Here it is, my friends. This is my tale of woe and, eventually, my tale of redemption.
I don’t know exactly when or how or why it happened. If I had to take a guess, I’d say that it was about three to four months ago when June, my lovely wife, began to go a little cold in the bedroom. This process slowly but surely escalated, until she ultimately lost all interest in fucking me. We talked about it, and then we talked about it some more. She had no explanation for what she was or, more accurately, wasn’t feeling
This extraordinary turn of events reared its ugly head after seven of the most wonderful physical and non physical loving years of my life. She was, and still is, my goddess and my best friend. And until this happened, she was my sensual, wanton, lustful, fuck buddy. We’ve had a great life together, in all ways. Until this inexplicable aberration, our sex life was amazing too! That’s why this was such a shock to me.
Many futile nights of trying (and failing) in the bedroom transpired. June tried her best, but just could not convince me, or for that matter herself, that she was into it. And so, for a few months, we floundered unsuccessfully with what should have been normal husband and wife sexual relations. I was beside myself. I didn’t know what to do.
I broached the subject of her, perhaps, having an affair that I didn’t know about. I didn’t believe that she would actually do this, and the discussion of it was like trying to walk barefoot on a bed of old razor blades. It did not sit well with her.
But I told her that I had to delve into the most common culprits that were involved in a sudden change of heart (or shall I say pussy) like this. She begrudgingly understood where I was coming from when I reasoned that if the shoe was on the other foot, and I had suddenly lost interest in fucking her, that she would also want to know if an extra-marital affair was the reason. This having been settled, she assured me that there was nobody else, and there never would be because she still loved me, perhaps even more then when we first got married. But she just could not explain this sudden loss of sexual desire for the man she so desperately loved…
And so began the long procession of potential cures for my loving wife’s “condition.”
First we tried herbals. Then came commercial remedies. Nothing worked. Next came the lengthy couch sessions with psychologists who were, in my non medical opinion, full of shit.
On their advice we tried changing up our lovemaking practices. We experimented with some pretty kinky (for us) stuff. We tried role playing, dominance, submissiveness and a couple other things too embarrassing to mention here. It was ALL BULLSHIT! Neither of us enjoyed any of it. June just couldn’t “get it up” for me. We were desperate for a fix.
Then, as sometimes happens in the company of male friends, guys will spill what’s troubling them. This one friend had been kind of tuned in to my plight (so he said) for a while. And so he took it upon himself to intervene.
“What you and June are going through is not unusual. Trust me brother. I’ve suffered through it myself.”
His name was Andy, and we had worked on several contracts together. We’d occasionally grab a beer after work with the other guys before we all headed home to our loving spouses. On this particular night, however, he took me aside in the parking lot to talk privately.
“Your problem at home is fixable my friend.” he said confidently. Finally I caved.
“I appreciate your offer to help Andy. But we’ve tried everything. No success.”
“Wait, let me guess, Steve. You’ve tried herbal and medicinal products. When they didn’t work, you and June got on the psychologist’s couch. You even tried some kinky ‘alternative’ approaches to sex. Am I right?” I marveled at his accuracy.
“Nothing works!” I bemoaned.
“It’s all bullshit. Especially the psychologists.”
“Then what, bro? I’m desperate!”
“You may need to try the unorthodox.”
Andy then reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card. On it were the two words LADY BIANCA, printed in script style lettering.
“You and June, especially June, should see this woman. She saved my marriage.”
“Really?” I was excited, but still skeptical.
“If the conventional hasn’t worked, then perhaps it’s time for the unconventional.” Andy said. I still wondered.
“Are you sure this woman can help?”
“Absolutely. But you better be open minded Steve.”
“What is she? Some sort of sex therapist?”
“More accurately, a sexual ‘healer.’” Andy summarized.
“Open minded, huh?” I pondered.
“You’ll witness some very interesting stuff, should you and June decide to give her a try.”
“Really? Like what?” I asked.
“I can’t tell you. You’ll need to go in without any preconceived notions or prejudices.”
“Hummm.” I scratched my skeptical head.
“Steve, she gave me back my wife of ten years. In spades, brother!”
“How do I contact her?”
“Let’s take a ride.” he suggested. I was up for it, if for no other reason than morbid curiosity.
