8 comments/ 76880 views/ 2 favorites Missed Offense By: ChaseQ The weather in the city was warm and calm. An excellent day for showing off a nice tan, hours of workout training or just a simple outfit that was made with days like this in mind. Morgan had spent the first part of her day running errands and window shopping. The last half of Morgan's day was set aside for Taylor. Taylor and Morgan had been introduced through a mutual friend some years back and would sometimes get together for lunch or would have backyard cookouts with other friends and enjoy time visiting together. Because of the arriving summer months and beautifully warm weather; Taylor had invited Morgan over to her house to swim and tan by the pool today. It was coming up on 2:00 going by her watch so Morgan left the mall and headed to Taylor's place. Morgan arrived at Taylor's place exactly at 2:00. She grabbed her bag from the backseat and headed for the front door. Halfway there, Taylor came out of the front door and greeted Morgan with a hug. "Come on in, it's good to see you." "How are you?" Morgan asked. Returning the smile Taylor had given to her. "Great. I'm good. You look super Morgan. Ready to take a dip and lounge in the sun?" "Oh yea." "Well, change in there..." Taylor said pointing to the guest bathroom. "...and just come on out when your ready." Taylor was already in her bikini and had a mesh wrap tied around her waist. Taylor was as fit as Morgan which said a lot. They both worked out but Taylor had more children, Morgan had one. On more than one occasion both of them had been considered a MILF by passers-by, young and old alike. MILF by the way is the term some men use for beautiful women over 27 years old. It stands for Mom I'd Like to Fuck, MILF. Taylor was more spontaneous than Morgan. That's not to say that Morgan hadn't had her moments. But Taylor could usually be heard above the din of the crowd laughing and cutting up. Morgan on the other hand subdued herself and held poise and grace as her two main character traits that she wished to exhibit at all times. It was these traits that people noticed about her once they got by her physical appearance. Taylor was a free spirit and it reflected in her look. Tossed and beautiful. Morgan was sophisticated and stunning. Morgan checked her chest in the mirror before leaving the bathroom. The way her bikini top held her breasts just so; allowing her voluptuous cleavage to settle into soft full hills and valleys made her feel sexy. As far as she was concerned, six thousand dollars was a small price to pay for these beauties. She pulled the bottom of her top down slightly to add a little more visually and opened the door. Brad, Taylor's husband was in the kitchen as she passed by. Morgan secretly enjoyed in attracting his glances. She had the fleeting thought once that he was the kind of guy she could see herself getting with if things weren't as they were. The two couples were friends. Brad and Morgan's husband Troy would drink their beers and visit just as Taylor and Morgan did. They just didn't shop together. Morgan actually didn't realize that Brad was home, so she hadn't put on her wrap to cover her thong bikini. She and Taylor agreed totally that there was no point to getting a tan if you were going to have a white butt. 'That's just not sexy.' They would say laughing. Morgan decided to play a little bit before going out. "Hey Brad." She said in her 'sweet' voice. "Hey Morgan." Brad said plainly, hardly looking up from the counter. Morgan walked around the island in the kitchen with her towel in her hand. "Could I trouble you for a drink?" She asked with continued sweetness. "You certainly can what would you like?" Brad answered with a little more enthusiasm than before. Then he added as he looked in the fridge. "I have water, soda, juice, beer, milk and V-8. Morgan leaned back against the counter as he was looking in the fridge. When he turned around she said. "Nice cold water sounds good." As he turned around to the fridge, his eyes glanced at her tight slender body. Morgan caught it and smiled to herself. Of all of the guys that ogled her, she didn't mind Brad. Morgan enjoyed the tension that would build up between them. It made her feel sexy... and maybe reminded her of younger days. "So are you joining us in the pool today Brad? You have your trunks on." Brad handed Morgan the bottle of water knowing to some degree what Morgan was doing. Taylor had been carrying water with her when she went out. "Since there are only grown-ups here I'll tell you..." Brad said with a sly smile. "I don't wear trunks on days like today. No kids, nice weather..." He paused. "...I'm thinking I better pass today though." He said and then looked from her eyes to her body and back, as if to say 'since you're here.' "I guess Taylor wouldn't like that too well huh." Morgan said smiling back at him. "It doesn't seem to bother her when I do, since she never wears anything when she swims and lies out. We just wouldn't want to offend you by doing that with you here. So I stay inside and let you two have your time." Brad's tone had taken one of being very matter-of-fact. "I hardly think that you could offend me that way but...okay." Morgan's smile became self-satisfied. She had her kicks. "Is Taylor outside?" She asked pleasantly while looking out the window. "Yea, she went out right before you came in here." "Well I guess I'll be going too. Bye." Morgan turned and walked away from Brad who instinctively looked at her thong. "So if I come out..." Brad called after her. "...I won't offend you?" Morgan turned and smiled modestly. "Hmmm..." she said raising her eyebrow at him. "...I don't see you coming out but no, you wouldn't offend me." The kitchen island was between Morgan and the door. She stopped and turned to face Brad. "Now that sounds like a dare." He said challenging her. "It doesn't matter." She said impassively and then added in a more playful manner. "Your bigger problem would be offending your wife I would think. If you ever offend me, I'll be sure to let you know. Brad's hands went to the band of his shorts and pulled them open and exposed his stiff cock. Morgan didn't say anything. "So you're not offended?" He offered. Morgan turned to see where Taylor was. She was floating in the pool with her top undone and holding a drink. Morgan still said nothing when she turned back to Brad. "Just let me know if you're offended." He said as he stepped toward her. Morgan instinctively looked at his erection the same way he had looked at her ass when she turned around. Brad pulled the strapless bikini top down over her breasts. Glancing outside once more he hungrily bent toward her, took her breasts in his hands and began sucking them. Morgan gasped but didn't resist. She tried to turn her head to see if Taylor was still in the pool but couldn't. With her turning, Brad pulled away to see what she was doing. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask 'Offended now?' Nothing. Taylor was still floating in the pool. He took her head in his hand and pulled her toward him kissing her deeply with his tongue. Morgan reciprocated. As they kissed, Brad's hand went to her bikini and he slid his finger under the thin fabric and into her body. Morgan's body jerked slightly and she pulled her head back to gasp. Morgan closed her eyes and gripped the edge of the counter. Brad's fingers fluttered inside of her body making her knees weak and body tingle. Brad then pulled her bikini to the floor." "If you're not offended then turn around and watch out...and spread your legs." Morgan did as told; separating her legs as much as possible while standing. Brad went to his knees and buried his face between her legs. As Morgan watched outside, her vision seemed to swirl. She felt lightheaded and gripped the opposite side of the counter with her hands to stay upright. Brad's tongue licked and penetrated her wet body like a hungry animal. Morgan moaned in a whisper. She was able to suppress the loud cry that she wanted to release in her heightened erotic state. "Is everything okay?" Brad said normally. "Yes." Morgan replied in a whisper. Brad stood and let his shorts fall to the floor. He touched Morgan's mouth and she drew in his finger with her tongue and sucked on it, attempting to reciprocate in what was happening. With his free hand, Brad held his cock and guided it into her body. When Morgan's mouth opened to gasp, Brad drew his hands back to her hips and held them. He slid his cock all the way into her and then slid it back out stopping just before he pulled out. Brad repeated this motion over and over, gaining speed and forcefulness each time until he was thrusting into her deeply in rapid succession. Morgan forced herself to keep her mouth closed but she couldn't restrain the moans coming from her throat. Brad's body impacting Morgan made a slapping sound on her ass that echoed in the kitchen. She found herself thrusting her body backwards to meet his thrust until finally her hanging on the counter edge across from her was the only way she was staying upright. Her legs were useless. Morgan had come all over Brad and the orgasm she had, paralyzed her body. Brad grunted and forcefully pulled her hips into his thrust and held it. Morgan could feel his cock swell inside of her and his warm fluid pulse into her body. He slid back and thrust forward into her making his cock ejaculate the last bit. Brad pulled out and drew Morgan from the counter top. He helped her stand on her shaky legs. Morgan pulled her top back up and adjusted it until it felt right and then bent to retrieve her bikini bottoms from the floor. Brad slid his shorts back up and fastened them as she did. "Please stop teasing me the way you do Morgan, you've made me want to fuck you like that for..." Brad paused for effect. "for as long as you've been around here." "I only did it because I dreamed of you fucking me like that." Morgan said casually then added. "No strings attached Brad?" "No strings Morgan." Morgan floated in the pool with Taylor, sunglasses on and eyes closed just visiting. "What took you so long Morgan? Everything okay?" Morgan let a smile form across her lips. "Brad was telling me how you skinny dip when there's no company over here. Is that true?" Taylor laughed. "It keeps my tan even and it's comfortable. You should try it." "I don't have a pool silly." Morgan said jokingly. Taylor sat up with a devious smile and tossed her top to the side of the pool. "So use mine." Morgan pulled the clasp on the front of her top and tossed it onto her lounger by the pool. "This has turned out to be an interesting afternoon." Morgan said languorously to Taylor. "I wonder what Pete would say if he saw me now." "Don't ask, don't tell... don't worry about it." Taylor said with a smile. Morgan laid back and only thought. 'Don't ask, don't tell.' And dozed off. Missed Offense Ch. 02 For no particular reason, Morgan awoke with a start. She was still floating in Taylor's pool in the mild sunshine. Her eyes quickly darted around her surroundings, possibly trying to see if anything seemed to be out of place that would alert her to the fact that she had already been found out. It was one of those paranoid and panicky feelings deep in her gut that told her she had been, Morgan felt like ice was injected into the lifeblood of her body as a quiet fear overtook her. She immediately regretted what had taken place earlier with Brad because the thought now occurred to her that getting caught might be a very real possibility. The very real truth was that she hadn't planned on ever doing anything physical with Brad, the husband of her good friend Taylor. Morgan and Brad had been flirting back and forth for about as long as she and Taylor had been friends. It was always innocent and usually in front of their spouses. Once a woman knows what to do to catch a man's eye, she can quietly torment him knowing that the safety of her marriage, and his, will keep him safely at arms length. Morgan enjoyed the sport of catching the glances of a man. Brad had just been sport in Morgan's mind. Hell, for that matter, Taylor and Morgan's hubby flirted quite often. The men were both good looking and successful, their wives undeniably beautiful and took good care of themselves physically. They were both blessed couples to have such appealing spouses. This is probably one of the reasons they had become such good friends, they were very much alike. Morgan slid from her floating lounger and walked in the waist deep water of the shallow end to the steps of the pool. As she ascended the steps of the pool, Morgan scanned the walkway for the bikini top she had tossed there before dozing off. She wasn't finding it. Her panic rose steadily. ‘What was I thinking?' It was that reproachful voice in her head that never seemed to be there before doing something stupid, only after, and this voice now told her she had done a doozy. An angry shout startled Morgan from her thoughts. The lustful betrayal of her friend was surely known. "SKEETER!" Morgan reflexively looked in the direction of the shout to see that it was Taylor. Morgan noticed (with her heart pounding like a drum) that Taylor was admonishing the streaking ball of fur that was racing across the yard with an object clinched tightly in it's mouth. "SKEETER, DAMNIT! GET OVER HERE!" Taylor yelled again. Skeeter was the name of their tiny mixed breed mutt that was at least two years old and smaller than the average cat. As I watched, Skeeter stopped on a dime when he reached the far side of the yard and began lashing his prized object from side to side in much the same way a wild animal might do to extinguish the life of newly caught prey. Skeeter would drop the object, stare at it intently and then capture it again in his jaws and lash it from side to side with newfound fury. Taylor somehow caught the little dog by surprise and swatted it with a broom. The broom didn't actually connect with the poor animal but it scared it badly enough to forget his quarry and run in fear for its life. Taylor bent down and picked up what remained of the little animals kill. She held it up for Morgan to see. What Morgan saw was that it used to be the top that matched the bottoms of her bikini. There was enough evidence left to link the two garments but not much else. Taylor winced as she spoke. "Morgan, I am so