Kati had been a topic of discussion for weeks for my wife, Lydia. Nothing odd or obsessive, just remarks in passing about how Kati liked such-and-such restaurant or had turned her on to this or that particular band. Even so, I was a little surprised the first night Lydia brought Kati home.

Kati had been a student in one of Lydia’s undergrad literature classes the previous semester, and afterward the two of them had become firm friends. Of course, I encouraged this. We had relocated to our current town for the sake of Lydia’s teaching career, but she wasn’t really happy at work. Most of the faculty was older and on the stuffy side, and of course that didn’t go down well with Lydia. Also, online acquaintances had assured her there was a thriving S&M scene in the area, but that turned out to be false info. So when she connected with Kati, I was very pleased. Naturally I wanted to be as supportive as possible of her new friendship.

But as I’d said earlier, I was surprised when she brought home Kati that night. Startled, even.

Simply put, this slip of a girl was nothing at all like my Lydia.

My wife is intensely physical — tall, powerfully built and, of course, very dominant. That had always thrilled me about her. She works out regularly, keeping herself fit and muscular. She wears her hair short, almost to the point where it resembles a crewcut. Her features have a classical loveliness, but also a fierceness. She could be a bit frightening to those who don’t know her. I understood from our friends back on the West Coast that strangers often mistook her for a lesbian. I found that rather funny.

Kati seemed to be her opposite. It wasn’t simply that she was thin and small.  Or that she dressed in that slovenly way young people considered stylish. Or that she was so silent, saying barely a word as she scoped out our bookshelves. She possessed none of Lydia’s vigor and strength. When my wife initially informed me she was bringing her friend home for dinner, I had been thrilled at the prospect of dining with two amazons. I didn’t realize Kati would be nothing of the sort.

I had thrown myself into the preparations for our meal, making all of Lydia’s favorites. But I noticed Kati barely touched a bite.

Lydia, for her part, was as boisterous and loud as I’d ever seen her. She pressed drinks on Kati, dishing scandalous gossip about their various mutual acquaintances. My wife was drinking quite a bit of booze herself, and fairly soon the one-sided conversation with Kati turned sexual.

Now Lydia, when turned on, is not easy to turn off. I myself don’t have much in the way of a sex drive, which is something my wife hasn’t ever let me forget. The consummation of our marriage five years ago was Lydia’s one-woman show. She pinned me down and fucked me raw. She utterly possessed my cock that night, making it hers. I was little more than a prop.

Of course, to see any woman coming into her own power that way is incredibly thrilling. I adored being the object of my wife’s desire. And yet, I’ve always sensed Lydia came away disappointed that night. As if she’d wanted more out of me, and I had not delivered.

“You know, Norris here, he’s not much for fucking,” Lydia informed Kati, slurring her words badly. Kati, for her part, was staring down at her fingers. She nodded and occasionally murmured in a noncommittal manner as my tipsy wife nattered on.

“Lydia,” I said gently, “I think you’re embarrassing her.”

“You don’t know anything,” my wife said contemptuously. “Can’t even fuck. I told you he couldn’t fuck, right? There’s one thing he can do, though. He can eat pussy. Eats my puss like a li’l angel.”

“You like that?” Kati asked, suddenly perking up. She looked at Lydia with large dark eyes that suddenly seemed very interested in her hostess. “Does that turn you on?” Her voice sounded oddly forceful all of a sudden. When I tried to break in and change the subject, she asked the question again, interrupting me, I thought, quite rudely.

“Yeah,” Lydia slurred. “Oh yeah, I love it.” The two gals stared at each other as though they’d discovered a previously unrealized common ground. The air between them fairly crackled with sexual energy, and I was rather stunned.

I sensed the time had come to bring the party to an end before things got totally out of hand. Whatever Kati thought of the whole thing, I was deeply uncomfortable — because what my wife said was true. My oral abilities were the one talent I brought to the table sexually. I truly enjoyed nuzzling and sucking my wife’s pussy when she was in the mood, and her delirious sounds made the act even more pleasurable for me. I suppose I got out of it what most men get out of fucking, and I was rather protective of that one little pleasure nature had allowed me.

Lydia was drunk, as they say, off her ass. I knew it would take only a few moments before she passed out. In the meantime, I managed to get Kati out the door with a lot of murmured apologies and promises to “do it again sometime.” She made no resistance but turned a quick, faintly wicked smile on me before she left.

