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It Takes Two

By: naughtygurl30



“My husband’s a cheating bastard.” That’s what I keep saying out loud to myself as I maneuver past the primer colored cars and king cab pickups that litter the parking lot of Hank’s Tavern on East 23; a mile or two the other side of Corbett. It has become my mantra. That cheating sonofabitch. I’m sure that I’ve always known that Paul was having an affair or affairs. I just chose not to recognize the signs. Hair on the suit. Working late at the office. It becomes easy to turn a blind eye to those sorts of things when you practice. “That fucker!” The cusswords feel good in my mouth. Paul didn’t like me to swear, so I’m out of practice. But the words feel good now. They roll around on my tongue before spilling out. Each one carrying it’s own distinction like marbles. 

I’ve been driving for a few hours. Ever since I picked up the phone after going out for a jog this morning and heard her voice. “Is Paul there?” The sugar dripping from her words. 

“No, he’s not you fucking bitch,” I wanted to reply right back – spice on top of sugar. But I didn’t. Lost the nerve - again. “No.” I said. “May I take a message for him.” That’s right, I’ll just play his fuckin’ secretary. The dutiful little wife in this life he’s constructed for himself; while he’s just out fucking.

“Just tell him Darla called,” she said. Although it wasn’t Darla. It was Dar-la with the accent on the kiss-my-sister southern twang. I could just see her now. Fake tits, blonde air straight from the bottle and teased to the moon. 

So I snapped. As soon as the bitch hung up, I absofuckinlutely lost it. The phone was easy. That came out of the wall with one solid tug. Actually it was a lot less satisfying than I thought it would be. I wanted to have to really yank the thing and have to cover my face from a shower of sparks and plaster. But it wasn’t like that. Nope. A little tink maybe as the little plastic dohicky pulled free of the wall jack and that was it. Almost landed on my ass for the effort though. 

Now the plate glass window in the front room. That was much better. Oh yeah. Talk about satisfaction. The sound that window made after I flung the phone through it was like the primordial moan of a virgin having her first orgasm. Not that I would know on either account. I am obviously not a virgin and it had been so long since my last orgasm, I’d forgotten what it sounded like. The initial loud pop from the phone actually going through the window was good, but then right after that, so quick I almost missed it was a crinkle sound like wrapping paper on Christmas as the glass cracked into a tangle of spider webs. Then a half second of silence. The silence was exquisite. The lull before the grand finale of the fire works display down on Shoals Beach. The bewildered window gathering its strength for a final encore and then exploding. Pieces of glass flew everywhere inside the house and out. I stepped gingerly, over the jagged shards of glass that still clung gamely to their place in the window, into the flower bed that had been so meticulously groomed the other day by Holman’s Yard and Lawn Care. Bits of glass glinted like diamonds against the fresh orange barkdust.

Old Mrs. Tuttweiler, that fat bitch from across the street, was watching as usual. Nothing happened up or down our street without her supervision. Filling her own front window with her flabby frame, her hands fixed firmly on either side of her wide hips, Mrs. Tuttweiler’s mouth hung open in a curious mixture of disbelief and joy. Her mind was already working on who she was going to call first and share this gem of neighborhood gossip. I waved to her happily. She hesitated for a moment retreating a step back into the shadow of her living room. I could tell she was uncertain whether or not to become a participant in this delicious drama. I continued waving madly now. My whole arm pivoting from the shoulder frantically as if my life depended on pulling her back to the front window. A witness. If even an annoying feeble minded one, I needed to have a fucking witness to my freedom. 

After a moment, Mrs. Tuttweiler lifted her arm weakly. I wanted to give her an exclamation point. Something to wrap up this little episode with pizzazz. The cherry on top of the sundae. Give her the finger, I thought. That will keep the old bitch’s phone line humming for a month. No, too easy. Anybody could come up with that. This was my great escape and it needed to be done right. I spun around and in one smooth movement pulled down my shorts, bent over and gave Mrs. Tuttweiler a shot of my black lace thong and creamy white ass. Slapping my right cheek with a tingling crack from my hand, I kicked off my shorts, sending them into a perfect arc to the waiting branches of the rose bushes and stepped back through the window and into the house. 

The rough exterior of Hank’s Tavern is exactly what I’m looking for. I want to get fucked and I want to get fucked hard. I was through being the demure little woman. I was on a journey to take back control of my life and my desires and this seemed like the ideal place to start. 

The lot was packed and I had to circle a couple of times before wedging Paul’s black BMW next to a dumpster. Two black cooks, wearing stained white aprons and sitting on plastic crates sharing a joint, eye my car suspiciously. I don’t think Hank’s caters to the foreign automobile set very often. 

“Well, hello Ladybird,” smiles the older of the two. The younger one has just taken a deep drag, his lungs filled with the sweet smoke. “What can we do for you?” He asks with a leer.

“Just a potty break, I’m afraid,” and try to smile as sweetly as possible. 

“Well, that’s too bad, but if you need anything else, you just give Johnny and me a holler,” the man stands up and wipes his hand on the front of the apron before offering it to me. “I’m Hank, owner of this establishment.” He smiles. 

“Well, I could use a little of that,” I say indicating the almost completely smoked joint held tightly between Johnny’s thumb and forefinger. “You wouldn’t know where I could score some pot do you?” 

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Ladybird. You go on in and take care of your business and we’ll see what we can do for you.”

Just as I turn to walk away, a breeze comes up and catches the hem of my short skirt. The light fabric billows up revealing to both men that I’m not wearing any underwear. As I continue walking, I hear Hank call out, “Ohhh, Ladybird, I think we can definitely work out something for you. My cheeks redden as both men erupt in laughter.

Inside, I locate the women’s restroom on the other side of two pool tables. It is a tight fit as I walk around squeezing the past the players apologizing the entire way for interrupting their game. Instead of being afraid, I realize that I’m quite aroused when the men make no effort to disguise their lustful appraisal of the outline of hardened nipples and bare legs. 

After using the restroom, I checked my appearance in the mirror. It was decision time. I could either slip quietly out the door or go for it. Unbuttoning my blouse another button, I decided to see what kind of a stir I could make.

I was greeted outside the restroom door immediately by the still sullen Johnny from the parking lot. “Hank wants to see you in the office,” he said. I followed Johnny up a narrow set of stairs. The office was sparsely furnished; which was good because with the metal, government surplus desk, a file cabinet, and an office chair that was leaking stuffing from a rip along the left side of the seat, there was barely enough room for the three of us. Johnny closed the door behind me and leaned his back up against it, blocking my exit if I had wanted to leave. Under normal circumstances, I would have been screaming bloody murder, but tonight I wanted to play this thing out. 

“Well Ladybird,” Hank smiled broadly. “You sure do freshen up nice.” Hank’s eyes never made it past my neck.

“Thank you,” I said. 

“I’d offer you a seat, but as you can see we ain’t got none. But I got something better for you.” Hank reached into a drawer of the desk and pulled out what had to be a half pound of pot. 

“How much is all that going to cost me?” I smiled. I think I left my checkbook in my other purse.”

“Well Ladybird,” Hank said while getting up from behind the desk and coming around to the front. “I thought we’d be able to work something out.” Hank leaned back against the desk and winked at Johnny who still remained at the door. Taking my cue, I knelt down on my knees in front of Hank and unzipped the fly of his pants. Reaching inside I pulled out his cock which was rapidly hardening. 

“Oh my God,” I gasped. I had never seen a black cock before and this one was magnificent. It was so thick, my small hands were barely able to fit around it. I stroked it a couple of times working the drops of precum into the dark skin. Hank spread his legs a little more and groaned in pleasure. Putting the cock to my mouth, I ran my tongue along the underside. The skin was soft and salty. Opening my mouth as wide as I could I let Hank feed me his meat. With his cock in his hand, he began moving in and out of my mouth. At first, as he thrust his cock in too deep and I gagged. Embarrassed, I pulled away.

“That’s ok, Ladybird. He laughed gently. “Let’s just take it a bit slower.” Putting the head of his cock to my lips, I sucked softly. Slowly he slid further into my mouth. “That’s it Ladybird,” he encouraged. “Breath through your nose and let your throat relax.” I was so turned on having my mouth completely filled with his hot member that I didn’t even realize how deep he had penetrated until I felt my throat open up just enough for me to completely swallow his rigid dick. “Oh, yeah Ladybird” he moaned. “That feels good.” Now that I had shown the ability to accommodate his size, Hand began fucking my face in earnest. Holding onto my head with both hands, Hank drove his cock deep into my mouth. The feeling of his balls slapping against my chin was driving me wild.

Suddenly, another pair of hands lifted my skirt. I had been so focused on satisfying Hank’s gorgeous manhood. That I had forgotten about Johnny standing guard at the door. But he hadn’t forgotten about me. His long fingers explored the wetness of my pussy while Hank continued to pump away at my face. Spreading my legs a little wider, I encouraged him to probe the depths of my pussy with his fingers. I so wanted to be filled by both men, I could hardly stand it. 

From the corner of my eye, I could see Johnny stepping out of his pants, and I knew my wildest fantasy was about to be filled. Two black hunks were going to take this little white girl for the ride of her life!

“Let’s make this a little easier,” Hank suggested as he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I was irritated by the sudden emptiness of my mouth and quickly complied with Hank’s direction in order to go back to work on him again. “Get on all fours,” Hank suggested while he slid his pants to the floor. Meanwhile, Johnny stood behind me silently stroking his own cock and rubbing his balls in anticipation. Although not as well endowed as Hank, Johnny was quite impressive himself. Pulling a metal folding chair out from behind the desk, Hank sat down. His cock jutting out at a forty-five degree angle, looked unbelievable. His balls were completely shaven, so I took this opportunity to suckle and test their weight with my mouth. Running my tongue beneath his balls, Hank groaned with pleasure and slid further down on the chair, allowing my tongue to explore deeper into that sweet area between his balls and anus.

