Heels: The Ultimatum

by Deane Christopher

© 2003

5 - Kelly's Seduction

 

Synopsis of Chapter 4: Gale's Quandary

 

Though Dennis, whenever functioning as his feminine alter ego, Kelly, continued to restrain herself from engaging in anything could be misconstrued as being even mildly suggestive, the same could not be said for Gale. Owing to the fact that she was a touchy-feellie kind of person to begin with, she was, with increasing frequency, overstepping the bounds of the purely platonic relationship that she and Kelly had embarked upon. That, unfortunately, caused Dennis, as Kelly, the self-proclaimed nympheted-out narcissist that he, as a she was, no end of troubles in the horniness department.

Those magical high heels of Dennis' had only one goal, with that goal of theirs being, to enrich Dennis' life by any and all means available to them. Dennis dearly wished that Gale might one day see her way clear to being able to function as his feminine alter ego's lesbian lover. The heels were keenly aware of those deep-seated desires of his, and while they were constrained from magically meddling with his wife's sexual orientation in such a way as to enable Gale to be able to engage in sexual acts that she would never engage in otherwise, they did the next best thing. Working on a subliminal level, and using Gale's dreams as their primary point of access, the heels initiated a cunningly crafted campaign which would allow her to at least ponder and explore the possibilities of engaging in a lesbian tryst with that simply gorgeous minx of a husband of hers.

Though they were somewhat disturbing at first, Gale found herself nonetheless intrigued by those initial dream sequences that portrayed her and Kelly going one on one with one another. Within a day or so of her first exposure to those lesbian couched dreams, Gale, no matter how hard she fought against it, found that those dreams of hers had somehow piqued her interest. Seduced by the forbidden fruit of her dreams' erotic nature, Gale found herself both bemused and beguiled, to a point where she began to employ lucid daydreaming techniques to revisit those lesbian couched dreams of hers over and over and over again. Then, surprising herself in the process, Gale actual went so far as to up the ante. Employing the various plot lines that her dreams afforded her as a staging area or, one might more accurately say, a jumping-off point, she began to expand on the various lesbian-based scenarios that had begun to nightly plied her mind in a myriad of erotic and stimulating ways.

The more Gale fantasized about engaging in a lesbian sexual tete-a-tete with Kelly, the more intrigued she became. Likewise the more intrigued she became, the more the impossible became the improbable, which in turn began to grudgingly give way to the possible, but highly unlikely. Basically, it all boiled down to the big fat maybe of indecision.

Trouble was, the more Gale entertained the damn near omnipresent fantasy of getting it on with the knock-down, drop-dead gorgeous woman that those magical high heels transformed her husband into, the more turned-on she became. Fact is it got so bad for her at work one day, she had to beat feet for the ladies room, and there, take matters in hand and play a crass and furious game of clitty-tweak with herself.

 

Chapter 5: Kelly's Seduction

 

After their spunky waitress had taken their order, Kelly, upon informing Gale that she was sorry, but that she had to go to the ladies room, demurely slip out of the booth, and with those magical high heels of hers click-clacking away, sashayed off in the direction of establishment's restrooms. As that 'girlfriend' of hers did so, Gale, who had a tendency to become a little over-protective whenever her husband was operating out in public under the guise of his feminine alter ego, kept a watchful eye on Kelly's progress.

Taking an inordinate amount of delight in the seductive gyrations of Kelly's so exquisitely reconstituted fanny, Gale came to the stark realization that she was sexually attracted to that sham of a 'girlfriend' of hers.

'Oh, shit.' she frantically thought. 'Have I all of a sudden up and turned into a bisexual? I mean, do I really like women in much the same way I do men?'

To put that ominous question of hers to the test, Gale began to scan the restaurant, endeavoring to locate women who fit her own subjectively held criteria of what it took to be considered a good-looking woman. Seeing several who fit the bill, a few that surpassed it, and one that was a uncontested knockout in almost anyone's book, Gale was guardedly relieved when not one of them did a damn thing for her.

