0 comments/ 23650 views/ 0 favorites Empty Nest By: Decayed Angel Jim watched the bluish rays of light from the streetlamps seem to grab the front of his car and pull him, slowly, slowly toward home. After a busy day at work he took his time on the way home, he was in no hurry to get to the seemingly empty house. Sure, his wife was there, but since they had taken their youngest child off to college the weekend before, it just seemed so awkwardly quiet. With the day to day interaction with their daughter suddenly relegated to a phone call or two, Jim wasn't sure what to do and with his wife's weepy disposition, the house just seemed depressing. He considered heading off to a bar for some company, but shook his head and continued letting the streetlight rays draw him onward. Reaching his driveway, he deliberately eased his car up the long, empty driveway and pulled into the garage next to his wife's car. Turning off the engine, Jim held the steering wheel tightly as he took a few deep breaths before heading into the house. Oddly, the back door was locked and Jim whispered, "Damn" as he fumbled for and dropped his keys. Propping the screen door open with his knee and twisting his back so his computer bag would stay on his shoulder, he carefully bent down and grabbed the keys. Straightening up, he regained his balance and then unlocked the door. "Honey, I'm home, how come the door was locked?" he called out. His wife responded with a sexy lilt, "I've been waiting for you." Turning toward the sound of her voice, he replied, "Sorry I'm late, but..." freezing in mid sentence, he gazed at his wife. She was on the kitchen table, reclining back on her elbows as she moved her palms in slow circles over her nipples. Jim watched closely as the hard knobs peeked out between her fingers until she slowly moved her hands away, giving him a full view of her breasts. Her nipples seemed huge, standing firm above the slightly pink aureoles. Her ample breasts spread out in two sexy, soft mounds that begged for him to bury his face into the delicate flesh. Feeling his cock grow in his pants, Jim continued his gaze downward, over that body he had known for years, but had never seen like this. Her belly was drawn in some, with her hipbones casting curved shadows down toward her neatly trimmed patch of hair. Her legs were open wide, with her knees wrapped around each corner of the table. Following the light skin of her thighs, his attention narrowed to her beautiful slit. The faintly pink mound curved outward, with a hint of a dark shadow along the slit. Looking closer, he noticed a bit of the inner lip peeking out from inside. "I thought you might be hungry," his wife said softly, letting her hand roll over her hips, slide down her pubic mound and gently pull the outer lips apart. The dark inner pink seemed to glisten in the kitchen's faint light. "Do you want a taste?" she asked. Without a word Jim sat in the chair and pulled himself up between her legs, his hands touching her knees and then firmly running up her thighs. He caught a touch of her fragrance as he moved his face closer to her open slit, his cheek brushing along her thigh. He wanted to sink his tongue into her and fuck her with it as she wrapped her legs around his head, but then... he paused, letting his hot, moist breath roll over the most tender part of her. She had never done this without the lights turned off and Jim wanted to savor the beautiful sight of her pussy, as it seemed to quiver in anticipation. Moving her hand from her lips, he took his fingers and ever so gently, opened them, like she had done, but this time slower, more exploring than anything else. Resting he head on her thigh, he looked at the bright knob of her clit, wetting his fingers with his tongue and then lightly sliding his slippery fingers over her. Her immediate response surprised him as she not only arched her back like she normally did, but she let out a loud, growling moan. The guttural sound seemed almost feral in its ferocity and he stiffened a moment at the noise before remembering they were alone in the house. He pushed his thumb into her and then removed it, staring at the way it glistened in her wetness just before he slipped it into his mouth, tasting the slightly tangy taste of her. Taking a deep breath, he drew her pungent fragrance into him and then moved closer. He hovered his face just above her as he let his tongue wetly dart over her clit and then slip down between her lips and then back up again. Apparently unable to bear it any longer, Jim's wife reached down and grabbed his head and pulled him onto her as she cried out, "OH EAT ME, EAT ME NOW." With the sound of her voice seeming to echo though the house, Jim drove his tongue deep into her wet, soft and tasty opening, circling around the walls. His hands moved up and down her thighs as she moved her ass up and down, raising it off the table, each time he plunged his tongue into her. Feeling the muscles in her thighs begin to tighten some, Jim moved his attention up to her clit, circling it with his tongue and then sucking it up between his lips. He moved his hands down and as she raised her ass up to push against his face, he slipped them under her and began kneading her buttocks. She moaned loudly again and then screamed, "YES, YES, THE CLIT, the clit... clit." Jim took his thumb and pushed it deep into her wet cunt as he drew his tongue long and hard over her clit. Her ass tensed as she moaned again and then released as Jim felt her muscles go loose and the walls of her pussy begin to pulse on his thumb. He sucked her clit into his mouth as she pulled his face tight to her pussy, her lips squeezing tight over his nose and mouth. He kept the suction tight on her clit as she whimpered, her back arched, her pussy squeezing and then releasing his thumb. Finally, she moved her hands from his head and he turned his head to catch his breath. He rested on her thigh and simply watched as her lips slowly closed back over his thumb. In a few minutes he gently pulled his thumb from her pink lips and looked up through a few stray strands of curly hair at her face, her eyes closed in a dreamy contentment. Suddenly they opened as she smiled wickedly and whispered, "Well, aren't you going to fuck me now." The language and the way she spoke it ignited him as he stood up, unhooked his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Jim watched his wife as she looked down at his hard cock, took the purple head in her fingers and guided it toward her slit. With her other hand, she opened her lips a bit and then pulled him to her. Jim pushed his cock in a ways and then withdrew. He worked it slowly back and forth, gaining depth with each push as it was slowly coated in her juices. Soon he could push himself to the hilt as he moved slowly, savoring the warm, wet feel of her. She spoke out, loudly, distinctly, "How does it feel?" Moving a bit faster now, Jim whispered, "Good, it feel's good." She said it again, "How does it feel? Tell me." Pushing himself to the hilt, he moaned and whispered, "It's good." She then reached up and grabbed his nipples, pinching them and shouted, "TELL ME!" Jim cried out, "IT'S GOOD, IT FEELS SO GOOD!" "DO YOU LIKE FUCKING ME? AAGH" she screamed, ending with a loud grunt. "I LOVE FUCKING YOU," the words echoed through the house. She then whispered, "Are you going to come inside me?" "Yes," Jim whispered. "OH PLEASE COME INSIDE ME," she screamed, pushing up to meet his thrusts as she came again. "COME INSIDE ME." "OH YES," he replied loudly as he felt his balls tighten as the pleasure shot down though his cock to his balls. He exploded inside her, filling her with his wet sticky cum as he rose up on his tiptoes, shoving his cock as deep into her as he could. He remained, his cock pulsing inside her, feeling her cunt tighten and then loosen around him, until his calves ached and he sat down into the chair, his cock curling limply onto this thigh. Jim's wife sat up then and looked at him with a satisfied gaze. He glanced back down at her beautiful pussy, glistening wet from their cum. It was the same pussy he had been kissing and fucking for years and yet it was suddenly new again. He slid his chair forward, wrapped his arms around his wife and buried his face between her breasts. He felt her legs wrap around