A first

Currently active rules:

"Old rule: all women have a dramatically increased libido, making them feel horny for most of the day."

"New rule: masturbation is socially unacceptable. No one is allowed to touch their own genitals. Sexual stimulation and gratification can only be performed by others."

"New rule: Women must have permission from a man before having an orgasm."

“New rule: immediately after receiving an orgasm, a girl must offer her ass in a spankable position to the man who gave her permission for the orgasm. “

I stopped fucking Barbara in less than a minute though, and got up, to the surprise of both women. I walked over to Helen, and leaned over her: “Get up, and on to the bed.”

She looked startled, not understanding what I was talking about; so I took her upper arm, pulled it to make her stand up and immediately threw her on the bed, right next to Barbara.

“Now spread your legs,” I ordered. Too baffled to object, she did. I turned to Barbara, and invited her to the space that was created between Helen’s legs now they were spread, right in front of her pussy. I said to Barbara: “Look… there’s my wife’s pussy. You see how wet it is? Well, not as wet as you maybe, but still… can you imagine that that pussy was barren for nine years? “

Helen’s vocal after that line didn’t manage to create any words, but it sounded panicky and wronged. I snubbed her to shut it, and turned to Barbara again: “What do you think of it? “

Barbara was silent for a minute while she studied Helen’s pussy. Then she said: “I don’t know, really… I never actually looked at a pussy, not even my own in the mirror… and certainly not this close. But it seems to be just like mine… I suppose. It matches how it feels myself. Does she feel the same as me?”

“Do you want to find out?”

“What… you mean… play her pussy? “

“Yeah, why not? So you can figure out if she feels the same way you do yourself?”

Helen was still producing discorded vocals, but that seemed to be merely a formality; she didn’t make any effort to close her legs, or cover her pussy with her hands; in fact she started trembling a bit, a very little bit but clearly visible from so close. And I had correctly observed that her pussy was, indeed, extremely wet. A thin glistening film covered her entire pubic region, and small beads of juice shone like pearls upon the skin.

Barbara was clearly fascinated by the implication: “She got horny by watching you fuck me? Wow, that’s really sick… “ It was clear that she meant that last word in a very positive way. Barbara reached out with her hand, and laid it across Helen’s pussy.

“It is so… warm!” she said, as if that was something really strange.

I nodded, encouraging her without words to explore more. The sound of Helen’s vocal turned from wronged and angry to a weird mix of arousal and fear, and now she defended her body, as her hands flew down, trying to take Barbara’s hand off and away.

It wasn’t a conscious action, merely a reflex from the nervous system, not even from the brain. But I had been prepared for it. I had taken two pairs of handcuffs from the postorder box, and had them handy; now I got up, pulled Helen’s arms upwards above her head, and tied them to the frame of the bed, far away from any riposte move against pussy handling.

I nodded to Barbara to continue, and she put her hand back on the spread pussy in front of her, just adding a slight squeeze this time as she cupped Helen’s entire venus mound with her hand. She massaged it for a bit, squeezing her hand and releasing it, gradually increasing the pressure. Helen had closed her eyes, and the fear component of her moaning gave way to the arousal one more and more.

Then Barbara released the squeeze, and moved on to the craft of detail. She bent two fingers and put them on the inside of both labia, then stretched them so the pussy spread open like an orchid. The clit rose up in the open space, swollen and throbbing.

Barbara watched fascinated: “It looks… magnificent! She’s eager and yearning and aching now, right? “

I smiled at her and said: “Absolutely! Hot to the touch, and hungry for more!”

“So… should I proceed? And how? “

“Well… the conservative way would be, to just let one of those fingers reach for that clit, and stroke and rub it… she’d heat up even more, and continue her travel towards the edge…”

“But there is another way as well?”

“Well, if you really wanted to tease and please her at the same time, the touch of your hand and fingers is always trumped by your tongue and lips…”

She looked at me confused, and said: “What, my mouth? How do you do that?”