Though she would continue to scope out women she deemed to be attractive throughout the course of the evening, so as to continually reassure herself that she had not become a full fledged, card carrying bisexual, capable of taking on all comers at the drop of a hat, Gale had to concede the point that where Kelly was concerned, she was about as bisexual as bisexual could be. Where before her love for that 'girlfriend' of hers had been a platonic love, albeit a rather bizarre and convoluted one at best, Gale had to face the undeniable fact that her love for Kelly had expanded beyond the accepted constraints of a love devoid of sexual desire. Lust, of the raw, surging and primordial variant, had somehow crept into the equation.

If Gale needed any conformation of the rather remarkable shift in her sexual attitudes, she received it when she spied that 'girlfriend' of hers making her way back to their booth.

With her mind reeling within the soaring whirlwind of licentiously thoughts, Gale torturously murmured under her breath, "God, she's beautiful..."

 

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What Gale did not know, and probably would never come to discern, was that the heels had used those lesbian couched fantasies of hers to fabricate a shadow, or if you will, an auxiliary libido, a libido that was heavily tinged with the pure essence from which manly desires arise. Whenever Dennis was operating as Kelly, Gale's shadow libido would kick in; there by supplanting her normal sexual drives with those that were more akin to those of her husband's.

 

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Having just swallowed a piece of steak that had precluded her from saying anything before that, Kelly, uncomfortable with the realization that her wife was starring at her breasts, felt compelled to inquire, "Is there something wrong? Was I an oaf? Did I somehow manage to get something on my blouse?"

"No... Not that I'm aware of..."

"Okay..." Kelly replied uneasily, as she began a hasty self-examination of the front of her blouse. "So, tell me. If there's nothing wrong, why are you staring at my breasts like that? I mean, are they leaking, or something?"

Unaware that she been doing exactly what Kelly had accused her of doing, a thoroughly embarrassed and extremely startled Gale ashamedly stammered, "Oh. I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that I was starring."

"Well, just so you know, you were, and I'd kind of like to know why?"

Feeling very foolish, a red-faced Gale sheepishly replied, "Oh, I don't know. I guess I was just sitting here, admiring them..."

"You were, were you?" Kelly impishly teased.

"Yes... I guess I was at that..."

"So, am I to take it that you're a little envious of these rather prominent assets of mine?"

"Yes..." Gale, aware that her own nipples had risen to the occasion, shyly admitted. "I guess I am a little envious of them at that..."

However, Gale did not say what she was really thinking, which was something to the effect of how much she would have liked to have reached over and fondled and otherwise caressed the living shit out of Kelly's ample endowments.

 

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As mentioned previously, Gale was a touchy/feelie kind of person, who frequently and flagrantly violated the constraints of the operating parameters of the platonic relationship that she and Kelly had established at the outset of this renewed relationship of theirs. That evening though, Gale did not just push the envelope. She put great big dents in it, in that she seemed to be touching that 'girlfriend' of hers at damn near each and every opportunity which was presented itself.

Correspondingly, as the evening progressed, Kelly, given that as a girl, she was a self-contained nymphomaniac, who was either horny, or on the cusp of becoming horny practically all the time, was having a hard way to go dealing with the liberties that her wife was taking with her. Several times before even arriving at the movies, she became so turned-on that she almost felt compelled to say something. However, in each and every instance, Gale seemed to sense that she was taking things a bit too far, and ceased such incursions just before things really got out of hand, and Kelly's horniness reached a stage that threatened to achieve critical mass.

As bad as it had been for Kelly prior to arriving at the movies, it got a whole lot worse once they were seated in the theater. Gale, driven as she was by that new, lust crazed, manly attuned, auxiliary libido of hers, could not seem to keep her hands off of the sexy young woman that her husband had turned himself into.

Not once, not twice, by a grand totally of three distinct times before the previews were even finished, Gale, using the pretext of acquiring a hand full of popcorn from the large tub that resided in Kelly's lap, ever so casually brushed the knuckles of her right hand down along the near-side curvature of Kelly's ample left breast. Though it was a calculated move on her part to: one, test the waters; and two, generate an extemporaneous thrill for herself, Gale took great pains to act the part of Little Ms. Innocent each time she completed the maneuver.