him, as her warm, wet pussy pressed against his chest. "I love you," he whispered as a tear fell onto her breast. Empty Nest It was a final get-together, a day-long pool party for my daughter and her two closest friends before they went their separate ways. Hanna would be going to Connecticut for college, Natasha would be attending a university in California, and my Diane would be attending a college in Illinois. I largely left the three of them alone. I made an appearance for lunch, and ate with them at the picnic table in the backyard before returning inside. Sitting with three stunning young women in bikinis was a nice boost for my ego, even though I was more than twice their age and one of them was my own daughter. Purposely, I spent the afternoon inside, just as I had during the morning, giving them their privacy on their final day together. Listening to the three of them splashing in the pool and bantering back and forth made me acutely aware of the fact that, all too soon, I would no longer hear such youthful sounds. All too soon, I would have an empty nest. With a sigh, I stood at the kitchen window, looking across the yard to the pool where the three young women were about to dive in and probably race toward the shallow end of the pool. Three young women who had definitely grown and matured over the years. It was strange that I had almost missed it, for I remembered all three of them in the backyard for Diane's tenth birthday party. ...just hours before her mother left us forever. Although we had no idea what had become of her, I was certain that if she could watch these activities now, her mother would definitely be proud. Diane had certainly become much like her mother at the same age, only slightly shorter and with fewer inhibitions. Her mother had left us, and in a few days, she would leave me as well. The large house would then truly seem empty. Perhaps it was finally time to sell. They had moved on, so perhaps it was time for me to move on as well. When Diane came inside later to get more Diet Cokes for the group, I was sitting at the kitchen table, thoughts of the forthcoming empty nest consuming me. "What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked with genuine concern. I sighed. "Watching and listening to you three out there," I admitted, "I suddenly realized that soon I won't have anyone to watch or listen to. You and Natasha and Hanna are all heading to colleges and universities elsewhere." It was not until my daughter was holding me that I realized that I was crying. Specifically, she stood beside me, and I was crying into her chest. Part of me was shocked by that fact given that, even though I had watched Diane mature from a tiny baby to a young woman, I had never thought of her in a sexual way, not even when I had to take her shopping for her first bras at great embarrassment to us both. Yet part of me seized onto the fact that, for the first time in many years, I was actually having contact with breasts - I could not even remember having ever bumped into my daughter's chest purely by accident. At that moment, I was no longer her father and she was no longer my daughter. At that moment, we were simply two souls, one comforting the other, one finding solace in the other, bonding together. Her heartbeat in my ear soothed me even more than her comforting presence. Reluctantly, I tore my head away, and her arms fell away from me as I looked in disbelief at the chest against which my face had just been pressed, yet the shame I felt was amazingly minimal. "I'll be back," Diane whispered, drawing my eyes up to her face - where they should have been focused anyhow. And with that, she took a six-pack of Diet Coke from the refrigerator and returned outside to her closest friends. I was feeling a little bit better about twenty minutes later. Sitting in the recliner in the living room with a friend's manuscript, I realized that I was not hearing the girlish laughter or the splashing from outside, but it was not anything worth worrying about - after all, they were all fine young women, each of them rather mature for her age, so there was no reason to be concerned. ...at least, not about them, but about me, for I suddenly thought about how Diane's breasts had felt against my face, about how my skin had felt so much more "alive" when pressed against her bare flesh instead of against her thin bikini bra. I thought of how Hanna's wet bikini panty had formed itself almost like a second skin against her sex when I had looked out the window earlier and noticed her laying in a lounge chair with her legs spread somewhat wide. I remembered Natasha's thong leaving virtually nothing to the imagination when she had bent over to pick up the apple core which had inadvertently fallen from her plate just after lunch. ...and those thoughts had me aroused. Three beautiful young women - all quite intelligent, all very mature, all one hundred percent female - were in my backyard, and, to the best of my knowledge, they were all single. ...just like me. Diane had dated a few times in high school, but never seriously. I knew that Natasha had been dating one of the basketball players for a few months during their Junior year. And to my knowledge, Hanna had never dated anyone. I had not dated anyone in about six years. I had not even had a one-night stand during that time. My life had been completely and wholeheartedly devoted to Diane: dance lessons and performances, a few school plays, various trips to review and select colleges, and the DDR convention in Santa Fe... Something caused me to rise and return to the kitchen. Looking out the window, my daughter and her friends were all tanning again in the lounge chairs, and it was a wonderful sight to behold. Three young women in wet bikinis which clung to their curves in such an appealing way that perpetuated my arousal and my inappropriate thoughts. I retrieved a drink from the refrigerator and returned to the recliner, attempting to force the inappropriate thoughts from my mind. Soon I was again engrossed in a tale of medieval magic and might, my friend's manuscript providing vivid details of an attack on a well-fortified castle. Hearing the back door loudly creaking open snapped my mind back to the present, and the door stayed open too long for a single person to be entering the house, so I was not surprised when I saw all three young women enter the living room, my Diane in the lead. What did surprise me, however, was that they all came to me at once, Hanna and Natasha flanking the recliner and each kissing a cheek while my daughter straddled my legs, kneeling on the recliner and leaning toward me... "Wha-" That was all I could say before my daughter was kissing my lips. The last time she had done that, she had been eight years old - if that. Hers was not an eight-year-old's kiss. Mine was not a father's reaction. The kiss lingered, deepened, and I felt more than just two hands touching me. A trio of bikini-clad women was arousing me in a way I had never imagined ever happening to me, and yet it was. ...and my own daughter was the ringleader. Part of me was distressed by this unusual affection from my daughter and from the two other young women I had known for a long time, but a growing part of me relished this attention. I was becoming heady in the knowledge that these three women who were all roughly half my age found something so alluring in me that they simply had to touch me and kiss me. ...and unbutton and unzip my shorts. Feeling someone else other than a doctor touching my manhood, especially given that I was very much erect, sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire being. I found myself reaching to Hanna and Natasha as they both fingered my length once it was withdrawn from the confining clothes. For her part, Diane had unfortunately backed away, giving her closest friends plenty of room for pleasuring me, and not just with their hands. Hanna was the first to dip her head. The seal of her lips was perfect. The bobbing of her head was wonderful. The feel of her mouth was exquisite. The brushing of her tongue was divine. As my eyes clouded over with lust, I watched my precious Diane as she sat on the sofa with a hand down the front of her thong. There was no mistaking what she was doing, her eyes darting back and forth from her friends to my