“Well, let me see… how is your kissing? “

“My kissing? What do you mean? “

“Well, do you usually start an encounter with a man with a kiss? “

“Well… Sometimes. Not very often. They are too busy getting inside my pants, usually... “, she laughed.

“Really? Well you are really missing out on something then… a kiss can be a beautiful and sensuous sensation, and a great appetizer for the upcoming fuck. Here, let me show you…”

I leant forward to meet her lips with mine, about a foot above Helen’s belly button. She had been right, she wasn’t a great kisser, even though her lack in experience was compensated by her enthousiasm; she just pressed her mouth against mine, and somehow expected something to happen.

Some basic education was needed here, so I lectured her a mini-class on kissing. I showed her the moves to make by executing them on her; then I tested her comprehension by making her do them back to me. The many ways you could play with the pressure of suction on the tender flesh. I showed her how it wasn’t just a lip job, and how the tongue could be used in several ways; then I even included a nibble of the other’s lips with the teeth.

It took about fifteen minutes to complete the crash course, and I was happy with the way she kissed me when we finished: tiny lip nibbles back at my lips, applying some suction to suck it in, licking the length of my lip, then flashing her tongue in and out of my oral cavity, gently teasing my tongue between her teeth. I looked at Helen, lying right underneath our training location. Some saliva had dropped on her belly. She looked numb and miserable, watching her husband kiss a competitor in her own bed, right above her. However, her legs were spread with Barbara’s body between them, and thus unable to close; and to a casual observer, it seemed as if the glistening of her pussy had deepened…

I turned to Barbara “Now that’s a really promising start! But you were asking, how do you please a girl with your mouth? Well, it is almost the same thing… you apply all those techniques I just showed you; just not to my mouth, but to her pussy!”

Barabara sighed in amazement: “Wow… that’s really sick!” I wasn’t really into the latest slang of youth, but it was again clear that “sick” meant something really great. And she didn’t really hesitate to put her money where her mouth was. As she lowered her head to bring her mouth to Helen’s pussy, with her knees on the mattress, her ass rose up into the air. She stuck out her tongue when her head was less than an inch away from Helen’s clit, and she examined the throbbing clit with the tip of it.

Helen moaned and Barbie took it as an invitation to increase the intensity. She descended slightly further, so both her lips could entangle Helen’s clit and gently suck it in. Then she released the suction, letting the clit slide out of her mouth, just before sucking it right back in again.

Barbara was an amazing student indeed. She applied the kissing techniques I thought I could have just introduced her to, and even expanded on them, creating a start for her own style and technique. I was very curious as to what kind of kisser she would be in, say, two weeks! The fine quality of her job didn’t escape Helen, either. Her eyes had half-closed, and her moaning was increasing, correlating with Barbie’s handling of her pussy. I could see that Barbara was using the information that this moaning provided her, leaving out elements which generated scant noise, but repeating and expanding on actions which generated louder whines. This wench was a true gem to find, picking up on a subject like this so quickly, adapting and internalizing it to make Helen shake in rapture!

I had sat back a bit to watch the start of Barbara’s work, but now I leaned forward, stretching out on the bed next to Helen, and bringing my face right next to her. I looked her in the eyes. They looked ****, as if she was almost sobbing. I smiled at her, kindly, as if I was comforting her. When I brought my lips to her mouth for a tender kiss, I was surprised by the vigor of her response. As if she was a leopard in the desert, thirsty under days of burning sun, she drank my lips as if it was her sole salvation. I reigned in the wild fury of her lips, and guided her into a long and quietened kiss, even if Barbara showed no corresponding remorse on her pussy. She was trembling like a leaf as I embraced her, just drifting on the wild river of her pussy, with my kiss as her only rock to hold on to.

I broke the kiss and brought my mouth to her ear instead, and whispered: “These games seem to make you quite horny, my dear wife…”

She just nodded her head, as she struggled to get back into Barbie’s rhythm without the buoy of my kiss on her lips to hold on to. I looked down just to see a glimpse of Barbies teeth gently nibbling her labia.

