A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 25

What the hell, he finally thought, she wants a show. "I was hopin' you'd still be up," he grumbled, kissing her.

"I told you," she laughed, briefly turning her head to look at the woman behind her. "And I'm glad you're up," Gwen reached between them and gently shook his length. "I've been waiting for you. Could you do me a favor?"

"You could get me to do just about anything right now."

"We were talking about oral sex before you came home, and I was telling Cricket how good you are at it. Could you kiss me down there?"

Tim glanced at the young woman, noting her wide-eyed interest, then chuckled over his wife's bluntness. "Don't know about how good I am, but I'm willing. Be glad to." He kissed his way down a familiar stomach as she looked on, finally installing himself between open thighs that he hooked with strong arms.

Her sex was pulled to his lips, and Cricket marveled at the casual display of strength as her friend gasped at the first flick of her hooded nub and turned and smiled dreamily at her friend. "Like I said, different, but nice," she sighed, "so nice." Her eyes closed as her senses surrendered to Tim's efforts.

They were still closed when she spoke again. "Cricket?"

The young woman's eyes darted from the head between Gwen's spread legs to her face. "Huh?"

"Would you like to try it?"

"You mean...do that, to you?" she asked uncertainly, afraid to dare to believe what was being offered.

"No, would you like to see how nice it feels?"

Tim also guessed at what the invitation implied and brought his head up to look at his wife for confirmation.

"I, uhh, well, isn't that up to Tim?"

"It's up to both of you," Gwen said throatily. "If Tim's alright with it and you're alright with it..."

"It's alright with me," he replied after waiting long enough to keep from appearing overeager, eyes shifting between the two women to gauge their reactions.

"You should go first..."

"I did—and I will later, after you've had a chance. I feel bad you were interrupted earlier." Gwen gracefully swung her leg over the body between them and rolled away. "C'mon." Her hand pressed against Cricket's stomach, gently pushing her onto her back before moving up to cup a breast.

Tim bided his time—patience, patience, he silently counseled, don't scare her, give Gwen enough time to change her mind—waiting until one leg slowly moved away from the other. It finally stopped, just enough room for his body to fit between them. He rose from the bed, his temporarily-freed cock red and angry-looking before it again disappeared under his freshly-repositioned body. Cricket looked down in wonder at the salt-and-pepper hair on the head poised above her crotch, his focus on the prize before him, and realized she had not left him much room to work with. Her eyes closed in embarrassment even as her legs opened further in lust-filled anticipation. The young woman nervously grasped her friend's hand for support.

And there it was, just inches from his face. Delicate inner lips barely peeked from puffier outer ones lightly covered with wispy hair. It did not thicken much at the point where her lips met, where her clit lay hidden beneath. The pussy of my wife's friend in licking distance, my naked wife watching me. This has gotta be some kind of payback for years of keeping my dick in my pants, Tim rationalized. Better not screw this up...

Despite her nerves, Cricket giggled as he felt the gentle kiss against her sex and the rasp of his cheeks against her thighs. Tim looked up in mild surprise. "Okay?"

"Oh—yes, it's just that your stubble tickles a little."

Gwen smiled. "Told you."

"Sorry, Gwen told me to shower. She didn't tell me I needed to shave. I've got an electric razor I can use, only take a minute..."

"No, no, you don't have to do that...it just tickles a little, that's all, I'll get used to it."

"Tell me if you don't." He again bent to his task, tongue gently exploring the wet folds, working closer to the nub where they met. He eagerly inhaled the heady fragrance of a woman in heat, the scent stronger than the actual taste of her wetness.

Cricket jumped at his first swipe at her clit, inhaling sharply in surprise, hoping for more. She was not disappointed, and her soft coos and sighs made it clear she had at least temporarily banished any reservations she had about the pleasure being given her. "I see what you mean, it does feel different," she said after opening her eyes just long enough to focus on Gwen smiling down at her. Eyelids drifted shut again as her hips twitched and her hand squeezed the one she held. "But nice different. I like it."