face. "Daddy..." My daughter was definitely a woman, as were her longtime friends sharing my bulbous tip. While one of them was sucking and stroking me for a few moments, the other would be touching me, looking into my eyes intently. My daughter watched it all as she masturbated, and as she and I moaned softly, her friends continued to heighten my pleasure. It was almost surreal. Yes, I had fantasized about being involved with several women at once... when I was younger. I had never in my wildest dreams envisioned myself in this situation at my age, especially with my own daughter as one of the participants. Natasha and Hanna were both definitely good at what they were doing. Perhaps they had had some prior experience, perhaps they had been practicing with the handles of their hairbrushes, or perhaps they were just really good at guessing what would work with me - or maybe it had been so long since I had enjoyed such attention that anything would have felt really good to me. Regardless, they soon had me breathing a bit harder and making soft sounds of lust. ...and Diane was matching me perfectly, both breath and sound. "Cum, Daddy," my daughter breathed huskily. "Cum for me, please..." Together, Hanna and Natasha stroked me firmly while teasing my testicles. They had me humping their hands as they squeezed my thickness. My hands seized their heads as my throat seized upon a breath. Through gritted teeth, I groaned loudly and repeatedly as my seed rocketed from me. My lust-clouded eyes were transfixed upon my masturbating daughter as I felt her closest friends directing the streams of white to each other. That was when Diane succumbed to her own climax. Her cries were loud and beautiful, truly befitting of a stunning young woman, shocking me as a father and mesmerizing me as a man. It was the first time I had ever heard such sounds from her, and I was amazed at just how similarly she sounded to the woman who had left us both just hours after her tenth birthday party, and for a moment - perhaps just the space of a heartbeat - I could have sworn that it was Kristy masturbating on the sofa and looking at me with admiration and love in her eyes. I blinked, and it was indeed Diane on the sofa, slowly withdrawing her hand, her fingers glistening as she breathed hard, her nipples straining against her bikini bra as her chest heaved, her forehead glistening slightly with sweat despite the relatively cool temperature in the house. That vision was almost too much for me, and I look down instead at the two young women with streaked faces as they turned their attention to each other. ...and kissed. Sapphic displays have never bothered me, but I had never expected to see two women sharing a tender moment in my own home. Hanna and Natasha did not just kiss - they began to lick each other clean while I watched, fascinated, knowing that I would never witness anything like this ever again. As I watched her friends adoring each other, Diane finally rose from the sofa and approached the side of the recliner, her fingers still wet as they graced my cheek. She turned my head toward her as she bent down, and we kissed again. This kiss was entirely unlike anything a father and his daughter should ever share. We were still kissing even long after Hanna and Natasha had finished licking each other clean. When I finally opened my eyes again and rested my head against my standing daughter's chest, I looked down to find the duo cuddling on the floor, each of them with an eye on their longtime friend cradling her father's head to her chest. For me, it was a very awkward moment. Three women roughly half my age had just been sexual with me. I knew that Natasha's father and Hanna's parents would kill them both if they knew what had just taken place here, even though everyone currently in the house was definitely old enough to legally consent. If I was not one of the participants and I knew that Diane had done something like this, I would have been livid. ...yet I could not even be livid with myself. My soul was in limbo. My heart was torn, for I loved Diane as a daughter, and this experience had raised the potential for something else: Perhaps I also loved Diane as a woman. "We just want you to be happy, Daddy," Diane whispered as she stroked my hair. "I want to make sure you're happy. You've made sure all this time that I've had everything I needed and much of what I wanted, and now I want to do the same for you, and Natasha and Hanna want to help me with that." The nest may have been devoid of children, but it was definitely full of adults. Fall Break could not come soon enough..... Empty Nest On the surface the two couples seemed to be too different to have much in common; but, as they say, looks can be deceiving. Darren and Jane on one hand were the quintessential urban family couple. Expressive, vocal, involved, engaged -- the best way to describe them both was "Larger than Life". They coached, managed and volunteered countless hours over the years with the kids' sports. They were tireless fundraisers for charities and good-causes all over the place. Always busy, always doing, always larger than life. Rob and Barb, on the other hand were much, much quieter. They kept to themselves, didn't makes waves, were great sports parents but preferred to keep in the background and keep their family matters more private. They were great people, just not "out there" like their good friends. The only thing that these two couples really had in common was their kids -- the younger ones to be exact. Both couples had older sons that had completely different interests, but the girls, Catherine and Amy, met on the soccer pitch and started a friendship that spilled over to hockey and brought these two very different families together. As the girls grew up the two families had a great, comfortable relationship; never spending too much time together, but meeting up regularly to trade war stories as the girls hockey paths went in different directions. Darren and Jane appreciated the calm counsel and away-from-the-rat-race quiet that an evening with their friends brought while Rob and Barb loved to live vicariously through the couple that always seemed to be doing something. But..change was in the air. The two boys had been away at school for a couple of years, but Catherine and Amy had just left home to go off to university -- both on hockey scholarships and at two rival schools about two hours apart and about 4 hours from home. While both couples figured that their kids would come home to live for a while after university (don't they all!), the four parents were all, at least temporarily, empty nesters. It was a beautiful, late summer day and the two couples had finally re-connected after the frenzied period of getting kids off to college and coming to terms with the fact that they had to let go and couldn't be there to help. Once the four of them (the moms especially) had worked through their anxiety and supposed loss of "purpose", they all realized that they could finally become more couple-centred and hedonistic and the possibilities seemed endless. As they sat around in Darren and Jane's kitchen preparing dinner they traded stories about how their lives had changed already. "I have so much more room in my basement now that all that hockey equipment is gone -- AND it smells wayyy better!" was Jane's observation. "Yeah, and it seems so weird to not run into the house, stuff a sandwich down my throat and run right back out to a game or practice", said Barb. "How bout you Darren? What's the thing you notice the most?" "You'll just laugh when I tell you." "No we won't, I promise! Well, maybe not!" "Well, I appreciate not having to constantly walk around with a towel on after I shower! Once I dry off, if I want to go to the fridge to get something or read the paper -- whatever, I can do it!" was Darren's response. "Don't get me wrong, I'm no nudist, but it's nice not having to have doors closed, peak around corners when you have to get a towel or put bloody underwear on just to go to bed!" "I hear you buddy", Rob replied, "It's going to be nice not to have to hear DAAAAD! Gross! All the time" "You two are pigs; loveable, wonderful pigs, but pigs nonetheless", said Barb, "but I agree, having no kids in the house is taking me a while to process, but I really think I'm