Kelly, having employed similar moves on the various girls she had dated during her early years as a teenager, was not fooled one iota by her wife's feigned innocence. She knew exactly what was going on, and while it warned the cockles of her heart on one hand, she was rendered thoroughly confused and flabbergasted on the other. Thinking, 'Please, Gale, don't start something that you have no intention of finishing.' Kelly, not wishing to make a mountain out of a molehill about her wife's flagrant disregard of their convoluted relationship's mutually agreed upon operating parameters, did about the only thing she could do in the dicey situation she found herself in. In other words, since she did not wish to do something that might prove disastrous, in that in might lead to a scene, an extremely turned-on Kelly reconciled herself to the fact that she would just have to grin and bear it. However, Kelly was also keenly aware that should her wife continue to violate the rules of decorum that they had taken great pains to establish, she would eventual have to have a little heart to heart talk with Gale about it.

If nothing else, Gale was persistent. All throughout the movie, she continued to tweak and nurture the horniness that was doing a real number on that ultra feminized husband of hers. Using various tactics, such as casually tracing her fingernails along the run of her 'girlfriend's satin enshrouded forearm, or grasping Kelly's hand and tenderly drawing it to her lips for the fondest of endearing of kisses, Gale managed to keep Kelly's loins perpetually awash with the lubricant of vaginal secretions.

Then, just when Kelly thought she could not take any more, damn if Gale did not go and up the ante on her.

Embracing the precept, "If you've got it, flaunt it." Kelly, liking the long-legged look of a first rate dick-teaser trolling for the attention of would be cock-hounds, had opted to attire that alluring figure of hers in a skimpy, denim micro-miniskirt; a sheer pair of glistening chocolate hued pantyhose, and an eye-catching, western styled, electric blue satin blouse. Though she never once suspected that the outfit she had selected for herself earlier that evening would cause her any kind of problem, Kelly became keenly aware that she had made a big mistake. As much as she savored the sensual feel of the sheer pantyhose encasing her lower extremities, somewhere around the movie's mid point, Kelly experienced a wild erotic electrifying jolt when her wife's hand settled ever so gently, ever so seductively, upon the nylon encased curvature of her leg's upper thigh. Then, to add to Kelly's misery, Gale, once again appearing oblivious to what she was doing, began to teasingly rotate the tips of her fingers ever so slightly along the uppermost run of her husband's inner thigh.

Had Kelly still been in the possession of that manly, cum spewing dipstick of hers, she had no doubt that she would have creamed her proverbial jeans right then and there. That is how turned-on she was.

Spurred on by the unimaginable amounts of pure unadulterated horniness that surged and cavorted within her, Kelly's mind raged, 'Oh, my Lord. Does she have any idea what she doing to me?'

Unsure as to how to best deal with what was going on, Kelly, after a good bit of indecision, elected to try the simplest approach, that being: to simply shift position in her seat. Luck was with her. Gale appeared to take the hint, owing to the fact that she did what Kelly hoped she would, with that being: Gale withdrew her hand. Trouble was, after the passage of several more minutes; there it was again, its fingertips once again swirling ever so sensually along the crest line of Kelly's inner thigh's erogenous zone.

Kelly shifted position for a second time, but to no avail. A few minutes after she had, her wife's hand returned to what Gale seemed to presume to be her very own nylon ensconced armrest.

Twice more Kelly employed the hand-shrugging tactic of changing position. Her wife though, remained undaunted, for shortly after that absolutely gorgeous dick teaser of a husband of hers settle back in her seat on both occasions, Gale's hand once again swiftly homed in or its nylon clad landing pad.

After four futile attempts, Kelly gave up all hope of trying to dissuade her wife from reaching over and fondling the delicious run of her upper inner thigh. However, she did toy around with the idea of reaching out; grabbing Gale's hand, and dragging the damn thing back into her sopping wet crotch, where she figured that her wife's marvelous fingers could do her some real good; achieving the results she so dearly longed for them to achieve.

 

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As the two of them began to traverse the multiplexes' spacious lobby on their way out to the parking lot, Gale, employing the distinctly feminine, extremely possessive, double-handed enhanced arm grasp, entwined herself about Kelly's arm, so that the two of them were walking pretty much shoulder to shoulder.

