A Wife in Venice California Pt. 2

Now, with only three days left before Suzanne was to return home, he was reduced to glimpses of her in that damn blonde wig, and drinking until he passed out on the floor, the video playing over and over again. So when the phone rang, his heart skipped! Phil's voice boomed on the other end of the phone.

"Come on over for a drink," Randy heard the voice on the other end say. Randy's stomach began to churn perhaps from the alcohol, but he knew it was more in anticipation and fear.

He arrived at Phil and Arlene's and soon found himself in the entertainment room alone with Phil.

"Well, buddy, only three more days and you get your wife back. Bet you're excited about that. Hell of a month, huh?" Phil said, handing Randy a drink.

"Yeah, hell of a month" Randy said, his words slurred from the booze. "So where is Suzanne? Can I see her?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? The girls are out working tonight. Said they'd be back late," Phil said.

"No, you didn't tell me," Randy said, his feelings sinking.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected tonight. Another glimpse of Suzanne? Another exotic costume? Another video depicting another wild sexual escapade? He wasn't sure, but he only knew that he had been hoping for something from Suzanne – maybe a slight touch of forgiveness on the brink of her nearing return. Filled with disappointment, Randy's eyes drifted to the shelf where Suzanne had pulled the video of her and the black men. She'd taken it from a stack of four tapes. Randy had remembered how Phil said they were planning to sell the tapes to recoup the lost loan money.

Randy's eyes floated up from the floor to the video shelf and froze at what he saw. At first he thought that his drunkenness was creating a blurred image. He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his eyes. But no, it was real. There were eleven tapes sitting on the shelf!

Randy rose to his feet, and while in the back of his mind could he hear Phil blabbering on about something or other, he staggered across the room toward the shelf.

"Say, let me freshen your drink," Phil said, moving quickly to him and lifting his glass from his hand. In a second, Phil was back across the room and behind the bar, the sound of ice cubes ringing in Randy's ears. Randy reached out, grabbed a tape from the top of the stack of videos and crammed it down the front of his jeans, concealing the theft from Phil.

"Listen, Phil, I'm not feeling too hot, tonight. I'm gonna head back to the house. I'll see you tomorrow," Randy said, already quickly on his way out of the door with the video.

The drunken trip up the stairs and through the neighbor's house quickly became a painful one for Randy. His cock had grown rock hard, and was crushing itself painfully against the tape in his pants. Halfway between his house and theirs, Randy pulled the pilfered tape out of his jeans and started to run.

In the house, Randy stripped naked, turned off all the lights and prepared himself for God knew what. The only thing that he did know was that he his cock had never been harder in his life. Thoughts of his beautiful wife in another pile of men filled his mind. He pushed the play button on the machine and the television screen danced to life in the darkened room.

The image on the screen was blurred, a little out of focus it seemed to his drunken mind. The scene was in a bedroom, the large bed familiar to him. Yes, it was Phil and Arlene's bedroom! He'd seen it on several trips through the house. He'd even fantasized about fucking Arlene on that very bed, once. Then he saw Suzanne enter the room, blonde wig and all. Randy watched her come into the room in a tight, short pink dress and move around the room, taking special care to bend over several times for the camera, sticking her ass out toward the camera. It was obvious as she bent over, that she wore no panties, her tight asshole winking at the camera. Then she stood again and continued her exotic dance around the room.

"Wait, a minute!" Randy screeched, as he looked at the screen. Her tits, they were huge! Randy could see the massive breasts swelling and bouncing under the thin, tight knit pink dress.

"She's had a boob job!" he shouted. "My God, the bastards made her get bigger tits!!"

At that moment, he saw another woman enter the room. She had identical blonde hair and wore an identical pink knit dress. With his mind reeling from the fact that his wife had just had her breasts enlarged, Randy couldn't determine who the second woman was. He watched as the two blondes pressed their bodies together, as slippery tongues flicked back and forth between the two beauties. Randy watched as both of them simultaneously reached down and pulled the tight body hugging dresses up over their round hips. Beautiful long legs and bare ass cheeks filled the screen.