going to enjoy it!" The two couples enjoyed a great meal, catching up as only good friends can, with that pleasant familiarity that makes it seem like they had just seen each other the day before. They talked about how the girls were doing, how the boys were doing and started making plans to travel together when the two girls would face each other for the first time as hockey opponents. After dinner and more wine than any of them would normally drink ("Why the hell not -- after all I don't have to get up to take anyone to the rink tomorrow!') they all repaired to the backyard hot tub after changing into their suits. It was a perfect night; warm with just a hint of breeze, the air fragrant with the last of the summer roses, a clear, star-filled sky, no bugs to "bug" them and the serenity that comes with knowing that there's nothing pressing that demands your attention. "Mmmmm, these bubbles always feel sooo good", Barb sighed, "besides seeing you guys, this is always the best part of coming to visit!" "I know, doesn't it just make the stress float away and put you in such a different frame of mind"? Jane asked. "I'll bet you two have done a lot more than "relax" in here when it's just the two of you!" challenged Rob. Laughing, Darren replied, "Well, it's been known to happen, but with all the "enquiring minds" around, not nearly as often as I would have liked! Maybe now that it's just the two of us, my stunning wife will be more...ahh...available!" "You wish loverboy!" Jane teased and leaned over and gave him a kiss that was more than perfunctory, but less than sexual. Still, it wasn't far off from sexual and between the new found sense of freedom, the wine and the perfect night, Darren found himself a little less than "relaxed" in one part of his anatomy. He was happy that he was seated in the tub and that the bubbles and his loose suit were there to prevent an embarrassing moment. What he didn't know was that, from the minute they had entered the tub, Jane had sat in her "favourite place" where the jets hit her "just so" even through her modest one piece bathing suit and she was getting pretty darn horny! Darren chuckled, "Yeah, I do wish! But if you give me many more kisses like that one, the wishing will be over and the doing something about it will start!" He looked over at his very bemused friends and gave them an exaggerated wink. "Promises, Promises" was Jane's come back and she moved over closer to her husband put her arm around him and gave him another kiss, this one more intimate with just a hint of her tongue. Neither Rob nor Barb knew exactly what to make of this, so they just sat there with a kind of amused, surprised expression. This wasn't like Jane; while outgoing and expressive, she was also very much a lady and was always very aware of people's perceptions of her and her family. Barb thought that she must be just fooling around and that the wine was going to her head a bit. For her part, Jane was also wondering what had gotten into her. While never shying away from a ribald joke or the teasing passes some of the hockey dads would throw her way, she was really pretty private when it came to intimacy. This behaviour was very unlike her. She was all about hugs and pecks on the cheek in public, but would never even let Darren grab her ass if someone could see them. She wondered to herself if it was the wine, the company and the bubbles, but came to realize that her newfound sense of freedom was finally expressing itself. Darren was, quite honestly, shocked by his wife's actions. Here was this wonderful, warm, sexy woman who was very private about their private life getting very "not-private" in front of other people, albeit good friends. He knew better than to push it for fear of her wrath when Rob and Barb left for the evening and was quite content to look forward to a very hot session later that night. However, when Jane quite blatantly reached under the water and started rubbing his now very hard cock, the logic centre in his brain shut down and the logic centre in his OTHER brain took over. After quickly coming to the conclusion that he could defend himself to her later by saying the she started it, Darren leaned over, grabbed his wife's head and turned it to face him and roughly kissed her and forced his tongue into his mouth. He was half-expecting Jane to bite down on his tongue and push him away but was pleasantly surprised when she not only returned the kiss with an equal amount of fervour but also swung around and straddled his lap, pinning him to his seat. Rob and Barb were, to say the least, completely blown away by the scene that was unfolding before them. Neither couple had ever done anything like that in each other's company -- not even close. New Year's Eve parties brought a boozy, affectionate kiss from each other's partners, as did birthday parties and anniversaries. There was rarely even as much as a joking pass made by any of them, such was the amount of respect they had for each other's privacy. There was no drunken skinny-dipping, no male-initiated "let's play strip poker" comments or even any private discussions between the two girls or between the two guys. So, as Darren and Jane continued to venture further and further over "the line", Rob and Barb both realized together that perhaps their friends were looking for some privacy. So, Rob stood up, hoping no-one would notice his stiffening cock, took Barb by the hand and quietly led her to the house where they could dry off and go home and leave their friends to have a fucking good time! By now, both Darren and Jane were too much under their pheromone-driven spell to care. It only vaguely registered on either of them that the water was being sloshed around in the tub as Rob and Barb exited. Darren was busy squeezing Jane's ass and Jane was equally busy with her hand inside Darren's swim trunks, making her husband growl with desire. Along with their outgoing, gregarious personalities, their "Larger than Life" persona as a couple extended to their physical makeup. Darren was an elite athlete in his youth, playing hockey and football and carrying the broad, barrel chest, wide shoulders and powerful legs that all athletes do. Now, approaching 50, he worked out as often as he could to keep broad and wide from becoming thick and fat. Despite a few pounds around his middle, he was still a powerful, intimidating presence. Jane was no different; after all they met in college, both athletes. Jane's sports were hockey, of course, as well as field lacrosse. She worked out with Darren when she could and it wouldn't be a stretch to think of her as a typical MILF -- big juicy ass, large breasts with just a bit of sag and, like Darren, just a couple of extra inches around her waist. Also like Darren, she was tall and intimidating and perfectly matched the description given to her by Darren's college roommate -- "She's a fucking Amazon!" Lost in the pleasure, Jane reached down and dragged Darren's swimsuit off. It took every last ounce of discretion for Darren to not rip Jane's suit right from her body, but instead almost frantically helped her get naked. He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her onto the top of the tub and was just about to bury his face in her neatly trimmed snatch when she stopped him. "Jesus honey, I am so horny right now, but can we go inside, it's just a wee bit cool to really enjoy out here", Jane said. "Fine by me," Darren replied and lifted his large frame from the tub, helped his wife get out and fairly started dragging her toward the house. "Hey, what happened to Rob and Jane do you think?" "Oh god, I'd almost forgotten about them; I'm going to have to phone and apologize tomorrow, that must have freaked them right out! They must have gone into the house, dress....." As Jane entered the house she stopped in mid-sentence because just ahead of them, on their living room floor, was Barb on all fours with her butt in the air, with Rob behind her, with his cock buried in her pussy! When Rob realized they had an audience, he stopped in mid-stroke. Jane froze, Darren froze, Rob froze, Barb froze; time stood still. The four looked from face to face to face to face. Darren noticed that Barb's face was an odd combination of lust and mortification, but he soon figured out which emotion was the overwhelming