I remember being overcome by a strange feeling as I helped Lydia to bed. We do, after all, have an open relationship, with both of us free to pursue other people so long as the proper respect is paid to the other. So, I’d never been really sexually threatened by another person’s interest in my wife. Not the rowdy men at the roadhouses Lydia insisted on frequenting, not her fellow S&M enthusiasts on the Left Coast. I certainly saw nothing threatening in Kati.

Shows how smart I am.

The following week, Lydia began spending more time away from home. I didn’t give this much thought at first. The semester was drawing to a close, and my wife was busy giving and grading exams. Yet some second sense in me sounded a warning note. She seemed much more preoccupied than usual, barely noticing me as I served her breakfast. She would disappear into her home office for nearly an hour at a time. I could hear her chattering to someone on her phone — giggling and growling with what seemed to be enormous sexual excitement.  By midafternoon, she usually changed her clothes and drove off without telling me where she was going. Not that it was any of my business, of course, but still…

Things came to a head once her semester was formally over. I was looking forward to some much-deserved relaxation. I was enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen when my phone rang. It was a video call, and it was Lydia, naked and sprawled out on a bed. But the screen only showed her from her belly up. Someone else was clearly holding the phone, but the image rocked and tilted wildly. My wife was moaning and gasping. She seemed to be lost in an absolute frenzy of pleasure. Her nipples were erect, and her cheeks were flushed. She bit her lower lip and slapped at the mattress. I couldn’t tell if she was drunk or just overcome with sensual passion.

It was a bit strange to see Lydia like that. I hate to admit it, but I found it more than a little exciting. I could guess what was happening, of course. An unseen someone was eating her pussy, probably licking her clit and nibbling her thighs.  

“No,” Lydia murmured, seeming barely conscious. “Don’t…don’t show him. He doesn’t need to see.”

The only reply was a low feminine chuckle. There was no question that it was Kati. The little minx! To a certain extent I admired her sass. Not only did she make no effort to hide her games with my wife, she actually dialed me to put them on display!

As though she was hearing my thoughts, Kati turned the phone to face her. She was smiling lazily, her mouth gleaming wetly with Lydia’s juices.

She whispered, “Hello, Norris. Do you like seeing your big, hot wife this way? All hot and sweaty? Don’t you wish you could turn her on the way I do?”

Her voice was different, very unlike the way she had mumbled at dinner. She sounded supremely confident and utterly in control.

Suddenly, the phone jerked again. The screen was filled up with an absolutely pornographic image of Lydia’s pussy. Kati’s fingers were holding my wife’s swollen cunt lips open for my inspection.

“Bet you want to fuck this. This perfect, juicy twat. It smells like the ocean. Mmm.” The phone’s screen went nearly black, though I knew it was showing the back of brown-haired Kati’s head as she lapped at my wife’s crotch. I could hear Lydia’s muffled wails of joy in the background.

Then Kati spoke once more, saying, “A woman’s body is full of pleasure spots and hidden delights. Does watching us make you hard? That tiny little cock of yours, isn’t it just throbbing now? Don’t you want to jerk off? You can, you know. I can’t see you do it — unless you want to show me.”

I don’t know what was going through my mind at that moment. Strangely, I felt little anger or resentment. Part of it, as I say, was a certain admiration for Kati’s cheek. And part of it, I have to admit, was excitement.

The truth is I had already unzipped myself by the time Kati reached the part of her monologue about my “tiny little cock.” I had matters well in hand already, but I felt no desire to show naughty Kati anything. Though I was convinced she already knew what I was doing.

The phone soon shifted back to Lydia’s face. I didn’t know exactly what Kati was doing to my wife, but it was certainly driving her crazy. Her eyes rolled upward, and she bounced her head against the pillow. She hissed and moaned. I could hear Kati slurping and lapping, making the most obscene sounds. My favorite was a sort of “la-la-la-la-la” vocalization as she — I assumed — teased Lydia’s clit with her flicking tongue tip.

“Come,” Kati commanded suddenly. “I want you both to come for me.”

For my part, I was very close, and knowing Lydia, she had probably already enjoyed several orgasms. But as my cock jetted into my palm, I could hear my wife crying out climactically.

“That’ll do, you two,” Lydia’s pal purred.

With that, the call abruptly ended. But our connection with crafty Kati was just beginning.