Johnny had now positioned himself behind and I felt him guiding his dick into my soaking wet pussy. “Oh,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.” 

Johnny’s hands tightened around my hips as he pounded himself into my cunt. “Ohhh,” I moaned. “Fuck me harder!” The sound of Johnny’s groin slapping against my ass was echoing so loudly in this tiny room that I was almost afraid that the other men downstairs would hear. Johnny’s breaths started to come in short bursts and I knew he was near climax. “C’mon baby,” I implored. “Cum on my white ass! I want that hot cum all over my ass!” Johnny groaned loudly and pulled himself out of my pussy just as a spurt of cum released from his cock, coating my back. “Oh, that’s it. Get my ass, baby.” Jerking himself viciously, Johnny didn’t disappoint as he soon coated my exposed anus with his seed.

Turning my attention back to Hank, I reached beneath his balls with my left hand while continuing to jerk him off into my mouth with my right. Tentatively, I circled his tight hole with my finger. “Damn, Ladybird.” He said in surprise. Taking this as encouragement, I pushed my finger just a little ways into ass. “Ohhh,” he moaned quietly. His head tilted back against the wall. As I slid my finger deeper into his anus, I felt his balls tighten. “Ohhh, shit!” He moaned more loudly. Knowing that he was close to exploding, I started fucking his ass with my finger while pumping away on his cock. “Fuck!” He shouted and I felt his cock spasm in my mouth and a stream of hot cum shot down my throat. Withdrawing my finger from his ass, I took Hank’s cock in both hands and continued to masturbate him into my mouth eagerly lapping up all of his juice. Even after Hank was finished, I selfishly squeezed his cock until I had savored every last drop. 

“Well, Ladybird.” Hank said, affectionately stroking my hair. “You certainly earned this. He grabbed the bag of pot from the desk. 

“Why don’t you keep it for me.” I said while straightening my skirt. “I think I’ll remember where to find it.”

“You sure are welcome to come back anytime you like,” Hank offered. 

“I think I will definitely have to take you up on that.” I said as I stepped over the prone figure of Johnny who was slumped up against the side of the desk. Going down the stairs, I felt the hot stares of the men at the bar, and realized that having cheating bastard of a husband might not be so bad after all.

It Takes Two



Cathy looked back as she entered the back door to her house at the ones still gathered around the swimming pool. At one time that day more than forty people had been having fun barbequing and swimming. It was now after eight and most had gone home including the ones that had children. The seven or eight left around the pool would be there until late night or early morning. It had been mostly beer and soft drinks but now they were hitting the hard stuff. She knew from experience that the party was just beginning. As it had before; the later it got and the more drinks consumed the friendlier every one became. Some were going to get shit faced and not remember what happened tomorrow morning. Others were going to lose their suits, and some were going to find a secluded spot and fuck the wives of the men that got shit faced. It never changed, two are three of the women were going to fuck more than one guy tonight. One of them wasn't going to be Cathy. She was pretty sure that her husband Chet wasn't going to be one of the men. 

She knew that she was going to be pushing away adventurous hands for the next four hours and that didn't bother her. In fact, she got a kick from being touched by the different guys. She knew that Chet was going to have his hand under a few suits himself but she was just as sure that when he slid his cock in some wet pussy it was going to be hers. 

The party had been made up of class mates from school and their families. The remaining group was class mates that had been more than close friends all the way through school. Some were in the class ahead or the one behind but now they were all in their middle twenties. Some of the spouses were from other places but fit in perfect with the group. Cathy and Chet had dated their senior year and married soon after school was over. He had been her first and so far her only one. 

Chet had always strived to make sex for her good from the very first time. She never regretted letting him have her virginity or for marrying him a year later. From the first time she had felt him in her she had liked the feeling. The biggest problem they had over the years was that she liked it almost too much. He could push her to the edge of a climax where she could just stay for the longest time. Every nerve ending in her body loved the way he made her feel. For thirty or forty minutes, sometime for and hour she could ride that edge of bliss until she almost lost conscious from the trill it gave her. Chet did his best to last with her but it was almost impossible. Thankfully he was a man that loved his wife and when she couldn't finish before him he finished with his mouth. She came faster on his tongue than on his cock. He constantly apologized for not being able to last longer. She had explained to him that it wasn't his fault; he made her feel wonderful and he lasted as long as any man could last. Still he felt that he was letting her down. There wasn't a woman in there group that wouldn't give anything for their husbands to last like Chet.

After four years of marriage it hadn't changed. She was ready for sex anytime he wanted her which was nearly every night. It certainly wasn't size that failed her as he was very well endowed. She knew for a fact that he was bigger than all the men that hung around the late parties except maybe Mike, and Mike was about the same. The men hadn't been the only ones doing the touching during the late night swims.

A couple of months ago, after another marathon fuck, Chet had been gasping for breath as he rolled from her. "Oh Chet I am so sorry! Baby it felt so good but I just couldn't make it over the top."

"Just give me a minute to catch my breath and I will finish you." True to his word he rolled between her thighs and his mouth went to work on her well fucked cunt. A short time later she was screaming her climax as she held his head buried in her cunt. He struggled to get his breath as he finally pulled loose and lay back beside her.

"Thank you honey, you always made me feel good. I am so sorry that I can't just climax like other women."

"We need to find another man to help me with you."

She thought he was joking and laughed at him. "Honey you are the only man I want."

It was another couple of weeks and after another long fuck he suggested it again. To humor him she lay her head on his panting chest and let her hand travel down his sexy body to his soft cock. She stroked him for a few minutes while he calmed down. "You mentioned that before, are you sure you want to give up your proprietary rights to my pussy?"

"Honey, the best sex for me is when I make you climax. As good as it feels it is only when you climax that I feel my best. It doesn't matter if it is with me in you are my mouth on you. When you cum I am happy."

"What would make you happy when another man made me climax? What would you get out of that?"

"It would be my pleasure to see you climax either by me are some one else."

"Are you suggesting that I let one of our late night partiers have a go at me?"

"No, nothing like that."

"Then just how do you see this working?"

"The three of us in bed; him and me taking turns until you couldn't stand it anymore."

"A threesome?" she was getting a little pissed at him. "Do you have this other stud picked out are do I have to go out and find him myself?"

"Mike."

"Mike! He's black!"

"So, he is a close friend, he would keep his mouth shut, and I know he likes you."

"I like him too, but not to fuck. I have never even been on a date with a black man. My father would kill me if he thought I even thought of being with one. He wouldn't even like the idea that we have blacks among our friends. Why him and not one of the others?"

"He is the only unmarried one, and if it worked he could get by more often."

"Sorry to burst your bubble big guy, but the only cock I want is yours." That was all that was said for another couple of weeks. When he brought it up again she asked, "Why do you think Mike would do this?"

"I could ask him."

"What are you going to say? "Hey Mike, doing anything tonight? How about come over to the house and help me fuck Cathy?"

"Something like that."

"Not on your life! I better not hear anything from Mike that you said to him." Later she was left to wonder if he had talked to Mike. It seemed that each time he was around he was showing her a lot of attention. The problem now was her. Since Chet had mentioned Mike she found herself paying more attention to him. He had been a year ahead of them in school and very popular with boys and girls alike. He was then and still was one of the nicer looking guys around; she had just never thought about him in this way before. 

Now as she looked back at the others still in and around the pool she thought about Mike. There were four women still there and she was the only one that had not stripped at one time or another. She did some playing around with the different guys; touching, letting them cop a feel, but it was all in fun. They all knew she wasn't going to go much farther than just having fun. She was just as sure that Chet hadn't given in and went to bed with one of their friends. 

She had come into the house to use the restroom and get away from Mike and the others with their free roaming hands. It wasn't the hands on her body that upset her; it was the way she was starting to like it. Mike had his hand on the inside of her legs when she pushed him away and came in the house. It had felt so good that she had been tempted to let him have a little more freedom; she was sure that Chet wouldn't have minded.

Coming out of the restroom she ran into Mike coming through the kitchen. "You looking for the restroom?"

"No, I am looking for you."

She smiled at him and used her teasing voice she often used with the more playful guys. "Here I am, was there anything you wanted?"

He moved close to her until she had to look up to meet his eyes. His hands were on her shoulders. "Yes, I want to kiss you." That wasn't anything new, he had kissed her before. Only this time she knew that it wasn't a simple peck on the cheeks or lips. Before she could come up with a reply he pulled her into his body. His lips came down on hers. She didn't try to push him away, just broke the kiss as soon as she could. 

"Mike, don't."

He was smiling his usual sexy smile. "Come on Cathy, what is one little kiss between friends?"

His lips had felt good on hers and she wondered what it would hurt to let him have another kiss. "One little kiss?" He flashed that grin and pulled her back to him. Again his mouth covered hers and this time she didn't hurry to break away. He sure knew what he was doing when he kissed and she pulled back once to catch her breath but went back to him when he pulled her close again. His tongue was in her mouth now and she liked the way he pushed against her tongue with his. She pushed back and their tongues did a sexy little number between them. That sent a trill to her lower body that really felt good.

He finally broke the kiss and separated from her slightly. Her arms were still on his shoulders when she felt his hands touching her breasts. The trill of his lips on her was nothing close to what the touch of his fingers on her breasts were. His hands were on her side with his thumbs stroking across her hard nipples. She had nice size breasts with areoles as large as silver dollars and nipples, when hard, nearly as big as her thumb. When she was excited the areoles and nipples stood up high on her breasts, and were very sensitive. Chet loved to play with them and she loved to have his hands all over them. Even in the pool when other men would get to touching them she didn't do a lot to discourage them. 

Her eyes were closed as she let him stroke across her nipples. It was only when he lowered his head and she felt his mouth suck a nipple in that she realized that her top was gone. She pushed back and was about to protest when his mouth switched to the other one. That felt so good that she didn't bother to stop him. He stopped him self. "God, you are so beautiful. I have dreamed about seeing you like this."

