Sharing Zara

Sharing Zara.

My wife and I had often talked about having another woman join us in the bedroom. We'd talked about it, thought about it and even fantasized that someone was with us as we made love, so there was no doubt for either of us that we were serious about it, but we'd never taken it any further. There were a couple of reasons why we said we wanted to do it and a couple more why we hadn't pushed it. Probably the main reason why we wanted to try it is simply that Carol had long admitted to being bi-curious, but she said that she didn't have the nerve to do anything about it on her own, and I must admit that I quite liked the thought of watching her with another girl. The second reason was, I think, that both of us simply wanted to try it merely for a bit of variety. We didn't want our sex life to go flat.

The main reasons why we hadn't? Well firstly, neither of us were quite certain of the effect on our relationship. We were almost convinced that experimentation would improve things for us, but the significant word there was 'almost'. Secondly, and probably more importantly, where the hell do you go to find a willing partner? We daren't approach any of our female friends because that would leave us open to ridicule if they said no and we just couldn't see ourselves inviting a stranger into our bedroom, and so the whole thing remained an unfulfilled fantasy, regrettably one that we believed would probably remain that way. So we sort of put the idea on the back burner and forgot about it pending a solution.

But then completely unexpectedly that solution presented itself much closer to home than we'd ever imagined. Carol had been taking an art course at the local community centre and, as the end of the course approached, all the students decided to have a night out together to celebrate. They all went for a meal before going on clubbing and, as you might expect, one drink led to another until at least three of the girls were completely out of it. Carol brought one of the casualties, Zara, back to our place to sober up a little before she could be escorted back home, and that's when things began to get interesting.

I had met Zara before through her knowing Carol, but never as more than a passing acquaintance and I'd not really taken much notice of her. Not, I must add, because she wasn't a looker. With a beautifully proportioned figure and a gorgeous smile she was definitely that, but I just hadn't looked at her that way. She was Carol's friend after all. This time she was sprawled drunkenly on our sofa with her legs wide apart, showing pink panties from under her short party skirt, and so I was almost forced to take notice of her. I don't think it was deliberate, but it became so obvious that Carol felt obliged to say something.

'You're showing Scott a bit more than you think.' Carol told her tactfully, looking meaningfully from Zara's face to her underwear.

'Oh, I don't care.' Zara replied drunkenly, briefly spreading her legs even wider. 'He can look all he wants. I don't mind.'

'You're not being very fair though, are you?'

'Why'zat?' Zara asked, slurring the words, before continuing with sudden mistaken understanding. 'Oh, you mean because I've got my panties covering it? I'll take them off if you like.'

'No, I don't mean that.' Carol rolled her eyes at me and then went on. 'You're showing things that aren't on offer.'

'Yes they are.' Zara's voice rose defiantly. 'Who says they aren't? If he wasn't married to you he could have me right now, I'd like that. In fact, he could have me married or not. And so could you for that matter, I'd like to try it with a woman.'

All this was spoken in an inebriated slur by a girl who hadn't got a clue what she was saying and so we didn't take her too seriously, even though alcohol releases inhibitions and truth often tumbles out. We didn't push it and after a while, and several cups of coffee, she closed her legs to sit more primly and the subject was forgotten. Then, when she could actually stand up without fear of falling over, I walked her back home, her apartment being literally only around the corner. She didn't actually make a pass at me, but when we reached her home she did smile and blow me an exaggerated kiss as she staggered through her front door. I smiled back and left it at that, wondering to myself how she would feel in the morning if she remembered anything of what she'd said.

'Scott, do you think she knew what she was saying?' Carol asked me when I got back.

'I doubt it.' I replied, not thinking much about any implications.

'Hmm,' Carol thought about it. 'If she did, do you think she meant it?'

'What, about going to bed with either of us?'

'Yes.' Carol answered simply, then. 'Would you like to go to bed with her?'

I could suddenly see where this was heading. 'It's a nice idea, but I doubt it very much if she was serious. All sorts of things are said when you're drunk that you wish you could take back when the haze clears.'