sorry. I came up to the house for a few minutes and when I looked back out Skeeter was devouring your top. Morgan's once scattered nerves began to quiet. Seeing half of her $80 bikini in shreds was actually a relief. "Oh my gosh Taylor, is that my top?" "It is; Skeeter came out when I went in. I didn't even think about it. He still likes to chew things up sometimes." Taylor returned the smile that was beginning to form across Morgan's face. "I don't have anything to put on…" Morgan said hoping that Taylor would offer a solution. "I bought a new bikini that I was going to take back, you can have it." Taylor held her hand out for Morgan to follow. "Come on. Just tell me where you bought this one and I'll replace it." Morgan took a towel from a patio chair and wrapped it around her breasts. In the kitchen, Taylor told Morgan to grab herself a fresh drink from the fridge. "I'll be right back, let me get the suit." Morgan casually took a bottle of beer from the fridge and tossed the cap into the trash. As she waited, she glanced into the connecting rooms wondering where Brad might be. "Here you are." Taylor said holding up a bikini still on a hangar. The tags were dangling from each piece. "I liked the design and just bought it. I tried the top on here and it didn't fit well…" Taylor removed the top from the hangar and handed it to Morgan. "…try it on." Morgan started to remove her towel and stopped. "Where's Brad?" A smile crossed Taylor's face. "He went golfing. He should have been gone before you got here but was running late. Go ahead." Morgan pulled off her towel and put on the new top. It seemed to fit okay. "If it would have looked that good on me I would have kept it." Taylor offered. Morgan looked down to see that it accentuated her well. "Try the bottoms." Taylor held them out after removing the tags. "You can do it here, I don't mind." Morgan took the new thong bottoms from Taylor and changed on the spot. They too fit well. "Well, I just didn't know that I was buying a bikini for you. It looks great Morgan." "Think so?" Morgan said raising her hands slightly and turning in a circle. "Oh yea, you look fabulous. Those bottoms are much better too." Taylor said prompting Morgan to look down and adjust the straps on her hips. "How so?" Morgan asked, still looking down. "Because they don't have come all over them." Taylor said. Morgan looked up and met Taylor's gaze. "What?" "Cum, you know, that stuff that leaked out of your body after my husband fucked you, It's probably all leaked out by now. I cleaned the stuff off of the floor over there…" Taylor said looking back and pointing. "and I suppose the pool filter sucked in the rest of it that was floating in the pool. He doesn't come too much so that's probably all of it. Morgan didn't have to admit or deny anything; the look on her face admitted everything. "So you just decided to fuck my husband in my house, hell you could probably even see me while you were fucking, couldn't you?" Morgan shook her head as if trying to process what Taylor was saying. She slowly sat back on a barstool and crossed her arms. "Are you going to deny it?" Taylor asked deprecatingly. Morgan shook her head. "Nope. I'm sorry you had to wipe up the cum, I guess Brad missed it." The look on Taylor's face was as surprised as Morgan's had been before. "You wretched little slut, that's all you have to say… after fucking my husband in my house?" Morgan shouldn't have said it but did. "Don't forget ‘while we could see you' because I was bending over the counter there. He fucked me from behind so we could both see you while we were doing it." Taylor's mouth was agape. Morgan added. "You said it yourself, don't ask don't tell." "You slutty little whore! You fucking backstabbing whore! How dare you say that to me after fucking my husband!" "Come on Taylor. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't plan it. Hell, he pulled his cock out. I didn't ask for it, I could have screamed I guess, I just didn't so he fucked me. You had told me he and the kids wouldn't be here today. There's a surprise, walking by and seeing Brad in the kitchen." "So since my husband was here it was okay for you to just fuck him!" "Do you want to fuck me?" Morgan said nonchalantly. I've never been with a woman but I do find you attractive. We could try it?" "What in the fuck?! You fuck my husband and then say something like that?! Like it's all a big joke?!" Taylor began nodding her head and then pointed at Morgan. "All a big joke, alright you little tramp, I'll show you a fucking joke… It's the one where I call Troy and tell him ‘your wife fucked my husband and I wiped their cum off of the floor myself' joke. The punch line is where he divorces you. Morgan stood from the barstool and leaned across the counter. "You're even sexy when your mad. I'm serious Taylor, I really think I could sleep with you." Taylor picked up the phone and began dialing. "So are you calling my husband to tell him that I fucked Brad today? Or are you calling Brad to confess to fucking Elaine's husband at the spring cookout? You know, he is pretty hot. By the looks of the pictures I'd say you were enjoying yourself…" Taylor's face flushed. "Or maybe you're calling Elaine to apologize for fucking her husband?" Taylor pressed the button to disconnect the call. Slowly she replaced the phone to the cradle with a look of disbelief on her face. "Pictures?" Taylor asked quietly. "Yes, pictures. Troy took them. Apparently he just happened to be in the right place at the right time and snapped a few for the family album." Morgan smiled sweetly as if the conversation were not about lustful indiscretion but gardening. "Do you have these pictures?" Taylor asked. "Well yes. Troy wanted to put them through the shredder but I put them in a safe place. He thinks they were thrown away though." "So you have had pictures of me having sex with another man… didn't tell me, didn't let me know and hung onto them secretly? And then you act like my friend?" "Calm down Taylor. Things are not always as they seem. We both know that men find us attractive, we work hard to make it so, sometimes things happen, I understand that. That's why I didn't say anything to anyone… unlike what you were getting ready to do on the phone there." "I just want to know why you kept the pictures, why would you do that and risk other people seeing them?" "No one else has seen them. I didn't risk anything. The thing that bothers me is that you were just getting ready to sail me down the river… and that didn't bother you one bit. "You fucked my husband in my kitchen and were even looking at me when you did it; wouldn't that make you a little more than mad?!" "Maybe I was watching you because I find you attractive." Taylor shook her head. "This is just a game to you, your not my friend after all?" Why do you say that?" Morgan asked. "Because you hide pictures of me cheating on my husband, fuck my husband and in my house no less and then joke about wanting to sleep with me. Those are things that a friend wouldn't do. That is how I know that you are no friend of mine and never have been." "I don't agree. A friend would do those things. We have fun visiting, shopping