Cathy was trying to regain her senses. "Thank you, but what are you going to do if Chet walks in right now?"

"Cathy, I think we both know that Chet wouldn't be upset if he came in right now." Before she could answer he was kissing her again and her nipples were tangled in the curly hair on his hard chest; driving her out of her mind again. Never breaking the kiss he picked her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. 

In her mind she knew what he was doing but she couldn't find the strength to stop him. His strong arms around her just made her want to get even closer to his hard body and the hard lump she felt in his shorts. As he opened the door to the bedroom the bottom half of her swim suit fell to the floor. She was completely naked as he lay her down on the bed. She was too far gone to do little more than protest when he switched on the bed side light. "Don't you think it is a little bright in here?"

"I've waited a long time to see you like this." He dropped his shorts and she didn't protest the light being on any more. He was hard and long as she knew he would be. He being black only turned up the heat another few notches when she saw his black hands on her white breasts. One hand moved when his mouth took its place over her hard nipple. He had another use for it down below as he stroked her body at the junction of her legs. His fingers were tangled in her blond hair. Her legs were closed tightly as she pondered just what was going to happen now. "Cathy, open for me."

She heard him and then as if on their own accord her legs parted. She cried out when his finger parted the folds of her pussy and slid inside her. She was fast climbing to that wonder full edge she reached so quickly only to hang there forever. She opened wider as he moved over her and slowly entered her with his strong black cock. He and Chet were so much alike that she didn't have any trouble at all taking him completely. Once he was fully in her she brought her arms up around his head and pulled his mouth down for another wonderful kiss. Her legs moved up until she had them locked around his back. 

Mike had never been in a pussy any hotter than Cathy's. He had thought Chet was crazy when he had asked him if he would like to fuck her. Once he found out Chet was serious he set out to convince Cathy that she wanted to be fucked by him. He had about given up hope that it was going to happen until tonight. He had caught her watching him and when she went in the house h followed her. His only promise to Chet was that he didn't force her are make her doing anything she didn't want to do. The way she was fucking him back he knew he wasn't forcing her to do anything.

Chet saw Cathy leave the pool and go in the house. He had his hands full right then with one of the wives. There wasn't any doubt that he could fuck her if he wanted but so far he had been faithful to Cathy and he wasn't going to stop now. Then he saw Mike go in the door and when he didn't come back out he eased away and entered the kitchen door. He didn't see either of them and he headed to the stairs when he saw her bikini top on the floor. He picked it up and moved up the steps. He was as excited now as he was the first time he had taken her virginity. 

At their bedroom door he saw the bottom of her bikini and knew that Cathy was naked. His cock was rock hard just thinking about her being naked with Mike. The door was pushed closed but wasn't locked. He pushed open the door and the sight that greeted him brought instant jealousy and at the same time the most erotic sight he had ever been involved with. Mike's black ass was wrapped by Cathy's long white legs and he was pounding her for all he was worth. He heard the familiar cries of Cathy calling for him to fuck her faster and harder. He knew she was on that edge again and wondered if Mike could last long enough for her to go on over. He had managed a few times to push her over and it was nothing like you could even imagine. After that happened Cathy was completely out of it for awhile.

He watched for a minute before dropping his shorts and moving to join them on the bed. Cathy felt the bed sag as his weight came down on it. Her eyes open in shock at him seeing her with Mike. "Chet."

"It's ok. Just let go and have fun." Mike saw him but didn't slow down. A second later Cathy was back where she had been, on the edge again. Chet leaned forward and kissed her. Her tongue came in his mouth as they kissed while his friend was fucking her. He finally broke the kiss and moved down to take her breast in his mouth. He saw that Mike had the other breast in his mouth. Together they were pushing her higher and higher to edge. Then it stopped a minute as Mike climaxed. He cried out as he threw his head back and poured shot after shot of hot juice deep in her pussy. 

Chet knew that she had not made it and he pushed against Mike and he rolled over to her side. His cock made sucking noise as he pulled from her. Chet didn't waste any time moving where Mike vacated, nor did he give any thought to the hot cum his cock was now soaking in. His only thought was to bring Cathy to the biggest climax she had ever had!

Cathy felt like she was about to climax when Mike did. As she felt the disappointment of not making it he pulled out, only to be replaced by Chet. For the first time she realized that this was what Chet had been talking about all the time. One man just wasn't enough, no matter out good he was. Then Chet entered her and fucked like he was trying to put out a fire. This was completely unlike him. Normally he took it slow and easy where he could last a long time. This time he fucked her like he wanted to all the time. If he failed to make her climax then Mike could try again. 

Cathy had never felt like she was feeling now! Chet was driving hard and fast and she was starting to really climb the walls now. She was crying out so much that it was a wonder the quests at the pool could not hear her. Then it was over for Chet! He could feel cum building in his balls and then it was pouring out to mix with the juice of Mike and Cathy. He drove hard and deep and caught her hips, pulling her even tighter to him. He cried out as his cum shot into her.

Then wonder of wonders! She felt him shooting and the idea of his and Mikes cum in her sent her over the edge when she had only been a few time in her life. Her whole body was climaxing, from her head to her toes! Her legs dropped from around him and stretched out full length down beside his. "OH YES, YES, YES, she cried over and over before she blacked out.

Mike was watching wide eyed. "Is she all right?"

"Yea, she couldn't be better. It isn't always this good for her or for me."

"I thought you were joking when you told me she couldn't climax."

"After five years I needed help. You would never have got to first base with her if I could have pulled this off alone."

"Thank you for thanking of me, I've never had it this well before." Cathy was coming back around.

"Are you two talking about me?"

Chet kissed her. "Are you mad at me?"

"No, I love you. I should be mad for you telling Mike, but he was good, very good. She pulled Mike dawn and kissed him. "What about our guest, they are going to wonder where we got off too."

Chet spoke up, "you two stay here and I will go down and tell them you have a bad headache and went to bed, and Mike just walked home. I'll be back as soon as they leave." He was at the door when he stopped and turned around. "Feel free to go ahead and get started without me, I'll be here in time to finish." He pulled the door to behind him.

Mike looked at Cathy. She was stretched out on her back with both of their juice running down her legs. She saw him looking and smiled. "Let me get cleaned up and then get started, unless you are finished for the night?"

He shook his hard cock at her. "Does this look like I am finished?"

"No, it looks like it needs some place to go; I'll be right back." She was riding his black cock thirty minutes later when Chet returned.

Cathy didn't stop as she asked him how it went. "I just told them you weren't feeling good and had called it a night. It broke the party up a little early; I guess all of them didn't get all the fucking in they wanted."

He stripped and lay down next to Mike. He could tell that Mike wasn't going to last much longer. Cathy was riding him hard. Chet knew what it was like for her to get on top and not have any control. Mikes hands were squeezing her breasts as she bounced up and down on his cock. The sight of his black hands on her white skin had his cock hard in a moment. Cathy saw him and slid up and off Mike before he could climax. She moved over Chet and slid her wet cunt down over him and went back to working her pussy on him.

For the better part of an hour she alternated from one to the other. Both men were ready to cum and she was still riding the edge of a climax. The next time she moved towards Mike he caught her and flipped her over on her back. He entered her at once. He lifted her legs around his shoulders and fucked her as hard and fast as he could. At once Cathy started crying out how good it all was. Then for the second time in one night she came to another screaming climax this time with Mike in the saddle. He shot his load along with her climax and when he collapsed on her she was still shaking. Chet knew how good that had to feel to Mike as he had experienced it a few times himself.

It was morning before they quit playing around. Cathy didn't have another climax but she made sure that both her men had all they could stand for one night. It was one tired black man that found his way to his car that morning. The other two passed out in bed, wrapped in each others arms.




It Takes Two



It was almost noon when Chet woke. Cathy was still asleep as he slipped out of bed and showered. She woke as he was leaving the room. "Let me shower and I will get you some breakfast."

He had it ready when she got to the kitchen. At first they were a little tenitive because of the night before. Chet finally brought up Mike. "I should have told you I talked to Mike before hand."

"I though you must have, he has been pretty friendly the last few times we have been together."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did you like it?"

"What wasn't to like? I had two handsome men loving on me all night and two of the best climaxes I have ever had. Sure I like it! But what about you? Until last night you were the only man to ever be in me. Now your friend has had the same privilege. Is that it; is it over, or do we do this again and again?"

"I was a little jealous at first but I soon got over it as I saw how good it was for you. It's your call; this can be a one time thing or as often as you like. I just want you to climax every time we have sex."

"Would you be hurt if we did it some more with Mike?"

"No, you make the call as often as you like."

For the next six months Mike was over two or three times a week. At times he would be in bed with her when Chet got home. It was after a long weekend together with him that Cathy knew something had to change. She had grown so use to Mike that when he wanted to take her to bed she just went with him as if he was her husband. He had even stared coming over when he knew Chet would not be home. Cathy realized that she was treating him like a lover when she would gladly go to bed with him when ever he showed up. He had still been there a few times when Chet came home and the three of them would have sex together. More often than not he left before Chet came and Cathy did not tell him that Mike had been there. She knew she was getting in trouble and she had to be the one that stopped it.

It was Friday morning and she was getting Chet off to work. She kissed him and stepped back looking at him. "Do you trust me?"

"Sure I trust you; what brought that on?"

"I need for you to stay away from here tonight."

"What? Why?"

She took a deep breath; "Mike is coming over tonight after work."

"So?"

"I need tonight alone with him." She saw the hurt look in his eyes. "Please trust me on this; I know what I am doing."

"If you want to be with Mike why can't I be here like always?"

"I have my reasons and I will explain it all to you when you pick me up tomorrow night for our date."

"Tomorrow night? What date?"

"The one you are taking me on at five tomorrow afternoon. Your clothes are in the suitcase and I have registered you at the hotel tonight. I will see you tomorrow at five. Go out tonight and have fun."