I continued: “My little horny wife slut… Barbie really turning you on in exactly the right way there, right? Whoever would have ever thought I had a bi wife?!?”

“I’m not bi, I’m not lez! I don’t love women… she just… oh wow, the way she… my God, wow! Please, Gary…”

She saw the displeased glance in my eyes, and immediately corrected herself: “Oh I am sorry! Master! Please! Can I…? Master… please…”

“Can you what, my love? “

“Ah, dammit…. You KNOW! “

“No, I don’t…?”

“Goddamit… can I cum? Please please please?”

I looked at her, pretending to be shocked: “What… you want to have an orgasm? Now? My non-lez wife is requesting permission to cum on the lip job of a… woman?!?”

On the rythm of Barbie’s licking and her own moaning, she managed to utter: “Yes!!! That’s exactly what I want… I can’t hold it anymore… this is so good… please… allow me… please… I need to cum… so bad! Please, Master…?”

“Well Helen, I would be inclined to allow you…”

Her eyes jumped as a glimmer of hope sprawled across her face. I didn’t hesitate to wipe it off immediately, when I continued: “...it’s just that I can’t, you know? Can’t just wipe away nine years… “ I allowed my voice to drop into an angry growl, took her chin in my hand to hold it tight, and moved my face just an inch away from hers, forcing her to return my glance: “Nine YEARS, Helen! Not nine minutes, not nine hours, not nine days… YEARS! So no, my dear… I really can’t allow you to get away so easily! Your request is denied!”

She burst into tears again, right in the middle of her arousal, edging over the cliff of release. And her first sob broke the resistance she had been fighting so hard to keep in place. The hurricane called Barbie in her loins became uncontrollable. As the tears welled to her eyes, so did the orgasm to her crotch. It took her in a wild frenzy of all kinds of emotions. The moaning turned into a wild yelping, and it was impossible to tell if it was the sorrow or the pleasure that caused it. Her body jolted and convulsed as wave after wave of neurons were generated in her pussy, and dispatched to the furthest corners of her body.

I realized that I had never seen her orgasm before; the lascivious exhibition before me was nothing like anything I had ever watched before. Come to think of it, I didn’t even know if I’d ever made her cum. Maybe she had never come at all in her life. She looked beautiful now, cumming, with a quiet calm right underneath the rage of orgasm that engulfed her, drifted off to a place far away from this world, peaceful and possessed at the same time.

The orgasm lasted more than a full minute. For that whole minute, the spasmodic frenzy ripped her apart as she squealed out her ecstasy at the top of her lungs. Barbie gave me a concerned glance, as if she worried if Helen was OK, but I beckoned her to continue her pussy kiss for the entire duration of Helen’s journey through the orgasm.

Finally the orgasm started dying down; the jolting diminished to trembling, and her yelps gave way to an intense panting, still interspersed with a slight sob sometimes. When she finally managed to open her eyes, she found my face right in front of her. I saw tranquility, relaxation, and satisfaction in her eyes. She was still sobbing, but it had nothing to do with the sorrow anymore; it was just a quiet release of the last bits of remaining energy in a continuous flood of tears.

I said in my most tender voice: “There, my darling… that was truly magnificent, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, still unable to speak. There was a smile the size of Grand Canyon on her face, and her glance looked drowsy and dreamy when she looked at me.

Then my voice dropped an octave: “Yet it was also forbidden. It is in the rulebook, you know? I specifically denied you an orgasm… and still you came, you disobedient slut! Don’t you have any respect for rules at all? “

A shadow crossed the Grand Canyon, as she suddenly realized that she might be in a bit of trouble.

I said: “So what do we do with rule-breaking sluts? “

Her glance turned further towards worry, still she managed to say: “They get… punished?”

“You darn right, my love! Illegal orgasm… the worst crime a slut can commit! The worst punishment for her, to pay for it! Come, get up and come with me!”