Moving fingers began sliding between parted legs. In his state of drunkenness, Randy thought that perhaps he was seeing a video trick, that Suzanne was fondling herself in a mirror. Or maybe it was some other weird video special effect. This was California, after all. Except for the fact that one of the women had huge breasts, they were identical, like twins, he thought. But Suzanne had no twin, or even sister for that matter.

Still confused, Randy looked on as the scene heated up and Suzanne and the other woman started to undress each other. With their mouths and breasts pressed together, each grabbed the stretchy pink materials bunched at their waists and pulled the dresses the remainder of the way up over their heads. As the tight dress was pulled off over one woman's head, a blonde wig came off, revealing a tousle of short, black hair – Suzanne's hair. But Randy was unable to understand what he was seeing. The woman with the giant tits was not his wife, Suzanne. But she was certainly a real blonde. As the image came into crisp focus, it was clear that Suzanne had not had a boob job after all. So then, who was this other woman, Randy wondered? He felt sure that knew her. Had Arlene dyed her hair blonde for this lesbian video they were doing?

Naked, Suzanne began rubbing and kissing the giant breasts jiggling in front of her as the camera zoomed in tighter on the women's passion. Yes, she was familiar, Randy thought. Those tits, that face, they were all…

"Oh, shit!" Randy cried. "It's Denise!"

Yes, as he starred at the screen, his wife, Suzanne, licked and sucked on the huge, erect nipples of Denise, his former secretary, and the woman he'd cheated on Suzanne with. He himself had licked and sucked those lovely tits hundreds of times before, but here was his wife now pulling his former mistress down onto the bed and burying her face into Denise's cunt.

"No, no," he heard Denise whispered. "I want to eat that hot cunt of yours, at the same time."

These were the first words spoken in the video, but that voice told him that it was indeed Denise, who was now crawling into a 69 position with his wife. He watched as the two beautiful bodies mingled, and wet tongues dipped between parted legs. Denise had pushed several fingers deep into Suzanne's gaping vagina and was pumping her hand rapidly in and out as she sucked on Suzanne's clit.

"Ummmm, oh yes," Suzanne moaned, lifting her mouth from Denise's inviting slit. "Suck me! Lick my clit! Ohhhh, that's so gooooood…" she said, and then pushed her face back between Denise's legs, working her tongue deep between the puffy pussy lips.

Both women continued thrusting, bucking their hips wildly, as they pushed their mounds hard against the other's eager mouth for several minutes. As hands wormed furiously into each other's openings, the tinny sound of the video recording picked up the wet squishing noises of the fingers moving rapidly around in the dripping passages. The sounds of wet bodies rubbing against each other, filled the room, as the two women sensed the impending orgasm of the other. It was only a matter of moments before both of them climaxed at the same time, each desperately clutching the hips and ass cheeks of the other, pulling as hard as possible to bury their faces into the gushing flowers presented before them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'mmmmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggg!!!!" screamed one, as the other cried, "Meeeeeeeeetooooooooo!!!!!!!Yeeeeessssssssss!!!!!!"

They both lapped wildly at the other's cunt, devouring the sweet juices flowing freely between their legs. Soon the licking subsided, and Randy watched as the two beauties shifted about on the bed and resumed kissing.

"That was incredible," Denise softly said, kissing Suzanne between words. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. Too bad you didn't teach your husband how to eat pussy."

"He's horrible at it, isn't he," Suzanne said, returning Denise's kisses. "He wouldn't know how to make a girl come if his life depended on it."

They both erupted in laughter.

"While I had my tongue in your beautiful hole, I couldn't help think about all that big, black cock you had up there in that video you showed me. I can hardly wait to get lip fucked by them." Denise said smiling. "And I liked the other video, the one with the two teenage boys. That looked like so much fun."

Randy groaned. They had shown Denise the videos. He had only seen three of them, but now it was clear that Denise had seen all of them.

"You know, ever since I saw a picture of that sweet asshole of yours, I've wanted to do something," Suzanne said with a mischievous grin.

"What photo? Oh, you mean the one I sent Randy? The one of me with his cock sticking in my ass?" Denise said, returning the playful tone.

"Yes, my husband's cock, you slut," Suzanne laughed, now tickling Denise and playfully wrestling with her, trying to force her to turn over.