"So, what'ya think? Did you like it?" Gale casually inquired of that stacked and packed beau of hers.

Not sure if her wife was referring to the movie or the petting that had been lavished upon her, Kelly, not wishing to getting into anything heavy at the moment, figured that her best bet was to just assume that Gale was eluding to the movie they had just seen.

"Oddly enough, even though it tended to get a little hokey every now and again, I have to say that overall it was pretty good."

"Yeah... I kind thought so too."

"I mean, I thought the actions scene were done well, and while the story line was predictable, it never went so far as to insult your intelligence."

"So, tell me. What did you think about that girl?"

"Which girl? Exactly which one are you talking about?"

"What's his name's love interest in movie. You know who I'm talking about, the one the main guy ended up with at the end of the movie."

"Oh, her." Kelly replied, as she dutifully opened the lobby's outer door for her wife to pass through first.

"So, what'ya think? Was she hot or what?"

"Oh, yeah." Kelly chuckled. "She definitely was a looker."

"Yeah..." Gale concurred. "I kind of thought so too..."

A few moments later, as the two of them neared Dennis' SUV, a somewhat discombobulated and horny as hell Kelly disengaged herself from Gale's grasp, so that she could more easily fumble in her purse for her keys. Locating them, she proceeded on to say, "Look, I know how much you hate having to drive a stick-shift, but could you do me a big favor tonight, and drive home?"

Without hesitation whatsoever, Gale, thinking that she had a pretty good idea why Kelly had made such a request of her, replied, "Sure. In fact, I'd be more than happy to. But, since you rarely ask me to drive your car, I'd kind of like to know how come? I mean, is there something wrong with you?" Gale continued, as she nonchallantly put her hand out so that Kelly could hand over her keys.

"No... Not really... I guess you could say that I'm feeling just a little distracted, and I just think it might be for the best if you did the driving tonight."

"No, problem." Gale said, as she proceeded to unlock the driver side's door. "Head on over to the passenger's side and, as soon as I get in, I'll unlock it for you..."

 

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Kelly's first thought was to cut through all the crap, and just come out and ask her wife to please explain what, if anything, was behind all the touchy/feelie nonsense that Gale had been so crassly engaging in all throughout the course of the evening. However, as she parked that nicely rounded derriere of hers in the shotgun seat of her SUV, Kelly thought better of it. Since all she could think of doing at that moment was: getting home; heading upstairs; and once ensconced in the blessed serenity of her and Gale's bedroom, engaging in a narcissistic game of grabass with herself, Kelly figured that it was in her best interest to let sleeping dogs lie. Though she had full intentions of having a heart to heart confab her wife, Little Miss Can't Keep Her Hands To Herself, Kelly realized that it might be for the best were she too postpone such a discussion for a more appropriate time. 'After all,' Kelly told herself, 'life does have its priorities, and, for the here and now of it, my first priority has to be without a doubt, taking care of this damnable horniness that's threatening to do me in...'

 

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As soon as the two of them got in the front door of their house, Kelly, egged on by those ever so demanding narcissistic needs of hers, quickly placed her purse on the end table and hung up her coat. Then, saying something to the effect that she would be sure to let Gale know when it was safe to join her, she bounded up the stairs. What Kelly was not aware of, owing to the massive amounts of horniness she was contending with, was that Gale climbed the stairs only a step or two behind her.

"Hey." Kelly agitatedly quipped. "What's with you? What in the world are you doing up here? Didn't you just hear me tell you that I would call down, and give you the all clear when I'm done?"

"Yes..." Gale nonchalantly countered, as she briskly stepped in, and manfully enfolded that ever so scrumptious husband of hers in a passionate embrace. "And, if you really want to know what's up," she brazenly declared, "this is." Having said that, Gale proceeded on to plant a torrid lip-lock on those quivering lips of that 'girlfriend' of hers in a manner that left little doubt to her intentions.

"Gale." Kelly gasped, even as she became aware of the fact that her wife was in the process of unbuttoning the shimmering electric blue satin blouse that those heels of hers had saw fit to adorn her with. "What the hell's going on here? Are you actually doing what I think you're doing?"