Gwen gently smoothed her fingers over one breast, then the other. "Would you like me to hand you the vibrator?"

"No, that's okay...is it alright if I just...like this?"

"Of course."

Tim helped produce her delayed orgasm a few moments later, the young woman softly chanting, "oh my...oh my," in time to her writhing hips until it was cut off with a sudden "oh my G--" and the constriction of every muscle as the first wave ripped through her. Tim kept up his efforts until delicate hands pushed his head against her sex. And then she was limp, spent, breathing heavily while her eyes opened to what she had just done. A quick check of the older woman still patiently smiling down on her helped soothe her fear and remorse; there was no anger in her friend's face, just a certain knowing satisfaction. "Ohh, that was nice!" Cricket looked down between her legs, to where Tim looked up at her, wondering if it was proper to remove himself now. "Thank you for—that," she hurriedly squeaked. "I had no idea..."

"You're welcome."

Gwen gently kissed the young woman on the cheek and got to her knees. "Tim, do you think you can hold out a little longer? I'd like to do something first. I promise you'll be very well taken care of."

He smiled, taking this as his cue to remove himself from between another woman's legs. "I always am. Does that mean I'm sitting this one out?"

She rose from the bed. "No, but do you think you could lie down for me?"

Tim grinned and lay back on the spot she had just vacated, next to where Cricket still reclined on her side, a hand propping her head up. Gwen waited until he was comfortable, then climbed on with him, a knee above each shoulder as she straddled him and steadied herself on the headboard beyond. "I—we—saw this in a movie tonight."

"Must've been a hell of a movie," Tim was able to get out before his mouth was covered with her sex and his tongue slipped into the second pussy of the night. The abundant wetness he found was too real to make everything that happened since he had come home part of a dream, and Tim took it as well as her need to be satisfied as evidence his wife had enjoyed watching his earlier efforts.

Cricket scrambled into a sitting position, legs crossed in front of her. Tim's potent erection was also right in front of her, and her stare alternated between the pulsing length and Gwen's hips undulating against his face while hands grasped at her ass. His finger occasionally brushed against the writhing woman's asshole; it had to be an accident, a heat of the moment thing, she decided.

The arousal that had first begun to stir during the film and continued to grow in the hours since finally exploded into orgasm, the novelty of the position and the wickedness of an audience contributing every bit as much as her husband's tongue. Satisfied, she climbed off and looked down at a face wet with her juices. His face was wet before you used him like that, the Lady suggested darkly, but she brushed it aside. Tim had been very patient; he was past due to have his needs met now.

Gwen took a breath to slow her breathing. "Cricket, would you like to practice?"

The young woman glanced at the cock she had stopped staring at when her friend had dismounted. "You mean, like last time? Is that alright?"

"I don't think Tim will mind..." she turned to her smiling husband. "Right?"

He made his shaft flex off his stomach a couple times in response, an ability Cricket found oddly amusing. "Happy to help."

"Okay..." The young woman extended a finger and gently stroked the underside from where the loose skin of his ball sack turned to something more solid up to where the bulbous head began to flare. Another stroke and another finger was added, then a third. Fresh precum had been bubbling out of the tip since his cock had been freed from the blanket he had been laying on between her legs; she extended a fingertip to gingerly coat the pink head with the slickness. "Is that okay?"

"That's great."

"It's so warm compared to the, uhh, other one."

So she had been playing with it, Tim thought, and the image of it buried deep inside her flashed into his head. He didn't attempt to chase it out. Cricket paused, then formed an O over the tip of the head with her thumb and forefinger then gently pushed them down over the spongy mass, the opening expanding to fit him before again tightening beneath the flare and continuing down. More fingers joined the first with each stroke.

Gwen waited until the fist was snugged up against the base of her husband's cock before impulsively reaching over from where she was sitting to scoop some more liquid from his cock head and offer the fingertip to Cricket. "Want to taste it?"

