Tracey's Awakening Continues

Recap

In Tracey's Awakening I described, fairly accurately, true events that happened to me and my wife. How she made love with her married friend, and how this experience revealed to her that she was a lesbian. This next story imagines what might have happened next.

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The next few days were interesting. Tracey was loving and kind but in a kind of shock. We talked about it.

"I love you Richard. But Jenny has opened me up to something I've kept hidden from myself for a long time. I always found women incredibly attractive and I think - I know - I'm a lesbian now."

I was in a strange mood both excited and also in a state of denial. I loved the idea of Tracey and Jenny having sex. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever imagined. I couldn't help thinking of it. I knew they were intending to get together again, and that Jenny had toys. I was aroused beyond belief.

A few days later I came home earlier than expected, to find Jenny's car on the drive. I parked a little way from the house and walked back. I let myself in, quietly closing the door behind me. There was no-one downstairs as I took off my shoes and walked carefully through into the living room. Jenny's bag and coat were on the sofa. Her high heels were there too. My heart was pumping hard and I had an erection. They were upstairs, I was in no doubt.

I walked to the foot of the stairs and listened. It was quiet. All I could hear was the pounding of blood in my ears. And then, there it was, a groan of pleasure, some muffled words from behind the bedroom door. A second groan, louder than the first. They were making love in our bed. I couldn't help myself. I began to climb the steps. I knew where to put my feet, the creaky steps to avoid. I slowly gained height and the sounds from the bedroom became clearer. A giggle. A whispered endearment. A long low groan of pleasure. That was Tracey. And then Jenny:

"Are you ready Tracey?"

"Oh God, yes. So ready."

There was a long silence. I could only imagine what was happening. And then:

"Oh God. Yes, so deep!"

Then I heard the bed begin to creak. Slowly at first. And then more deliberately, faster.

"Oh God. Oh God." Tracey was having a wonderful time, I could tell. "Fuck me. Please. Please."

I crept to the landing, as quietly as I could. I was able to hear more clearly now.

"Yes" Jenny answered. "I'll fuck you. I am fucking you. You're mine now. You belong to me. Say it. Say it."

"I'm yours Jenny. You know I am. Oh God this is good, so good. I want it. I want you."

"You're mine now Tracey. We're lovers. You and me. You're a lesbian forever. I made you. You're my lesbian."

Tracey wailed. I love you. I'm yours forever. Fuck me. Always fuck me. Please!"

The bedroom door was open a crack and I could see in, just a little. The curtains were closed but it was still light outside so I could make out their figures in the half-light of the bedroom. What I saw made me raise my hand to my mouth to stop me crying out in shock, in desire.

Tracey was on her hands and knees, although much of her was obscured by Jenny who was behind her, naked. I took in her tiny, firm, predatory bottom, and sinuous görükle escort back. She was also on her knees but bent over Tracey, one hand around her waist to hold her tight, the other reaching under her to palm her breasts. She was fucking her, some kind of dildo, a false cock pushed both inside Jenny but now moving backwards and forwards, sawing in and out of Tracey. The sounds were profoundly erotic, heavy breathing and mewling from Tracy as delicious sensations were filling her, the wet sounds of penetrative sex, and the slapping of Jenny's aggressive hips as they moved relentlessly back and forth.

I moved slightly, nearer to the door, so I could see better. A floorboard creaked but I was sure no-one could have heard it. Now I could see Tracey's head and face. Her long hair was hanging down, a curtain around her face, until, washed through by delicious sensation, she lifted her head and I could imagine her mouth open, in a silent scream, her face screwed up in a mixture of desire and disbelief. Her breasts were swinging as Jenny ferociously and relentlessly took her.

I was overwhelmed by what I saw. My hand irresistibly went to my cock and I rubbed myself as I watched the single most erotic sight of my life. Jenny's pace picked up and Tracey began to whimper and chant, over and over, a whispered "Yes, yes" with the oncoming crisis.

"Oh God Jenny. Sweet Jesus. Ah!"

Jenny took a handful of Tracey's hair and pulled her head back.

"Oh Jenny. I want you. I need you. I love you. I'm coming!" Tracey called out, in the heat of sexual desire.

The bed was creaking loudly, and the room was filled with the most extraordinary sounds. Tracey was approaching her crisis. Suddenly Jenny called out:

"Come on in Richard. Come and watch us."

Shocked and disoriented, my feet took me stumbling into the room. Tracey turned her to look at me. Her hair and face were damp with sweat, but it was her expression that shook me. Her eyes were glazed, as if she could barely see me, her mouth open, slack, and panting with desire. Right on the edge of coming. I'd never seen her like this with me. Her whole body began to violently tremble as her orgasm hit her. She wailed and her body became rigid as the full impact hit her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. For perhaps a minute Tracey was in another plane of existence. And then it was over as the adrenaline that had compelled Tracey to stay upright left her and she fell to the bed. I'd never seen anything like this.

Jenny withdrew from Tracey, turned around, and slipped from the bed. She moved towards me and, taking my hand, drew me to the bed.

"God, look at her Richard. I can see what you wanted from her. She's gorgeous."

I looked down at Tracey, who was still panting and twitching in the aftershock of orgasm. Tracey looked up at me, an image of just-fucked sexuality. Wanton. Beautiful. Jenny looked into my eyes.

"Look at what I did to her. Me. A woman. You had no idea did you. What you were letting loose. Or what I could do. I've changed her forever."

Jenny took my hand and made me touch her fake cock, rub my hands over it as if it was a real one. It was warm and wet, covered in Tracey's wetness.

"Taste bursa escort bayan it Richard."

In a dream I put my fingers to my lips. Tracey's juices were sweet and strong, the way I remembered them.

"Let me taste them."