It really was a nice idea though, both women are beautiful, but in different ways. For one thing Zara is a few years younger than either of us, somewhere in her early to mid-twenties I suppose, and while Carol is tall and willowy Zara is a couple of inches shorter but with a gorgeously curvy figure. The most obvious difference is that Carol has green eyes and a tumble of red hair while Zara has very dark short brown hair, nearly black, and warm brown eyes. Just as she'd said she wouldn't say no to me I knew I certainly wouldn't say no to her, it all depended on if she meant it and what Carol thought of it.

What Carol thought soon became clear when she said. 'I think I'll ring her in the morning to see if she's all right, and maybe see what she remembers.'

'Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?' I asked, already knowing what the answer must be.

But Carol never got the chance to ring Zara, because her phone rang almost as soon as she switched it on in the morning. As soon as she saw who was calling she put it on speakerphone. 'Can you forgive me if I say I'm sorry?' Zara's rather subdued voice asked.

'What for?' Carol asked, wanting to be sure what Zara meant.

'For what I said last night.' Zara replied. 'I really am sorry.'

'What, for saying you fancy Scott?' Carol asked. 'Don't be silly, what girl wouldn't?'

I preened at that comment, what man wouldn't? I kept quiet and listened as Zara explained to Carol that she'd had far too much to drink and that nobody should take what she said when she was drunk too seriously. I grinned when Carol wickedly pretended annoyance that Zara didn't fancy me after all, and then I had to stop myself laughing when an uncomfortable Zara tried to explain that she did fancy me but that she wouldn't try it on with me behind Carol's back. Carol, never one to let go once she has hold, promptly countered by asking 'so you'd do it in front of me?' Zara wriggled on the hook, trying very hard to come up with an answer to that one, so much so that Carol finally burst out laughing and told her not to worry about wanting me and that she was only winding her up. There was a long silence as Zara tried to digest that piece of information and then she eventually asked if Carol and I were still friends with her. Yes, of course, she was told, so why didn't she come around for coffee the next evening - no alcohol, a still giggling Carol added.

When she'd got off the phone Carol turned to me and said something really unexpected. 'You see, she does want to bed you or she wouldn't have agreed to come round so easily after what I said to her. When she comes around see if you can seduce her.'

I sat there in stunned silence for a minute or two. 'You mean that?'

'Yes, we've talked about it often enough, so let's see if we can make something happen.' Carol was clearly serious. 'Push your luck, see how far she'll let you go with me there. I'm pretty sure it'll be further than you think.'

'All the way?' I know she'd often expressed a fantasy of seeing me with another woman, but I was just making certain.

'Yes, all the way.' She nodded and smiled her confirmation. 'Come on Scott, don't chicken out, this is likely to be the best chance we'll get.'

But then I had to ask. 'Carol, what about you? Wouldn't you like to try it on with her? I know you've said you want to do it with another girl.'

'Yes, I do, but I'm not sure Zara does. I think she said that out of bravado, so let's play that one by ear.' She paused. 'I guess it depends how you get on with me present. If she'll go for that she'll probably go for me joining in.'

When Zara arrived the following evening she looked far nicer than the drunken woman I'd seen last. I was pretty sure that she'd made a deliberate attempt to counter the wanton slut impression she'd given before and she'd succeeded. In her chocolate brown silk blouse and pale oatmeal slacks she looked a picture of sensual sophistication. Trying to seduce her would be a pleasure. I just had no real idea how to set about it.

We ushered her through into the lounge where both Carol and I sat in the armchairs, leaving her no choice but to sit on the couch. Then, as soon as she was settled I got up to make some coffee and purposely left the two women to chat. I know Carol was intending to put Zara at ease, assuring her that neither of us had taken offence at her drunken remarks and that instead we'd both took them as very flattering.

'So you see, no apology is necessary.' She was telling a nervously smiling Zara as I came back. 'I'm not the jealous sort, so I've no problem with you fancying Scott.'

