her tighter, but before I could answer, there was a major disturbance in the tranquility of our embrace.

"Move it over, you two," Katie said, diving onto our bed as though into the deep end of a swimming pool, adding, "Come on in, Liz, the water's fine!"

I used to think of her as the quiet one!

Liz joined us on our bed, and she and Katie began kissing and fondling each other, completely disregarding their bed-mates. Soon they assumed the sixty-nine position and began hungrily working each other over, hiding any trace of the compassion and gentleness they had demonstrated on previous occasions.

"They have a bet going," my wife explained as her two friends sucked and licked and munched each other at a furious pace, making audible smacking sounds with their hungry mouths amid their moans. "The one who brings the other to orgasm first gets to eat the first creampie."

"Mmmm hmm," our guests moaned in unison, neither removing her mouth from her partner's vagina.

"So the loser has to have sex with me first?" I asked, feeling a little like a consolation prize.

"Oh no, don't think of it that way at all, ooohhhhh!" Katie moaned, then began bucking her hips and squeezing Liz's head between her thighs. "No fair, I was distracted! Ooohhhhh..."

I thought it was very nice of her to consider my feelings, even in the heat of battle.

She buried her face back between Liz's legs and continued licking and sucking her labia and clitoris and darting her agile tongue in and out of her lover's vagina for all she was worth, despite the inevitability of her own orgasm.

I was so captivated by their lascivious display, I hardly noticed my wife changing her position until her most succulent treat was sticking in my own face, a very pleasant surprise indeed! Needless to say, I dug right in, so to speak, entering her with my tongue and ravishing her external genitalia while tasting and swallowing a flood of exquisite female secretions. She was so wet already, she obviously enjoyed watching Liz and Katie as much as I had. I continued non-stop at a ferocious rate until she joined both Liz and Katie on the orgasm express.

As my wife's breathing returned to normal, she took me into her mouth and sucked me slowly, sending a shiver of ecstatic pleasure all the way to my toes, but ceased before I could reach the summit. By that time, Liz was laying on top of Katie next to my wife and me, in what I would call the missionary position, and I knew why my wife had stopped.

It was showtime!

If I was still feeling any apprehension, I tried my best not to show it as I laid down on top of Katie for the first time.

"Take me, Baby, I'm all yours," she said, winking at me and wrapping her arms and legs around me.

She really is a sweet woman.

I was fully erect but had not yet entered Katie when she lifted her face up to mine and kissed me quickly on the mouth.

Her kiss tasted like Liz's vagina, and I almost shot my full load of semen onto her belly!

"Your mouth tastes incredible!" I said, unable to suppress my lustful desires any longer.

"So does yours!" she replied, engaging me into a passionate kiss and sucking my wife's vaginal secretions from my tongue as I sucked Liz's from hers.

"Are you two going to make my creampie, or what?" Liz asked, feigning impatience.

I don't know which hand belonged to Liz or which was my wife's, but someone spread Katie's labia while the other directed me inside of her tight, smooth vagina.

It felt like I had entered a light socket, with jolts of electricity simultaneously racing up and down every part of my body! The pleasure was so intense, I almost stopped breathing! It felt like cold fire, if that makes any sense, which I realize it does not, but that is the only way I can think to describe the sensation which Katie's sweet vagina awakened in my one-thousand nerve endings! Wow!!

Katie and I continued kissing and sucking on each other's mouth as I erupted like a volcano on my first thrust.

My wife was certainly correct in predicting I would not last two minutes!

No sooner had I rolled off of Katie than my wife was back was on top of me, grinding her dripping wet vagina into my face and breathlessly sucking the final few drops of semen from me, undoubtedly tasting Katie's vaginal secretions in the process, which turned me on as much as anything else that had taken place that evening.

Meanwhile, Liz dove right into Katie's creampie and was smacking her lips and tongue loudly as she consumed the mixture of my semen and Katie's own female exudate.

"Mmmmm, Katie, you taste so sexy!" she exclaimed, sucking and licking her lover until there was no visible trace of our lovemaking remaining.

Liz continued to lick and suck until Katie's legs began shaking uncontrollably and her moans and squeals indicated she had reached her second orgasm of the evening. Then she moved her face up to her lover's and kissed her passionately, allowing Katie her first sample of the creampie taste she would soon be enjoying in full.

But Liz was not finished eating her first creampie yet. Next she laid on her back, as I do when eating a creampie from my wife, and Katie straddled her face, so as to allow gravity to deliver the last bit of semen and vaginal fluid into her hungry mouth.

My wife and I had temporarily delayed our own oral lovemaking while we watched the action next to us on our king-size bed in lustful amazement. I continued ravenously consuming my darling wife's succulent vagina even as Liz and Katie laid on their sides next to us, kissing each other gently and coming down from the high summit both had recently visited. By the time my wife reached her second orgasm of the evening, Liz was laying on her back with her legs spread apart and Katie was licking and kissing her vagina.

"Just getting her ready for my creampie," Katie said, winking at me again and taking one final taste before moving aside.

I kissed my wife as we dismounted from our sixty-nine position, then laid on top of Liz, who was thin like Katie but had larger breasts.

I was feeling much less apprehensive by this time, and kissed Liz's creampie mouth, enjoying the lingering taste of Katie's vagina as I reached down to find the target of my efforts.