We then got into Andy’s car and drove to the north side of town where we ended up on a road called Ethereal Lane. There were two houses on a dead end road. Both very nice. It looked to be some sort of development project that had been put on hold. Still the area was nice.
We parked in front of an off white one, got out and walked to the door. Over the door, there was an infinity sign, clearly where the house number once had been. I brought this to Andy’s attention.
“This is not going to sit well with the folks at Homeland Security.” I observed.
He laughed, then stood with his arms casually at his sides. He didn’t knock. He didn’t ring the doorbell. I’m not even sure there was a doorbell.
Mysteriously, the door opened…
Before my eyes, in slightly Gypsy style apparel, stood a very beautiful woman with a mane of jet black hair and eyes to match. She looked to be about five feet seven or eight inches. About the same as June.
“Andy! Nice to see you. How’s your wife, Stacy?” she asked, in one of the sexiest, duskiest voices I’ve ever heard.
“Stacy and I are doing well. Thanks to you, Lady Bianca.”
“Wonderful! And let me guess. This must be Steve, right?. Come in…come in.”
She then turned to glide into the dwelling. I swear that she floated! I marveled at her grace, and her beauty. But as we entered, I turned to Andy.
“You told her about me?” I asked, slightly annoyed that he would be so presumptuous as to share my personal plight with someone I didn’t know. But he denied having spoken with her ahead of time.
“No! I did NOT! I swear! I don’t know how she knows who you are.”
I was still skeptical, but we proceeded anyway. In spite of my cynicism, there was something about this woman.
I looked around the living room, which was apparently where Lady Bianca conducted her interviews. There were no candles to be seen, and far less hanging beads than I would have expected. But you could, somehow, sense that a whole lot of prognosticating had transpired in this space which, I must say, was very comforting.
Off in the distance, Lady Bianca verbalized instructions to us. I could not see her.
“Gentlemen. Please be seated at the table. I’ll be with you shortly. Oh and Steve before you sit, why don’t you light some candles?” her voice trailed off.
A minute ago I didn’t see any candles. And now, as I scanned the room, there were candles. What the hell?
Andy lit some on one side of the room and I lit the opposite side. Then the house lighting dimmed.
Andy and I sat down across from each other at a round table that was, by my estimation, perfectly in the center of the room. It was draped to the floor with a cloth covering that appeared middle Eastern in style and origin.
Then, from a darkened part of the house, the lovely Lady Bianca reappeared. Only this time, she was wearing clothing that was quite revealing. And believe me, what it revealed was absolutely amazing! Through the translucent material that draped her from shoulder to toe, one could discern the kind of body that keeps men awake at night. Her breasts, which were huge, and her pubic region, which I guessed was sans hair, were discreetly covered. But you could tell that she was some kind of incredible woman. The translucent covering did nothing to conceal her gorgeous abdomen and her long, silky, shapely legs. I was dumbfounded. I was transmogrified! All my good friend Andy could do was chuckle to himself over my behavior. The Lady then sat between us.
“If you’re done admiring the terrain, Steve, June wants to speak with you.”
“What the…?” I asked. What was she talking about? Then my cell phone rang.
“‘Do It To Me One More Time’ by the Carpenters? Nice ringtone Steve.” she said, amused.
I had no retort. My wife was calling and I wasn’t sure what to tell her.
“Hi, honey.” I said. The slight tremor of my voice was reminiscent of a kid who was guilty of something.
“No, no. I’m with Andy. We went a little overtime at work. Now we’re headed for a quick beer.” I continued.
“Sure, babe. Be there in about an hour. Maybe a little longer. Andy and I need to have a talk and look over some work stuff. I love you too, June. See you soon.”
I ended the conversation and looked at the Lady.
“OK. You gonna tell me how you knew she was going to call?”
“I just know some things before they happen, Steve.”
I looked at Andy. He just shrugged his shoulders.
Lady Bianca then took my hand. I must say, I found the gesture kind of erotic.
“It wasn’t really all that hard to figure out. You’re here because you are having some problems at home with June. Problems of a sexual nature, right?”
“Well, that’s not hard to figure out. Aren’t you some sort of sexual surrogate? I mean, why else would I be here?”
“Correct Steve. But actually, I’m more of a ‘healer.’ And your lovely wife June is the one having trouble. Now she’s a bit concerned that you may be starting to look elsewhere for gratification of a sexual nature. Gratification that she, for some reason, is currently unable to give to you, the man she deeply loves. Have you noticed that she’s calling you more often?”