I put my fingers up and Jenny put them in her mouth, licking and sucking them in a way that mesmerised me.

"Kiss me Richard. I can take you too, if you want that. Kiss me. Go on."

Whilst Tracey was lying panting on the bed, looking up at us, I leaned forwards, powerless, and Jenny kissed me, tentative at first and then suddenly aggressively, her tongue deep and insistent in my mouth, then sucking biting my lips, now moving to my ear and biting and licking my lobe. She was ferocious and I was powerless. She led me to the bed and gently pushed me to lie down next to Tracey. We looked at one another. Then Jenny was on top of me, sitting on my lap, the fake cock jutting up lewdly.

"Suck my cock Richard. Lick your wife's juices clean. Make it wet for her. I'm going to make love to her again, right in front of you."

I sucked on Jenny's black cock. It tasted of Tracey's juices and I was in heaven, a sexual frenzy. She climbed off me and back to Tracey, leaning over her. Tracey was on her back now, looking excited, fearful. Jenny kissed her, lewdly, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Then Jenny was pushing her legs apart and arranging herself in front of her. Taking hold of her black cock, she slowly introduced it to Tracey's labia. Tracey groaned knowing this was the second round of fucking. I was lying next to her. She turned to me.

"I'm sorry Richard."

She moved to kiss me, and our lips met as Jenny pushed forward into her. Tracey groaned into my mouth as Jenny began to move inside her. She pulled back.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I belong to Jenny now. Can you see why?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," I agreed. "She's incredible. I never imagined. Seeing you two together. So exciting. Beautiful."

Jenny began to move pushing deep and slow into Tracey with her black fake cock. Tracey groaned as her journey to another orgasm began. I'd never seen anything so exciting as Jenny fucked Tracey in front of me. Her predatory hips flashed backwards and forwards, the bed rocked, and the room was full of the sounds of sex. Tracey's eyes were locked on Jenny's as her crisis approached again.

"Oh Jenny...I'm coming again."

"Yes. Come for me Tracey," urged Jenny, as she pushed in and out of her, more quickly now. "Show Richard how wonderful it is to have sex with a woman, with me."

And with a groan that seemed to come from the depths of Tracey's soul, she came in front of me. A long, powerful, trembling, eye-rolling orgasm the like of which I'd never seen. It left her panting, satiated and exhausted. Jenny leaned over to Tracey's ear and whispered something. They both looked at me and Tracey nodded. Jenny stood up shakily and pulled out her dildo, placing it, sticky, on the bedside table. She climbed back on to the bed between me and Tracey and lay down on her back. She kissed Tracey, deeply and I could see their tongues sliding backwards and forwards in each other's' mouths. Meanwhile her fingers were inside bursa escort Tracey, gently exploring her tender lips. It was so erotic I could hardly bear it. Then Jenny swivelled round and gave me her fingers to taste. I sucked and licked like it was honey.

"Tracey says we can fuck. Here. Now. Take of your clothes Richard."

In a dream I quickly stood up and took my clothes off, throwing them on the floor in my haste. I lay down again next to them, my erection painful and swollen in front of them.

"My, you're ready I see," laughed Jenny.

She pushed me down next to Tracey. Kneeling between my legs, and taking my hands, she jerked them over my head, holding them down with her left hand, leaving her other free. She raked her nails over my chest, drawing out red welts where she'd been. She bent down and took a nipple in her mouth, gently at first, licking and sucking but then she took it between her teeth and bit, hard. The pain was exquisite.

"Fuck me Richard. In front of your wife. But only if you ask me and her. Ask me."

"Please Jenny," I begged.

She reached out to Tracey and inserted her fingers until they were wet, then encircled my cock with her hand still covered. I was in a sexual trance as delicious sensations and utter madness filled my head. Jenny leaned down and kissed me, her tongue in my mouth.

"Beg me Richard."

"I'm begging Jenny. Please make love to me. Tracey. Is it OK?"

Tracey nodded and Jenny climbed on top of me, her tiny tits rubbing against my chest. She reached round and took my cock in her hand and rubbed it against her labia, until the head was wet, and then slowly pushed down. I felt her folds part and I slid into her. She was incredibly tight, wet, and hot. I knew instantly why Tracey adored her. She was petite, bony, tight, firm. Her bottom was hard and small, her hips angular. She was tiny in my arms, and yet powerful, controlling, aggressive. She was without doubt the sexiest, most entrancing woman I'd held. Jenny began to furiously writhe on top of me, her pelvis beating hard against me. I was being fucked hard and fast, in a way I'd never experienced. I turned to look at Tracey.

"Oh Jesus Tracey..." I gasped.

"I know. She's incredible. I've never experienced anything like it," Tracey whispered. And she kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue in my mouth, as if sharing some dirty secret.

"Can you understand why I'm a lesbian now?"

"Yes. Yes," was all I could say as I was pounded towards my orgasm.

I had a strange notion that Jenny might ride me to my death and that I had to fight back. And so, I began to match her speed and pound back into her. I took the battle to her and soon we were fucking like wild animals, she, kissing me lewdly, biting me, scratching my back and buttocks deep and hard with her nails, drawing blood and marking me, perhaps forever. She snarled and slapped me across my face. I didn't care. In fact, I wanted it. To be humiliated, taken, and now I was only instinct. Animal. Sex. Lust. And then from deep within my orgasm started to build, a sweet, salty, overwhelming sensation that rushed and overtook me. I knew Jenny was starting to come too, to cry out and I shouted too, words, sounds I didn't know I could make. And then it hit me. Lights. Pleasure beyond memory. It went on and on while I came inside her, a continuous outpouring of sperm, and then I was done.

Afterwards we lay together, satiated. I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I was alone.