It was Saturday morning, after a long hard week at work, and I was trying to sleep in. I felt the sunlight coming in the window, but I kept my eyes closed as I tried to grab "just ten more minutes." I knew Kathleen was up and about, she was an early riser no matter what, and I hoped if I stayed in bed she might come back to join me.
Sure enough, about five minutes later, I heard someone open the door and come into the bedroom. I pretended to still be asleep as I felt a knee press down the bed next to either side of my head. I thought I knew what was coming, and I loved this even more than coffee in the morning. Feigning a groggy "hnnh?" I slowly opened my eyes to one of my favorite views: Kathleen's nice red bush poised over my face, her clit somewhat aroused already, waiting for me to suck it.
There was just one problem, however - I couldn't reach it! She was kneeling almost straight up, and I couldn't bend my neck far enough to lick her. Opening my eyes wide now, I looked up and said "come closer, babe - I want to lick that lovedly pussy of yours!" She replied "Oh no, buddy.. you've been holding out on me, and I'm going to hold out on you for a while." With that she began stroking her pussy lips with her fingers, and rolling her clit, all the while teasing me by keeping it out of reach. I didn't have any idea what she was talking about, and the frustration made me moan out loud. "What do you mean, holding out?" I demanded, "When have I ever held out on you?"
I soon found out what she meant. She said "you'll find out what I mean" in a mysterious manner, and began to slowly lower her pussy toward my straining tongue. Just as I was able to reach out and flick it across her clit, I felt my stiff cock engulfed in a warm mouth! "You've been keeping THOSE secret!" she said, "and you've been keeping THIS secret, too." As she said the last, I saw a familiar thick black cock slide over her shoulder and rub her cheek. There's no way I could mistake my buddy John's cock, having sucked it and been fucked by it, and that could only mean the lips on my cock belonged to Denise, his gorgeous wife!
"I've been trying to find a way to tell you," I blurted, "but how did you find out? Denise is really good at keeping secrets." She grinned at me as she said "Yes, but poor John gave you up. Remember you had to work, so the three of us went out to happy hour by ourselves? Well, I have had an inkling that something was on between the three of you for some time. I found that rubbing John's cock under the table at the bar had an amazing effect - it loosened his tongue, and out spilled the goods."
With that, she turned her head and deftly sucked John's huge cock deep into her mouth, and then slid her mouth back to let me see, as the glistening tool slid out of her lips. John moaned, and I knew what he meant - Kathleen is an expert cock sucker, every bit as good, if not better than, his wife Denise. Speaking of Denise, she was giving me one of her super-slow, anticipation-building, cock-sucking jobs. I was going crazy from feeling her lips on me, from watching Kathleen suck John's hard cock, and from frustration at not being able to put my mouth on anybody! "Let me suck that clit now, Kathleen! I'm dying to taste that hot pussy!"
"You'll get your chance in a little while, just relax" she said, "we've got all day and all night, John and Denise are staying over." My heart thumped at the thought of what that meant. Obviously, she now knew about my bisexual adventures with John and Denise. And I had to say, she was taking it very well indeed. How many guys' girlfriends would invite his lovers for the night? "But, " she continued, "I've been holding out, too, and now is the time to come clean."