one, as she slowly, tentatively started to rock back onto Rob's cock, silently urging him to continue and just as slowly and just as tentatively Rob started sawing back into his wife. This was pretty much sensory overload for Darren, who was wild with lust even before seeing his best friends "in flagrante dilecto." He tugged on Jane's hand and was quickly dragging her past Rob and Jane to their bedroom when he had a thought. He stopped, put his hands on Jane's shoulders and gently pushed her to the carpet beside Barb. Jane put up a cursory protest but knew that she had long ago crossed any line she formerly had and wantonly spread her legs so her husband could take her. Darren was not to be denied and he sunk to the floor behind his wife, beside his good friend and lined up his raging cock next to Jane's dripping pussy. After rubbing her pussy lips with his cock he set just the head inside her, grabbed her hips and with a snarl simultaneously gunned his hips forward while viciously pulling Jane's hips backward, completely impaling her. "Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" was all Jane could muster as her husband fucked her like a mad demon, their bodies lewdly smacking together on each of Darren's forceful thrusts. Two feet over, things were going just fucking great as well! After getting over the initial shock of getting caught, Barb gave into the pleasure and figured "in for a penny, in for a pound." In the state she was in, she wasn't about to stop and wanted, no, needed Rob's cock inside her. The one tiny piece of modestly she allowed herself was to turn her face away from the scene playing out to her right and just let herself enjoy the pleasure of Rob's beautiful cock. Her moans and cries filled the room as her husband just plain fucked her! It had certainly been a night of firsts. In all of Darren's varsity athletics days he had never had sex with others in the room; since he and Jane had been married, the closest thing he got to what was happening was the occasional porn movie when he had the house to himself. It couldn't possibly get any better than this..then it hit him. He slowed his mad thrusting into Jane slightly so he could silently get Rob's attention. He looked his friend in the eye, pointed at himself and then pointed at Barb; then, he pointed at Rob and pointed down to Jane; smiled devilishly and nodded. Rob's eyes bulged and a thousand thoughts bolted through his head at once. He couldn't believe that Barb was letting him do this in front of their friends and couldn't imagine her not freaking out at the thought of swapping partners. Still, he was a regular guy and couldn't deny that the thought of watching his wife with another man, while he fucked that other man's wife was something that had never crossed his mind. He just never thought it would be Darren and Jane and never thought it would really happen. He had to admit though that he had often fantasized about fucking Jane and this would be, he was quite sure, his only chance. All the while, Jane's evolved brain and primitive brain were waging a battle of wills. She had NEVER done anything like this, had honestly never even given it a thought, but the sheer pleasure of having Darren fucking her, no POUNDING her, while their friends were doing the same thing right beside them had her base human instinct winning out. She was so consumed in lust she was barely coherent, only able to emit grunts and gasps each time Darren drove his cock home into her dripping snatch, her tits swinging wildly as they fucked. However, she did notice right away when Darren pulled his cock from her, thinking that he was probably pulling out so he didn't cum too quickly. She closed her eyes and took a breath, eagerly anticipating the re-entry of the cock that was giving her such bliss. What re-entered her however, was something entirely different. Her eyes popped open widely and she quickly turned back to see what Darren had thrust into her, thinking that it must be a fucking baseball bat! She was shocked therefore to see the smiling face of her dear friend Rob who was attached to a cock that was noticeably bigger than even her husband's oversized fuckstick! This, she would have never guessed in a hundred years would be true. Rob, their wonderful friend, but their slight, slim, quiet, almost nerdy friend was also their HUNG friend. Now she was way too far gone to care and just gave into the pleasure and having this big, fat cock inside her. Barb thought the same thing as Jane when her husband pulled out of her. "No wonder he's close," she thought, "this is about as hot of a scene as you could imagine." But when Darren's slightly smaller, but still beautiful cock entered her, just as Rob slid into Jane, she freaked. It was one thing to fuck in front of your friends, it was completely another to fuck your friends. Immediately she started protesting, "No, no, this isn't right," and tried to move away from Darren. It was really no contest. It was a combination of a few factors that got Barb past her fears. First, her tiny, 5'4" slender frame was no match for the comparatively hulking Darren. Second, Darren's lust had taken him to a whole difference place and he wasn't going to be denied. Third, she looked over briefly at Jane and saw a look of pure bliss on her face and fourth, Darren had the most wonderful set of low-hanging balls that were banging into her clit on each thrust and those, combined with the fact that he was fucking her harder than her husband had ever dreamed of, put her over the edge and made her a slave to the pleasure. "Ohhhh fuck, ohhhh fuck," was all Barb could muster as Darren mercilessly pounded into her. Like before, she feebly attempted some modicum of modesty by turning her face, which was flat to the floor, away from the scene that was being played out beside her. Darren would have none that. This was primal, this was instinctive and nothing to be denied. Barb would not be allowed to separate herself from what she was doing so Darren completely impaled himself inside her reached around her hips and easily picked her up and manoeuvred them so they were more facing the other two and went back to fucking his friend. Then, to heighten the experience, he got up from his knees, squatted over Barb, reached down and turned her head to directly face his wife and her husband. As he re-inserted his turgid cock into this new pussy, he leaned forward and put his huge hand on Barb's head, preventing her from looking away. "Now, watch your husband fucking my wife as I fuck you!" he hissed as he went back to pounding into Barb. In contrast to Darren's animalistic rutting with Barb, Rob was much less forceful with Jane -- but it didn't matter. Despite Darren's more-than-average cock, Rob was hitting places inside Jane that had never been hit before, and her pussy seemed stretched beyond anything she could have imagined possible. Every one of Rob's senses was in overdrive. The visual feast before his eyes was overwhelming: his wife being brutally fucked by his friend with him looking down on that big, juicy ass that he had long admired. The sounds of their fucking was like any porn movie you could rent: assorted "Oh my gods," gasps, moans, groans and the wonderful slapping of thighs meeting thighs and tits wildly slapping together. The room was starting to fill with that intoxicating, pheromone-addled aroma of SEX. Pussy juice and sweat were mixing to make even the best bouquet of roses seem rancid by comparison. And touch....well...fuck yeah, he was touching her! In all the best places. His cock was loving this strange pussy. So tight, yet sooo happily receiving him. His hands were all over Jane's back and ass. She was his height, probably even outweighed him or close to it, yet, somehow, she was so feminine, so desirable. To finish off his sensory journey, he looked down and saw a fine sheen of sweat forming on Jane's back and leaned down and ran his tongue along her spine, sweeping up the sweet nectar and sending shivers through his lover. Empty Nest This was all that Jane needed -- the thundering orgasm that had been building up would no longer be denied. "Oh, my fucking GOD!!!!!!!!" she screamed as Rob's cock sent her plunging over the edge and her whole body shook in release. This orgasm was one for the ages. While not being fucked