Lifting her lips from off of Kelly's neck, Gale, who was well on the way to becoming thoroughly turned-on herself, sensually purred, "If you want to know if I'm seducing you, than the answer is yes. I'm seducing you." Then, after taking time to plant another tender lover's nibble-kiss somewhere around the mid point of Kelly's aristocratic neck, Gale softly murmured, "And, to answer that other question of yours, I'll have you know, missy, that contrary to what you might think, I know exactly what I doing. <kiss> Look. <kiss> I know you've always longed for me to one day become your lesbian lover. Well, <kiss> guess what, sweetcheeks, <kiss> it looks as if today's your lucky day." <kiss>

A few short minutes following that sexually charged exchange, Gale, with teasing caresses deliberately directed at several of that 'girlfriend' of hers erogenous zones, completely the seductive removal of Kelly's clothing. Whereupon Kelly, playing the part of the gentleman she could not at that point in the proceedings lay any claim to being, returned the favor, disrobing Gale as adroitly as Gale had disrobed her. Then, once they were both bare ass naked, Gale gently guided Kelly towards the open invitation of their awaiting bed.

Having turned back the covers to reveal the inviting opulence of a gleaming set of copper colored satin sheets, Gale turned; took both of Kelly's hands in her own, and with a huge shit-eating grin spreading impishly across her face, began to back herself onto the bed. As she did so, she drew that 'girlfriend' of hers along with her. A moment more and the two of them lay entwine within the erotic wonderment of one another's loving embrace.

With a cautionary word to Kelly that she was do nothing; save to kick back and enjoy herself, Gale began to lay siege to several of her lesbian lover's erogenous zones. Going with what she was familiar with, aware that it was by far the best foreplay that she herself had ever experienced, Gale tactfully adopted Dennis' very own game plan. Starting with a varied arsenal of oral techniques, techniques that included, but where not limited to kisses, both standard and of the French variety, tongue swirls, teasing sucks and gently executed nibbles, Gale seesawed back and forth between Kelly's neck and lips. However, just to spice things up and keep that new lesbian lover-girl of hers sexually off balance, Gale would occasionally make a side excursion in order to bring those oral administrations of hers to bear on one or another of Kelly's ever so femininely sculptured ears.

Concurrently, Gale, employing the dexterous fingers of her right hand, opened up a second front, as she began to fondle, caress and otherwise stimulate the nipple and corresponding areola of first one, and then the other of her 'girlfriends' ample breasts. Sometimes, when sifting from one teat to the other, Gale would extend her hand downwards, where upon she would use the tips of those well manicured fingernails of hers to delicately trace an ascending path along the inner run of one or another of Kelly's ever so shapely thighs. Reaching Kelly's taint, Gale, who was keenly aware of the teasingly tortuously nature of such a maneuver, would allow her index finger to traverse along one side of the multiple lip-folds of Kelly's vaginal orifice, while her middle finger traversed along the other. Comb-like, she would then draw her fingertips through the tamed and nicely defined curlicued mat of her husband's honey blonde pussy. Passing over Kelly's quivering lower abdomen, Gale would continue to draw her devilishly tapered nails over that new lesbian lover of hers taught little tummy, eventually returning once again to the maddening erotic summit of one or the other of Kelly's exquisitely sculptured chest protrusions.

When Gale reached what she jokingly thought of as the Goldilocks Point in the proceedings, with that guesstimated debarkation point being arrive at neither to soon, nor to late, she opted to up the ante by moving on to Phase II. Putting the kibosh on Phase I with what can only be described as the most impassioned French kiss of the evening up to that point, Gale, with all the grace and agility of a prima ballerina, fluidly shifted position. Without missing a beat, those luscious, love-giving lips of Gale's enthusiastically homed in on the arousal trigger of Kelly's left teat. Not to be left out of the equation, her hand, supplanted as it was by her oral ministrations, concurrently shifted down to tease, and titillate first one, and then the other of the erogenous zones locate along the run of Kelly's magnificently sculpted inner thighs.

With a whimper and a wince, Kelly giddily exclaimed, "Oh, my God, Gale. That feels absolutely wonderful.

"You have no idea how fantastic that feels..."