'What about you Scott?' Zara asked quietly as I sat back down. 'Have you forgiven me?'

I shook my head. 'There's nothing to forgive. You're a very attractive girl and it's nice to know that someone like you could fancy me.' I smiled wistfully and sighed, adding deliberately. 'If only you thought so sober.'

'But I...' She clammed up, suddenly realising what she had nearly said. But it was already enough as far as I was concerned to tell me that she was seducible.

I stood up, ostensibly to close the door, but on the way back I stopped to stand behind Zara. I reached over the back of the couch and placed my hands on her shoulders. 'Just so you know,' I told her quietly. 'I was very tempted by what you said the other night.'

Even from my position above and behind her I saw Zara stiffen and her head shoot around to look to see if Carol had heard.

Carol had, and she smiled at us. 'See, I told you. We both were.'

I deliberately let my hands linger on Zara's shoulders and waited until she tipped her head back to look up at me and then, with her neck stretched back, I very gently ran my fingers up either side of her throat to behind her ears. Now that is always guaranteed to turn Carol on and I just hoped it would have the same effect on Zara.

'You've got a lovely smooth neck.' I complimented her, partly as flattery but partly to give myself an excuse for touching her.

At first wild anxious eyes stared up at me, not quite sure what I was up to or how far I intended to go, but she didn't try to stop me and slowly but surely she relaxed and let me gently stroke her skin, her hands resting rather nervously on her lap. Her gaze soon switched to Carol, looking to see what my wife was making of my actions. She was just watching quietly and certainly not giving any indication of disapproval, and so Zara simply let me continue. She even made no objection when I began to let my fingertips roam a little further down her front, softly pushing their way under the collar of her blouse. I didn't try to push my luck too far, I restricted myself to the first inch or two under her clothing, pausing just enough for her to sense my intentions and stop me or let me carry on. She was, it seemed, just as susceptible to gentle fingertips as Carol and so I smiled both inwards and outwardly. She wasn't baulking at what I was doing and she didn't seem too fazed by Carol's presence, so maybe things would go our way.

Time, I thought, to take things a little further, and so I let my fingers explore deeper under her blouse until they were stroking the top curves of her breasts. I must admit that I was getting very turned on now by the feel of her skin and I could hear that being reflected in my breathing, and I didn't think I was the only one. Zara looked down at what I was doing but she made no objection, not even when I ventured far enough to trace the top edge of her bra. I looked across at Carol wondering how she was taking it, only to see her watching me with rapt attention, leaning forward in her seat as if itching to join in. Time for that later, I hoped.

I did now to Zara exactly as I had so often done to Carol, caressing the swell of her breasts and letting my fingertips trail back up so that I could gently stroke her neck from her jawline to her ears and back again before once more diving into her blouse to do the same to the tops of her breasts. The advantage of this, as far as I was concerned, was that I could dip a little further into her bra each time without it being too obvious. Of course, sooner or later she must catch on to what I was doing, but by then she would, hopefully, be too aroused by my actions to protest. I was doing exactly what Carol had wanted me to, trying my best to seduce Zara, and so far it seemed to be working.

If she had caught on then she must have decided not to show it because eventually my questing fingertips found her nipple, but then far from protesting I just heard a little catch in Zara's breath and felt her stiffen slightly before she relaxed again and let me continue. Suddenly she turned her head towards Carol and spoke for the first time since I'd touched her neck. 'You did mean it, didn't you?' She asked, almost pleading for reassurance.

'Oh yes, I meant it.' Carol responded with a smile.

I could tell for sure that Zara was getting turned on now, not just because of her passive acceptance of what I was doing but because her already long nipples were hard and engorged, and because of the way she let out a sigh of pleasure as my fingers began to gently play with them. I was still standing behind her and leaning over the back of the couch and now she looked up at me and gave a little smile as if to encourage me. I smiled back and took the opportunity to take my hands from her bra and begin to undo her blouse. Once again she just allowed me to continue, still looking up at me and with her hands still resting passively in her lap, until I'd unfastened it all the way down and pushed it open to reveal her white half-cup bra.