particularly hard like she enjoyed, the combination of Rob's fat cock and the unbelievable scenario had Jane gasping for air, moaning uncontrollably and had her pussy going wild spasming around its pleasure-giving invader. She summoned all of her strength and forced herself backwards, trying to get every single millimetre of meat inside her as she came. Her reward was Rob's final thrust into her and the feeling of his cock impossibly swelling as his cum exploded from his balls and completely painted the inside of her pussy. Both of their orgasms went on and on with the two of them grinding into one another in an effort to wring every last modicum of pleasure from their coupling. Watching all of this wanton fucking unfold, Barb and Darren were doing just fine. They too were approaching the Orgasm Avenue exit on the Fuck Freeway and could hardly wait to get there. Barb had NEVER been fucked this hard before; Darren was, for lack of a better term, punishing her pussy; every thrust bringing a lustful gasp from his lover. Darren, upon seeing his wife in the throes of a jaw-slacking orgasm couldn't hold out a second longer. With one final, thunderous thrust he impaled Barb on his cock and released a geyser of cum into her. This final thrust was also accompanied by one last slap of his balls against Barb's distended clit and sent her to her own toe-curling, screaming orgasm. In the next 30 seconds or so, the breathing among the foursome started to return to normal, but the lust level remained on Def Con 1! Darren was the first to have any kind of rational thought -- if you could call it that. He simply came down from the "cum high" first and the first thought that came to his mind was that he had to act fast before everyone would come to their senses and the fun would end. His cock was still like a stone and he wasn't done with Barb just yet. Thinking quickly, he bent down, easily scooped her up like she was a feather (with his strength, she basically was) and strode off down the hallway to the spare bedroom to have another go. Almost tossing her on the bed, he was at her in a flash -- he knew he had to get her back "into" fucking before her rational mind took over. He was worrying for nothing. Barb was definitely ready and definitely willing to keep going. In a remote, far-off place in her brain she knew that this was wrong, but right here, right now, she needed MORE -- and she would deal with the fallout later. Back in the living room, Rob was crazy with lust -- this had been easily the wildest thing he had ever experienced sexually and he didn't want it to end. However, the ever thoughtful, ever considerate Rob didn't want to take advantage and hesitated if only for a second. Jane on the other hand, was anything but hesitant. She turned around, pushed Rob to the carpet, straddled him and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I need some more of this big, fat cock!" as she closed her eyes and savoured every single inch as she impaled herself. It had been years since she had had an uncut cock and never one this big. She swore she could feel the head sheathing and unsheathing inside her as she rode it. Rob was in heaven as this voluptuous woman and her magic pussy was sending him to new heights of bliss. Such bliss that for the moment he almost forgot about his wife and what was happening to her. What WAS happening to Barb, at that moment was that Darren was tormenting her. After tossing her on the bed, he dragged her to the edge where he threw her legs over his powerful shoulders and initially rubbed all around her pussy with his cock, but had now pushed into her and was slowing sawing in and out of her. This was pleasant, but similar to what she was used to. What she wanted was to be taken, to be used for pleasure. She couldn't remember a time when she felt more feminine than she had back in the living room with Darren pounding into her like an animal. She looked up at her lover and said, "Please Darren, fuck me as hard as you did before -- please -- just take me -- use me!" Darren had the vague notion that if you could bottle words and put them into pill form, those last words from Barb would be the greatest aphrodisiac known to man. He fairly growled at her, "Well then my beautiful slut, get ready cause I'm going to fuck you so you will be sore for a month!" He wanted to take her in this manner, with Barb on her back because he wanted to touch and taste her amazing tits -- which were pretty oversized for such a small girl. Just before he started his all-out assault, he allowed himself a brief moment to bend down and ravish her tits. First, flattening his tongue out, he gave them a complete tongue bath and then went for her nipples, on which, he was quite sure, he could hang his laundry. They stuck out, long and impossibly hard from the firm globes and Darren couldn't resist the temptation. After taking them into his mouth, he sucked hard on each one, bringing appreciative gasps from Barb. Then, insane with lust, he bit down hard (almost too hard) and this caused Barb to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Enough you bastard -- FUCK ME -- now!" she hissed at him. Darren was happy to oblige. He reached down and took hold of those big tits to give him additional leverage and started to pound his cock mercilessly into Barb's willing pussy. To up the ante, he squeezed those tits of hers and reached up with his thumbs and timed each bottoming-out thrust into her with a rough flicking of each nipple. This was almost more than Barb could handle. Her head was thrashing back and forth on the bed and through her gasps could only muster the occasional "Oh god" or "Yes, yes, yes!" or "Harder, please, Harder." A similar scene was unfolding in the living as Rob and Jane has settled into a comfortable, steady pounding. They had alternately fucked with Jane on top, with Jane on her side as Rob pounded into her from behind and were now back with Jane squatting over Rob as he "fucked up" into the pussy that was giving him such exquisite pleasure. All the squats Jane had done over the years were now paying off as she could hold this position for a long time and experience the fattest cock she had ever had plunging into her. As another orgasm approached she closed her eyes in complete concentration and hissed at Rob through gritted teeth, "Yes, yes, yes, right there, right there, right there, keep going, keep going, yes, yes, YESSSSSSS!" As her orgasm washed over her, her pussy flooded and ran down Rob's cock and completely coating her nether region in sweet, tangy lubrication. She looked down at Rob through lust-crazed eyes and he barely recognized her. Her hair was strewn all over her face, she was covered in sweat and where they were joined was awash in pussy juice. And then he heard her say something he couldn't believe... "I want you in my ass." "What, ahhh, I mean, are you sure?" Rob said incredulously. "You heard me, you fucker," now don't move -- I have to see if I can do this." With all of the cum that Rob had dumped in her the first time combined with all of the juice her pussy had expelled, lubrication was not going to be a problem. Getting a cock like this inside her ass however, could be, but Jane had to try -- it was her competitive, don't tell me what I can't do nature. She once again straddled Rob, grabbed his fat cock and lowered herself till it was up against her asshole. She and Darren enjoyed anal sex fairly often and she knew the drill. Relax, realize the initial pain would go away quickly and be patient and you would be greatly rewarded. This was a different deal altogether. When the plum-sized head started to spread her open she gasped in pain and stopped. She tried again and couldn't relax enough. Rob looked up at her and in a concerned voice said, "Jane, you don't have to do this -- I understand." "Shut up!" was hissed back at him almost instantaneously and almost just to spite Rob, threw all caution aside and immediately sank down on his cock, filling her ass with almost half of it in one motion. As Rob's cock breached the tight muscle of her anus and popped into her, Jane let out an ungodly scream and even had to admit later that it hadn't been her greatest idea, but like always "no-one tells me that I can't do something!" It took the pain a good minute or two to subside, but when it