"Here, let us help you," my wife said, as once again I felt two hands assist in placing me inside of the desired embrasure.

Liz was every bit as smooth and tight as Katie had been, but I was determined not to ejaculate as quickly as I had inside of her lover.

We kissed each other's lips and mouth, and I fondled her ample breasts with both hands. I will not claim to be any kind of expert in this matter, but they were real! Her quiet gasps let me know she was enjoying our liaison as much as I was. Up to then, my thrusts into her had been deliberately very slow and shallow.

I explored her mouth with my tongue, aroused by the fact that she was tasting my wife's vagina on my kiss, even as I continued to enjoy the taste in her mouth of Katie and the creampie we had made together.

"How did you enjoy your first creampie?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, it was wonderful!" she gushed. "Thank you so much for making it for me!"

"It was my pleasure," I said, beginning to thrust a little deeper and more often.

"How are you doing with Katie's creampie?" she asked.

"It's going to be a good one," I replied, gasping for breath ever so slightly as our rhythm increased.

The tight grip of her sexy vagina felt so amazing, I was aching to ejaculate my biggest load ever and fill her with semen up to her eyeballs, but I desperately wanted to take my time and enjoy the incredible sensation as long as possible.

"You're not tired, are you?" she giggled.

This woman was so sexy! I was surprised I had not fantasized about this moment more often than I had.

"Of course not," I panted. "I'm pacing myself!"

I was actually trying to distract myself! I imagined a rodeo cowboy clinging for his life to the back of a wild bull lest he be thrown off and trampled in the dirt.

"Your wife said you wouldn't last two minutes," she said.

"That's what she told me, too," I replied, trying in vain to keep my breathing under control. "How long has it been?"

"About a minute, I think," she lied, or at least I think it was a lie.

Even one minute would be a long ride on a wild bull!

"I'm actually much better with my tongue!" I said, thrusting myself deeper and quicker into her smooth, tight orifice.

"She told me that, too!" she giggled, beginning to breathe sporadically.

I could feel her hot breath on my neck as I plunged away inside of her.

"Did she really?" I asked.

"She tells me everything," she said, then moaned very softly and tightened her leg muscles around my back.

Although I was trying to make my union with Liz continue much longer, our racy conversation and the noticeable change in her disposition pushed me over the edge, and I bit her lower lip as I pumped her full of semen, moaning more loudly than I had intended with the force of my orgasm.
The sudden release of pressure felt as though it had been building up inside of me for hours or even days, and not just minutes. Maybe that is true and it had been, in my mind, since I believe that is where the most intense orgasms begin, and through our role-playing all week, I had certainly fantasized about my intimate liaison with Liz enough times.

She kissed me again, very deeply, and her breath was so hot and tasted so sensuous I practically collapsed into orgasmic nirvana right there on top of her.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then my wife helped me roll off of Liz and got very busy licking and sucking her coworker's and my love juices off of me, while Katie got equally occupied lapping up her creampie like a kitten with a saucer full of milk.

I wanted to watch Katie eat her first creampie, but I also had an insatiable desire to go to town on my own favorite thing.

You can call it a compromise, but I licked and sucked, probed and prodded my wife to her third orgasm of the evening with one eye on Katie, and actually reached my own third orgasm in my beautiful wife's talented mouth while Katie was still going down on Liz!

Before she had a chance to swallow my load, I pulled my wife's head up to mine and practically forced her to share the snowball with me. I was determined not to be the only one sleeping in our king-size bed that night without a belly full of semen!

Unlike the rough and speedy oral conjugation she provided to Liz earlier in the evening, Katie took as much time as she needed to savor her first creampie, bringing her lover to the brink of orgasm several times before finally finishing her off. Liz's sweet and persistent cries of pleasure aroused me so much I was instantly rigid again, despite the relatively short interval between my own orgasms in her vagina and my darling wife's mouth.

When Liz finally caught her breath, she explored Katie's mouth deeply and lovingly with her tongue, enjoying the taste of her own creampie on her partner's kiss, then straddled her face.

"How was your first creampie?" I asked Katie, even while Liz was still perched atop her face.

"Whus nop to lub?" Katie mumbled, her tongue buried deep inside of her lover.

[Note: That translates, "What's not to love?" for anyone who does not understand tongue-in-vagina speak.]

Although her mouth was still busy, I could see that her entire face was smiling.

I laid my head down next to Katie's and didn't move until somnolence prevailed.

When I awoke, our bedroom was dark and the four of us were huddled together in the middle of our king-size bed, as we had been the first time we slept together, like dogs trying to keep warm on a cold night. I pulled our comforter up to our necks, kissed the foreheads of my three sleeping bed-mates, and slept happily the rest of the night.

Epilogue: Despite my newly recognized attraction to my wife's two best friends, our marriage has never been stronger or more secure. I think I love this woman more every day! We continue to have outrageous sexual adventures, and are planning to embark on a ten-day cruise with Liz and Katie, who are now also my two best friends.

I hope you like the stories I have shared, and as always, please let the stories and poems you read inspire you to be gentler and more loving to those dear to you.

I believe sex is one of the very best things we have going for us, an opportunity to share our most private self with someone we love in a mutually enjoyable experience. In this way, we are all super heroes, and our own sexuality is the only super power we will ever need!

Peace!