The truth was, Stella could drink me under the table. And even though she’d had one more drink than I’d had, I was far from being tipsy, so I couldn’t help but wonder if she was using the excuse of being a little intoxicated to bolster her courage…or her nerves.
“He’s even told me about his little fantasy of seeing two women together, haven’t you darling?” she asked, still sounding more drunk than I’d ever heard her sound like before. She then looked over at Sara, grinned…and said, “Why not?”
I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my sudden good fortune. Without needing to be asked twice, Sara reached over, her hand immediately going down into my wife’s lap as she spread her legs even further apart than they already were. Mike and I now both watched as his wife sat there fingering mine, as Stella looked on, her eyes suddenly wild and glassy, her breathing suddenly escalating as Sara continued fingering her. But the best…and even more unexpected was yet to come!
“Fuck this!” Sara suddenly exclaimed, and then before anyone really knew what she was doing, she slid out of her chair, onto her knees and then buried her face between my wife’s thighs.
“Nice one!” Mike laughed. I knew without needing to look, though I soon after did, that Mike was in fact, once again stroking himself. I was too blown away to do anything at the moment but sit there and stare at my wife as Sara knelt there before her, actually going down on her.
Something I would never have in a million years ever thought she would do. I think at first Stella was a bit surprised by it as well, but the sensation and suddenness of Sara’s act had taken her completely off guard. By the time she could have, or might have reacted to the sudden turn of events, she’d decided otherwise. Whatever Sara was doing to her, felt too good to ignore or pretend she wasn’t enjoying. Especially when I’d neglected to perform that particular little act on her myself earlier when we were alone.
Stella always came hard when I ate her. She’d once told me, as much as she enjoyed intercourse, and had always had nice very satisfying little orgasms whenever we did, it was when I ate her out, sucked her clit, and pulled on her nipples simultaneously with my fingers which got her off the hardest. I’d seen that look in her face before, I knew without any doubt whatsoever, she was already hovering on the edge of what I knew was going to be a very, very intense orgasm.
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” she began crying out over and over. Seconds after that, she lurched up, humping her cunt hard against Sara’s face as she slipped her hands beneath my wife’s ass, holding and keeping her there as she began sucking my wife’s clit for all she was worth. Stella came in a rush of release,
her cry of delight actually splitting the night air, suddenly reminding me as she did so, that our other friends were somewhere out there as well. At the moment however, I could have cared less, I was beating my meat just as hard as Mike was, watching my wife slowly spiral back down from the pleasured release she’d just been given by the mouth and tongue of her very dear friend.
I think she was a little embarrassed that she’d allowed that to happen, though she covered up her nervousness and uncertainty in having done it, by offering to now return the favor to Sara.
“I’d love that,” she told her, “very much so. But…”
“But?”
“Yeah, but…at the moment, you’ve maybe had a bit too much to drink, and perhaps you need to sober up just a little more. Think about it before committing yourself to doing that. Like I said, as much as I’d love to feel your mouth and tongue on me, I’d rather you did it with an unclouded conscience,” Sara told her warmly.
She stood up then walked behind my wife, leaning over from behind her and then kissing her, one hand coming down too tenderly, and all too briefly caressing her hard nippled breast for a moment. She broke the kiss a moment later, my wife’s eyes still closed as she did. “So…think about it. Perhaps Tomorrow you’ll have a much better idea as to how you really feel about things,” she said.
Ironically, we all then heard movement down the beach, moments later the silhouette of our two lost friends could be seen making their way back.
“Just as well,” Sara said, retaking her seat. “Had you started, I wouldn’t have let you up no matter what they might have thought,” she said almost warningly. It was something to keep in mind hearing her say that.