and swimming, all of that stuff we do together. I assume you had fun with Troy and I can certainly say that I had fun letting your husband fuck me. He's not that big but he knows how to use it." "What do you mean ‘fun with Troy?" Morgan shook her head while collecting her thoughts. "Okay Taylor, my good friend. We're going to get on the same page. I didn't plan on fucking Brad, ever. I didn't do anything with him today but flirt. He pulled his cock out of his pants and approached me. I had to make a decision, walk away or tell him to stop, or go ahead and fuck him. I though about it…I really did. I decided to let him fuck me." Morgan ran her fingers through her hair and paused. "My first impulse was to walk away until I thought of you and Troy. Me in the back yard setting the table, Brad flipping steaks on the grill and the kids playing in the sandbox… and you cutting vegetables over the sink with Troy's fingers up your pussy. You were both watching me while he was fingering you. That helped me spread my legs today. Some of it was you sucking Troy like a porn-star in my living room. He's enjoyed a couple blowjobs from you my good friend. When I thought of that, that's how I spread my legs apart like a ‘fucking whore' and let Brad fuck me like one." Taylor had started to cry. Her eyes were wet and a single tear rolled down her cheek. She said nothing. "I never said a word to you Taylor. I just watched a little closer. You on the other hand had the audacity to pick that phone up with the intention of calling Troy and telling him what you knew. That is why I kept the pictures AND the video I have of you and Troy. If you ever tried to sell me out I knew it would be to get Troy for yourself. If that ever happened, I would have used the pictures and the video to destroy you. I considered you my friend, people do stupid things. I'm not going to divorce my husband over getting his dick sucked. You wondered why I kept them. They were insurance. If you ever tried to break my marriage up you would pay dearly. Now are we on the same page?" Tears were flowing down Taylor's face. "I'm sorry Morgan. I'm sorry. I fucked Troy once. We did fool around. I don't know what to say." Morgan just stood there looking at Taylor. "We always flirt, Me and Troy and Brad and you. I took it pretty far one time, the day Troy fingered me in the kitchen. He mentioned a threesome with you and I… It just kept going, you know, the conversation, and he began fingering me. I kept talking as he did it, about the threesome. I was really turned on. I told him that we could fuck right there in the kitchen but he wouldn't. The idea of fucking Troy got stuck in my head. That's how the blowjobs happened. I finally told him that if he slept with me I would go along with the threesome." Taylor quit crying. She looked at Morgan with bloodshot eyes waiting for her reply. "So you fucked him. What about the threesome? When is that supposed to happen?" Taylor shrugged her shoulders slightly. "I don't know, soon. He was going to ask you about it sometime soon." "And you want to do this, take a part on a threesome with me and my husband?" "I would have done it. I've always wondered what it would be like." "I don't see us ever getting over this and remaining friends, do you?" "I don't know. I don't think we have to be enemies. I don't want to be enemies with you Morgan." "We don't have to avoid each other but things will never be the same. So what about your threesome?" Morgan asked. "Are you going to keep your promise to Troy?" Taylor didn't say anything. Morgan picked up the phone and dialed a number. The kitchen was quiet. "Hey baby." Morgan said into the phone. "How are you doing?" All Taylor heard was one side of the conversation. "Yea, I'm over at Taylor's, we laid out and swam a bit today." "Well I actually called to find out when you could pencil in a threesome with Taylor and us?" "Don't act so surprised, do you want to have a threesome with Taylor and me?" "I know a lot of things dear. Do you want to or not?" "Since we're all being so honest today, Taylor told me that you two were fucking around, nothing I didn't already know or have proof of." "She got bent out of shape because I fucked Brad in her kitchen today." "Taylor already tried that with me so don't even go there. I know what you've been up to. Do you want to or not?" "Let's do it tomorrow then, during the day." "So take off work." "Alright. Bye." "Tomorrow it is." Morgan said as she put the phone back down. "I can't believe you told him that." "That I fucked Brad? Hell yea I'm going to tell him. He gets to fuck you, get blowjobs from you and finger you. Yea, I'm going to level the field for him." "Now what?" Taylor asked. The redness in her face and eyes was now gone. "I get to be as bad as I want to be. What time is Brad going to be home?" "I don't know, why?" "Maybe I'll just hang around and let him fuck me again." Morgan said brazenly. "He won't be home for another couple of hours at least. Please don't fuck him again Morgan. Not like that. He never has to know anything happened other than what went on today." "So you're just going to show up tomorrow and jump into bed with us?" "I don't know what to do." Taylor said looking away. "Do you really want to do this?" Morgan asked. Taylor nodded her head. "It turns me on thinking about it. I just wish we weren't mad at each other." "We're not." Morgan said holding her arms out for a hug. Taylor moved toward her and the two embraced. "We can have a friendship." Morgan said gently rubbing Taylor's back. "It'll just be different." Morgan untied the string that was around Taylor's neck and pulled away from her. The two didn't say anything as they removed each others tops and timidly embraced in a kiss. Taylor's husband Brad came to the back door saw the two before they could do anything about it. He came inside "What's this? The two most beautiful women I know making out in my kitchen. Can I play too?" Brad said half jokingly. "What do you think Morgan?" Taylor said. Her mind could think of nothing else to say. "Pull that cock out and fuck your wife Brad. Here." Morgan knelt and pulled Taylor's bikini to the floor. "Spread your legs." Morgan told her. "See that pussy Brad." Taylor gasped when she felt Morgan's finger slide between her legs and slightly penetrate her body. "See where that finger is? Stick your cock in there, c'mon, let me see you fuck her." Brad pulled open his pants and pulled out his cock. "C'mon Brad, fuck her right now." "Fuck me Brad.' Taylor said arching her back and sticking her ass I the air. Brad moved up to Taylor who was now leaning on the table. "Fuck her Brad, yea, fuck her good." Morgan said as she stepped behind Brad and pushed him toward her. He held his cock in his hand and guided it into Taylor's body. Morgan was just a cheering section. "Oh yea. He is fucking you good Tyalor. C-mon Brad fuck her. She wants it hard and deep. Yea , like that. Yea, fuck yea!" The show continued until Taylor screamed in orgasm and Brad grunted and moaned releasing his seed. They collapsed onto one another onto the edge of the dining room table, both gasping for breath. Morgan slid out of the kitchen and took her bag into the guest bathroom and dressed. When she returned, Brad and Taylor were both in the pool lying back on the steps just under the water. "I'm going to head out guys." Morgan called to them. "It's been fun. So I'll see you tomorrow Taylor?" Morgan asked. "Definitely tomorrow, it's a date." Taylor said. "K, bye guys." Taylor and Brad waved to Morgan. Morgan returned a wave of her own and disappeared behind the door. Taylor heard Morgan start her car and drive away. It spurred her thoughts about tomorrow. Were they actually going to do it? She wanted to feel Troy inside of her again. She might not have felt so cozy about tomorrow if she knew what was going through Morgan's mind. Troy was getting ready to leave his office and had a nervous pang in his chest. Morgan felt just fine. Missed Offense Ch. 03 Morgan pulled her car onto the main highway and accelerated rapidly. Her mind was passing over the events of the day. 