"I don't like this at all."

"I know, but just trust me. I promise you are going to like the results."

"Are you going to bed with Mike tonight?" She could tell that he did not like the idea of her being alone with Mike.

"Yes, but I have been with him many times before."

"Not without me there." She wanted to tell him that she had been with Mike several times without him but now was not the right time.

Again she asked him to trust her. She kissed him bye. "See you at five tomorrow. And be on time.

Chet finally left but he wasn't happy about her being with Mike alone. Cathy spent the day getting ready for that night with Mike. When she greeted him at the door she was only dressed in a thin short gown that barely came below her hips. The tiny panties that went with it were still in her drawer. The top was cut to barely cover her nipples and lay soft across her breasts. It was the only item she had on as she had even left her shoes in the closet. She was even more sexy dressed like this than she would have be completely naked; a fact not loss on Mike.

"Oh Boy, do you look hot tonight."

She moved her sexy body into his arms. "Chet want be home tonight, is just the two of us."

"Alright, just the way I like it." She smiled at him and took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. 

"We can eat later if that is alright with you?" His hands on her body told her eating was the last thing he wanted right then. He was kissing her and trying to take off her gown when she stopped him. "No, tonight is pay back time for all the times you have made me climax. Tonight is your night. Tonight I am going to make you cum as often as I can, anyway I can." She moved to him and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from him. Her hands moved over his bare black chest, tangling in the dark curly hair. She leaned forward and tickled his nipple with her tongue before moving to the other one and doing the same thing. 

Cathy was just as fascinated with his black body now as she was the first time she had seen him naked. She kissed his nipples as hers hands moved down his chest to his navel and to his pants. She loosened his belt and slid her hand inside under his underware and felt the kinky hair surround her target. Finding her target he groaned from the double sensation of her mouth and her hands on him. She slipped his pants down his legs and he started to kick them off when she stopped him. "No, let me."

She pushed him back and he sat down on the edge of the bed as she dropped to her knees and pulled his pants off. His shorts soon followed and he was completely naked as she pushed him back on the bed. With his help she got him in the center of the bed where she spread his legs. "This looks good enough to eat," she said. She kissed up his legs to his cock and back down the other without touch him. His breath was coming fast as she repeated the move a second and then a third time. He was hard as he had ever been and he reached for her. "No, don't touch. This is just for you." She laid his hands above his head. "Stay like that."

She went back to kissing his legs over and over, getting closer to his hard cock each time until finally she kissed first one large ball; sucking it gently in her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue. He was about to climb the walls when she took the other one in also. His breath was coming faster each time her tongue rolled his balls around in her mouth. She knew that he was about to reach the point of no return when she released them and kissed up his hard cock to the tip. Pre cum was seeping from his glands as her tongue swiped across the head, bringing another moan from him. The soft moan changed to a loud cry of approval when her mouth covered his cock as she lowered her head down to take all she could into her mouth. Her tongue and the suction of her mouth were too much for him. He reached for her head to stop her. "No, I am going to cum!"

She lifted her head and looked at him. "I know, I want it!" She had given Chet blow jobs before but never to the point of Cumming in her mouth. She covered him again and he couldn't stop the flow of his juice from exploding down her throat. She stroked every shot and sucked him harder until his cock was spent. She then cleaned him up with her lips and tongue before lying across his chest. Her nipples were hard as they were stroked by his chest hair. 

"Dam Cathy, what brought that on?"

"Are you complaining?"

""Hell No! That was wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it, so did I. It was a first for me too." She propped her arms on his chest and kissed him. "Tonight I am yours."

He looked at her "What does that mean?"

"Just what I said. Tonight I am yours. You can do anything you want with me until morning. You have been so good to me these last few months that tonight it is payback time for you."

He had a big smile on his face. "Anything? Even?" He stroked across her ass.

"I have never done that but if that is what you want I will go with it." Having his big cock up her ass seamed like more fun for him than her but she had promised that tonight she was his to do what ever he wanted with her.

"I can't believe you are doing this."

"There is a catch to it." He looked at her with a strange look on his face. "When morning comes it will be over."

"That is ok; I'll be looking forward to the next time."

"No, it will be over. No more the two of us or the three of us. After tonight it will just be Chet and me." He protested for the longest time but she didn't give in. "Mike, do you want to fuck me are argue all night? When morning comes it will be all over for us."

When he realized she was telling the truth he set about getting all he could out of her that night. When he finally tuned her over and lifted her hips she lowered her head to let him take control. He slowly filled her up and to her surprised she found it to not be all that uncomfortable. When he stared driving his cock in her his fingers found her clit and soon she climaxed as he empted his balls in her ass.

It was getting daylight when he took her the last time. She was on her back as he moved over her. She watched his black cock entering her body again. She knew that she was going to miss having him fucking her but it was her marriage she was saving. She pulled his face down to kiss him as her legs wrapped around his back. She never expected to climax after so many times during the night, but Mike made slow gently love to her and she found her climbing the hill again and again until crying out she went over it. 

She held him wrapped in her arms until he finally softened and slipped out of her for the last time. "Cathy, is this really the last time? You know you love it as much as I do."

"I have never said I didn't love it. You are good, very good, but so is Chet and he is my husband. I can't continue to see you and stay married to him. It was his idea to start this but I could have stopped it but I didn't, so I guess I am just as guilty as he is. If we are to ever be together again it will be Chet's call." She smiled at him; "I wouldn't say no."

Cathy spent the first half of the day resting from the night with Mike. The other time she spent getting ready for her date with her husband. Her hair was fixed, the dress new, short and sexy. She had reservations for dinner at the restaurant they went to for their first anniversary. When the door bell rang she opened the door to see Chet dressed in the coat and tie she had packed for him. "You look handsome tonight."

"Wow, I didn't know what to expect. I'm not sure I expected such a beautiful women to answer the door."

"Let me get my purse and we can go." In the car she told him where to head. 

"I wasn't sure after last night just where we stood."

"I told you to trust me."

"It was hard to do when I knew that Mike was here with you."

"I told you to go out and have fun; did you?"

"No, I never went to sleep wondering what was going on here with the two of you."

"Lets eat and I will tell you everything."

The dinner was perfect as was the band in the room behind the restaurant. They were seated in a corner away from the band and other patrons. "Are you going to tell me?"

Cathy reached across the table and held his hands in hers. "Chet it's over."

"What!" she could tell instantly that he had the wrong idea? 

"NO! Not us. It is over with Mike!"

The relief she saw on his face told her that she was doing the right thing. "God Cathy, I thought you were telling me it was over between us. I couldn't go on living if I didn't have you."

"I love you Chet and always will. You had to love me to let Mike become a part of out lives just so I could have the best of sex. We don't need Mike any more. I finally found out that to have really good sex didn't mean that I had to climax each and every time we had sex. I realize that you tried so hard to please me that it was no longer fun for you. With Mike in the picture you quit trying so hard and just enjoyed the act it's self. The most important thing I learned was that when I pleased you I also pleased myself."

"The sex with Mike was good just as it was with you, but it had to stop. He and I were coming to closely involved to the point that I almost considered him your equal. When he wanted sex I didn't even stop to think; I just did it with him as I would you. It had to stop."

"What about last night?"

'It was my last night with him. I gave myself to him to do anything he wanted until this morning. It was great, it was fun and I am going to miss him being around, but he knew that when he left this morning it was over."

"You aren't going to miss him?"

"I'm sure I will, what woman wouldn't miss having two handsome guys loving her? I will never cheat on you with Mike or any other man. It was fun while it lasted and if it ever happens again you will be the one that calls the shots." He pulled up from the table and tossed money down to pay the tab. 

"Let's go home and see if we can push you over that edge again and again."

It had been almost a year since they started with Mike. The same group met and did their thing. Some husbands were sneaking off and fucking the wives of the men that had too much to drink. Men were still feeling up the women in the pool and vice verse. Cathy was still the one that had her limit as to how far she would go. She would look across at Chet and smile when some man was getting to close and he would come rescue her. Mike was still part of the group and was able to go farther with her than the others but still she called a halt. Chet knew but he let her have the freedom to tell Mike that there was a limit even for him.

It was after one such party that Chet was making love to her that he asked her if she missed what they had with Mike. "Sometimes I do, but I wouldn't want it like it was before. Just once every now and then might be fun. Don't you ever want one of our friend's wives in bed?"

"No. I have never had the least desire to fuck any one but you." He moved over her and entered her hot body again and again.

At the next party every one was winding up and getting ready to go home. Chet and Cathy were telling each one good night. Mike was the last to leave. He stopped in front of Cathy and kissed her on the cheek and gave her hand a squeeze before moving on to Chet. 

Chet watched as the last couple closed the door behind them before turning to Mike. "If you don't have a pressing engagement tonight what would you think of spending the night here?"

"You mean?"

"Yea."

The smile on his face matched the one on Cathy's. She leaned over and kissed Chet. "You too go on up, I'll be along when I get locked up." He watched them go hand in hand to his marriage bed. All his married life he had devoted his sex life to pleasing Cathy. He knew that she was pleased once again to be going to bed with the two of them. He trusted her to control the situation.



It Takes Two



Thanks to my wonderful, eagle-eyed editor. 

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Phil and Pete led the group. Lubricated, boisterous and anxious they laughed and high-fived their way through the parking lot with David and Rachael slowly falling behind until Phil abruptly stopped. He preposterously flung one hand behind his head and the other hand he planted on his outthrust hip and stood there in a faux sexual pose. David and Rachael noticed immediately and slowed down. Phil took a few more steps before realizing his friend was no longer beside him. 

"What the hell, man?' bellowed Pete unhappy to be stopped. Sweat beaded on his upper lip both from the extra fifty pounds he carried and the day's heat bleeding from the bleak Phoenix strip mall parking lot. "Its way too fucking hot for this. The sooner we get a cold beer and drink in a roomful of titties the better." 