“Yes.” I admitted, realizing I had noticed that a couple weeks ago.
I have to say, I was starting to become more impressed with the dark haired lady.
“By the way, Steve. You would never cheat on June. Your love for her is too deep.”
“OK, Lady Bianca. You’re starting to make a believer out of me.” I squeezed her hand gently. She returned the caress and smiled warmly at me.\
What an exquisite woman! Her jet black eyes were focused only on me. One of those deep red shades of lipstick adorned her full lips. Underneath, in contrast, were beautiful, pure white teeth. And then, there was the soft looking olive complexion. Just beautiful. Not to seem redundant, but what a hot woman!\
“Bring the lovely red haired June to me. I can help her. And this in turn will benefit you. But you are going to need a great deal of trust in me, and my method.”
How did she know June was a redhead? I was impressed. With just the slightest amount of skepticism, I agreed on a Friday night private session for June with this beautiful lady. Now all I had to do was convince June to venture into the unknown. I had no idea how my loving wife would respond. But, like I said, I was desperate.
After a cup of surprisingly refreshing herbal tea and some more chatter, Andy and I left.
Back in the parking lot of the bar, I thanked Andy. But I also observed that the lovely lady was a bit of a flake.
“But!” he was quick to point out. “For reasons you do not understand, you trust her, don’t you?”
“You’re right. I do.”
“She’ll fix June. She’ll give you your wife back. Her method worked for Stacy.”
“Oh yeah. The ‘method.’ What exactly is it?”“Steve. That’s the one thing I can’t divulge.”
“In that case, I’m not sure I should have thanked you, Andy.” Andy smiled at my remark. But he had been in my shoes, and knew what I was feeling.
“Let me know how things turn out, OK?”
I nodded, then we both drove off.
As I pulled into my driveway I realized I had no idea how to relocate Lady Bianca’s residence. Great! What was I supposed to do? I wasn’t going to see Andy for a couple of weeks, as he had an out of town job. I decided to call him on his cell phone in the morning. As things turned out, that wasn’t necessary.
The next morning at breakfast, out of the blue, June asked a question that shook me to my foundation.
“Steve. Who is Lady Bianca?”
How could this be? How could she possibly know? I mean, it was just last night that I met her. I damn near choked on my coffee. June noted my reaction. I calmed myself as best I could before responding.
“Sit down June. I’d like to talk to you about something.”
The look on her face was one of pending doom. I knew I had made the wrong choice of words.
“No, no no. Nothing like that. I’m not wanting out, or wanting to see someone else for sex or any other reason. My love…OUR love is still strong. PLEASE sit down June, so that I can explain all this to you.”
She sat down at the kitchen table with me, somewhat reluctantly.
“First of all, how did you find out about Lady Bianca?”
“I was hanging up your jacket when, lo and behold, this card fell out.”
She slid the card to me across the table. I quickly scanned it.
Now that made no sense at all. If one is holding a jacket upright, like one normally would, and there was a card in one of the pockets, it would be physically impossible for a card to fall out. It just doesn’t happen like that. Even in the unlikely event that June went through my pockets, she would not have found a card from Lady Bianca because I didn’t take her business card. And I didn’t keep Andy’s.
So the question is how in the hell did a card get into my pocket? My jacket was never out of my sight, so I know that she didn’t slip one into my pocket. Something weird was happening.
“Who IS Lady Bianca, Steve?” June’s voice was now more assertive.
“First of all June, let me start by confessing a small white lie.”
“When you called last night I was with Andy. But we were sitting in Lady Bianca’s living room, chatting with her.”
“What for?” she asked. Her patience was running out.
“Andy took me to see her. According to him, she’s someone who can help us. The caveat is that we both have to be very open minded and willing to trust her and her methods.”
“Oh really?” June was very skeptical.
“Andy claims that she saved his marriage.”
“You told Andy about this…this problem?” Now she was pissed off. But I trudged onward.
“Actually no, I didn’t tell him. He knew!”
“Oh that’s right. I forget how sensitive guys can be.” June’s voice now dripped sarcasm.
“June?” I paused, to let her know that I was getting upset over how she was reacting. She backed off a bit.
“Please, Steve. Continue.”
