The Wife III
By Montrose
The Wife teaches and learns from Amy


Things got back to normal around my house. On Monday nights my wife would a
break into my TV schedule to molest me, sometimes begging for it like a sweet
kitten, and sometimes demanding what she wanted and taking it like the
powerful jungle cat she more closely resembles. Either way the sex was good.
During the week we filled in with more spontaneous romps. And Friday was
bowling night.

Amy and Dan could hardly keep their hands off each other now. I had never
given Amy much thought until she had given me such marvelous head while my
wife stomped Dan into oblivion on that fateful night. But now I had to admirer
her toned ass. She was long and lean – as tall as my wife but maybe 50 pounds
lighter. Normally I don’t go for that look, but like I said ... the head was
marvelous.

Amy and my wife had a regular girls’ night out every Wednesday. Who the hell
knows where those two got to on their own. As it turns out, they talk a lot
about the men in their lives.

One Wednesday night, close to midnight those two show up in my house drunk as
lords. Normally they have a few but this night they were over the top. My wife
plopped down on the couch next to me (I had waited up) and she pulls Amy down
onto my lap.

My lap, mind you. Her pert fanny crushed into my cock. Her ample boobs bounced
in my face almost ejaculating from her tight blouse. Her flaming red hair
spread out down my arm. Her long legs flipped up to cover my wife’s lap. My
wife ran her hand up and down those pegs.

"We got a job for you." My lovely wife slurred.

"What?"

"Amy’s gonna teach me how to suck dick."

"WHAT?"

They broke into peals of laughter. They fell into each other they laughed so
hard.

"No. I mean it." My wife gasped when she could speak again. "I can tell when I
suck you off that you can remember better – and I know it was Amy."

"Try to tell her it wasn’t." purred Amy, stroking my chin.

"Uh..." What the hell was I supposed to say? I decided to shut the fuck up.

Both ladies slid to the floor and started working my pants off. "Oh Jesus." I
murmured.

I was rock hard by the time they had my pants down. Amy showed my wife how she
slipped her lips over the head of my crank, and off, swirling with her tongue
as she tickled my sack with her fingers. And from there the lesson began.
Sometimes they took turns and sometimes they both licked up the sides of my
joint at once. And I have to say, my wife was a quick study. Within twenty
minutes I couldn’t tell which face it was that was swallowing my tool. And
when I shot my load it was deep down the throat of my one and only betrothed.

And unlike Amy she could take the entire wad down her throat with no overflow.
She had surpassed the teacher.

I lay panting, and incredibly grateful on the coach when Amy said, "Okay, now
teach me how to kick his ass."

Now it was my turn to laugh. I laughed and chuckled until I saw them staring
at me in dead earnest.

"You..." I stammered. "You don’t mean to say you think this slip of a girl can
kick my ass!" I told my wife. "I’ll turn her over my knee!"

"I can take you." My wife replied.

"But you’re so much bigger!"

"Amy is as tall as me."

That made Amy almost a head taller than me. But I still had a few pounds on
that slender girl. I felt some of my bluster drift. My wife seemed confident
that I would get beat.

My wife looked at Amy. "Do you remember what we talked about?" she asked.

"Yes!" said Amy eagerly as she stripped off her blouse to stand ready in only
a pair of jean cut-offs. "I’m ready to try it out. And I’ve been working out
too." She flexed her arms and showed respectable muscle for a slender girl –
not as thick as mine, but longer.

"You’ve been coaching her?" I asked.

"For weeks now. And we’ve been sparring."

My mouth ran dry. "But I still can take her." I said as I stood.

"Famous last words." Said Amy smiling down at me.

We circled each other a few times. Amy faked a few jumps at me and I tried to
grab her a few times. Neither one of us made progress at first. Then I lowered
my head and drove into her middle, sending her back to a wall. Her wind left
her as my shoulder dug into her tummy.

I let her drop to her knees and grabbed an arm and chicken winged it behind
her. This was going to be easy, I thought.

"Not so cocky now, eh red?" I whispered in her ear.

But then she rose up, throwing me to the ground. She sprang on me and got me
in a headlock. Her grip crushed my throat. I pushed at her arm, barely
managing to get my head free.

But before I could do anything she was on me again – this time with her legs
around my neck. Her ass was in my face as she tightened and relaxed in waves
that made my head feel like it would explode! There was nothing I could do to
pull those legs apart.

I stood but she stood on her hands with her legs still locked on my neck. Then
she tucked and rolled, throwing me to the floor on my back with her ass
landing on my face.

She spun around and reapplied a scissors hold to my neck facing the other way!
She was doing whatever she wanted with me! I got mad and fought but I was
already very short on air and beginning to black out. Her snatch in my face
only added to my lack of air!

Then, just before I passed out she got up. She just stood. She kicked my face
lightly with her bare foot. I rolled over and tried to stand. I fell but Amy
pulled me up. I was so out of it she had no trouble ducking a punch I threw
and flipping me up onto her shoulders. Giggling like a school girl she spun me
like a top up on her shoulders. Then she dropped me hard on my back at her
feet.

She grabbed up my legs and arms and sat on my face.

I gasped out a call for mercy with my last bit of air. Maybe they didn’t hear
it through her bum in my face. Maybe it went unheeded. In any case, I woke up
with Amy posing astride my body, making muscles for my applauding wife.

But before I could submit again, my wife slipped off the couch and onto my
face. And there she started fondling Amy. The two of them were still drunk. I
don’t think they had done this before. For one thing the kept whispering
instructions to each other.

I begged to me let up. But my wife’s ample ass stopped all noise from reaching
them. I think my wife actually like the vibration.

When Amy had licked my wife to climax I felt her juice trickle down my chest.

When my wife had satisfied Amy with her powerful hand driving up her snatch as
she clutched her close, I felt Amy’s hot goo dribble down to join the wet
mess.

They panted and rested as I gasped for air beneath their combined weight.

Finally Amy got up and led my wife with her. They sat on the couch, in my
spot. Amy pointed at me. "You! Dog!"

I struggled to my knees. I gasped air. "Yes?"

"Lick me." She said. My wife giggled and nibbled Amy’s ear, mauling her big
tit in her firm hand.

I crawled over and got to work on Amy’s clam with my face. Occasionally my
wife’s hand would push me aside and slide into her. Together we gave Amy
another few orgasms. I began to think the couch would never dry out.

Then Amy rolled over, pushed me to the ground, kneeled on my back and ate my
wife out until dawn.

She fell asleep with her face in my wife’s bush.

They awoke - sober. When Amy finally crawled off of me she seemed a bit
embarrassed. She got her clothes on in a hurry. But before she left my wife
grabbed her at the door, still naked. They kissed.

Then Amy left.

Silently my wife got my breakfast while I showered. She washed up as I ate. As
I sat with my second cup of coffee she emerged from the shower.

I cleared my throat. "Uh... about last night."

"Shhh." Said my wife, softly. She climbed under the table – a tight fit for a
person that size. Then she proved to me that she had not forgotten a thing
that Amy had taught her about giving head.