"Patience. I'm the warm up act, buddy, you know, like a comedy show. You get hit with refrigeration and too many titties at once it might stop your heart." Phil yanked his t-shirt over his head and tossed it to a disgusted Pete who batted it to the ground and raised both arms halfway as if to ask 'what now?'

The half-naked Phil struck his pose again, his scrawny body sporting a precise famer's tan. He started humming a bawdy tune and raised the second arm to join the first behind his head. He rotated his hips in the darkening dirty parking lot. 

Racheal and Dave burst out laughing at the awkward jumble of hips wiggling like a mound of over caffeinated earthworms. 

"You're a sick ugly fuck," complained Pete, turning towards the front door. "Those are the worst titties I've ever seen. I need a lap dance now to this erase this abomination from my brain."

Rachael piped up, "I bet Pete wouldn't have been able to turn away if you'd taken your shorts off, Pete."

Pete responded with a middle finger raised over his head waving in their general direction as he trekked toward the front door. 

One hour and untold drinks later a shapely dancer grabbed David's attention as she walked by. Rachael noticed Dave yelling to the manager over the Shook Me All Night Long pulsing through the speakers. David pointed first toward the back of the room and then towards her. She knew David had a crush on her, but even though she didn't feel the same way, she had fun when they did things together. 

David returned momentarily to tell her he'd arranged a private dance for them. He was pleased when she said, "Sure. Whatever."

A few minutes later a burly man led the two of them through the club to a blue velvet curtain and told them to sit in two adjoining high-backed padded armless, chairs. David couldn't sit still. Rachael and a beautiful naked woman in the same room were too good to be true. At worst he was getting an intimate dance from a sexy dancing professional goddess, but two women stripping was his ultimate fantasy. He knew it wasn't going to happen, but it was fun to imagine. 

The dancer swept into the curtained space, introduced herself as Jeannie, and gave David and Rachael a quick rundown of the house rules. Once that was complete, she said, "Sit back and have a good time." She reached out, flicked a switch on the wall cranking unidentifiable music pounding the room with bass. Jeannie moved everything at once in the most graceful fusion of music and human motion Rachael and David had ever witnessed. The choreography of her hips thrusting to the side as both knees bent in unison pointing in the opposite direction left them silent and gaping. Jeannie's neck tilted in harmony with her knees while the long silky shimmering raven black hair moved as a living river of silk. Short red tassels hanging from the tips of her bra mimicked the movement of her hair. Just before her knees went past parallel with the ground, she began her ascent and rotated. Her body flowed like the fountain at the Bellagio. Head, neck, arms, hands, fingers, hips, legs all moved in concert. The result was mesmerizing perpetual sexual motion. 

Jeannie slowed her twirling then stopped with her taut feminine back facing Rachael and David. Her legs stretched to either side in an inverted V. Stiletto heels maintained a grip on the wood floor despite the insane angle. Starting from her sides, Jeannie's arms slowly rose as she filled the room stretching, growing taller as her arms and fingers extended for the ceiling. The ruby red four-inch spiked heels and her outstretched arms made her look like she could brush her fingers through the night sky and play with the burning stars waiting for her touch. 

Her arms reversed and started the downward journey over the front of her body sensuously brushing her face and neck. As her hands reached her hips, she started bending at the waist. The rounded heart shaped ass, split by a red thong inched closer to her customers. David gawked at the tiny strip of fabric stretching over Jeannie's pussy. Her hands moved across her hips and came to rest with fingers splayed on each cheek. Her flawless back stretched parallel to the floor. She slowly turned her head to her left and looked back at David. Her practiced sultry grin inflamed David's excitement level a notch higher. She dipped her head down and turned to the right focusing her attention on Rachael. Their eyes locked momentarily before the dancer's eyes traveled down Rachael's seated torso and took their time returning to Rachael's gaze. She licked her obscenely red glossy lips and blew Rachael a sensuous slow motion kiss. Real or practiced, Rachael recognized the lust smoldering in her eyes. She shivered in the warm room as tiny pinpricks of excitement raced down her spine. Rachael agreed to tag along mainly to watch David's reactions during the dance but now she felt drawn into those smoky gray eyes.

The dancer turned away and resumed moving her hands over her legs as if she was a finger painter. Her eagerness to feel her own touch leapt across the small space between dancer and patrons as she caressed the backs of her thighs and calves. The girl's flexibility made David's hamstrings hurt. Her protruding backside, easily within grasping distance, made his hands itch to grasp her hot skin.

Her hands meandered upwards -- shins first, and then inner calves stretched taut by the heels. They slid up her inner thighs with the fingers only visible to David and Rachael from behind. Finally, the thong covered, flower-petal delicate flesh and unyielding juncture halted the progress. She anchored both hands at the apex while she rotated her hips several times in one direction before swiveling in the opposite direction and emitting a quiet moan barely audible over the loud music.

David watched intently, unconsciously mimicking Jeannie's swaying. Rachael watched just as closely but was keenly aware of the physical sensation the dancer felt with her hands between her legs and the lazy rotation of her hips. Rachael watched as the dancer slowly awakened her body's desire. Rachael wanted Jeannie to turn around, to see the pleasure in her expression, but Jeannie refused to cooperate. Instead, Rachael took a slow deep breath and shifted in her seat as the first hint of moisture escaped her lips. 

The dancer rose to an upright position still facing away and the exquisite hands slid across her hips before touring the valley of her waist and climbing to rendezvous where the bra crossed her deeply tanned back. Jeannie, despite not appearing to move her fingers, released the clasp. As the bra sagged, her hands floated to her front where after a nudge and shrug first one and then the other shoulder strap fell down her arms. David and Rachael watched as the bra dropped to the floor at the dancer's feet. She started thrusting mini turns. Her dynamo loaded hips bumped with the music. Both arms stretched across her chest gripping the opposite shoulder, her All-American breasts overflowed from the tops of her forearms and formed the tight curve of compressed flesh below her forearms. 

The hands slid down diagonally until they rested on the firm downy pillows jutting from her chest. Her small hands didn't come close to completely covering the flesh they tried to blanket. The hands slid down stopping frequently for a few moments until the top of her sienna colored areola and pointed stiff nipples tantalizingly slid into view. Her hands moved in opposing concentric circles lightly mashing each breast around her chest. Jeannie's hands finally cupped her breasts serving to display her wares for David and Rachael's feasting eyes and tongues that yearned to envelop the siren's nipples. 

The stripper stepped in front of David and moved perfunctorily through the usual lap dance ritual -- lots of bumping and grinding, leaning on the back of the chair over the customer, breasts in his face, facing the opposite direction with her near naked ass rubbing against David's crotch, straddling his leg and rubbing back and forth against his thigh. The performance was energetic but passionless. Cocks don't care much, and David's mobilized to full strength at the woman's attention and fleeting contact. Rachael watched David's lust soar, but it was flying solo. While everything about Jeannie screamed to be touched, the rules kept David sitting on his hands. 

Jeannie's attitude changed as she shifted her attention to Rachael. The girl performed the same routine for Rachael, but threw herself into the movements with gusto. Rachael and David noticed the difference immediately and shared a quick glance. With David, it was just one sexy move followed by the next. 

The dancer placed her hands on either side of Rachael's head. She bent toward Rachael, weaving her body the entire time. A hint of coconut oil wafted into Rachael's head. Rachael felt Jeannie's breath on her right ear while the dancer's hair tickled her neck. Jeannie pulled back and the women's eyes met. Rachael was shocked at the smoldering lust in Jeannie's eyes. Jeannie's head dipped under Rachael's chin. The dancer's face nuzzled the top of Rachael's cleavage. Moving higher the dancer's breath tangoed across Rachael's ear and raised goose bumps. Rachael shivered. Jeannie's knee nudged between Rachael's thighs and moved forward until it lodged against her pussy. The pressure blunted the goose bumps but fanned the craving between her legs. Rachael closed her eyes and felt Jeannie's feather touch on one side of her face, then the other, then her cleavage, until it all merged into one. With Rachael beneath her Jeannie removed the knee and straddled Rachael's leg. Jeannie thrust her hips with aggression and ground her sex into Rachael's exposed thigh with desire, never taking her lustful eyes off Rachael's, the moisture seeping through the thong to Rachael's bare skin. The woman's proximity made Rachael squirm. She'd never been so sexually close to a woman before. 

The dancer stood bent at the waist, eyes locked on Rachael's from a foot away. Rachael felt the tug before she noticed the dancer's extended arm gripping the top button on her shirt. Rachael's eyes answered 'yes' to the unspoken question. In an instant, the button was undone followed rapidly by buttons two, three and four. Rachael's shirt hung open to David and the dancer. Her plain cream-colored bra glowed next to her skin darkened by the powerful southwestern sun. 

Rachael felt another slight tug on her chest. A heartbeat later the pressure around her upper rib cage lessened as the front clasping bra released under the dancer's effortless ministrations. Rachael found drawing enough oxygen into her lungs difficult. Her breath came in short sharp intakes. The music and hot room attacked her senses from all sides while her eyes remained glued to Jeannie. Tension and desire flowed through Rachael causing her to squirm in the seat. She felt the leakage between her own legs. 

The dancer left the unsnapped bra in place still covering Rachael's full tension filled chest. Jeannie straddled both of Rachael's legs and moved her hands to encircle the seated woman's ears, thumbs in front and fingers behind. The gentle fingers caressed the nape of Rachael's neck under her long wavy auburn hair as the thumbs massaged her temples. Her eyes closed not only because it felt good to her, but also because she knew Jeanne's bare breasts were in her face. She felt Jeannie exhale heavily with the desire running through her body. Alternating between firm and feathery, fingertips and fingernails, she kept Rachael off balance - never knowing what to expect. Another shiver consumed Rachael. Bypassing her spine, the electricity traveled from her neck directly to her hardening nipples like a constant flow of current. Her nipples pleaded for contact along with a stronger current flow of current.