'The day didn't go the way I thought it would.' she thought. To begin with, Brad was not supposed to be there. Her thoughts stayed with him for a moment. The thought of him just taking her like he did made her skin tingle. That was something she had never experienced before. Morgan was 30…ish and quite monogamous. She had never strayed in her marriage even though the thought had danced through her head on several occasions. Morgan may not have consciously noticed her sex drive changing but her reasoning about what took place that day and the information she had been carrying for so long about her husband and Taylor could have told her as much. She didn't want revenge for what was happening between Taylor and her husband Troy. What happened with Brad was something that happens when two people who find one another attractive are alone and hardly dressed. Especially when the female of the two flirts as hard as Morgan had. In Morgan's mind, she was going to walk right out of that kitchen to the pool and let Brad watch her tight ass as she did. She thought that standing there was what did it. Letting Brad just stand there and look at her in her smallest of bikinis. Knowing he was looking so hard at her and wanting to see more yet trying so hard not to look at her, that was arousing. When Brad pulled open his shorts and revealed his stiff cock, Morgan's flirt game was over. Her abdomen seemed to light up in a warm glow and her whole body tingled with expectation and excitement. Had her mind gotten past staying calm and appearing unruffled she might have dropped to her knees and sucked his smooth shaft into her watering mouth. Instead, Morgan just calmly stood there and let Brad do as his lust dictated. She knew it would end with him thrusting into her until his penetrating cock erupted. That would quench their lust. The matter of Troy and Taylor was separate. Morgan had hoped to keep it that way until she was forced into the corner by Taylor. She knew everything now. Morgan now wondered if Taylor would just run. Would Taylor simply avoid her and fade away into her past now that it was all out in the open? She hoped not. What she didn't understand was why Taylor was so mad about her and Brad when she and Troy had done much more. She knew Taylor had been with two other men besides her husband, why would it upset her so bad if he got a little on the side as well? Morgan understood everything that was going on to a certain degree. It was a cruel joke of nature. As a woman passes 30, her sexual desire begins to increase and her inhibitions decrease. As a man passes 30, his desire begins to decrease which he combats with trying to add excitement. Morgan thought about it. Less than five minutes from her house it hit her. Taylor was playful, the life of the party but a woman who stifled her sexuality for her husband, maybe bored in the way he delivered but fully confident in her ability to satisfy him. Morgan herself was too embarrassed to let Troy know that her needs were changing. She knew that much. Years back Troy mentioned some more 'exciting' things and she let him have it pretty bad. How could she go back to him now and suggest the same things? Troy was easy. He was looking for excitement that he didn't get at home and he found it with Taylor. Morgan laughed to herself 'This is a soap opera.' Little did Taylor know, Brad was looking for more than Taylor was giving. Morgan's abdomen tingled with a new thought. She turned it over in her head as she turned into her driveway. Troy was already home and worrying about what he would face with Morgan. "Hey baby." Morgan said as she dropped her keys onto the kitchen counter. "Hey." Troy replied with a somewhat reserved tone. "Are you mad Morgan?" "Do you love her or is it just sex?" She asked and added. "You know I know what you two have been up to." Troy lowered his head as though he felt shamed. "It's just sex. I'm sorry. Does Brad know?" "No, I don't think so unless Taylor filled him in after I left. I doubt she did though." Troy looked relieved. "I don't blame you for what you did with him. I deserved it." "What do you think about my call? Taylor told me about the threesome you wanted." "I'm waiting for the axe to fall…" Troy said beaten. "… I thought you were going to leave me the last time I brought it up so I don't expect any different this time." "Why do you want a threesome Troy? Honestly." "Honestly, I think you are beautiful and sexy, I think Taylor is very attractive. The thought of seeing you two together like that…" Troy paused. "Just thinking of you two together like that is more than I can stand." Morgan shook her head and walked out of the room. Troy knew that she had reached her breaking point and tried to accept as much. Morgan returned wearing only lace thong panties. She approached Troy who was sitting at the kitchen table. "Just waiting for tomorrow is more than I can stand." Morgan stood in front Troy waiting for his reply. He was looking up at her in complete surprise. Once he realized it was not as he thought, he stood from his chair to kiss her, Morgan pushed him back down. "Is that what you want to do?" Troy's large hand went under the strap of Morgan's panties and pulled them to the floor. His fingers caressed her slit and then went deep into her body. Morgan moaned. His fingers flitted deep inside of her setting off tingling sparks throughout her body. Her body reacted by growing wetter and also taking the strength from her knees. Morgan's legs jerked and trembled involuntarily. "Don't fall down on me baby." Troy said as he stood to take a breast into his mouth. Morgan's arms went around Troy in an effort to hold herself up. Her nails bit into his back. It was no use. Troy could bring her to orgasm with only his fingers and for Morgan at least, standing during an orgasm was physically impossible. Morgan's legs gave out completely. Without removing his fingers from her body, Troy put his free arm around her torso and picked her up. He continued his fluttering assault on her senses from deep inside her body as she dangled off of the floor in his grasp moaning helplessly. Despite the painful bulge in his pants, Troy didn't take it out. He wanted to see her come. He turned and lowered Morgan onto the kitchen