“He sensed that something was wrong with us because he and Stacy went through the same thing we’re going through. He claims that Lady Bianca helped them by helping Stacy with her…difficulty.” I said, being careful to choose the right words.
“And just how did Lady Bianca do this?”
“I don’t know. That’s the part we would find out if we decide to seek her help.”
“We? Don’t you mean me? Oh Steve, how could you?” She was damn near in tears.
In a dramatic gesture, I took her hands in mine and looked her squarely in the eyes.
“The answer to that one is simple. Because I desperately love my wife and I want her back, in all ways.” I thought I put that very nicely. So did June.
“This is crazy, Steve. What is she, some kind of psychic healer?”
“Ehh…honey…” I hesitated. “She claims she’s a sexual healer.”
I prepared myself for a barrage of verbal throwing knives. It never came. All she did was take in a deep sigh.
“OK. Let’s do it…I’ll do it.” my endlessly astounding wife replied.
“Are you sure?”
“Will you be there with me?” she asked.
“I believe I will.”
“Then yes, I’m sure. I’d like to fix this too. I, too, want our loving life back.”
“You never cease to amaze me, June. Have I expressed to you the minimum daily number of ‘I LOVE YOUS?’”
She smiled at me.
“No. You’re short by at least a dozen.”
“I’ll catch up.” I squeezed her hands and smiled.
“So…This Friday at 7 PM.”
“How did you know?”
“It was on the card.” she said, handing it to me. I looked.
“First of all, I have no idea how this card got into my pocket. Secondly, there’s nothing on this card other than her name.” June took back the card and re-checked.
“It was on there when I found the card. Friday the 15th at 7 PM. I swear! And now, it’s not on there!!!”
Lady Bianca was now officially messing with my head.
“Oh Steve. This woman is freaky. I have GOT to meet her.”
I smiled, though I was a bit taken aback by all this, and the fact that June actually agreed to it. Still, something inside me could not wait for the meeting of these two elegant women…
Friday night finally arrived. The days leading up to it were cordial, but distant. June’s attitude toward me was luke warm at best. Then for some reason, when the big day arrived, she perked up. When we were just about out the door, her mood seemed almost anticipatory.
Just as we were about to leave, June then did what I liked to call her “final fuss.” She was ready. But she was compelled, by forces that I do not understand, to look herself over one last time in the mirror in our foyer. I grumbled about it all the time but never really minded, as it gave me one last opportunity to fully appreciate the goddess to whom I was married. Then came the inevitable question that I’d answered millions of times.
“How do I look?”
“The same way you look every time you ask me that same question…”
She interrupted me with her best pouty look. The one that always drove me nuts.
“OK. You look amazing June. You always look amazing. Every time you ask me that question, the answer is always the same. A MAZ ING! How many times must I answer this question?”
“Every time I ask it.” came her terse response.
She then looked at me and smiled, gave me the sexy wink and then was out the door. I don’t know if anybody’s noticed this before, but women are rather odd creatures…
Driving west on Main street, we had to briefly get on the mid town expressway. After two exits going north, I took the third. I have no idea how I knew this, or how I knew I was going the right way. I understood now that I was being guided at a metaphysical level, most likely by the dark haired beauty Lady Bianca. After a right turn off the exit, things began to look familiar.
My amazement at this was interrupted by June, who, for most of the ride had been silent. Not an angry silent. Just silent. As though she was contemplating how this all might turn out. A couple more blocks and I spotted Ethereal Lane. I made a right turn, slowed down and pulled up in front of the house.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she Steve?”0
“I’m sorry hon, I was concentrating on not getting us lost.”
“Lady Bianca. She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?”
We pulled into the driveway, and I put the car into park. Her question was rhetorical. I answered it anyway.
“Yes, June. She’s very beautiful. How did you know?”
“I just know.”
I waited for the uncomfortable “is she as pretty as me?” question. It never came. In truth, June seemed OK with my acknowledgement of Lady Bianca’s beauty. I shut off the engine, and we alighted.
Now on Lady Bianca’s porch, we stood waiting.
“Aren’t you going to knock?” June asked.
“No need. She knows we’re here.”
June looked puzzled. Then the door slowly opened. The lady appeared, looking exquisite. June’s facial expression was that of astonishment. Her jaw dropped. The two women connected immediately with their eyes. Salutations were exchanged, then she welcomed both of us, inviting us in.