Gale, who knew exactly how it felt to have someone attend to those marvelous erogenous zones of hers, since there was nothing to gain by pointing out the utter absurdity of her husband's ill conceived assertion, elected to let it stand unchallenged.

Then, just when Kelly thought it could not get any better, it did.

Felling what she supposed was the tip of Gale's middle finger ever so dexterously being inserted within the rearmost confines of her satin slick pussy, Kelly's body involuntarily shuddered with the wanton expectations of what was to come.

With her index and ring fingers acting as assisting flankers, in that they were positioned in such a way as to traced dual paths along the outer rim of the multiple lip folds of her husband's crevasse crease, Gale began to slowly draw her middle finger upwards. Then, pulling off a move than bordered on the sadistic, Gale, having gauged the depth of her middle fingers passage with cunning accuracy, barely grazed the elusive nub of Kelly's clitoral prominence ere her finger completed its initial transit of her husband's honey pot.

Having received the merest hint of what was to come, Kelly's body bucked. It shimmied. It shook.

Gasping, in a desperate effort to catch her breath, she moaned. She groaned. She wailed. She whimpered.

Gale, aware that she was on the verge of turning her feminized husband into a fully credentialed, sex crazed pillow eater, inwardly smiled as she deftly repeated the titillating maneuver. Having repeated the stratagem several more times, and guesstimating that she had once again reached the Goldiloocks Point, Gale settled in for the long haul. That is to say that she brought the terminus of her middle finger to bear on the object of her endeavors, with that object being none other than the elusive nub of Kelly's clit.

Oddly enough, while Gale had made the conscious decision to engage in a lesbian tryst which that sexpot of a husband of hers while the two of them were at the steakhouse earlier that evening, she had yet come to any conclusion concerning the cunnilingus issue. All throughout the evening, she continued to waffle, one minute thinking that she could, and the next, admitting to herself that she couldn't. Though she dearly wanted to go down on that 'girlfriend' of hers, aware of the massive amounts of orgasmic pleasure she derived whenever Dennis went down on her, Gale was not sure that when push came to shove, she would actually be able to stifle those well-entrenched inhibitions of hers.

Sometimes it is really funny the way things work themselves out. Take for example Gale's indecisiveness over the issue of her functioning as the instigator of lesbian oral sex. There she was, wanting in the worst way to be able to do something that she knew husband would not only thoroughly enjoy, but really appreciate on one hand, yet seriously doubting she would ever be able to actually do it on the other. Then, all of sudden, without any conscious decision on her part, Gale, spurred on by her love, as she was, once again shifted position. Moving into the splay of those lovely long legs of Kelly's, Gale eagerly maneuvered her head in such a way so as to bring her lips and tongue to bear on Kelly's clitoris.

Oddly enough, well before her tongue actually made physical contact with Kelly's clit, the poignant fragrance of her husband's love juices filled her nasal cavities, enticing her even more so with the erotic nature of their carnal bouquet. As intoxicatingly sensual as Gale found the scent of her lover-girl's vaginal secretions, contrary to what she had so erroneously believe before, she found that the taste of those very same juices was like sweet ambrosia to that darting, flicking and caressing tongue hers.

What Gale did not know, nor would she ever come to realize, the heels had done a little tinkering. Working in conjunction with the magical wherewithal that they had replicated in Dennis, and were even them beginning the process of replicating the very same magical potential within Gale herself, had made a few subtle modifications in some of the subsystems of Kelly's girlish reproductive system. What the heels had done, was to make Kelly's self-lubricating secretions erotically pleasing to both Gale's sense of taste and smell. They also went the extra mile in fulfilling their prime directive to make Dennis' life as happy and rewarding as they could. They accomplished this by rendering Kelly's love juices to be highly addictive. One whiff, one smell, and Gale was hooked. The heels had in effect, turned her into a love juicy junky. Often, in the days to come, whenever Dennis would kid his wife with respect to how much Gale seemed to relish the idea of being the instigator of lesbian based oral sex, she would sarcastic offer the retort, "Gale is my name. Cunnilingus is my game."