table until she was flat on her back. With her ass at the table edge, he pushed her legs apart and sat down. Troy buried his face between her legs and attacked her clit with a vengeance. His tongue flitted over the surface of it and then he would lick it hard. Every now and then he would suck it before sliding his tongue into her body to lap at her juices before starting the pattern over again. Morgan drew her knees to her chest and held them there. Her breath came in quick shallow bursts and her legs jerked against the restraint of her hands. Morgan was close. Troy slid his fingers deep into her body and flitted his tongue across her swollen clit. Troy's could feel the wetness of Morgan core as she released her sexual tension in one wet flood of orgasm. He tore open his pants as fast as he could, eager to penetrate her with his throbbing body and feel her complete wetness. With his pants open and his cock out, he slid Morgan back on the table, climbed up and thrust into her. His cock found pussy that his fingers never touched. Morgan gasped again in pleasure. Troy thrust in and slid out repeatedly, focused on the sensation of her body stretched around his. When Troy's abdomen finally tightened and his cock ached for release, he pressed deep into her and cried out. Come shot from his body into hers in long gulping pulses that made him moan and press so much harder against her. His blurry eyes closed tight until he finished and only opened after he had collapsed on top of her with breathless satisfaction. Morgan wrapped her arms around her man and held him tight. They would talk later. Troy and Morgan showered together and dressed for the evening. For Morgan that was tight sweats and a t-shirt, for Troy it was loose sweats and a t-shirt. A quick phone call to the pizza house had pizza in their laps in less than thirty minutes. It was now time to talk. "Troy…" Morgan began. "…how do you feel about Brad and me fucking?" Troy looked at her. "It doesn't bother me, I understand." "Do you still want to have Taylor over tomorrow?" "Yea." "I want to have Brad over too." Morgan admitted. "You want to fuck him?" "Do you want to fuck Taylor?" Brad thought for a moment and then began slowly nodding his head. "Yea, I guess I do. So you want to fuck Brad?" "I would like to fuck both of you." Morgan said. "Does that bother you?" "I'm getting hard thinking about it." "Show me." Morgan said with a smile. Troy stood from his chair and slid his sweats down. His hard shaft stood up attesting to his arousal. He was hard indeed. Morgan crawled over to him and took it into her mouth. It wasn't long before Troy carried Morgan to the bedroom where he was once again thrusting into her and releasing. The two lovers drifted off to sleep wrapped in one another's arms, exhausted and satisfied. After having a light breakfast, Morgan decided it was time to call Taylor to make sure she was serious about coming over. "Hi Taylor, it's Morgan. Are we still on for today?" The phone was silent for a moment. "Brad knows that I know. It came out last night." "So--- what?" "He wants to talk to you--- and Troy. I think he has an idea about what's been going on." "Where is he?" "He's here, he's in the shower right now." "Do you think he'll come over?" "Yea, probably." "Just tell him when he's out that Troy and I are home and he can come over. Just let us know when he's on his way." "Are you sure that's okay with Troy?" "It's fine. Just let me know." "Okay. Bye." "Bye." Morgan talked to Troy and their conversation was interrupted by the phone. It was Brad. Morgan talked to him and assured him everything was okay. If he wanted to speak to them both it would be better if he just came over. Taylor made a nervous call to Morgan and fifteen minutes later Brad arrived. Tension was in the air. Brad was nervous about having fucked the wife of the man who lived in this house; Troy was nervous about having the husband of the woman he was fucking come to his house. Morgan was excited. Her attitudes and ideas about sex began changing in her late twenties. The memories of her scolding Troy years ago when he suggested experimenting in the bedroom pushed her to repress her new feelings. Now, after repressing for several years Morgan took the opportunity to liberate not only her own feelings but those of Troy, Brad and Taylor. Morgan felt like the guys could get through this easily. Taylor she felt would be the holdout. Could she handle seeing her husband with another woman? Brad and Troy greeted each other and shook hands. So far so good Morgan thought. "Guys, lets sit down." Morgan said extending her hand in the direction of the living room. The trio walked to the living room and found a seat. Brad sat in the chair furthest from Troy. Morgan sat next to Troy on the couch and put her arm around his shoulder. "So Brad, Morgan said that you wanted to come over and talk with us." Troy began. Brad looked a little uncomfortable but maintained his composure. "Yea. If it's okay I'll just cut to the chase." "Sure." Troy agreed. "I'm good. Go ahead." "Taylor told me what happened yesterday, between her and Morgan so--- I know Morgan told you over the phone. I just thought it would be better for us to sit face to face and talk about anything instead of just letting it sit." "Do you know about anything else besides what happened yesterday?" Troy asked looking for any change in Brad's expression. He saw none and Brad answered evenly. "Taylor is tight lipped but I think I have a pretty good idea from the little she did tell me. She told me about the threesome." Troy nodded his head. Morgan looked at him to see the expression on his face. Finally Troy spoke and looked between Morgan and Brad as he did. "Morgan here killed the threesome idea. It was a bad idea anyway." "I don't know about a bad idea, any guy would be one lucky son of a bitch to sleep with two women like Morgan and Taylor. I just didn't like that I wasn't that lucky guy." "Yea, that's why it was a bad idea and what consequently killed it" Brad began. "We decided that you should be here so we turned the threesome into a foursome. If you're up for it?" Brad's face went blank for a moment. "You mean the two women and then us---?" He didn't finish the statement. Troy nodded again. "If your up for it--- and if Taylor is up for it." The way things were going, to anyone else that would seem like an odd statement. Taylor had been with Troy on more than one occasion. It would stand to reason that Brad could have another go with Morgan just to be fair. "I'll call her." Morgan said standing up from the couch. She quickly disappeared around the corner. Troy leaned forward in his seat to address his guest. "So Brad, can you handle both of us fucking Morgan? That's what she wants." "I thought you would fuck Taylor and I would be with Morgan, you know, after the two women did their thing together." Troy shook his head. "No, she wants us to gang bang her. "What about Taylor?" "Hell, we'll bang her too. After watching those two women together I'll be ready to bust off another nut. Can you do it?" Brad smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "I've never tried." "Think of it this way. We're watching