'You want us to do it, don't you?' She whispered.

'Yes.' I told her quietly.

'With Carol watching?' She asked.

'Perhaps doing more than just watching.' I answered, anxiously hoping that my words wouldn't kill the mood. I needn't have worried, she simply smiled again and nodded. 'Yes.' She said almost inaudibly.

Now I had to make my move. I walked quietly around the couch and sat next to Zara, draping an arm around her shoulder and then, with my other hand, gently turning her face towards me and leaning in for a kiss. This was the moment, if she accepted my kiss it was all systems go.

She did more than just accept it, she turned towards me, actively kissing me as much as I kissed her. And the kiss was superb, her lips were full and soft and her partially opened mouth welcomed my tongue with her own. We pulled back for just a moment in mutual surprise and then we both came back for more, embracing and sharing the most passionate of kisses. They was the most full on first kisses I've ever had with anyone, and I knew then that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. My hand had already gone around Zara's back beneath her blouse and so, after a quick glance at my wife to make sure all was still well with her, I unhooked her bra and pushed it up out of the way, my hand finding and fondling her breasts. Zara sighed very softly with pleasure and put her hand over mine, pressing it firmly onto her breast, squeezing my fingers to give herself enjoyment.

'It would be easier without your blouse.' I told her between kisses and after a few enthusiastic minutes.

I felt her stiffen slightly and twist in my arms as if trying to turn away from me and I thought for a minute that I'd pushed too hard too quickly. I loosened my embrace to let her move away if that's what she wanted, but all she wanted to do was to look across at Carol for permission. Then having found reassurance in Carol's smile she pulled free and shook both her blouse and her bra from her shoulders, returning into my arms naked to the waist. Now I could run my hands over her skin, stroking and caressing her back as well as playing with her breasts, making both of us begin to breath heavily with arousal.

'How about you?' She asked me huskily, tugging gently at my shirt.

I nodded, knowing what she wanted. I wanted more. I looked into her face. 'How about everything?'

Her eyes widened in surprise and she sat motionless for a few seconds, then, 'Everything?'

'Everything.' I confirmed, untangling myself and standing. 'All three of us.'

There was another longer pause while she digested that before a smile found its way onto her mouth and she stood up. 'Why not.'

We gazed into each other's eyes as we both undressed, dropping our clothes into a single heap on the floor, then when we were both naked I stood and gazed openly at Zara, taking in her beauty from firm full breasts each with a engorged nipple seated in a large dark areole, past a just slightly rounded stomach to her strong shapely legs, taking in the trimmed pubic mound as my eyes roamed over her.

'You're beautiful.' I told her, meaning it and knowing that Carol wouldn't disagree.

I took her hands in mine and pulled her to me, my erection pressing against her stomach as we kissed once more. It felt wonderful to hold her naked body against me, her skin against my skin and her hardened nipples pressing into my chest. Over her shoulder I could see that Carol had also stood up and had done the same thing, silently undressing so that she was now standing naked behind us.

'Don't you think Carol deserves a kiss?' I asked Zara softly.

Zara started slightly, almost as if she had forgotten Carol's presence, and for a moment a look of panic crossed her face. 'I've never kissed a girl.' She whispered.

'Neither has Carol, but she wants to.' I told her. 'And so do you.

I could see in her expression that she had acknowledged the truth of that to herself and slowly she swung round to hold out her hands to Carol, who responded by taking them in her own. They looked at each other silently, each plucking up the courage to do what they both knew they wanted to, and then Zara pulled Carol towards her. They wrapped their arms around each other and held each other tight, eyes searching eyes until Carol dipped her head and kissed Zara gently on the lips. The ice was broken and Zara responded, pulling Carols face down into a full on and very long passionate kiss. I was enjoying watching my wife delight in her very first proper lesbian kiss and it seemed to last forever before they came up for air, each holding the other at arm's length and smiling wildly.