“So happy that you decided to come. Enter, please.” she said, smiling at me, then at June. We removed our jackets in the foyer. I hadn’t noticed in our foyer because she had her jacket on. June wasn’t displaying any cleavage, but the blouse she was wearing definitely emphasized the size and fullness of her breasts. Knowing that I would get a rise out of her, I whispered into her ear.
“That’s a great blouse, honey. Is it new?”
She punched me in the arm, knowing I’d seen it many times before.
In seconds, we were in the room that I first saw earlier this week. Something was different.
“Your table is gone.” I observed, as both June and I stood in the center of the softly lit living room.
“We won’t be needing it.”
She turned to us again, smiling at me then turning to my wife. Without any qualms, she took June’s hands into hers. June did not seem to mind. She even returned the hands caress. For whatever the reason, June seemed very comfortable with the dark haired beauty. She engendered trust, while emitting an unmistakeable air of female sensuality. June seemed caught up in it. I wondered if June was sexually turned on by her. Male or female, who wouldn’t be?
“So, this is the beautiful June.” she said, honestly admiring my wife’s beauty, which I felt matched hers. Not that I’m biased or anything. These were two hot women, scoping each other out, immersing themselves in each other’s beauty. Now I wondered if Lady Bianca was sexually turned on by my wife. Once again, who wouldn’t be?
“Steve told me that you were quite beautiful too, Lady Bianca. He was right.” my now comfortable and totally unpredictable wife responded.
They smiled at each other. A genuine smile, not faked. Lady Bianca seemed thrilled by my wife’s striking beauty. June seemed mesmerized by the Lady.
Next, June blew my mind by reaching out and running the fingers of her left hand through Lady Bianca’s long, raven tresses. As June’s fingers slowly worked their way through her thick black hair, the lady closed her eyes, as if to enjoy the sensuality of the gesture, and to get a sense of my wife.
“Do you like my hair?”
She needn’t have asked. June’s response was immediate.
“It’s so soft and silky. Just beautiful, as are you.”
The lady responded wordlessly, giving June a look that might have annoyed me, if this whole situation wasn’t so incredibly erotic. There was definitely chemistry between the two women. There was heat between the two beauties. I found it tantalizing. I could not, nor would not object.
From the introductions, the Lady guided us to a large, soft mat that seemed to have a soft padding underneath, after we had both removed our shoes. We formed a kind of triangle, but there was no doubt the two women were the most important angles.
Sensing that my function here was observation only, I watched as the two sat and faced each other with their legs folded, knees touching and eyes locked. I took the opportunity to observe Lady Bianca’s attire. She was definitely into the gypsy motif tonight. Her long black tresses poured out of the red bandana on her head. Her hair was beautiful. It was a striking contrast to June’s long wavy red hair. Indeed, the similarities and contrasts between the two women was a delicious site. For example, June’s creamy, alabaster skin was a delicious contrast to Lady Bianca’s soft, olive toned flesh, which was made visible by her off the shoulder cream colored peasant blouse. The blouse did not emphasize her chest, but I’m almost certain that June knew their breasts were equal in size. The rest of her attire screamed Gypsy fortune teller.
This mutual appraisal continued over several more long, silent moments. But my wife seemed at ease with this woman of mystery. Indeed, she seemed enchanted by her.
Lady Bianca then reached out and gently cupped June’s face in her hands. She then separated her hands and ran the fingertips of both hands evenly down each side of June’s face, staring at the forehead, then down to the temples, around her ears and then circling back up, then down her cheeks and under her jaw, returning to the original cupping position. All the while, June’s eyes were closed, as though she was surrendering to the experience.
My enigmatic wife. In a setting where I thought she would be at the least skeptical, she now seemed totally relaxed and into it.
“June.” Lady Bianca spoke, as June opened her eyes to once again meet the lady’s eyes.
“I can sense that you are ready and willing to let go. Is this correct?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca. I am.”
“Do you wish to proceed to the next step?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca.”
“You must be certain of this, June. Are you certain?” the lady wanted to know.
“Is your trust in me complete and unfettered?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca. It is indeed.”
“Then lets proceed.”
