Fletchina Archer - Psychic Detective

“Yes. But I’m guessing you never needed them. You’re tight and firm everywhere.”

They both ordered salads with dressing on the side.

“Jeff is going to be home tonight. So he says. Why don’t you come over after work? If he’s not there we can make love. If he is there, we can make love and see if he wants to join us. What say?”

“Well, that’s subtle. Okay for the first part. If he’s not there. But we need to figure out what to do in case he is there. How would that go?”

“Why don’t I tell him that you and I are lovers? We’ll see how he responds.”

“Ummm. We shouldn’t let him determine what we do by his response.”

They were silent when the waitress brought their salads to the booth.

“Okay, he may be hurt, or he may like it. Let’s say it’s one of those two. If he’s hurt, then what?” Deep in thought, Ronda nibbled on a lettuce leaf.

“Then you explain that it’s because he doesn’t pay any attention to you.”

“Suppose he likes it?”

“Then you invite him to join us.” Angela dripped some dressing onto the rest of her salad.

“Then what?” Ronda speared another lettuce leaf.

“You say you never masturbated in front of him?”

“Right.”

“How about him?”

“What?”

“Did you ever see him masturbate?”

“No. Does he?”

“Yes.”

“How do you…oh…”

“Yes.”

“I’ll bet he was thinking of you.”

“He was looking at a photograph of you. Fully dressed.”

Ronda blushed. “Really?”

“It’s in the report. So let’s do this. You go into the bedroom and take off your clothes. I’ll lead him up there. By the time we get there, you be masturbating. Let him see you playing with yourself. If I get some message that it won’t work, I’ll let you know, okay? I’ll be sensing what he’s thinking and I’ll let you know.”

“Then what?”

“If he’s getting aroused, I’ll undress him. You’ll be able to watch. Then…”

“We can’t plan this all, that’s enough. We’ll let it develop from there. We’re just going to play it by ear mostly.”

“But tell me now if you don’t want him to fuck me.”

“Oh, I do. Like I said, you’re not going to be getting a big thrill. A big cock, yes, but not a big thrill. I’ll be the one getting the thrill when he’s fucking you. How perverted is that? Anyway, the main thing is knowing what’s going on.”

“Do you usually get on top of him?”

“No. If he fucks me at all, he just fucks me and comes and that’s it. If I want to come, I wait ‘til he’s gone and do it myself. But it’s been a long time since even that happened.”

“Okay, would you mind if I got on top of him?”

“No. I’ll hold his cock for you.”

They both startled when the waitress said, “Are you ready for the check or will you try one of our desserts?” And they were both wet with anticipation.

Angela was accustomed to walking into the Mayan house when she knew that Ronda was expecting her.

“Oh, hi.” Jeff was sitting in one of the velvet easy chairs reading a financial newspaper. “Ronda said you might come by. She’ll be down in a minute. Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?”

Angela sat at one end of the couch. “No thanks. How’s business? You’re in business, aren’t you?”

His mind was full of charts and tables. Commodity prices in Europe, Asia, Latin America. Soybean crops in Brazil. Corn futures in Iowa…

“Yeah, Bowman, Lyons and Heartland. Can’t complain. Same ol’, same ol’…” When Jeff began to sputter Angela turned to look at the stairway where his eyes were fixed.

Ronda filled his mind. A collage of her at twenty, thirty, now-naked, clothed.

Ronda’s bare leg flashed through the opening of the sarong loosely tied over her hips, her feet seemingly barely touching the floor. Not quite covering her breasts was an almost see-through white top she had tied well above her navel. Ronda floated across the room to the couch where she sat and stretched her bare legs out to Angela and rested her feet on Angela’s lap as the sarong fell open to reveal her bare thigh.

Jeff sputtered again. “What’s-”

“Angela and I are lovers.” Ronda looked from Angela to Jeff and back as she opened her legs and put her hand on her flourishing dark pubic hair.

Angela stroked Ronda’s bare foot and looked at Jeff. Jeff looked from Ronda to Angela, his mouth open.

Images of Angela naked came to the center of his mind. Angela with full pubic hair, Ronda with none. Embracing, kissing. Jeff embracing them both…

Angela nodded to Ronda.

With a flip of the wrist Ronda’s sarong fell open to reveal her luxuriant pubic hair as she stretched one leg up over the back of the couch to open her vagina to her touch. “We want you to join us.”

Jeff’s imagined his erect cock entering Ronda. Angela’s breasts suspended in front of Jeff as he fucked Ronda. Jeff looking at Angela’s naked body.

“I only want you.” Jeff was sputtering.

“Well, I want Angela.”

While Ronda continued to stroke her labia with her right hand, she untied the knot that held her top together with her left hand to let the tails of the top fall from her firm breasts.