'I've wanted to do that for ages.' Carol gasped.

'We're not going to stop at that, are we?' Zara asked, equally breathless.

I knew that all barriers were down the minute she said that and that we could all enjoy each other without fear of being rejected. It was time to move things along.

'I hope not.' I interjected. 'Shall we go through to the bedroom.'

Carol took Zara's hand and led the way into the bedroom with me following and watching two lovely bottoms sway their way through the door - and sporting one hell of a hard on. Carol stopped just inside the bedroom door, showing off our king-size bed with a sweep of her arm.

'Oh yes, room for three.' Zara giggled.

We all scrambled impatiently onto the bed with Carol in the middle on her back and Zara and I either side of her propped up on one elbow. We hadn't planned that arrangement, it just seemed to happen. But then we seemed to come to a dead stop, each of us gazing at the others and hesitating to be the one to start things off.

'How far can we go?' Zara asked, her eyes registering her nervous excitement as they flitted from me to Carol and back.

'As far as you like.' I told her. 'No limits.'

Her eyes switched to Carol who smiled her agreement. 'Definitely.'

It was Zara who made the first physical move, reaching out for Carol's breast, squeezing and massaging the firm flesh. I was a second or two behind, a little surprised at Zara's readiness, but then doing the same to Carol's other one, all three of us smiling at each other with pleasure. Carol threaded her arms around our shoulders, surrendering herself to our joint attentions.

It was so nice to have Zara with me playing with my wife's breasts, hearing her sighs of pleasure as we played, squeezing them or tugging at her nipples. From time to time we would kiss, either Zara or myself leaning down to kiss Carol or across her to kiss each other. We carried on doing just that for a little while, enjoying the almost romantic sensations until it seemed that we were reluctant to break the spell and go further. But then I noticed Zara's hand finally leave Carol's breast and creep its way slowly down her body, caressing the skin as it went. Carol instinctively knew where Zara was headed and parted her lags in readiness, bending her knees to open them as far as she could.

I felt Carol's grip on my shoulder tighten briefly as we both watched Zara's hand slide over her smoothly shaven mound, making Carol sigh contentedly and let her head drop back as Zara began to investigate her pussy. Both of my wife's familiar breasts were now available to me and so I bent my head to suck on one nipple at the same time as I continued to play with the other one.

'Oh, yes.' Carol whispered softly, enjoying our joint attentions.

I must admit that I could have done with some attention myself, my cock was so hard it was almost painful, but I knew that it would come soon and meanwhile I gazed along Carol's stomach as I sucked her nipple, watching Zara playing with her at the same time. Zara was giving Carol her full attention, gazing at her pussy as she rubbed at her clit, making Carol begin to gasp and writhe sinuously under her touch. Both Carol and Zara were new to girly sex, it was the first time for both of them but that didn't seem to matter and they both seemed instinctively to know how to react. Neither seemed fazed by my witnessing the astonishing sight of another woman masturbating my wife for the first time either. Perhaps they were getting even more aroused because of my presence and participation, I didn't know and I didn't much care, with my lips fastened around Carol's gorgeous nipple I was gazing down the length of Carol's body and watching the rhythmic movement of Zara's knuckles as she tried to make Carol come.

Then Zara abruptly moved her position, sliding down the bed a little, giving herself more freedom of movement. I wondered why for a moment, until I heard the moist sound of her fingers suddenly plunging into Carol's wet pussy.

'Oh my god.' Carol sounded startled by Zara's actions, but she rapidly responded, lifting her pelvis in counterpoint to her thrusts.

It was wonderful to me, I could see Zara's arm pistoning back and forth as she finger fucked Carol. I couldn't see how many fingers she was using but I was certain it was at the very least a couple. However many it was the result was almost instant, Carol was soon panting loudly and gripping my back almost to the point of pain as she ascended her familiar slope to orgasm. I gripped her nipple between lip shielded teeth and pulled, adding to her sensations and helping her over the point of no return.