The young woman hesitated. "Does it taste bad?" She quickly blushed and looked at Tim. "Sorry, I didn't mean—"

"It's okay," he laughed. "Fair question."

"Doesn't taste like much at all," Gwen advised. "Maybe a little hint of salt."

Cricket leaned forward to delicately take the offered finger between her lips. "Hmm, yeah, not much at all..."

"Would you like to put it in your mouth?"

The young woman's eyes grew wide and she glanced meaningfully at the penis she was holding. "You mean—it?"

"Yes, it. You were wondering what it was like."

Cricket looked at the cock's owner, but Tim was looking at his wife, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Can I?" He smiled helplessly and shrugged. The images of her friend kissing and licking the length before taking it in her mouth were burned into her brain and she acted from memory, bending forward to gently plant a kiss midway down the underside of the shaft, feeling the heat on her lips.

"Lie down with your head over his stomach," Gwen suggested. "it's easier on your back and neck."

"Let's you control the action a little more, too," Tim added helpfully, and though the young woman wasn't quite sure what he meant, she was not going to ask now.

It was an interesting view from there; her hand aiming the wet scarlet-hued head at her face. She delicately planted another kiss, this time on the spongy head, pulling back just enough to lick the salty moisture from her lips. Cricket did her best to imitate her friend's actions, kissing and licking up and down the length and beyond, the feel of his loose sac very different from the hardness that extended from it. She paused after a trip back up to the spongy head, her tongue following the valley through the underside of the mushroom head to his slit. The length jumped in response, lightly smacking her on the lips. The young woman looked up at her friend sitting next to her. "Do I put it in my mouth now?"

"Put it in whenever you want, although I think Tim would really like you to."

"How far do I put it in?"

"As far as you want. Just not so far that you gag yourself."

Cricket nodded, apparently thinking this information critical, and slowly parted her lips to take him, feeling the texture change as the head gave way to the shaft.

"You can also put your hand around the base of the guy's, uhh, penis to keep him from pushing in too far," Tim added. "Some guys get in a hurry. Your fist acts like a stopper against your mouth."

Gwen laughed. "You never told me that!"

"Didn't think you needed to know. I'm always really careful not to gag you. But Cricket might be with a guy who isn't careful."

"And how did you know about that little trick?"

"Somebody told me..." that somebody had been a girl prior to Gwen whom he had been in a hurry with once, and the hand always wrapped around the base of his cock after had been a clear signal she didn't trust the energetic young man to control himself.

Cricket removed him from her mouth just far enough to speak even as she continued to stare at the thing in her hand. "Thanks, that's good to know." And then the mouth was back, beginning to pick up a bobbing rhythm like she had seen Gwen do. Like he's fucking my mouth...

Tim's groans and sighs were cheers to the young woman, the gentle flexing of his hips a sign of hope that she was at least not a failure at this. She tested her limits, finding that spot where taking him any deeper might cause her to gag and splutter, trying to incorporate her tongue into the vagina her mouth had become. There was a hand gently smoothing her back, Gwen's, encouraging her efforts...

"Tim, any words of advice?" the older woman looked up and asked, hand still turning circles on the back of the naked woman at his waist.

"No, she's—you're, doing fine, you're changing things up, that's good, no teeth, that's really good...Damn, is it good, really good, but I'm getting' close..."

The older woman knew he had been even before he announced it. "A nice guy tells you when they're close to finishing, so it doesn't come as a surprise."

Cricket's mouth popped off the end with the next stroke. "Ohh—what do I do know?"

Gwen smiled. "Well, you could use your hand to make him come, or I can take over for you..."

"I can do it, unless you think you should," the young woman insisted.

"If you'd like to, be my guest."

"Would it be alright if I, uhh, used my mouth?"

The older woman gave another gentle smile. "Are you sure?"