“And you can have us both. But we’re going upstairs to bed. Now.” As Ronda stood, her top and the sarong fell to the floor. She faced Jeff naked.

“You look so womanly.”

“I thought you liked me bare.”

“You are such a beautiful woman. I like you the way you are. All woman. Hair and all.”

Ronda raised her arms above her head and turned in a pirouette in front of Jeff.

“And if I had my way, you wouldn’t shave your armpits either.”

Ronda lowered her arms and went flat-footed. “Yuck.”

Angela stifled a laugh and stood up beside Ronda. Hand in hand they went upstairs where Ronda lay on the bed to explore herself while Angela removed her clothes in her usual careful way.

When Jeff came in he was naked and had a mighty erection.

Ronda drew up her knees and said, “Come to me, my stallion. Give me that cock.”

Her face contorted with pleasure as he thrust deep into her. Angela sat beside the coupling pair and put a hand on Jeff’s butt as if to steer it in and out. He moaned and rolled to his side, his cock half the size and shiny with come.

“That was fast.” Disappointment showed in Ronda’s voice.

“Don’t worry, lover. He’s not getting off that easily.” Angela bent over him, her hand grasping his cock, stroking it. As it began showing signs of revival, Angela took it into her mouth and continued to stroke it with her hand. Ronda leaned over Jeff’s face and, cupping her breast in her hand, put the nipple into his mouth.

Angela ministered to Jeff’s cock until it was telephone pole rigid. Then she lifted one leg over him and paused. “You want to help me here?”

Ronda took the cue and grasped Jeff’s penis to guide it into Angela’s cunt. Angela lowered herself ever so slowly onto the aroused cock. She took him into her a quarter of an inch at a time. She began to sway back and forth, moving just her hips, and then she stopped and seemed to be motionless except for a slight rippling of her butt muscles.

“What are you doing?” Ronda asked.

“Ask him.”

“Aaaah. She’s…she’s…pulling my cock into her…pulsing her cunt around me… I’ve never felt…”

“I’m giving him the Kegel squeeze, the vaginal vise grip.”

Jeff thrust into her and she resumed her thrusting back and forth on him. Ronda knelt beside Jeff facing Angela and kissed her long and hard on the lips. Then she moved her face down to suck Angela’s nipples. Angela began to sigh with pleasure as Jeff pushed deep into her.

“Can I have some of that?” Ronda asked.

“Help yourself,” Angela said, dismounting. “This time, I’ll guide the cock.” Angela held Jeff’s shining cock while Ronda mounted him.

“Hey, don’t I get any say in this?”

“No.” Both women spoke decisively. Then they both laughed.

“Relax and enjoy, honey. Most men would give their left ball to be where you are now. Just enjoy us.”

Ronda took his cock into her and looked at Angela. “Oh, girlfriend, you were so right. This is the way to do it. He does have a big cock, though, doesn’t he?”

“It’s been a long time since anyone fucked me.”

“That’s right, fuck me, lover. Give it to me.” Jeff arched his back and thrust his cock deep into his wife.

“But yes, he has a beautiful cock.”

“Beautiful?”

“Well, all cocks are not created equal. But stop talking and fuck him, girlfriend.”

Ronda lifted herself so Jeff’s cock slid almost out of her. Angela grasped the shaft as Ronda’s cunt was about to clear the head and held it for Ronda to plunge down on again. Angela moved her hand and began to massage Ronda’s clitoris as she fucked Jeff.

“That’s it, lover. Don’t stop.”

Neither of her lovers stopped until Ronda groaned with pleasure and slipped off Jeff’s cock.

Angela mounted him again and leaned forward until she felt the shaft of his cock rubbing her clitoris in just the right place. Then she increased the pace of her thrusts until an orgasm started deep in her cunt and radiated out to vibrate the rest of her body in its own harmony as she came with a groan that became a shout.

Ronda grasped Jeff’s cock in her left hand and guided it into her still twitching cunt and began to ride him until Jeff groaned and his penis fell flaccid from her cunt. Disappointed, she dismounted.

“Your turn, girlfriend.” Ronda indicated Jeff’s penis.

“No, your turn. Let him be for a while. Come let me take care of you.”

Ronda rolled over Jeff’s body to lie beside Angela. The two embraced and kissed while Angela began rotating a fingertip around Ronda’s engorged clitoris. Just as Ronda’s clitoris began to pulse and her mind opened with desire, Angela began to stroke the underside of the magic button until Ronda’s thighs began to shudder. Angela kissed her hard and moved her finger up to circle her clitoris again to prolong the anticipation. When Ronda’s stomach began to quake, Angela moved her finger between her labia and gently stretched one of them, and then the other, before putting three fingers where Jeff’s cock had been, and then only one to massage her cervix. Ronda gasped with pleasure.