the two women with each other and just can't keep away so you approach Morgan and fuck her. You watch a little more and see Taylor bending over sucking Morgan's breasts and 'bam' you slide it in and hit it right there while she's doing her business with Morgan. Morgan came back into the room. "Well boys, I talked to Taylor. She's relieved everything is okay. Everything is okay isn't it?" The two guys looked at each other and back to Morgan. "Yea." Morgan smiled. "I invited her over for lunch so she'll be over in a couple of hours." "I can go get her." Brad chimed in. "No, I offered. She wanted to drive herself over." "Did you mention the original plans?" Troy asked dubiously. "Yes." "And?" "She didn't reply. I just know she's coming over. She did ask how she should dress." Brad spoke up. "What did you tell her?" "Very casual." Morgan said with a twinkle in her eye. "I did think of something that I wanted to ask you two about." Brad and Troy waited for her to continue. "Morgan's face reddened slightly. I know that she's a little uncomfortable or uncertain. What if we all treat her, I mean all three of us show her all of the attention when she comes in?" Brad and Troy looked at each other again, unsure of what Morgan meant. Brad spoke up. "Like a co-ed gang bang? Two men and a woman ganging up on a woman?" Morgan shrugged as if to say 'I hadn't thought of it that way' and then said with her smile. "Yea, I guess so. A co-ed gang bang." "If we're showing her all of the attention, what about you?" Troy asked as if working out a logistical problem. Morgan shrugged. "She'll be here in a couple of hours?" Brad clarified. Morgan nodded and left the room. Troy and Brad talked between each other and agreed that Morgan's plan was a good one. They each went to a sitting chair by the wall and undressed. Morgan came back into the room to see Troy and Brad standing in the middle of the room completely naked. Each had solid erections that stood seemingly straight up. Morgan was dressed for the occasion. She looked at the two men and their equipment with obvious approval. Morgan untied her robe let it slide from her body. The robe was all that stood between them and her naked body. Troy and Brad would take her together. Morgan approached to two men and abruptly took Troy in her arms and kissed him deeply with her tongue. Brad wasted no time in pressing himself against Morgan's back. He lifted her hair away and began kissing and licking her neck and ear. His free hand slid between her legs and caressed her body. There was no need to linger long, Morgan was already quite wet before Brad even touched her. Troy knew that Brad's fingers were dancing inside of Morgan's body because her kisses would freeze momentarily and she would shudder slightly. Troy lowered his hand to find her swollen clitoris. His finger, wet with her juices, slid back and forth over her clit's surface in concert with Brad's fingers that were inside of her. Morgan was frozen. She didn't even try to return Troy's kisses now. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes were closed. Sounds of ecstasy would escape her throat in shaky uncontrollable squeaks. There was no doubt Morgan was watching some kind of fireworks show behind her closed eyes and was enjoying it immensely. Troy lowered his head and began nipping and sucking Morgan's nipples. As Brad massaged Morgan from the inside, he dropped to his knees and began kissing and licking her legs. Morgan was having her breasts sucked, her clit rubbed, her legs licked and her pussy fingered all at that same time. Her legs were now refusing to hold her up. She would happily fall to the floor. Troy turned Morgan around and picked her up by lifting her legs into a sitting position and leaning her back against his chest. This pulled her legs apart and allowed Brad a front row seat to her dripping wet pussy. Brad pressed his face between her legs and immediately slid his tongue inside of her. The smell and taste of her body seemed to make his erection throb even harder. Brad's body was telling him to fuck her now which he badly wanted to do now but he would wait. Brad lifted Morgan's legs into the air so that he turned her upside down against Troy. This put her pussy into Troy's face and her face into Troy's throbbing erection. As Troy slid his tongue into her body, Morgan grabbed his hips and rammed his cock into her mouth. Brad helped Troy hold her inverted until Troy's legs began giving out in much the same way Morgan's had earlier. Brad pulled Morgan's legs from Troy's shoulders and lowered her so that Troy had Morgan under her arms and Brad had her by her legs. The shocks of ecstasy radiating through her body drained her of her strength so that the two men held a dangling woman ravaged by orgasm. Even though Morgan was unable to move she desired more. Brad would soon deliver just that. More. They lowered Morgan to the floor and covered her with their bodies. Troy and Brad pressed their erections against her, against her legs, arms, chest, face and stomach. They seemingly kissed and licked every inch of her. They rolled her over and did more of the same. Had she opened her eyes she could not have seen clearly. She felt as if she were floating on a sea of tingling electricity. Morgan was distantly aware that she had sucked both of them and that both of her breasts had been sucked at the same time. Fingers that felt different entered her body at will and her body was being pulled and rolled into different positions. Morgan was experiencing one continuing orgasm. Her fingers and toes curled tightly and then would abruptly release. Troy was the first to penetrate her with his cock. Morgan knew that she was now being fucked. Morgan could feel her body bounce back and forth on the floor as Troy rapidly thrust into her over and over. She felt like he was hitting her stomach inside. Her warm fluid covered his body. Brad was licking and sucking her breasts with a voracious appetite.. Troy finally gasped and moaned as he released. He would normally press into her as he ejaculated but this time he continued fucking her until he felt the rush of ejaculation stop. Missed Offense Ch. 03 Troy pulled away and Brad took his place between her legs. Brad pressed Morgan's legs back and began fucking her with the same efforts that Troy had. Troy began licking and kissing Morgan's face and neck. Morgan moaned with every thrust, her pussy was gaping and covered with come; hers, Troy's and soon to be Brad's. Brad thrust with all of his remaining strength and pulled Morgan onto him by her legs. He held himself as he came. Brad held his breath when he came. His hot come fired into her body and was met with another short orgasm and come of Morgan's own. As the last pulse fired from his cock, Brad let out his breath and lowered himself to the floor next to her. "Oh my gosh." Morgan sighed. Her eyes were closed and she rolled her head from Brad on one side of her to Troy on the other. "My whole body is tingling." She said to Troy. He gave her a happily tired smile and sat up. "Ready to go again?" He asked. Morgan dreamily shook her head. "No way mister, Taylor is next on the menu. She'll be here in less than an