"I want to see what it's like." Cricket bent, prepared to take him back in, then stopped. "I know you swallow it, after...should I?"

"You don't have to, no, a lot of women spit it out after from what I'm told."

"Guys'll tell you if you swallow it shows you love 'em more, but I think that's bullshit," Tim grumbled. "It feels good either way—guys just think it's kinkier when a woman swallows."

She briefly hesitated before again engulfing his length and resuming her bobbing. "Get ready," Gwen offered quietly, "you'll be surprised how fast it happens." The twitching of his hips was more pronounced now, in her opinion bringing him dangerously close to choking her, and the young woman briefly panicked, her hand reflexively gripped his cock at the base in response.

The extra pressure was too much for Tim and the "Uhhh!" escaped his lips as the first jet leapt from his cock. Despite Gwen's warning, Cricket was caught unaware by the force of his spurt against the back of her throat and with a spluttering gag she attempted to pull away from the cock in her mouth while redirecting its aim, not fast enough for the second blast to still land on her tongue, the other spurts landing wetly on her turned cheek while she coughed his spend back up from her windpipe.

"Sorry, sorry," Gwen said soothingly, her hand on the young woman's back now trying to help her recover and breathe again. "I should have been more clear with my warning. I did the same thing the first time..."

Cricket looked up, wide-eyed and a little shellshocked, her hand still wrapped around the rock-hard shaft. "I thought I knew what you meant, but he must have shot a gallon."

"It just feels like that," Gwen said with a laugh. "There's a lot of force behind that little bit, though."

The young woman turned her attention to the man whose cock she still held, his come dripping down her cheek. "I'm so sorry Tim," she chirped between coughs, "that couldn't have been too nice for you! I know I can do better than that—"

He laughed. "To tell you the truth, I feel really bad how good it felt even while you were gagging on it. Are you okay?"

Cricket gave another couple of coughs before replying. "I think so, yeah, and I'm glad you liked it but boy that was unexpected, like having somebody shoot a squirt pistol into the back of your mouth."

"Now you know for next time, and you'll be ready," Gwen advised. "I kind of put my tongue against his head to keep him from squirting too far."

"Good to know." Cricket finally let go of him. "Feels like I should clean up," she said with an embarrassed smile while gently touching the wetness on the side of her face. "I'll bring back a washcloth for you?"

"That would be great, thanks." Tim waited until the young woman was in the bathroom. "Sorry about almost choking your friend."

Gwen shrugged and smiled. "You did choke her. That would have been an interesting emergency room visit. She wanted to try it though, and I thought she needs the experience and practice, so..."

"Uh-huh." His expression made it clear he thought that only part of the story. "You know most wives wouldn't have even offered her the chance, right?"

Gwen's short laugh came out as a snort. "I have to guess most husbands would have thrown me out on the street for what I do with my sister-in-law, or that nice young woman in the bathroom." It was the Lady's turn to snort. Or for showing yourself to complete strangers, or for having such an obsession with that monstrosity of Neal's, or even thinking what it might be like to spread your legs for whatever man wanted you, she added.

"Maybe, maybe not. All I know is I'm not asking you to change a thing. You were just the opposite for so long, it's good to see your needle move the other way some."

"You don't think my needle is in the red?"

Let's just say I'm not ready to pop any relief valves, so I guess my hidden kinks are coming out and keeping pace with yours. Good thing we got each other. Now if only I could ride a horse, then you'd have a real catch..."

"You can ride, you just don't like to," she retorted with a smile. "And you're still the best catch I could have ever hoped for. Oh—remind me later to show you something Natalie sent me..."

Cricket found them cuddling in each other's arms when she returned with the warm washcloth and wondered if she should retreat from an obviously private moment, but Gwen rolled her husband on his back and invited her friend on to the bed. She watched while Cricket cleaned and sleep soon followed, Gwen happily sandwiched between a soft and feminine body on one side, a rougher and more masculine one on the other.