A Lazy Sunday - The Finale

The 20-minute ride back to our apartment was filled with a sexual tension and excitement that I had never experienced before. Both Jan and Sophia had climbed into the back seat. I was driving while trying to keep track of the action in the back using the rear view mirror – not the safest approach to driving by any means.

They were sitting close together, smiling at me provocatively. I was trying to drive, watch them, and figure out how all this came about at the same time when Sophia spoke up.

“So did we surprise you?” she said through a mischievous smile. “Oh yah – just a bit” I replied. Both of them laughed at my obvious understatement.

Sophia continued as she played with Jan’s hair. “We had this planned for weeks you know, but we were just waiting for the right time.” I realized at that point that the planning for this whole evening was probably done during the Friday evenings when Jan and I had agreed to meet at Romeo’s after work. Often I would arrive late only to find Jan sitting in our favorite booth chatting with Sophia before her shift started. They always seemed to be enjoying each other’s company, but that was a far cry from getting naked together.

Jan’s voice broke my chain of thought. “Some of those evenings when you were late meeting me, Sophia and I would just sit and talk. One night, she asked me about how our sex life was, seeing as we had been married so long. I told her it was great, but that I wanted to try something a little different…and she asked what that might be. I was too embarrassed to tell her that I wanted to have sex with another woman, but she persisted, and I had downed a few glasses of wine, so I told her about my desire to taste another woman. I must have turned bright red after I told her, I was so embarrassed”. Both Jan and Sophia were smiling broadly now, inching a little closer to each other. Sophia picked up the story. “I was surprised, but told her a little secret of my own – I told her that I was gay, and in fact had been in a relationship with another woman for several years now.” I noticed Sophia’s hand had now disappeared up into the slit in the side of Jan’s dress, and that Jan’s legs were spread a little wider than before. Jan gasped, and in my haste to see more, I just about piled into the back of a delivery truck.

“I asked her what it was like, being with another woman” Jan said. “And she told me how wonderful it could be, and…” Jan’s voice grew faint as Sophia’s hand started to move under her skirt. She caught her breath and continued. “..and she got me so hot listening to her, that I asked her if she would show me…I mean show us…” Her breathing now was getting a little faster, her voice higher pitched. “And she agreed to show me what it was like while you watched”. It was obvious now that Sophia was fingering Jan’s tight cunt through those crotchless panties that I had been encountering just minutes before.

I don’t remember much of the ride home, at least not what it looked like through the windshield anyway. Somehow I managed to negotiate the rest of the drive home without bending any sheet metal. I pulled into our parking space in the garage. Before we all piled out of the car, my conscience decided it needed to be appeased. It’s hell to have a dick and a conscience; the two often are at odds.

“Sophia,” I stammered, “what about your significant other? I mean, will she…does she know about this?” I had this vision of a pissed off and extremely jealous female wrestler-type beating the crap out of me in a dark alley some night. So maybe it wasn’t my conscience asking, maybe it was fear – but it seemed like a good question to ask at the time.

Sophia looked at me in the rear view mirror, smiled, and said, “Well Jan, you are right…he is a rare man indeed. Most guys would have gone through with this and worried about the consequences later.” Wow, I was scoring big points. “I appreciate your asking, but Tanya and I discussed this, and she just said to have a good time”. I was tempted to ask for a permission slip with Tanya’s notarized signature on it, but my conscience was satisfied enough to let my dick take over. “Good enough for me!” I said.

The three of us got out of the car, the girls holding hands and running toward the elevator. I could barely keep up, seeing as I was having some difficulty walking what with a rather large erection hampering my progress. I followed them into the elevator, the door closed, and the next thing I knew they were locked in a hot and wet french kiss in one corner of the elevator. Jan’s hand rose to Sophia’s breast as I stood mesmerized in the opposite corner of the elevator. Jan’s eyes made contact with mine, and she broke the kiss and said “one of us probably should press the button for our floor”. We all laughed as I selected the third floor, and the elevator headed up.

We made it into the apartment, where I excused myself to make some drinks. Jan surprised me by following me into the kitchen. “Honey, I want you to know something. I love you, and while I really want to have sex with Sophia, nobody will ever ever replace you – you know that don’t you?” I answered “Yes hun, I know, and you are the greatest wife a man could have, and…” I became at a loss for words, so I just looked at her smiled, hugged her close, and kissed her with all the love and passion in my heart.

We went out into the living room where Sophia sat seductively on the couch. I noticed that her blouse was unbuttoned now, down nearly to her navel, and my heart skipped a beat or two. Jan sat on the couch next to her, and I sat in the recliner opposite them.

Sophia is younger than we are, probably in her late twenties. Like Jan, she has deep brown beautiful eyes and olive skin, but the similarities end there. While Jan’s figure is more full and curvaceous, Sophia is slight, with more of girlish figure. Her light brown hair is cut short, and her breasts are a perfect hand full with erect nipples that were showing through her beige silk blouse. Her legs were long, and slender, and although I have never considered myself a real leg man, I was captivated by the gracefulness of her legs. She was wearing a plain black skirt that ended well above her knees, and a simple strand of small white pearls graced her voluptuous neck.

It was like I was seeing Sophia for the very first time, and she was beautiful.

As I stared at Sophia, she moved toward Jan and set her drink on the coffee table. She reached for the buttons on Jan’s blouse, and started unbuttoning from the top down. Her movements were slow and sensual, and she didn’t say a word.