I was reassigned to a very comfortable chair on the perimeter of the mat. The lighting in the room had been softened to a pleasant level. The delicate smell of incense and the narcoleptic sounds of new age music were in the air. The whole thing had the aura of a B movie script. I was told to wait while the two women went off somewhere. I was puzzled by this. But then, a few moments later…
Off from the distance both women reappeared. They moved to the center of the mat and faced each other. Somehow, Lady Bianca had convinced my wife to change into one of those nearly see through negligees. Or, perhaps no convincing was needed. The garment was a very light powder blue color. June looked incredibly hot in it! Underneath it, to my amazement, June was completely naked.
Now facing my wife, with only inches separating them, the Lady herself was adorned in a negligee similar to the one she wore when we first met. Only this time she wasn’t concealing anything. Her wondrous private parts were available for scrutiny, so I scrutinized. Her body was magnificent, but so was June’s. Her large breasts stood proudly on her chest. So did June’s. Both sets of breasts were equally large, firm and shapely. I wondered if, during the process of changing, they took the time to compare. My guess is that they did. One would hope they did.
From my vantage point I could see the four magnificent breasts as they pointed directly at each other. There was no mistaking the fact that all four nipples were erect. What sexy images this brought to mind!
Underneath the flimsy, see through fabric were two shapely, nude bodies. Both women equally buxom, with smooth firm stomachs, curvaceous legs and asses. But, I might add, the most delectable part was that both pussies were clean shaven. Where was this going, I wondered?
“Steve, my love.” June’s voice came softly to me, while her eyes remained locked with Lady Bianca’s eyes. She did not wait for a response. The two women clasped hands and moved closer together, though still not touching.
“I’m in good hands here, darling. Please do not be put off by what you might see here tonight. Lady Bianca is going to help me. I trust her implicitly.”
Both women turned to look at me. I nodded to them both, approvingly. But I knew that my sometimes provincial attitudes would have to be put on hold this evening.
Both women sent a loving smile in my direction, then turned into each other. And, from that point on, I knew that I was nothing more than an asterisk in tonight’s proceedings.
Like June trusted Lady Bianca, I trusted my wife implicitly. Did I trust Lady Bianca implicitly? Hard to say. What I did know is that I saw a level of eroticism in June that I had not seen in a long time. This made me willing to stick with whatever was going to transpire, before my eyes, in this strange yet comfortable setting…
The lady the spoke directly to my wife.
“You must release, June.”
“Come to me.” Lady Bianca opened her arms, inviting June into her full embrace.
“Come to me, June. Body to body.”
Whoa! Did I hear that right?
Incredibly, June did not hesitate.
Right before my eyes, in nothing more than the thin fabric of the negligees, my wife was in a full on body embrace with Lady Bianca. She seemed to surrender her body fully to Lady Bianca’s exquisite body. The Lady’s arms were around my wife’s waist. June’s arms were around her shoulders. It was easy to see my wife’s amazing tits now fully engaged with Lady Bianca’s spectacular tits. I’d never seen anything so sexy! The dark haired beauty was slowly rubbing her tits against June’s, and June was responding, rolling her breasts fully into the lady’s impressive tits. Eagerly, I might add. They were cheek to cheek, and I could tell Lady Bianca was whispering something into June’s ear. I moved to the edge of the chair, carefully, so as not to distract them. I wanted to hear what was being said to June. I could hear the lady’s dusky voice…whispering…
“Surrender June. Surrender completely to me. Give your body unconditionally to my body June…RELEASE!!!” she was telling my wife, with considerable emphasis on the “release” part.
June seemed eager to comply. Indeed, it did actually seem like she was trying to release something. I watched, mesmerized and quite turned on.
Their bodies were locked together. I mean seriously interlocked female anatomy! Even in this standing position, both gorgeous women intertwined anatomically in a deliciously prurient body on body lockup. What a sight to behold! Breast to breast, belly to smooth belly, rubbing together. Next, Lady Bianca angled her crotch and ground her hairless pubes squarely into June’s. Shocked but delighted, June responded in kind. They began to slowly grind, pelvis into pelvis, crotch into crotch, woman into woman. This went on for a while, as both women grunted and moaned.
But the night was just beginning…
I did a quick time check. It was eight PM. Only an hour had passed but it seemed like a lot more.
I was fully relaxed in the “ringside” chair. My wife stood alone, in the center of the mat. Lady Bianca had gently extricated herself from June’s embrace. And, without saying a word, she went off somewhere into the dark. After a few minutes I sniffed a familiar fragrance in the air, over the incense.