"Oh, you mean the self-centered prick who lied to me for three years? And lied to you for seven?" Denise giggled. "Is that who you mean, you whore?"

The two women were laughing and tickling each other as they rolled around on the bed, with Suzanne finally working herself around behind Denise.

"What you need, tart, is a good spanking," Suzanne said and began slapping Denise's upturned ass hard with her hand. The blonde's body shook and her soft buttock mounds rippled with each blow that came down.

"Oh, yes, that's just what I need," Denise said, responding to each of the smacks on her naked ass with a sexy groan.

Soon Suzanne had spanked the blonde's ass so hard that both of Denise's round butt cheeks were glowing a bright red.

"That's what I call a good spanking," Suzanne said, still panting hard from the sex play. "But now comes the good part," she said, slipping her hand between the woman's spread ass cheeks and gently massaging her cunt for the camera. As she spoke, she slowly spread Denise's wet vaginal lips wide apart, opening her wide so the camera could zoom in.

"Ohhh, look how wet you are," Suzanne said. "You really did need a spanking, didn't you?"

"Yesss," Denise groaned, as Suzanne, her hand delving deep into the inviting opening, slid four fingers easily into the aroused blonde. Suzanne then began massaging the tight pink bud of Denise's asshole with her thumb, making tiny circles around the pink, clenched ring. Suzanne gently kept pushing harder and harder until the relaxed anal muscles gave way and Suzanne's thumb popped into the tight opening.

"Ohhhhhh," responded the blonde, her ass wriggling under the other woman's touch.

Randy stroked his erect cock and watched as the picture on the screen pulled back and showed his wife kneeling behind the buxom blonde, with her hand steadily moving in and out of the blonde's cunt and ass. As Denise rocked to the rhythm of the penetrating fingers, her large hanging tits swayed deliciously beneath her. Denise's pendulous tits bounced and shook below her as she pushed her two holes desperately against Suzanne's hand.

"Yes, fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want it in my ass," Denise begged as she rapidly pumped her body, responding to Suzanne's fingers. "Make me come again!"

Why, he asked himself, when he'd been fucking her, had he never realized what breathtaking a sight she was down on all fours? Had he fucked her for three years with his eyes closed, never really seeing what a sensuous delight she was, just as he'd done with Suzanne? And his realization had come from watching Suzanne share her treasures with others. How stupid he had been, he told himself.

Randy was snapped out of his moment of self-loathing when Suzanne pulled her hand out of Denise's vagina. His wife's fingers popped out, leaving Denise's slit stretched and open, revealing a cavernous tunnel. Suzanne slowly eased her head down between the kneeling woman's upturned ass, stuck out her tongue, and pushed it into the blonde's puckered asshole. Denise squirmed madly, trying to push her stretched asshole deeper onto the invading tongue.

Randy gasped aloud at the sight on the screen. His lovely wife was tongue fucking the ass of his former mistress. Suzanne was relentless as she pushed harder and harder, forcing her pink, slick tongue deeper and deeper into the yielding brown rosebud of the other woman. Randy couldn't take any more. The cock in his hand was aching and raw from his stroking, but the sight of his wife rimming another woman's asshole drove him over the brink. Normally, he would have closed his eyes and welcomed his climax in the safe darkness of his mind. But not now. Now, he couldn't take his eyes off of the vision of Suzanne's lust.

He rocketed his load across the room, grunting and straining, as he emptied himself. Globs of cum settled in small pools on the wooden floor as Randy collapsed, sinking into a heap on the cool surface. His eyes returned upward to the screen as he watched the two women pleasure themselves. Suzanne was frantically rubbing Denise's clit as she lapped at her anus, pushing Denise to another orgasm. Soon, they had switched positions and Denise was rimming Suzanne's ass with her tongue.

Randy lay quiently on the floor, strands of semen dripping from his flaccid cock and rolling down his inner thigh, as his mind spun. Why was Denise here? What was she doing at Phil and Arlene's? Why was she fucking Suzanne? How much had she told Suzanne? All of these questions and many more spun around in his mind, all wrapped around a refrain from an old Eagles song, "Hotel California." Strains of the lyrics "…you can check out anytime you want, but you can never leave," thumped in his brain as he passed out on the floor.

Continue in A Wife in Venice California: Part Three