Jeannie's hands traced Rachael's jawline before gliding to the sides of her neck and on to her shoulders under the shirt. The back of Jeannie's hands lifted open the unbuttoned shirt. Hands traveled over Rachael's upper chest, over the freckles now obscured by a furious flush, which unsuccessfully tried to dissipate the heat generated by the wildfire raging inside her. Her hands covered Rachael's breasts and the bra cups covered the dancer's hands. After a gentle squeeze, the dancer lifted her hands and tucked the cups under Rachael's arms, which felt paralyzed. Rachael wanted to return the sensations but the situation, almost in public with a woman and a stranger next to a male friend, rendered her arms useless. 

Jeannie's hands were on the move and descended Rachael's chest climbing the stunning slopes until she summited the twin peaks. Her hands were soft -- softer than any that had ever touched Rachael. Her hands knew. They knew where to be and how firmly to be there. They knew how long to linger and where to go when they left. The dancer loved the firm shapely chest, ribs and stomach with her hands. She flicked her client's navel piercing with her long elaborately painted fingernail. The pinching, scratching and caressing seemed to go repeatedly. Rachael ached to be touched everywhere. The craving to be touched and filled swelled between her legs. 

David was confused. He didn't know where to direct his eyes, to the exotic dancer or his beautiful topless friend racing up the staircase of arousal. Though strongly tempted, David didn't reach for either woman, not wanting to bring down the wrath of the establishment and not daring to ruin Rachael's state while her image burned into his memory. 

Rachael didn't know where to look either -- at Jeannie's face, at the hands squeezing and pinching the pleasure into her body, at the sexy curve of the dancer's breasts dangling before her eyes. She slowly realized her own pleasure was on view much as she had wanted to see the dancer's earlier. She knew the man beside her saw the dancer caress her breasts. She knew he saw the evidence of her excitement in the dusky pink engorged nipples wanting desperately to be sucked and bitten. She knew he saw her rapid breathing as the stairs got steeper. She knew he was hard for both women.

The song ended abruptly along with the transaction. The dancer gave Rachael a sweet and friendly rather than a passionate departing smile before she reached for her own bra. David watched the dancer dress, fighting his way past his swollen crotch into his pocket for a generous tip. She granted him a final phony smile before departing in a brisk businesslike manner, her behind wiggling as if waving good-bye. 

Rachael smelled her own excitement as she slowly descended the arousal staircase unfulfilled. She realized if anyone in the room had reached between her spread legs moments before she would have climaxed. Rachael remembered how to move her arms again, and instinctively she reached down to gauge her excitement and felt the dampness that soaked through two layers of clothes. However, the dancer had stopped stoking the flames too long ago. David swung around to Rachael just as she started to put herself together. She moved in slow motion, and he suddenly felt self-conscious with just the two of them remaining so he turned and let her dress without an audience. Rachael didn't care as she unhurriedly reassembled her clothing. Her breasts still felt the ghost of Jeannie's hands.

David asked Rachael walking out of the room, "Was it what you expected?"

Rachael turned and smiled shyly, blushing as she replied, "More. Far more."



It Takes Two



Hello all! This is my first erotica! I am taking it slow though so if you want sex right away that won't happen with this story! Also the characters are all over the age of 18! Enjoy!

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My mom and dad divorced when I was little. I don't think they ever truly loved each other. To me love is someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. Someone you can tell anything to and not be embarrassed. I of course have never been in love before. Maybe that's because no one has really come up to scratch? If that makes any sense. 

My dad has been lonely for a long time. My mother not so much. She found someone right away, it lead me to believe that maybe she was having an affair and that's why she could move on so quickly. I felt horrible for my father. He started to have a drinking problem after my mother left. He would stay out late and sometimes not come home for a few days. I had to stay with my mom while he went to rehab a few times. 

ow he's better and working full time at a law firm. I am eighteen years old living in his basement. I moved in with my father about a year ago. Our relationship is just like how it's always been. Fun and inspiring. 

"Hey dad, I'm home." I say loudly. It's about 10 p.m. I had just started night classes at a local community college and it's starting to take a toll on me already. Especially since I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life.

I hear giggling in the living room. I set my bag on the chair and walk slowly to the living room. My dad doesn't giggle.

I see him sitting in a chair, and a woman with blonde hair not that much younger then him sitting in his laugh. I clear my throat. Her cheeks turn a weird shade of pink and quickly stands up, fixing her dress in the process.

"Hi, you must be Rebecca."

"Becky, and you are?"

"Oh Becky, I'm sorry. This is Sharon, she's well. She's my fiancé."

"How long have you known each other?"

"About five minutes. Just kidding. We met in rehab." Oh. She's an alcoholic too? Well maybe this is a good thing. 

We talked throughout the night and into the morning. Dad fell asleep ages ago. I really like Sharon. She's funny, and a complete opposite of my mother which is a plus. Not that I don't love my mom. 

"We are having a party tomorrow night to celebrate our engagement. You can meet Kyle!" 

I smile at the idea of having a brother. Well any kind of sibling really. I am an only child as you can see. I never really had anyone I could confide in. It would probably be nicer if it were a sister at least then we can talk about boys. But with a brother that would probably be difficult. She didn't tell me how old he is. So maybe he will be a younger brother? That might be better. I don't really have anything in common with a guy my age or older.

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My dad died a year ago. My mom is finally moving on and with someone absolutely amazing for her. Well he has to be amazing. I have never seen my mom glow this much. His name is Richard and he has a daughter a few years younger than me. I have never had a sibling before. My mom only wanted one child, but I guess now she will have to deal with two. Their engagement party is going to be at Richard's house. 

I dress in black pants and a white dress shirt that's open down to my chest. I spike my hair a bit and spray on some cologne. I'm a straight man that likes to smell good and dress good. Maybe that makes me look like a douche, but I like it. 

"Kyle, I was ready an hour ago. Sometimes I think I have a daughter instead of a son." I chuckle and hurry down the stairs. We jump into my red jeep and my mother gives me directions to the house. They don't live very far from us. I wonder if I might have already seen her before because this isn't a huge town. 

When we arrive I notice that no one else has arrived yet. Good gives us a chance to be more acquainted with each other first. You don't want this kind of thing to be awkward. 

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My hair just refuses to straighten. The one night where I actually try for a change and it just wants to stay curly. Some people call this a blessing, I call it a curse. Well it can't be helped.

I dress in a short white dress that reaches just above my knees. I place white strapless heels on my feet. Thank god I painted my nails yesterday or it wouldn't look right. I didn't put any make up on because I didn't need it. 

"Rebecca? They are here!" My dad sounds way too excited. But that's a good thing.

I take one last look in the mirror and hurry out of the room.

I hear voices in the kitchen. I can guess the female is Sharon. But other two are both males. One is my dad. The other is not a little boy I imagined. Oh boy. 

When I reach the bottom of the stairs Sharon turns to me and smiles. "Oh Rebecca you look amazing." The guy standing next to her turns to me. He has the darkest green eyes I have ever seen. It almost looks like a forest green. At first neither of us saying anything. We are just trying to get used to each other I guess. He looks from my face all the way down to my feet. I feel naked. 

"Rebecca this is Kyle, Kyle this is Rebecca. You two are going to be brother and sister." This Greek god is going to be my brother. What is wrong with the world?

Finally he spoke. He has a deep voice. "I have always wanted a sister." I pick up a glass of something and swallow it down.

"Me too." I say in a shaky voice. He smirks at me and turns back to his mother. Apparently he is not affected by me. But I sure as hell am affected by him. What a cruel world.

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When she walked into the room it was like I was on a cloud or something. She looks very angelic in that white dress. It's not slutty. In fact it left a lot to interpretation. Not the normal type of a girl I would be into. Which is probably a good thing considering we will be living with each other in a couple of weeks. 

I can't deny that face though. She has the most beautiful face I have ever seen. Prettier than anyone I have ever known. Her eyes are killer. They are the icy blue. Blue is my favorite color. 

I have to excuse myself. I hurry into the bathroom in the hall and begin to breathe. I have never been affected by a woman before. Sure I have had plenty of them. But none of them have ever made me feel this way. I'm human. Humans tend to want things they can't have. All I can think about is what is underneath that dress. I'm not used to a girl dressing almost conservatively. This is going to be hell for me.

When I step out, I notice I am not alone in the hallway.

"Hi." She says shyly. Oh man. So innocent.

"Why hello." I smile at her and lean against the wall next to her.

"So we are going to be related." She said. It wasn't so much a question, more like a statement.

"Looks like it. Hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom." My mother explained to me that they will be moving in with us. We only have three bedrooms and two bathrooms. My bathroom connects to the guest bedroom. 

"I don't mind as long as you don't hog all the hot water." That gave me an image in my mind that I really shouldn't be thinking about. Hot water falling over that doll like skin of hers. It's enough to give a guy heart attack. 

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I didn't see or speak to Rebecca for a week. We hit it off so I was kind of disappointed that she never called me or found me on Facebook. 

The day has arrived for them to move in. I am a bit nervous but also excited because I have never had a girl live with me before, or even really brought a girl home. My home is sacred ground. If you are special I am okay with this. But I have yet to meet that special girl.

"Kyle come help Rebecca with her bags." I didn't bother putting on a shirt as I walk down the stairs to the car. I don't see Rebecca. I grab what I think is hers and turn around. I almost drop her bags on my feet. Her hair is up in a messy bun. She has bright pink lipstick and she wearing a bikini top with light pink short shorts. She is a sight. 

"Is everything okay?" She asks softly when she sees me. I blink and shake my head no. That's all I can muster. Man this girl is going to drive me crazy.

Once all her bags are in her room, I hear giggling outside. I peek out the window and see Rebecca laying out in the sunshine playing with our little dog Otis. Do not ask me why mother just had to name him that. That giggle is infectious though. Oh this is just not good. 