The lady returned with some of that herbal tea she served the other night. We all partook of a cup. They sat on the mat with their legs folded. I was allowed to join them. We chatted lightly about the weather. The weather! Of all the lame things to discuss, after what had just transpired!
Tea time ended, and the lady cleared things away, once again vanishing into the darkness. I returned to my chair. June came to me, knelt alongside my chair and took my hand in hers. I looked at her quizzically.
“Are we done here?” I asked, foolishly. June smiled.
“Far from it.” she replied.
“How do you know?”
“I just know, hon.” she said, calmly. Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s a “woman thing.”
“What happens next?” I asked, unable to shake the sensation of being a dork. June was patient with me.
“I’m not one hundred percent certain. But I think things are about to get very heated.”
“Meaning what, June?” My question went unanswered.
June could sense the lady’s imminent return. She quickly caressed my hand and whispered softly to me.
“Whatever happens, don’t be freaked out by it and don’t interfere. Promise me?”
I nodded in tacit agreement.
“Is this working for you, June?”
“She’s going to help me, Steve. I wasn’t sure at first, but I’m certain of that now. Please be patient and understanding, like you always are. For me, hon.”
Before I could respond, June rose to once again meet Lady Bianca in the center of the soft mat, or the “ring.”
The two beauties once again faced each other, slowly moving into body contact. They did not embrace, but I could see their tits pressing together once again. It was a reunion that, somehow, I could not object to. Their eyes were locked. June had a look on her face that seemed to say, “whatever is coming next, I’m down with it.”
I was now, once again, out of the equation.
Lady Bianca then stepped away. She softly addressed my wife.
“June. You’re responding well so far. We’re one third of the way there. Are you ready to move to the next phase?”
“Yes, Lady Bianca. I’m ready.” my wife dutifully responded.
There was a pause, as though the lady was assessing June for signs of hesitation. She spoke.
“Now, lovely June. For this next phase, we must both remove our…”
And before she could finish her sentence, June was naked.
Lady Bianca smiled in approval, and then she removed her negligee.
I was amazed at her incredible naked beauty. My wife was too. I could tell.
You could now see both women’s chests heaving in anticipation. The two naked goddesses now moved slowly toward each other into the center of the mat. I was beside myself with excitement.
“For this part, sweet June, we must kiss. Is this OK with you?”
“I look forward to it, lady.” said June.
Lady Bianca smiled and then stretched out on the mat, on her back. What a spectacular body! She then closed her eyes, held her outstretched arms with her palms up in what seemed to be a gesture of receiving, then softly muttered what I think was an invocation. It only took a few seconds. Then, with her eyes open, she moved both hands above her body from her knees to the top of her head, almost as though she was preparing her body for some ritual. She turned her gaze to June, and then nodded to her.
June knelt down beside her, waiting.
“Do you know what to do now, June?” she asked.
“I think so.” June replied, tentatively.
“To be clear, you must come to me once again. Only this time, nothing will be between us. Flesh against flesh, you must give all of your body to my body without reservation or hesitation. All the lust and desire and passion that’s in your beautiful body MUST be surrendered completely to mine. No holding back. Understand?”
June nodded in agreement. The lady continued.
“If this happens as I have elucidated, your body will feel pleasure such as its never known before.”
I’m June’s husband. Normally, I’d be annoyed by a statement like that, as it could be considered an affront to my masculinity. But I have to say, judging from this woman’s body, that was probably a pretty accurate statement.
“This, pretty lady, will be pleasure so intense that you will have no choice but to release whatever is inside you that has held you back; whatever force it is that has suddenly caused these inexplicable inhibitions you’ve recently been experiencing.”
“I’m a bit frightened, Lady Bianca. But I am very eager for this to happen.”
“Then, let’s begin. And, by the way, it’s OK to be a bit frightened.” Lady Bianca said, gently mollifying my gorgeous, naked wife.
I watched as June’s stunning breasts rose and fell on her chest as the result of a deep sigh. I don’t think I’d ever seen her looking as wondrous as she did at this exact moment in time. Then, as gracefully as I’d ever seen her move before, June stretched out and lowered her nude body directly on top of Lady Bianca’s naked form. She was welcomed in a full embrace. June’s amazing tits were now experiencing the full naked measure of Lady Bianca’s large, superb breasts. For that matter, the lady’s tits were getting the full measure of June’s extraordinary tits. It was the most titillating thing I’ve ever witnessed. Wordplay intended.