'Oh god yes, yes, yes,' She called out, repeating the words over and over, louder and louder as she shook and shuddered through her peak, only to collapse back onto the bed as soon as it had finished. She lay there panting for breath and trembling all over while Zara and I looked at each other sharing a silly grin of joint triumph. Neither of us had quite expected the swiftness and fierceness of Carol's climax but we weren't complaining.

'You have no idea how much I've wanted that to happen.' Carol told us, as she struggled to get her breath back. 'I've always wanted a woman to do that to me, but never had the chance before. I want it to happen again now.'

'And I want it to happen to me.' Zara's voice sounded almost imploring.'

'We'd better swap places then.' Carol replied, levering herself into a sitting position.

The two women scrambled to change places so that I found myself looking at my wife across the naked body of our beautiful friend, something I never thought could happen. Zara's arms went around our shoulders and her legs parted, leaving her in an almost starfish like position in readiness.

'Not so fast, I know what I want to do first.' Carol chuckled at Zara's impatience and with that she lowered her head and took one of Zara's long nipples into her mouth, enthusiastically sucking and nibbling at it. I stretched over to play with Zara's other breast, loving the size and firmness of it and the feel of her engorged nipple. I was not going to lean down to it this time, I had that instinctive feeling that Carol had something in mind and I wanted to watch what she would do next. Meantime I just played with Zara's breast, smiling at the look of pure pleasure that her face carried from mine and my wife's actions.

I wasn't mistaken about Carol's intention and I didn't have long to wait because after only a short while she released Zara's nipple and climbed from the bed, walking around to the end and then simply standing and gazing up between Zara's legs at her pussy. I wasn't sure what she was going to do, especially when after a minute or so she climbed onto the bed to kneel between Zara's legs, still staring thoughtfully at her pussy. Then she seemed to make up her mind and she bent down, lowered her face to Zara's pussy and began to tentatively lick her clitoris. That wasn't something I'd foreseen at all, at least not quite so soon, and judging from Zara's gasp of happy surprise neither had she and her grip on my shoulder showed just how much she was enjoying it. Carol soon got over her hesitancy and started to lap eagerly at Zara's button, while Zara and I smiled happily at each other, Zara from what was being done to her and myself from the privilege of watching my wife doing it. All the time Carol and I had talked about inviting another woman to join us I'd envisaged this moment and it was even more of a turn on than I'd imagined.

It wasn't long before Carol lost all her inhibitions as far as another woman was concerned and nuzzled close to Zara's pussy, so that all I could see was my wife's nose pushed up against the trimmed fuzz of her pubic mound. I couldn't see but I knew what she was doing, she had put her mouth right over Zara's clit and was flicking it with her tongue just as she liked me to do to her. Then she moved her position a little and for a moment I wondered why, then I saw her forearm moving and I understood that she was fingering Zara, thrusting fingers into her even as she licked her.

I wanted to see more and so I turned myself around, kneeling on all fours so that I could look over Zara's mound at what Carol was doing.

'Oh, that's gorgeous.' Zara gasped the words. 'For God's sake don't stop.'

She did stop though, just for a moment, just long enough to lift her head to look up at Zara and smile with her mouth shining from pussy juices. 'I'm not going to stop. I'm loving doing this.' She announced.

'Good, I could stand this forever.' Zara whispered.

Watching what was happening and hearing what was said I felt just a little twinge of jealousy, wondering if I had any place in the scenario or if girl on girl was all they wanted. 'Hey.' I told them. 'Don't forget about me.'

Carol raised a hand in acknowledgement but carried on licking and sucking at Zara, while Zara herself laughed and reached out, taking my erection in her hand and gently stroking it. 'Don't worry.' She giggled. 'How could anyone forget this lovely cock?'.

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That helped, at least I was getting some attention.

Then Zara spoke more seriously if a little breathlessly. 'It's just that I never dreamed I could have a time like this with two such lovely people and I want to experience everything I can in case it never happens again.'

As far as I was concerned, so long as I was included it could happen every time we met and at the very least once a week. Carol seemed to have the same idea, she raised her head briefly again, looked at Zara and said simply 'It will.'