Without thinking I put on some trunks and grab two towels because I didn't see her have one. My mom and Richard are in the kitchen.

"Oh Kyle, we are going out for a bit. If you guys are hungry just order a pizza. I don't know when we will be back." Alone with Rebecca? I can hardly wait.

I step outside the sliding door and shut it softly. I don't want to startle her. Or do I. She is bending over the chair and is sliding down her shorts. She has the longest legs I have ever seen a short girl. I never noticed how curvy she is. My kind of girl. 

I sneak up behind her and when she walks a little further up to the pull I knock her in. She yelps and turns around. I look around like I did nothing wrong. But she doesn't buy it and pulls me in with her. I dunk her in and she gets on my back and tries to dunk me as well, but seeing as I'm a whole foot taller than her and stronger, it is a bit difficult. She pouts and swims to the side of the pool. The feeling of her legs wrapped around my waist still lingers. I can feel something grow in my shorts. Well this is going to be embarrassing. If she sees I will just explain that I am in semi cold water. Wait cold water usually brings it down. Crap.

I swim over to the wall next to her and sigh. 

"How is the water?"

She dunks her head and comes back up looking even better wet. Her swimsuit is clinging to her skin like a napkin. Her top is white and in the water it's a little see through. I can see just how her nipple looks. It's pink. Oh this is just too much. 

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Grab me a beer." I say. I watch her go up the latter. Her bikini bottoms ride up a little into her crack. It almost looks like a thong. Her ass isn't big by any means but it's still sexy. Especially the way her bottoms are ridding up. I would give anything to touch her. Look at me acting like I have never been with a woman before.

When she walks back out she is carrying to cold beers. "Hey wait a minute, you are not old enough to drink."

"I won't tell if you won't tell." She winks at me. Plus if I told I would be a hypocrite. She puckers up her lips and starts to down the bottle of beer.

"Whoa take it slow, you are a bit tiny."

"I'm just thirsty." I bet you are. The way she puckers her lips to drink is even hot. I bet she could give a good blow job. Oh my god. What is wrong with me? I start to feel myself get larger. If I don't go take a cold show soon, I might just ejaculate here and I haven't even touched her.

She sits at the edge of the pool, her legs spread a bit. I can see that she either waxes or shaves which is a total turn on for me. I find myself in between her legs placing both hands on the side of her legs. She doesn't say anything or move. Which makes me believe she's okay with me right here. I rub her skin a little not trying to scare her, just to feel her. 

"What are you doing?"

"Oh I don't know." I slide up further and she still doesn't move. Her skin is smooth. Her right leg kicks a bit.

"Stop that tickles." She giggles that adorable giggle again. I continue to tease her legs. When I reach her waist, that's it for her. She squeals tries to move but I don't let her. I jump out of the pool with my hand on her waist and I pin her to the grown. Her hair is plastered to her forehead. I move her bangs out of the way and smile down at her. It almost looks like she's holding her breath. I try not to let her feel my manhood. If I did this whole situation would be different. I love the way she feels. 

I continue to torture her for about a minute and then we hear a car door shut. They are back already?



It Takes Two, But Three's Better



"So what do you think then?" my wife asked me.

"I'm not sure. I'm don't think I'm entirely happy with the thought of another man screwing the woman I love." I replied.

We were cuddling in bed having just had one of the oddest conversations in our married life so far. Cassie, my wife of the last 4 years, had initiated a discussion about fantasies by asking me if I had any unfulfilled ones. Of course I did, but it seems she had an ulterior motive in asking, namely to reveal hers. Cassie, I had just discovered, had a burning desire for a threesome. As it happens, so do I, and being bi, I'm not too fussed whether it's a girl or a guy, but somehow I thought another guy would be pleasuring me not my wife. It was clear from what Cassie said that she fancied a different cock to mine but wanted me to be present, and preferably participatory.

"Aw, c'mon Steve, you already know you weren't the first. Wouldn't you just love to see a hard cock pounding me the way you do? And if this works out, we might try a few other things..."

She rested her head on my chest and looked up into my eyes, pulling that expression that just melts me every time. I suppose you'd call them 'puppy eyes'. It's her near foolproof way of getting what she wants. That and the fact that her hand had found it's way to my stiffening dick and was working it's magic on me.

"I guess. I just don't know how we'd find someone." I responded.

"Just leave that to me, sweetheart. I've got an idea or two." And with that she disappeared under the covers and commenced taking me to heaven with her talented mouth. One thing I admitted to myself, whoever joined us would definitely be in for a good time...



It was about a week later when Cassie came home from work, all smiles and with a playful look in her eye that meant she'd been up to something. It's the look she has when she spreads her legs before me and puts on her most intimate show, while I masturbate gently. God, I love it when she does that for me, plays with her pussy and brings herself to climax. We tend to do that during the time that she's on. I've never been one for making love whilst my wife has her period, it's a real turn off for me.

"We have a guest for dinner tonight, love." I knew what was coming. "You know Carl from work?" I did, we'd met at her works Christmas party. A nice guy but I remember thinking that he couldn't take his eyes off Cassie.

"Oh right. What time?" I asked her.

"About 8 O'clock. He's bringing the wine."

"Is this what I think it is? Have you arranged what we spoke about the other night?"

"It might be. It depends on you and him. As far as he knows, it's just dinner, but if you're willing then we might proceed to the bedroom."

"How do you even know he's interested?"

"Well, I have it on good authority..."

"That'll be Kate, then." I interjected. Kate was Cassie's best friend at work and I know they talked about everything.

"OK then, I have it on Kate's authority that he's told a few of the guys that he'd love to bend me over the copier and take me from behind. But he's got integrity and wouldn't take up with a married woman."

"But not enough to stop ogling them at Christmas parties. And excuse me, you are still going to be married when he arrives."

"Yeh, but you'll be there too so that might be OK."

She started to take me through the plan. The pretext for his coming was a business idea she wanted to run past him. Carl was to arrive, I'd take his coat as she showed him round the house. Cassie intended to go pantie free, and as she entered the kitchen drop something, bend down to pick it up and give Carl an eyeful of her pussy. Meanwhile, I was supposed to register if he reacted. Thereafter, we'd play it by ear. Chances are, we might not even get as far as dinner.

At about five to eight, Carl arrived. The plan went into action and I took his coat. Cassie did the tour and led him to the kitchen. As she entered, she picked up the oven glove to 'check the dinner' and dropped it. She bent down provocatively to pick it up exposing her already moist lips.

"Smells good." Carl said as he turned to me, thereby completly missing the show put on entirely for his benefit. "Who's the cook, you or your wife."

"Cassie's the real chef, although I can throw a mean chinese meal together given half a chance." I responded trying hard not to smirk at Cassie's frustration.

Well, I can tell you that trying not to laugh was the theme of the night for me, as throughout dinner all of Cassie's attempts to entice a reaction out of Carl failed utterly, and everything she did, he seemed not to notice. She'd pulled every trick I knew she had in her arsenal and a few I didn't know of. Every time she flashed a little breast or pussy, he was looking the other way. Every suggestive comment went unheard. Every attempt to guide the conversation to sex fell flat as Carl kept returning to the subject of work. I was resisting the urge to guffaw with laughter as she got more and more frustrated.

Dinner came to an end and I helped her clear the dishes. Carl followed us out with his now empty wine glass.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom before I get going. It's been a really nice evening." Carl said as he handed Cassie his glass before exiting towards the downstairs toilet.

"Nice guy. He can come for dinner again." I said to her through my sniggers as we loaded the dishwasher.

"Fat lot of fucking help you've been. Sitting there grinning like a fucking idiot. He'll think you're simple." she snapped back. 'Tetchy', I thought.

"What did you expect me to do? Fish his cock out and say, 'I say darling, this one's a whopper. Fancy hopping on and riding his old fella to kingdom come?'" She glared an icy stare. "Look babe, it's obviously not meant to be. He's not picking up any signals. You couldn't have been much more direct"

"We'll fuckin' see about that!" she retorted, slamming the dishwasher shut and storming out of the kitchen just as Carl emerged from the loo. "Carl, how would you fancy fucking me right now?" she asked an astonished Carl. For that matter, my jaw hit the floor too. Now that was direct!

Carl didn't respond but looked in my direction. I just shrugged.

"The thing is Carl, I fancy you something rotten. I have for ages, and I'd like you to fuck the living daylights out of me. You and Steve together."

Carl stammered "What.. but.."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'" Cassie said, grabbed Carl by the back of the head and stuck her tongue down his throat, while grabbing his crotch. She broke off the kiss (more like an attempt to devour him) and practically dragged him into the living room.

I felt some sort of explanation was in order as I joined them.

"Carl, this isn't my idea, honestly! Cassie has a fantasy about a threesome and has selected you. Something to do with you saying you wanted to screw her over the photocopier." I said. Carl turned scarlet. "It's your call. I'm fine either way."

Carl answered by kissing my wife properly and slowly letting his hand find it's way up her skirt to her pussy. I had to admit, I was turned on, and I could see that Carl was too, his bulge gave him away.

"Fuck! No panties!" Carl said, his first coherent words for a while.

"Finally, you notice," Cassie laughed as she spread her legs wider, "I've been trying to get you to see all night." she continued as Carl slipped a digit inside her moist cunt.

"Shall we adjourn upstairs? It's more comfortable up there." I asked.

We headed up the stairs and entered our bedroom. This felt weird. We were about to share our private chamber with someone else.

"Look, Carl, a few rules first." Cassie said as she removed her clothing. "1. If I say no to anything, that's final, OK?"

"Sure." Carl replied.

"Also, I'll probably tell you what I want you to do. 2. If Steve leaves the room at any point, we stop and wait for him to return. I won't do this without him here. Agreed?"

"Yes."

"3. You must wear a condom when you fuck me. Steve won't but that's different, he's my husband."

