When Liz finally released her death-grip on my wife, Cindy crawled away from her and smiled at me. Her face was wet with Liz’s juice. “Did you like that, Paul?” she asked.
“Hell, yes, honey. That was wonderful. You two are so beautiful and so damn hot!” I said.
Liz propped herself up on one elbow to look at us. Her face was damp and flushed. “I never thought of myself as a lesbian,” she said.
Cindy said, “You’re not, unless you’ve now decided that you like women better than men. I’m bi — I love to play with both pussies and cocks. And speaking of cocks, let’s make him cum.”
My wife motioned for me to lie on my back, and she knelt next to me and leaned over to kiss my belly. “Would you like to help me blow my husband?”
Liz, still looking a bit overwhelmed from her orgasm, knelt next to me opposite Cindy, and began running her fingertips lightly over my cock and balls. At a nod from Cindy, Liz leaned down and licked away the drop of pre-cum that was dripping from me. When she pulled back, Cindy took her place, bathing my shaft with her tongue. Liz then grasped my manhood and began sucking on the head of my dick. After a few good slurps and sucks, she pointed me toward Cindy, who plunged her mouth down onto me.
Cindy bobbed her head up and down, taking me deep into her mouth, and then released me and pointed me back toward Liz. They alternated like this for a while, teasing me, stroking me, licking me, sucking me, until I knew I was going to unload. Cindy knew it, too, and when her final turn came, she clamped her lips firmly onto my shaft and raked her tongue back and forth on the head of my cock, willing me to cum.
I blasted my spunk into my wife’s mouth, grunting with each rope that escaped me. When I was done, Cindy pulled her lips carefully off my tired manhood, grabbed Liz, and forced her tongue into the girl’s mouth. For a second, Liz looked surprised, but then returned the kiss with passion, using her tongue to take some of my cum from my wife’s mouth. Finally, both girls swallowed and showed me their empty mouths.
I crawled back out of the way, and Cindy lay down on her back, pulling Liz with her into a tight embrace. They resumed their kissing, and soon, Liz’s hand moved down to Cindy’s breasts. When she found a nipple, Liz rolled it between her fingers as they continued to French kiss. Soon, both women were fondling each other’s pussies.
Breaking the kiss, Cindy asked Liz, “Are you ready to lick me?”
“I’ve never done that before,” Liz said.
“I know. It’s okay. Just do to me what I did to you. Do what you think would feel good. Here, let me remind you.” Cindy helped Liz to move over her in a sixty-nine position. Liz looked a bit apprehensive, but when Cindy buried a finger inside Liz’s dripping cunt, Liz took a few tentative licks at my wife’s clean-shaven mound. Soon, it was obvious that both girls were enjoying themselves.
Cindy looked at me and smiled. Then she ran her tongue slowly from Liz’s clit, through her lips, plunging into her vagina for a moment, and finishing by licking Liz’s puckered pink star. That made Liz cry out, “Oh, God, I never knew having my ass played with would feel so good!”