As she continued to work the buttons on Jan’s blouse, Jan reached one hand inside Sophia’s blouse and gently stroked her breast, teasing her nipple softly, and then pulling on it with her thumb and fore finger. Both of them were getting hotter by the second, and I was not far behind. I wanted to free my aching cock from my pants, but waited not wanting to distract either of them.

Sophia now bent her head down, un-tucked Jan’s blouse from that sexy green skirt, and quickly sucked an erect nipple into her mouth. Jan moaned, and so did I. My cock demanded freedom, and I unzipped my fly and gave my cock a few strokes. I need not have worried about distracting them; neither of them gave me a glance.

Jan grabbed the back of Sophia’s neck and pulled her hard against her breast. Sophia responded by sucking harder, making slurping sounds as she worked first one of Jan’s nipples, then the other. Jan now dropped both her hands to Sophia’s breasts, and roughly pulled her long nipples as Sophia continued to devour Jan’s tits.

Sophia then sat up, stood, removed her blouse, then stepped out of her skirt. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, and now she was only wearing her black spiked heels and those pearls. Jan and I both gasped as we stared at her beautiful body. Sophia’s pussy was shaved clean, like Jan’s, and as she stood with her legs spread slightly, you could see that her pussy lips were swollen and wet.

Sophia then silently coaxed Jan to stand. Jan did so almost as if in a trance, pulling off her own skirt and those wet crotchless panties. They stood there smiling at each other, naked. Then they looked at me and smiled, giggling. Without saying a word, they held each other close and kissed, sliding down to sit on the couch again.

They started French kissing slowly, then faster as their passion grew. Sophia slid one thigh between Jan’s, and Jan rubbed her wet pussy on Sophia’ leg and moaned. Sophia’s hand slid down Jan’s stomach to her wet pussy, and she quickly slid her middle finger in to the hilt. Jan moaned through their kiss, and whimpered.

Sophia then kissed her way down to Jan’s navel. As she knelt on the floor in front of Jan, I kicked the coffee table out of the way so I could get a better view.

Sophia kissed Jan’s swollen cunt lips, then dove in with a passion. I stood for an even better look, stepping out of my pants, and pulling quickly on my hard cock. Sophia’s tongue worked Jan’s clit faster and faster, and I could tell Jan was close to cumming – so was I. Sophia’s hand was working feverishly between her own legs, and she was moaning while she ate my sexy wife.

Jan’s climax began to build, and soon her hips were bucking wildly. “I want to eat you – god yes – I want to suck your pussy till you cum Sophia…harder suck it harder!” Jan came in waves that caused her body to shake, and then she came again, screaming. “Fuck…yes fuck…ohhhhh…..”.

As Jan’s orgasm subsided, Sophia climbed up on the couch, put one leg on either side of Jan’s still shaking body, and presented her bare cunt to Jan. “Eat me. Give me what I gave you, and do it now!” Sophia grabbed Jan’s head and pushed it against her snatch. “Suck it now. Hard!” I was startled at Sophia’s aggressiveness, but Jan started to lick, then suck, then bite softly at Sophia’s clit. “Ohhhh bitch!” Sophia screamed. “You like my hot snatch, don’t you, tell me you like it!’ “Yes!” Jan replied I love your snatch!” I was going to blow my load any second, and as I prepared for the cum of my life, Sophia’s hips began to buck wildly. I moved behind the couch, and from my vantage point I could see that Jan was sticking her tongue into Sophia’s pussy, then circling her clit, then sucking it hard. “Fuck….oh…oh…FUCK!!!” Sophia started to cum, and as she did I began stroking my cock faster and faster. Sophia was grinding her hips into Jan’s face, and Jan was moaning and grabbing Sophia’s ass as she tongued her. I started to cum as Sophia screamed and shook, her hands buried in Jan’s soft hair. I pumped my cock hard, and began to squirt my cum into Jan’s hair. I couldn’t believe how hard or how much I was cumming.

As Sophia’s orgasm slipped away, she slid down Jan’s body and she ended up sitting in Jan’s lap facing her. She gave Jan a wet kiss and sighed while fingering her own nipples.

They held each other, breathless, and the sight coupled with the intensity of my orgasm made my knees grow weak. I stumbled back to the recliner to admire the beautiful sight before me. They kissed for a few minutes, tasting each other’s juices. Sophia quickly rose, kissed Jan again deeply, then started to put on her clothes. I sat there numb with a stupid grin on my face. My cock was still twitching. Sophia finished dressing and turned for the door. She stopped for a minute and looked at Jan. “Thanks for letting me be your first!” she said. Jan just looked at her and smiled. “And, if you ever want to try it again, you know where you can find me.” With that she was gone.

I stood and walked over to Jan as she sat on the couch exhausted. I sat next to her, and asked her if she was ok. She smiled and turned toward me and kissed me softly. “Yes, I am fine thank you.” she said. I laughed and told her that it should be me thanking her, and she laughed and kissed me again.

We made love passionately two more times that evening. The taste of Sophia on my wife's lips was erotic beyond belief. We fell asleep in each other's arms, tired and spent. I dreamt many slow, sexy dreams about lazy Sundays with two women in my bed, and my beautiful wife and Sophia starred in every one of them.