Zara grinned happily and then glanced up at me, asking, 'Can you back up a bit Scott? I can only just reach you.'

It was true, her arm was fully outstretched to reach my cock and I suddenly realised that it cannot have been comfortable. I slid back and turned myself half towards her, putting my cock well within reach whilst still being able to watch Carol's head bobbing on Zara's pussy. But Zara did more than just wank me, she twisted herself round without dislodging Carol to reach my cock with her mouth.

One thing is for sure, Zara knew what she was doing with her mouth. As her lips closed around my head I felt her tongue slide into place under my glans, and then slithering over the head of my cock like a gorgeously warm moist snake, and then with her hand gently rubbing up and down my shaft, I was in absolute heaven. I'd never had someone do that to me anywhere near as sexily as Zara did, I only hoped she wouldn't make me come. I wouldn't have been able to resist if she did but I had other ideas for that. As it was I just knelt there and enjoyed it, submitting to her ministrations, feeling the beginnings of the build-up and hoping she wouldn't go that far. I think she might have done, but fortunately something was beginning to have an effect on Zara that diverted her attention, That something was Carol leading her towards an orgasm with her tongue. I heard and felt Zara murmuring and gasping as she got closer, the sounds vibrating through my cock head and adding to my pleasure. Eventually she had to release my cock from her mouth and lay back on the bed, her eyes closing and her face tightening from her nearing climax. She still held my shaft in her hand, but she could no longer concentrate on what she was doing. She did keep on stroking me, but it was rather jerkily and uneven in speed and in pressure and although I enjoyed it, it was not going to make me come.

I might not have been going to climax, but Zara was, her free hand went to her breasts, mauling and squeezing them, and her hips began to twitch, jerking upwards towards Carol's mouth. Carol had her arms wrapped around Zara's legs now and was holding her as still as she could, trying to make sure she didn't lose contact between tongue and clitoris. But Zara was no longer in control of her actions and her pelvis rose from the bed so that her back was arched and she was thrust towards Carol's mouth. Soon she was making a continuous little keening noise, interrupted only by harsh little gasps as a jolt of pleasure shot through her, until the gasps became more and more frequent and louder as her peak loomed. She lay now her mouth and eyes were wide open and just staring into space, my cock forgotten in the midst of her pleasure. I didn't mind, it gave me an enormous thrill to watch my own wife bring another woman to orgasm in this way.

Zara's orgasm was a long one, it seemed to last for ages, her pelvis jerking up and down and what seemed to be all the muscles of her body going into spasm, making her gasp and groan as she shuddered and jolted under Carol's tongue. She didn't say anything, no intelligible words in the way Carol had called out, just a staccato series of gasps through tightened jaws until she suddenly let out a long exhalation and slumped back onto the bed, all her muscles relaxing together as her orgasm passed. It was so different to Carol's usual climax that I found it totally fascinating to watch.

Carol lifted her head and then scrambled from between Zara's legs to sit on the bed beside her. She looked across at me and smiled through her shiny wet mouth. 'I enjoyed that.' She stated bluntly.

'You enjoyed it!' Zara gasped. 'How do you think I felt, it was fantastic.' She propped herself onto her elbows. 'If all women do it like that I think I'm going to convert.'

'Yes, but there's one thing women can't be as good as men at.' I told her.

'True.' Zara acknowledged with a grin. 'And I'd miss that.'

'Not today you won't.' I told her, determined not to be left out altogether.

'Good.' She pronounced, still a little breathless.

That was the invitation I was waiting for and I rolled over on top of her between her still open legs. Zara's arms went around me and I reached down to guide my cock into her, but Carol interrupted. 'Wait a minute.'

I stopped dead and looked across at Carol, thinking for a terrible moment that she was having second thoughts about seeing me making love to another woman. I felt an argument was coming and I was instantly ready to ask her why it was all right for her but not for me. But that wasn't the case, in fact quite the reverse. She shuffled down the bed until she could see between Zara's legs and then stretched over to take hold of my cock and steer it into Zara's pussy herself. 'I just wanted you both to be sure.' She said. 'That I want you to do this, and I want to watch.'