Carl was removing his clothing as he nodded.

"Great. Now hurry up and get naked. I want to see what I've been waiting for all night." Cassie was completely naked by now, the nipples on her gorgeous breasts standing to attention, and the moisture on her pussy glistening.

Carl removed the last item of clothing, his boxers, and his erection sprung free. I freely admit I was surprised. Carl had a bigger dick than I expected. Quite long, about 8 inches, and thicker than my own. It was also handsome, and looking across at Cassie I saw she was nearly drooling. For that matter so was I. I'd have loved to get my mouth around it myself, but this was Cassie's show.

"C'mere!" She drawled, grasping at Carl's rigid penis. "I'm gonna suck the life out of ya!"

She took the head of Carl's rod into her mouth, and speaking from experience, I'm sure she ran her tongue around the underside of the helmet. In fact, I saw the look on Carl's face and I recognized the bliss that I felt and I knew that was exactly what she was doing. Carl moaned softly as she slowly worked her way down the shaft, taking more & more of his length into her warm, wet mouth and he began to breathe more shallowly. At about halfway down she started rising back up to the top of his cock, & on reaching the end of his tool, completely removed it from her mouth, pursing her lips so that he ended by kissing it. It was all one smooth action & it turned me on seeing her do to him what usually put me on cloud 9. She turned her head to one side & began making her way down the shaft towards his ball sac. Then, she worked her way back up to the top, changed to the other side & did the same.

I was transfixed, and I must say jealous of both of them. I wanted to be either in this scene, the sucker or the recipient. It was then I realized I was fully clothed. I quickly shed my garments, fortuitously going commando myself that day, and made my way to the bed, my own 7 and a half inch dick stiff and leading the way. Cassie was oblivious to me whilst giving Carl the mother of all blowjobs as I climbed on behind her. She was used to me fucking her, but Carl would be a bit bigger. I thought it would be a good idea to loosen her a little to take Carl's boner. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy lips, the way she likes.

"Yes, Steve, fuck me while I suck this monster." Cassie panted, before planting her mouth over Carl's cock again, this time taking as much as she could without gagging.

I slid the head of my penis into her well lubricated cunt and drove the shaft home up her canal. I heard a muffled scream of delight as she pushed back onto my cock, all the way sucking Carl for all she was worth. My darling wife was being fucked in both ends and was clearly loving it. For the record, I was loving it too. She was right, this was definitely worth the effort she'd put in. I was fucking her slow and sensual and could feel her vagina muscles gripping my cock as the shaft moved in and out as smooth as a piston.

I looked up to see Carl with his eyes shut tight, and I just knew he was trying desperately hard not to cum. My wife, when she sets her mind on it, can give a blowjob unlike anyone else I've ever known. I smiled, knowing what Carl was experiencing when a shout broke forth.

"Fuuuuck! Shit, I'm gonna cum." Carl cried and tried to pull his swollen member from Cassie's mouth. She was having none of it, gripping his butt with one hand and pulling him even closer, finally succeeding in deep throating him. She'd said she intended to suck the life from him and she meant it. I was amazed, Cassie never swallows, but there was something about that night that had turned her into a savage animal and she held him there as his body convulsed, shooting his semen into her mouth. I could see his body jerk as he shot his load. Seven, eight, nine times he must have spurted. Cassie gamely tried to take it all but to no avail, it was too much for her.

When he'd finished jerking, she pulled herself off my rod and removed his softening dick from her mouth, cum running down her chin. She turned to face me like that and I almost shot my own load, the love of my life looked that sexy. She turned to Carl.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked rhetorically, pushing the cum back into her mouth with her finger. Carl just nodded and looked drained. "You just lie back there and recover, I'm not done with you yet." Carl did as he was told and flopped back against the pillows. "My hubby and I will get you hard again soon."

My heart skipped a beat. What did she mean? Did she want me to play with his cock as well? She must have read my face or something as she whispered to me "Not yet sweetheart, not yet..."

She lay back, spreadeagled on the bed, her recently vacated cunt in full view of the exhausted Carl.

"Come and kiss my sex, darling." I did as she instructed, kissing her pouting lips. "No dear, Carl needs to see. Lick me from above."

The only way I could do that comfortably was to straddle her face and lower mine down to her crotch. This was extremely good for me as it meant she could suck my cock too.

"Mmmm. I love the taste of my pussy on you." I knew she did. The taste of her juices always gets her hotter. I kissed her pussy lips again and I could feel Carl's eyes burning down upon us. I spread her lips apart and licked the cavity that my cock had only just been filling. Her clitoris peeked out from the folds and I circled it with my tongue. Knowing what gets her off, I kept nibbling it with my teeth and licking it while I eased two fingers into her cunt. She was wet beyond belief and leaking pussy juice like I'd never known her. A mere minute or two into my ministrations and I felt her pull my cock from her mouth and cry loudly. Her orgasm was on it's way. I renewed my licking of her pussy as Carl reached forward, pulled my hand away and pushed three of his own fingers into her sopping cunt. I looked up to see that his erection had returned. That would please Cassie.

What happened next shocked me, but delighted me. Carl was getting bold. He removed his fingers, shuffled forward and placed the tip of his cock head at the entrance to my wife's tunnel. Just barely touching, but not entering her. My wife was well into her orgasm and didn't notice me stop the cunnilingus. I looked up at Carl, who grinned and nodded. I chanced my arm, and in one long stroke, licked from my wife's clitoris, along her pussy folds and over the top of Carl's rock hard member. I looked up at him again to make sure I hadn't overstepped the mark. He smiled at me, nodded again and pulled away. I mouthed 'next time?' at him. He mouthed 'Oh yeh!' back at me.

I climbed off my panting wife and kissed her.

"He's ready, love. That's if you are." I told her.

"One second," she gasped. "I need to get myself together".

Carl and I looked at each other while she composed herself, flicking tongues at each other and grinning. The next time was gonna be amazing.

"Right. Carl, on your back. I need that big thing of yours up my cunt now." Cassie had clearly recovered. 'First things first though." She reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. She tore open the pack and placed the end over Carl's hard on. "I only hope this doesn't split." she said as she rolled it down his shaft.

Taking a deep breath she straddled Carl. He held his cock upright, guiding it to her cunt, and once in position, she slowly inched her way down it.

"Fucking hell!! It's huge. Jeeze!" I was again watching with rapt attention, seeing my beautiful wife impaled on Carl's magnificent rod. Again I felt jealous of my wife. It had been years since I'd been fucked, but maybe that would change, provided Cassie didn't mind. I moved around the bed and presented my dick to my wife's mouth. She took it in with glee, sucking at the head in the special way she does. Unbeknownst to her, I could feel Carl beneath her nuzzling and licking my scrotum before making his way a little further back to lick my asshole. I was enjoying the sensation when my wife stopped sucking me.

"Darling, I want you to do it." she said a little cryptically.

"What?"

"It! What I won't do."

"You'll have to tell me." I knew what she wanted. She'd refused often enough, despite the fact I knew she'd done it before, and now, she'd have to ask, almost beg me to.

"Fuck me 'there'."

"You mean your ass?"

"Yes. Fuck my ass. Shove your cock up my asshole. I want to feel both of you."

On one hand, I felt like I wanted her to beg but on the other hand, this was anal sex. I got off the bed and walked behind her. Her ass exposed whilst Carl continued pounding her cunt was very erotic. I took the tube of KY Jelly we kept in the bedside drawer and squirted some over my cock. I took a little and placed it on her sphincter. The coldness of the jelly caused her to tense a little. I worked a finger inside to prepare before the plunge. Then, I climbed on the bed behind her and positioned myself at the entrance to her most secret opening. I kissed her back and told her to relax before I pushed the head in. Immediately I felt her grip my rod hard, and I sensed a little pain.

"Relax, Cass love, I won't hurt you."

"Keep going, darling, I'm OK." she replied

I slowly pushed the shaft into her anus until I was ball deep. I could feel Carl still thrusting into her pussy and could clearly feel the pressure of his cock head pushing against my shaft through the thin internal parts keeping us apart. For a moment, I wished Cassie wasn't there, but it was just a moment.

I started sliding my cock in and out of her ass and before long, Carl and I had got into a nice rhythm between us that was driving Cass wild.

"Fuckin' Yes." She screamed. "Fuck me. Both of you. Fuck me till you cum. Don't stop. Yes." Was this really my wife screaming and behaving like a whore. I loved it! I started to fuck her harder in her anus while Carl increased the pounding of her cunt, both of us seemingly trying to tear through the membrane to let our dicks meet.

It couldn't last. The intensity was way too much. I only hoped I came after she did. I got my wish, just as I was on the cusp, heading to the point of no return.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKK!!!!!!!" Cassie yelled as she came with a force that was entirely new to me. Her sphincter gripped my cock extra tight forcing me to relinquish control. I bucked one last time I shot my seed deep into her rectum. I felt like I was cumming gallons, like it wouldn't stop. At the same time, I felt Carl in her vagina jerk hard and spill his second load into the rubber separating him from my wife's cervix and cunt.

Once my spurts had finished I pulled out of my wife's ass. She was red faced, and drenched in perspiration. Almost immediately, my load began to leak from her anus, down over her pussy and onto Carl's sheathed cock. Cassie rolled off Carl cock and lay back exhausted again. I sat cross legged facing them both as Carl rolled the cum filled rubber off his softening penis and placed it into the waste paper bin by the bed.

"Well love, was that everything you expected?" I asked.

"Everything and more. Can we do this again?" She replied.

"Definitely." I said, just as Carl also replied "Yes, please."

Cassie laughed. "Oh yes indeed." Then she turned to Carl, kissed him and said, "Y'know Carl, my sweetheart over there is bi, maybe next time..."

I cut her off, and replied, "He knows already," and reaching over and cupping his balls and soft cock I continued, "and the next time is going to be a whole lot more fun for all of us...."