Their bodies seemed to take to each other immediately. It seemed as though the lady had the uncanny ability to fit her body perfectly to every subtle curve of my wife’s delicious anatomy. June’s pretty alabaster skin appeared to be fused with the silky olive flesh of Lady Bianca. The mutual heat was unbelievable!
The two women began to roll back and forth on the mat, grunting those sexy girl grunts as they took turns on top, like two chicks in a heated wrestling match. Only this match was far more sensual and had much deeper ramifications.
As I sat and watched this womanly encounter unfold, I recalled the few times I had contemplated asking my wife if she would be willing to engage in a sexy nude wrestle with another girl, for our mutual (as in mostly mine) pleasure. I never had the nerve to raise the question, however. Now I’m sorry I wimped out. This was so amazing to watch!
A few more sexy body rolls and the two began to engage in the most ardent kissing I had ever seen. My wife, it seems, was crazy with lust. She was giving her all to Lady Bianca, exactly as she had promised. It also now seemed that Lady Bianca was taken aback by my wife’s animal lust. But she kept up, reveling in the intensity, surrendering herself to June’s lust, as she had asked my wife to do. I thought to myself, however, if this was a fight, June would be kicking ass.
For the next twenty minutes or so, the two large breasted goddesses remained locked in this intense sexual encounter, with their voluptuous bodies moving rhythmically together. Speaking of which, the battle between their spectacular breasts alone was worth the price of admission. No matter who was on top, the four fleshy orbs were locked in their own personal duel that involved intimate rolling and rubbing and then crushing together. Tits were fused so tightly together I thought I was going to witness the bursting of fleshy balloons. Every once in a while, nipples became visible. But it was apparent that they too were engaged in their own private encounter. Sweat now glistened on both women’s bodies. The grunts, groans, moans and near screams were almost constant. The only silence came when they locked their hungry mouths together in a fervid kiss. The sweet sound of flesh slapping together was in the air. Bellies pressed and rubbed against each other, and smooth, hairless crotches were now locked in a slam contest. It was my sincere hope that June’s sweet pussy lips were making contact with the olive skinned beauty’s bare pussy lips.
Back and forth their undulating bodies rolled, arms wrapped around each other tightly. Their silky smooth legs were entwined. Then, June seemed to take control. Or, did Lady Bianca want her to finish matters?
June slammed her crotch hard into Lady Bianca’s receptive pubes. The lady gave back. The bumps continued and noticeably intensified. June seemed ready to explode. Lady Bianca was right there with her, slam for slam, egging her on.
The kiss broke off. I could tell now that Lady Bianca was directing the proceedings. June was now slamming intensely into Lady Bianca’s receptive cunt. The two women were now groaning, and both were in tears as the pubic pounding and crotch grinding continued.
I could see beads of sweat on my wife’s gorgeous back. Her wondrous red hair was now matted and wet. Lady Bianca’s hair looked almost as bad. Certainly not coifs that two such elegant women would ever be seen in wearing in public. But it was so sexy and sweaty and passionate!
I could now tell that the lady was speaking to June. The louder she spoke, I could tell she was indeed giving June guidance. Eventually, her words became clear as my wife continued to grind crotch to crotch with her. I was now almost certain that the sweet lips of their pussies were engaged with each other. I had to wonder how that felt to June. But for now, I was focusing on the lady’s exhortations.
“Give it up June. Give it UP!!!” she seemed to challenge.
“Release June. RELEASE!!!” her voice was now approaching loud.
June continued her assault. But through it all, she began to groan and started to cry. The lady then screamed at the top of her lungs, in order to get June to “release.”
“GIVE IT UP!!!” she screamed.
“LET IT GO LOVE! RELEASE IT TO ME!!!” she loudly exhorted.
June then howled like I’d never heard her howl.
At that split second, the lady skillfully flipped my wife on to her back. June bucked fiercely beneath her. Her strokes were met rhythmically by Lady Bianca, who repeated the word “release.”
Then, I saw something truly unbelievable. Something other worldly!
As though it were orchestrated, the lighting in the room dimmed. I looked at the two women’s fused nude bodies and saw what appeared to be a soft white glow. I swear, it appeared to be leaving June’s body and trying to enter Lady Bianca. And then, it vanished…