In part one, I described my special birthday present from my husband and my promise to return the favour. But how? What would improve on the treat that he had given me? Two women, not including me? A bit obvious and that would almost certainly involve paying for it. An escort agency was the easiest way but I felt uneasy about paying for sex. But two women? If he fucked both, would there be anything left for me later? One then, but the sort of woman that men dream about about. A stunner. That could easily fail, we shared our fantasies but my idea of a stunner might not be his. My dilemma was resolved without me really trying. Most Tuesdays after work, I go to a private swimming pool in a nearby health club, I love to swim. I am usually joined by my friend Lynda, an ex-colleague. Swimming is the only interest that we have in common, she is ten years my junior, three times married, three times divorced and a dedicated sensualist. She is bubbly, flirty and earthy. Having tried marriage three times, she was dedicated to fucking anybody she fancied, male or female. Shocked at first, I began to enjoy being with her, her stories usually had me squirming, but laughing with her. It seemed like she had tried everything in the book, threesomes, gang-bangs, bukkake. She offered to introduce me to the delights of Sapphos, saying; "Nothing beats the taste of an aroused cunt, especially accompanied by man-sauce." I knew that she fancied my husband, they had met just once when he met me at the club. The three of us had coffee together, she couldn't keep her eyes off him. The next time we met she had told that he was gorgeous. "If you ever get fed up with him, " she said. "Ill gladly take him on." I had seen her naked, in the showers after swimming. I always leave my costume on, but it is a women only club, men are allowed no further than the cafe. Mostly, members remove their costumes to shower, Lynda included. She attracts a lot of attention, which she loves. She is my height, but slimmer. I am on the curvy side, my tits are a bit pendulous, hers are small and firm, with big pink nipples. She is a natural blonde, with short cropped, almost boyish hair. I resolved to proposition her the next time we met. In the cafe after our swim, I came straight out with it; "Would you like to fuck my husband?" She choked on her coffee. I outlined my plan. "With you watching?" She asked. I nodded. "You little perv! What's in it for you?" I explained that my birthday had been three months ago, leaving out the sticky details. She listened intently, mouth open, eyes like saucers. She could not beleive that a husband would do this, adding that he really was a one off. "Wiil you do it then?" I pressed. "I would do him right now, on this table, with everybody watching. Yes, I'll do it with pleasure, but why don't we give him a real treat, give him a show first?" I knew what she meant well enough, it would satisfy another fantasy, but was I ready to cross that bridge? I said that I would think about it. There are three golf resort hotels within a few miles of our home, I booked a different one to last time, two adjoining rooms. But it was the same chauffeur as last time. Richard was despatched to play golf, I knocked on the door separating our room from Lynda's and as arranged, we visited the spa tobether. I had asked for a massage room for two, 'No problem Madam.' I was slightly disapointed that the masseurs were masseuses, two young women. The massage was just as thorough, if not as erotic. I imagined Lynda's hands on me instead, stiil unsure of how I felt about the idea. I had done some research about lesbian love, even Googled lesbian porn. I was intrigued. If I was ever going to do it, Lynda would be my choice. My heart was beating, my nipples erect, my cunt moist. I had not told Richard about Lynda, she was stiil a surprise, so she had to dine alone in her room. When we returned from dinner, she would be waiting, naked, on our bed. Richard had been expecting something like this, but he pretended to be surprised, bless him. Lynda was spread in the centre of the bed, propped on a little hill of pillows. One knee raised, glass of champagne in hand. She was not naked as agreed, not quite. She was garnished with black stockings, supported by the skimpiest of suspender belts, feet adorned by shiny black stilletto-heeled shoes. "Congratulations birthday boy." She husked, taking a sip of wine then letting her knee fall sideways, revealing her hairless cunt. She had to have been playing with herself, the lips were parted and shone with her juice. "I'm Lynda and this is your present, I've primed it for you. " I helped Richard out of his clothes, he was fully erect. He joined her on the bed. Lynda sat up and put her glass down. "Just lie back and think of England," she said. "Let me entertain you." She went straight for his cock, engulfing it until her bright pink lips touched his balls. Richard was propped up on his elbows, head raised as he watched his pride and joy disappear into this beautiful strangers throat. He watched intently as she slowly allowed it to slide out, then vanish again as she sucked him back in. He looked across at me, lips apart, a slight look of surprise on his face. Try as I may, I had never been able to deep-thoat him. Lynda was doing it with apparent ease. As if to emphasise her oral skill, she pushed out her tongue and used it to lift his balls, to press them against the shaft. Richard lay back on the pillow, one hand gently, carressingly, on Lynda's head, eyes now closed as he relished this new experience. I stood helplessly beside the bed, jealous, unbelievably aroused. This was live porn, I was a part of it. I had already decided that I would not interfere unless invited, but my dripping cunt was demanding attention. I quickly undressed, sat in the easy chair beside the bed and attended to my needs. Lynda had finished her sword-swallowing act and had her left hand around the base of Richard's shaft as her head bobbed and sucked on the rest. Richard raised his head and tried to push her away, reluctant to spill his precious liquid down her throat. Clearly, he had other plans for it. But Lynda was having none of it, she pushed his hand away and sucked harder. Richard accepted the inevitable, flopped back down on the bed and let it happen. He uttered a low "unph", his head jerked off the bed and he allowed his spunk to flood into Lynda's mouth. I timed my own orgasm to coincide. Lynda stayed connected until his convulsions stopped, then lifted her head, licked her lips and grinned at me. She moved up and kissed his lips, then rolled to lie alongide him. Her half-empy glass was beside the bed, I carried the bottle and two more glasses over, topped hers up and filled the other two. Lynda moved over to allow me