hour. Are you two ready to go again?" Brad chimed in. "I better get cleaned up then. Should I use the guest shower?" "Yea." Troy said. "Towels are in the cabinet. Everything you need should be in there." Brad took his clothes from the chair and left the room. Troy kissed Morgan on the forehead and caressed her cheek. "We better get moving too." He stood and offered his hand to help her up which she gladly took. Troy then gathered his clothes from the chair and walked with Morgan to the bedroom where they showered together and prepared for Taylor to arrive. Taylor had spent the previous hour getting ready to leave for Morgan and Troy's house. She debated on what to wear and finally made her decision. Taylor was nervous and excited. The butterflies in her stomach were a constant reminder that she would soon be leaving for the unknown. In the back of her mind she wondered about Brad and how it was going so far with Morgan and Troy. She and Morgan discussed it on the phone and Taylor told her to go ahead and get the guys warmed up. Would they be too tired now to do anything? She wondered. Taylor arrived right on time. Morgan answered the door wearing a form fitting chemise and thigh stockings. Taylor stood there in a thigh length trench coat belted around her waist, dark stockings and high heels. They guys looked on. Brad was in a pair of boxers and a tank top. Troy was wearing a pair of low riding lounge pants tied around his waist and no shirt. Morgan closed the door behind Taylor and went back to her. "Can I take your jacket?" She asked. Taylor unbuckled her belt and slowly opened her trench coat. She was wearing a matching black lace thong and bra. Morgan looked her up and down as she took Taylor's coat. She tossed the coat in the direction of the guys and turned back around. "Welcome." Morgan said just before putting her arms around Taylor and kissing her deeply. Taylor returned the kiss. The two men approached and took their turn kissing Taylor. The two who were left standing caressed and touched her body. Taylor had six hands on her almost immediately touching her. "Can we get anything for you?" Morgan asked. Taylor was too stunned to reply. She only shook her head. Morgan pulled Taylor back to her and kissed her with her tongue. One of the guys focused on caressing her legs and the other caressed her torso and breasts. Taylor began to feel as if she were spinning. Her bra was pulled away from her body and her panties were pulled down her legs. Someone lifted her feet and removed her shoes. It was all a blur. She knew that she was standing there in only her stockings. The two men picked her up and laid her down on top of the coffee table. It had a blanket and pillows on top of it that her body and head rested on. Morgan stood over her and pulled off her chemise and lay down on top of her. Their bare breasts pressed together as their faces came together once again. Taylor could feel the sides of her face being kissed and licked by the men. Morgan pulled away and Troy took her place kissing her mouth until he too went away and Brad took his place. Morgan and Troy sucked her breasts as Brad kissed her with his tongue. Morgan's slender fingers found Taylor's wet body and penetrated it. Taylor tried to will her eyes open to see what was happening but she couldn't do it. She was spinning as if weightless in erotic space. The men moved to lift Taylor's shoulders so that she could see what was coming next. Morgan's face went between Taylor's legs and her tongue slid into her body. Taylor threw her head back and gasped. Morgan teased Taylor's clit with her mouth and penetrated her with her tongue over and over. Taylor felt herself of the edge of orgasm several times but never went over the edge. Morgan wouldn't let her. Brad lowered his cock to Taylor's face and she took it into her mouth. Troy stood on the other side of her and lifted her hand to his cock. She gripped it in her fingers and pulled it to her mouth. Taylor was able to get both of the cocks to her mouth and lick them together. Morgan stood and moved to the head of the coffee table. Taylor didn't hesitate when Morgan straddled the table above Taylor's face. She lifted her head to meet Morgan as she lowered herself. Her tongue entered Morgan abruptly before her mouth consumed her. Morgan fingered Taylor's pussy and massaged her clit as Taylor ate her out. One of the guys, Brad teased Morgan's clit as Taylor sucked and lapped her body with her tongue. Morgan's legs shook. Troy held her up under her arms and pinched her nipples as he did so. Morgan's body shuddered and she came. Taylor lapped with renewed vigor. Brad moved between his wife's legs. Before her could lower himself to enter her, Morgan leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth and fingered Taylor's pussy at the same time. Brad could have easily come in Morgan's mouth but she stopped and let him enter his wife. The next part is hard to describe. Morgan lifted herself off of Taylor's face. Taylor couldn't gasp from the hard cock in her pussy and eat pussy at the same time. Morgan leaned forward and kissed Brad as he fucked Taylor. Troy slid his cock into Taylor's mouth before sliding it into Morgan's pussy. Taylor had a front row seat to Morgan's pussy stretching around Troy's cock. When he pulled out of her, Taylor pulled his glistening cock into her mouth and sucked it. Brad was still fucking her but slowly so he could kiss Morgan at the same time. Troy moved back by Brad. Although he hadn't come yet, Brad moved away and Troy entered Taylor. "Suck her tits baby." He said to Morgan. Morgan got off of Taylor and leaned over her to suck her breasts. Troy slammed into her before pulling out and letting Brad enter her again and fuck her more aggressively. The two men gang-fucked Taylor until she had come herself to exhaustion. Brad flipped her over and pulled ass into the air and rammed into her. He slammed his cock into her until his cock swelled and began shooting his come deep inside her. Troy rolled her back over and pressed her knees back before entering her. Troy fucked Taylor with the same energy they had fucked Morgan earlier. Taylor too seemed to be in a perpetual orgasm. Her fingers and toes curled tightly and then released. Troy pressed deeply into her and released his load into her core. Taylor seemed all but passed out on the coffee table. Her pussy gaped open and cum dripped out and down her ass to the table. The group lay on the floor trying to catch their breath. Taylor, between gasps kept saying "Oh my gosh." Her body had been gang banged by two men and a woman. Her gaping wet pussy attested to that fact. "Morgan." Taylor said, trying to breathe normally. "I have always imagined what it would be like to see you like this, to see you without anything on and touch your body. You are even more beautiful than I imagined. You taste so sweet." Morgan responded simply..."Me too." Then a thought occurred to her which made her laugh. "I just want to know if anyone here is offended?" With the floor still littered with naked bodies, Morgan told the story of her 'Missed Offense' concerning a certain stiff cock. The four never left the house that weekend.