Carol rubbed the head of my cock along the length of Zara's slit a few times, being rewarded by little pleasure noises from both of us, before she guided me to the entrance. I automatically pushed forward a little so that my cock slid just inside Zara, but then I instinctively stopped to wait for Carol's approval.

'Go on Scott.' She told me throatily. 'Fuck her.'

Carol still had her hand around my shaft, but I pushed myself further in, feeling my cock slide into Zara's warm wet pussy through my wife's fingers. It was a strange but exciting combination, even though it did limit how deeply I could fuck Zara. I loved both the physical feel of my wife's hand around my cock and the inner pleasure from knowing she wanted me to do it. She seemed to enjoying it too, I heard a whispered 'that's nice' as I thrust forward and the sides of her fingers were pushed up against Zara's labia. But I could tell Zara wanted me deeper, she was pushing up against me in an effort to engulf all of my cock and so when I thrust harder into her Carol was forced to let her hand be pushed back until it was simply cupping my balls.

I didn't mind that, it was a satisfying sensation to feel her fondling me as I plunged deeper and harder into Zara. Now I was fucking her properly, my cock sliding all the way into her slippery passage until my pubes slammed up against hers, making her grunt each time. Now Zara was really enjoying it, she had her arms and legs were all wrapped around me, holding me tightly against her and I could hear her breathing harshly into my ears. I was beginning to feel a climax building and, although Zara had orgasmed only a short while before I could sense that she too was back on that wonderful climb to another peak. Once again she was making that long soft sound in her throat, interrupted only by her gasps as I hammered into her. I was gasping into her ear now too, getting closer and closer to the moment of release, urged on by Carol's fingers fondling my balls.

We got there pretty much simultaneously, maybe I beat Zara to it by a second or two, and maybe it was the first flood of my cum bursting into her pussy that tipped her over the edge, but to all intents and purposes we came together. I was plunging into her sopping wet pussy, shooting spurt after spurt of my cream into her, at the same time as she jerked and juddered beneath me. She lasted longer than I did, even after I'd emptied my balls into her and more or less collapsed on top of her she continued to gasp and shudder, her orgasm still sending jolts of pleasure through her and making her grab at my shoulders, pinning me on top of her. When it was finally over she still held me close for several minutes, panting for breath and trembling from her exertion, before she slowly relaxed and let me go. That was fine by me, it gave me the chance to regain my breath before I had to peel myself away from her, both of us covered in post coital dampness.

I rolled to one side and Carol shuffled back up the bed so that we lay as we'd begun, side by side with Zara in the middle, but this time all we wanted to do was lay there and recover.

'I didn't know that was going to happen.' Zara said suddenly. 'I don't know how you feel about it, but I'm glad it did happen.'

I looked across at Carol, wanting her to respond for us, but she was just looking back at me and so I answered as I saw it. 'So am I.'

'Me too.' Carol's answer followed mine as if she had just waited to see how I felt. 'I didn't know it would happen, but I hoped it might.'

'Why?' Asked Zara, sounding confused. 'I thought you might be mad at me.'

'No, why should I. You've taught me two things I've so often wondered about.' Carol told her. 'Now I know I can be in bed with a woman and enjoy it, and I can watch my husband making love to another woman and genuinely want him to enjoy it too.'

That was basically what Carol and I had talked about before we'd even met Zara. It seemed strange hearing her admitting it to the person we'd finally set out to make it real with.

'Could it happen again?' Zara sounded as if she hoped it might.

'I hope so.' I told her, interrupting before Carol could say anything. 'So long as we don't do anything behind each other's backs.'

'Do we all want it to?' Carol asked, smiling broadly when Zara answered 'yes please' and I nodded my agreement.

'Then it will.' She announced, climbing from the bed to go looking for her clothes.