space to sit on the bed. When we had drained our glasses, Lynda put her arm around me and pulled me to her, tit to tit, kissing me firmly and passionately on the mouth. Without breaking the kiss, she pushed me down on the bed so that she was lying across me. At last she came up for air and husked; "I want your cunt." My body went rigid. Embarrassed, I looked at Richard for rescue. He had sat bolt upright, eyes like saucers and was nodding. He wanted it, Lynda wanted it. I wanted it too. I nodded my consent. Lynda slowly kissed her way down my quivering body, licking and sucking my nipples. I looked up at Richard, his jaw had dropped, his cock was back to full erection. Lynda kissed my belly, then at last my yearning cunt. It was like an electric shock, can there be a better feeling than lips and tongue on cunt? I loved it. This had the added spice of being the first time it had been kissed by a woman, would it be any different? Would she like my taste? Do all cunts taste the same? Cocks do. Pretty much anyway. Richard moved down to kneel behind her and plunged his tongue into her cunt, Lynda moaned into mine, but did not stop devouring it. I don't know who came first, mine was overwhelming. When I came to, Richard was aligning his cock for entry into Lynda's gaping cunt. Her mouth was still on mine. I watched fascinated as Richards length slipped easily inside. Lynda exhaled as he entered her, her breath dilating me. He fucked her with deep firm strokes. She lifted herself up, her small tits swung slightly as he rammed her. Richard suddenly stops his thrusts and held himself deep inside her. Was he coming again? So soon? But no, to Lynda obvious disapointment, he withdrew, his erect cock shining with her juice. I wanted to suck it, to lick him clean. Instead he asked Lynda to lie on her back, repositioned himself above her and allowed her to guide him back in. I was once again, relegated to the role of spectator. I watched, fascinated as his cock repeatedly vanished into Lynda's hole, emerging again gleaming. I had moved to the bottom of the bed, the only place where I could see their coupled organs. Lynda had wrapped herself around him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, gasping as he pounded her. Is this how I look while I am being fucked? My fingers were working overtime, I could feel another orgasm approaching. When it hit, my knees buckled and I fell against the bed. Richard did not miss a stroke, he was too close. He roared as he came. Whether Lynda came with him I will never know, but she too screamed as his spurts filled the hole designed for it. He stayed on top of her until his cock softened and then moved away. Lynda remained in her spreadeagle position, both knees raised, all her charms on display. Cum began to trickle back out, thick, creamy white. Richard was on form. I raised my gaze to Lynda's face, she looked back questioningly. I knew what she wanted. Could I? I like to drink my husband's spunk, I always swallow. Could I drink it from Lynda's proffered cup? My heart stopped beating as I lowered my face. I hesitated for a moment, then before I could change my mind, went for the prize. I liked it. I placed my arms under her thighs and held her as I slurped. I looked up at her over her smooth, flat belly, she was squeezing her tits. As I watched, Richard bent down and kissed her, already his cock was filling. How had I not tried this before? I had had offers. Sappho wrote that men are required for procreation, but not for pleasure. Why not have both? Lynda's body began to convulse, she was coming, a come induced by my tongue. I felt quite proud. We disentangled. The champagne had gone flat but we drank it anyway, Richard called room service for more. His cock hung heavily, not hard, not soft, heavy and full. I suddenly wanted it, anywhere, just to feel it. I had just enjoyed sex with another woman, but at that moment was in desperate need of cock. Perhaps I needed reassurance of my heterosexuality, to remind myself that I was a woman. But it was not my choice to make, it was his birthday, his choice. There was a tap on the door, Richard opened it just enough to take the wine, popped the cork and charged our glasses. Lynda had discarded the rest of her clothes and the three of us lounged naked on the bed, fondling, kissing, sipping the wine, Richard in the middle. Lynda was gently wanking him with her left hand. I slid down the bed, Lynda anticpated my intentions and held his cock upright, glans gleaming in the light. I slipped my mouth over it. Richard groaned. I assumed shaft-holding duty as Lynda slid down to join me, I passed the baton to her, she sucked. Richard had raised himself on his elbows and watched in disbelief as we passed his cock from mouth to mouth, then with Lynda's mouth on suck duty, I moved lower and sucked each ball in turn. He was muttering incoherently. Lynda passed his cock back to me and burrowed under his leg to rim his arse. "I'm going to come." Said Richard in a strangled voice. I stopped sucking, Lynda stopped rimming, raised her head and said; "That would be waste, wouldn't you rather come in my arse, complete the set?" The question needed no reply. Lynda took control, telling me to lie on my back with my feet towards the headboard. She straddled me in a lezzie sixty-nine, bum offered. I had a close up view as my husband's cock approached. I opened my mouth offering him a choice of three. He dipped briefly into my mouth then slid easily into Lynda's wet cunt. I had a close-up view, but what struck me was the squelch as he entered. He gave several long, deep thrusts, I licked his shaft on exit and his balls when he was embedded. There was a pause, presumably as he reached for the lubricant. I watched as he applied the lube and worked it into her hole, inserting one finger then two, opening her for what it was about to receive. Satisfied, he pulled out from her cunt and entered her arse in one smooth movement, his glans seeming to pop inside. Lynda squealed at the sudden transition, then groaned as he pushed inside. As he began his movements, Lynda lowered her face to my yearning cunt and began to lick. Hers was gaping wetly but empty, I pushed my tongue inside. As Richard reached full penetration, his balls touched my nose. I could feel my climax building. I have no idea which of us came first, nor did it matter, but we certainly all did. We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, utterly spent. We slept together, in the dry bed in the adjoining room. We breakfasted together, then Richard went off to play one more round of golf. Lynda and I spent a couple of lazy hours in and around the pool then Lynda, having arrived in her own car, left. I saw her to her car. As she left, she kissed me and said; "It's my birthday soon."