Kelly had assumed that being the recipient of cunnilingus was on par with being the recipient fellatio. Fully aware of just how much more sexual pleasure could be derived from a blow-job over a hand-job, Kelly thought herself prepared for the rather substantial increase in the amounts of carnal gratification she would receive should Gale ever see her way clear to going down on her. However, as the tip of her wife's tongue teasingly made its first swipe about the elusive nub of her clitoral protrusion, Kelly knew that her assumptions were all wrong. Fellatio, as fantastic as it was, paled in comparison to cunnilingus.

The second swipe of Gale's salvia slick tongue turned Kelly into a wanton hussy. The third, a riving primordial she-beast, who craved the gushing surge of orgasmic fulfillment.

Kelly moaned. She screamed. She cried. She squealed. She screeched, over and over and over again, beseeching the Almighty on High to grant her the orgasmic succor she so desperately sought.

Her body squirmed. It shivered. It shook. It bucked. It was repeatedly racked with the spasms of pre-orgasmic splendor, as the pure, unadulterated essence of unimagined ecstasy coursed and cavorted within her, ricocheting and rebounding in a kaleidoscoping cacophony of erotic fury.

Gale, in an almost sadistic way, was thoroughly enamored with the impish notion of what she was doing to that sexually transmogrified husband of hers. Loving the way that 'girlfriend' of hers responded, Gale began to playfully experiment, as she started to intersperse those initial tongue swirls of hers with gentle nibbles, and at times, lust infused little puckering lip-sucks.

Endeavoring to employ the very same oral techniques that Dennis used on her, Gale managed to pace herself; there by prolonging the blissful agony and the excruciating ecstasy that comprised the welling overture to Kelly's orgasmic ascendancy. Then, upon becoming aware that the crescendo point was at hand, Gale, with one decisive last flick of her tongue, opened the floodgates on Kelly's orgasmic ressivor, there by triggering the gushing and tumultuous release of one tsunami-like orgasmic spasm after another.

 

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Though it took a good while before Kelly found either the desire or the physical wherewithal within herself to say anything that even came close to resembling cohesive speech, she finally managed to coo, "Gale... Look... I know how hard that was for you to do something like that to me, and I just want you to know that I really, really appreciate it."

"Oh." Gale, in a coquettish tone of voice, casually responded. "So, I take it that you liked it?"

"Liked it? I loved it. I absolutely loved it." Kelly squealed with unfettered delight.

"I mean, I can't begin to tell you how fantastic it felt, when you did what you did to me just now."

"Oh!" Gale voice conveyed a note of sarcasm. "Now, isn't that something. My husband actually enjoys having that pretty little pussy of his eaten out.

"So," Gale coyly continued, "how 'bout it? Do you think that you might be interested in incorporating something such as that into our regular love-making sessions?"

"Gale, are you pulling my pud? Or, are you being totally serious about all of this?" Kelly, frantic to know the answer, clamored.

"Oh," Gale chuckled, "fear not lover-girl. I'm about as serious as serious can be.

"So, I guess what I'm saying is: if you want me to be your lesbian lover, as well as your wife, Kell, I'm up for it if you are?"

"That's fantastic." Kelly gleefully exclaimed.

"But," Kelly voice suddenly took on an ominous tone, "are you sure you can handle the oral sex business? And the reason I ask is because now that I've had, shall we say, a taste of what's it's like - Pardon the pun. - I'm going to want more. Truth be told, I'm going to want a lot more. So, I just want to make sure that you're going to be able to handle it."

"Oh, if that's what you're worried about, Kell, don't. Now, that I had, as you so rightly put it, a taste of it, I can assure you that you needn't worry that pretty head of yours about it.

"In other words, sweetcheeks, your wife is now an unabashed, self-proclaimed pussy-eater, albeit a rookie one that.

"However, you might as well know, given that I've always been considered a fast learner, plus the fact that I've got an great instructor, who I think I can rely on you to show me the ropes, I don't plan on being a rookie for long. In fact, I have high hopes of one day being able to actually teach my teacher some of the finer points involved in giving his lady love a good and proper tongue-lashing.

"So, tell you what, Kell. As soon as you think you've recuperated enough, I think it would be nice were you to return the favor, and do unto me as I just did unto you..."

  

  

  

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