did, Jane was left with an almost impossible to comprehend feeling of fullness. She eventually started to tentatively slide slowly up and down Rob's fat cock and was determined to not stop until he was completely inside of her. When Rob felt his wiry pubic hair nestled into the crack of Jane's big beautiful butt, he knew he was in a place he had never been before and would probably never be again. Darren too, had designs on anal sex at the same moment. Little did he know that Barb was of the same mind. Per Barb's wishes, Darren was almost violently fucking her. Sweat was dripping off of his chin as he pounded her pussy into a frothy mess. He was sure that her tits would be bruised but he was sooo into fucking her he really didn't care at the moment. He was trying to determine if her submissiveness would extend to her ass when he heard the most amazing words, delivered to him by Barb one word at a time, timed to his relentless bottoming-out thrusts into her pussy. "Darren...please...will...you...fuck...me...in...the...ass!" "What? Say that again?' he replied. "Please....I...need...you...to...completely...take...me...OH God...I...want ...you...to fuck...my...ass." "If I do, it will be just like I'm fucking your pussy -- no mercy, no stopping -- are you prepared for that? Darren asked, his one and only concession to her feelings. "Yes...for...fuck...sakes...don't...ask...me...again...FUCK ME...Dammit!!" "Don't you fucking dare move," Darren commanded and ran into his bedroom to retrieve the tube of lube that he and Jane used when they enjoyed this type of fun. He was squirting a big blob onto his rock-hard cock even as he came back into the guest room and roughly slathered some in and around Barb's waiting rosebud. He slid a pillow under her back to give him a better angle and pressed his cockhead against Barb's quivering asshole. It took everything in him not to impale her, but he knew from fucking Jane this way, that if you start anal sex right, it goes right; if you are too forceful you just end up with a mad, hurting wife and a big old set of blue balls. The lube did its job and after some initial resistance the head popped past Barb's sphincter and he sank most of his cock into her ass. While giving her muscle time to relax, he said to Barb, "Do you like it in the ass?" Barb replied, "Sometimes, but Rob's almost too big down there to enjoy. Your cock is perfect. The only thing I can't understand is why you are hesitating. I said I wanted you to fuck my ass -- why aren't you?" This was all that Darren needed. He started by slowly, relentlessly pushing full length into Barb, bringing an appreciative gasp from her. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he grabbed onto his favourite handles and said, "You are going to know that your ass has been fucked very soon." A devilish smile crossed Barb's face as she said, "Prove it you bastard." She was about to say more, but her breath was taken away by Darren's first merciless thrust into her coupled with a nearly painful squeezing of her tortured tits. Very little was said after that, as Darren set to work fucking this woman that simply wanted cock. All that was heard from the room for a long time were three things: the sound of bodies slapping lewdly together, Darren's grunts as attended to Barb's willing sodomizing and Barb's occasional gasps as the pleasure built up in her loins. All of this debauchery was causing Barb to feel the beginnings of an orgasm of biblical proportions. It started in her extremities -- her toes and fingers began to tingle with pins and needles. Onward it worked up her arms and legs, down her torso and towards her pussy and ass. It was as if her body was shutting down everything it didn't need in order to concentrate all sensations in her genitals. Gone now was the flailing of her head and the thrashing of her arms. It was now replaced by a calm focus of reaching the complete height of pleasure. She seemed "there" but just couldn't find the spark to throw her over the top until Darren struck the match....and reached down and pinched her lewdly swollen clit. The floodgates opened. Barb's pussy and ass went into full, uncontrolled spasm. Darren had the vague notion that she was having some sort of seizure -- her mouth open in a silent scream, barely breathing and whole body shaking uncontrollably -- but he was so totally into his own pleasure that he really didn't care. All he knew was that Barb's ass had gone into such as orgasmic fit that it felt like it was milking his cock -- and in the end it really was. Seeing his lover in such rapture sent him to his own release and he let out an ungodly roar and emptied what, he was sure, was 15 spurts of cum into Barb's ass. He couldn't stop cumming and he was glad for it. As the last vestiges of his ejaculation faded away he could no longer support himself and collapsed on top of Barb, totally and utterly spent. Rob and Jane's ass-fucking session was hurtling towards its inevitable end as well. Eventually, they shifted places till Jane was happily on all fours again with Rob behind her, totally amazed at what he was seeing below him -- his cock, his big, fat cock totally buried in a woman's ass. Jane's asshole was stretched obscenely as Rob buggered her and all of this was leading him to the rusty tingle he always felt behind his balls when he was close to cumming. "Jane," he gasped between thrusts, "I'm getting close." "Wait, not yet, not yet -- I'm soooo fucking close," Jane pleaded as she reached between her legs and furiously strummed at her clit. In an effort to ward off his climax Rob chanced pulling out of Jane's ass, if only for a moment -- big mistake! The site of Jane's asshole, widely gaped open as a result of its foreign invader was simply too much for Rob's overheated balls to endure. But, instead of slamming back into Jane's ass he grabbed his oversized cock, aimed it at her asshole and in three quick strokes was filling that gaping hole up with what seemed like a gallon of cum. Massive amounts of jism splashed into Jane's ass and feeling it enter her in such a nasty way, combined with her own work on her clit pushed her over the edge and she collapsed flat on the carpet legs quivering in release, with Rob, collapsed on top of her, his cock nestled between her ass-cheeks. Darren's breathing and heart rate had finally slowed down enough that he was able to function again. He looked up at Barb, who also seemed to be slowly recovering. "Maybe we should go see what's going on in the living room -- I heard some loud noises earlier but it's quiet now." Barb nodded in agreement and just as they exited the bedroom into the hallway, they nearly bumped into Rob and Jane who were coming to check on them. When the two couples came face to face, the evening's events all flooded back to each of them and there were four immediate instances of complete panic. For the second time that evening Jane froze, Darren froze, Rob froze and Barb froze. However, Darren took a quick stock of their assorted body language. No clenched jaws, no fingers being balled into a fist, no furrowed brows of worry, no eyes welling up with tears -- it just seemed like they were all trying to figure out what each other was thinking and feeling. Darren would later compare it to the first minutes after your car spins out of control and ends up in the ditch. No-one moves, but everyone takes stock of everyone else -- no broken bones, no cuts, no bruises -- everyone is ok. The first to betray any kind of emotion was Rob -- and it wasn't much. A small, sheepish grin started to work its way across his face, but that was all that was needed for the group to know that, while it was maybe not ok, it was "ok." Jane was the first to speak. "OH....MY.....GOD!!!!!!!" was all she could get out before the other three burst into laughter. "Did we just do that?" she exclaimed. They all looked at each other and realized that they were all a sweaty, smelly bunch. Darren, realizing that he might need to do some damage control said, "Guys, I don't know about you, but I really need to take a shower. He nodded to Rob and Barb and said, "There are plenty of towels in the closet right here and you can use the main bathroom." He took Jane by the hand and let her to the master bedroom and their ensuite. Without talking, he started up the shower and pulled Jane in with him. Looking at her and able to talk privately to her he said apprehensively, "Are you ok?" "Well," Jane replied, "I have a mighty sore ass and I'm pretty sure I won't be able to walk normally for a few days, but other than that I'm doing fine." "A sore ass? Don't tell me you took that big thing in your ass!" Darren said incredulously. Jane chuckled, "Hey, you know me and a challenge. I almost couldn't do it, but I wasn't going to give in. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so damn competitive!" "But honey, you know I didn't mean are you ok physically -- hell -- you were a mess when I first saw you -- hair all over the place and cum dripping down your leg. I really meant, are you ok with what happened? I'm really scared that this is going to mess us up and I don't want that. You are the most import..." Jane stopped him with a loving, affectionate and intimate kiss. "Darren, you are the only one for me. I can't believe what I just did, but I refuse to regret it. Rob and Barb are our dearest friends and although it's completely against my nature, if we were ever going to do something like this, I'm so glad it was with them. Honey, I'm fine. Honestly, I'm fine. If I wasn't so unfuckingbelievably sore right now, I'd show you how much I love you, but I can't imagine having another thing inside me right now. Darren laughed out loud, "Don't worry -- Mr. Happy here is definitely too pooped to play anyway. I just need you to know how much I love you and that honestly, this changes nothing about the way I feel about you." "I know baby, I know; now, lets get out and dry off and talk to Rob and Barb and make sure that they are ok too." Ten minutes later four sore, satiated and thoroughly relaxed adults were sitting in robes around the kitchen table, drinking coffee. Back in place was much of the respectful distance they had always enjoyed, but it had changed -- and changed forever. "Jane," Barb said, "Thank you for being so brave and starting this." Jane replied, "I honestly can say it wasn't my plan, at least not consciously. Maybe somewhere in this crazy mind of mine I wanted to, but it wasn't something I ever really thought about." "Well," said Barb, "whatever your motivation, I can tell you I have absolutely no regrets. Rob is the love of my life and always will be. Baby, you are the best lover I've ever had, but I have to say, being absolutely taken by Darren, giving myself totally to him, was something I'll never forget." "Seems like we all were able to experience something new tonight," opined Rob. Darren, however, was still concerned. "Hey guys, I know we all had fun and this is a night I will always remember, but is this going to hurt our friendship? I mean, it would kill me if this whole thing got between us all." Barb set his mind at ease, "Darren honey, our friendship is wayyy too strong to let a wonderful night like this effect it. It's a great memory, something that we will always have. Do I want a repeat? Do I want to make this a regular thing? I honestly don't know. What I loved about this is that it wasn't planned -- it was completely spontaneous. I don't think I could be in one of those "lifestyle" relationships where it was common and expected. I do know that if the mood was right next week, next month, next year, next whenever I wouldn't say no, but you don't have to worry that I'm going to walk into your house and make a pass at you. I would expect the same from you and I would expect that you guys feel the same way," nodding at Jane and Rob. Empty Nest After the other two agreed with Barb, Darren started to relax. He also realized that he had just spent the most memorable evening of his sexual life with the woman he loved more than anything else in the world and was able to share it with two people that meant the world to him. No-one got hurt, no lives were ruined and everyone had a great time. He smiled both inwardly and outwardly and wondered just what might happen when the four of them made the road trip to see their daughters play hockey in a month's time... Empty Nest Cumback This incident actually happened a couple of years ago in Houston, Texas. It totally changed my life. Janis and I had been married over 30 years, raised three children and enjoyed a sizzling but opportunistic sex life. Now empty nesters we figured sex any time, any place! Wrong, being totally free met less thrill, less chance taking and more routine lovemaking. We went from twice a week to maybe twice a month and it was very mechanical. Janis is well built (36D cup), with an alluring little tummy bulge, long blonde hair, and has the chemistry guys like (as others have told me). I was getting hornier each day- wanting to return to our earlier wild fucking, getting a good blow job, and eating her always tasty pussy. One night we were out for some Mexican food and margaritas. After a few to many I made my move. Now you've got to understand. Janis is a very conservative, loyal, and very straight laced wife. Looking directly into her eyes I quietly said "let's exchange fantasies." She looked off guard but the drinks worked and belatedly agreed. We both wrote one down on paper. Janice went first saying she would like to be 25 years younger, with her tits not beginning to sag a little and no bulging tummy. I then purposely hesitated until she prodded me into revealing mine. I started with a question. "Are you sure you want to know my inner thoughts?" A quizzical look came over her face, she pondered briefly then nodded yes. Drinks working again. Janis was loosening up. So far so good. "Well, I'd like us to make passionate love right after you fucked another man." "There is nothing more erotic then savoring and exploring the woman you know loves you who has just fucked another man." Total silence, then she said "we need to go home, it was getting late." All the way Janis was silent and avoided eye contact. Oh well, win some, lose some. In our bedroom she slowly undressed down to her pink bikini panties and see through bra. What was she doing? Teasing me and showing how our love making can still be good one on one? Janis began "I find your fantasy intriguing but not very practical." "What other man could we possibly find who would be discrete, is clean, and turns me on?" I could not believe what I was hearing from this saint like woman. She is actually considering my fantasy. Then it came to me. "Honey you work with a bunch of visiting scientist from all over the world who are here for months." "They are also here without their women and must get lonely. Any of them turn you on?" After much thought she smiled and casually mentioned Ted from England. "He's in his 30s, married, obviously missing his wife, sexy, and likes to flirt." "The best part is he's returning to England in a week, his lease is running out and he needs a place to stay for a few days." By now my heart was pounding and manhood was coming alive. Janis slowly removed her bra exposing those luscious melons and pert nipples. On my knees I removed her now damp panties revealing her promised land. "Are you sure you want to share this with another man" she said as she wantonly open her thighs for a great view. "Oh baby, what a turn on. This can improve our sex like it was when first married." "We both need to get out of this current boring rut. Let me show you just what the thought of this does to me." An animal like love making session followed. At noon Janis called to say Ted was happy and appreciative to spend his last few days in the states with us. The first night of his short stay we all sat around and watched some TV plus had a couple of drinks. When Janis left the room I asked Ted if he was lonely without his wife. He definitely was and added how lucky I was to have such an attractive wife. I then told him about my fantasy. Ted took a deep breathe, smiled, and hesitantly nodded, wondering if this conversation was really happening. "Look Ted, this is a win/win/win situation." "You are lonely and attracted to Janis. Janis is very interesred in you and wants to help me full fill my fantasy and I can't think of anything more erotic." Janis reentered the room obviously feeling the effects of my home concocted "Purple Passion" drink, wearing her green silk pajamas and said she wanted some "down time" with me in our bedroom. We bade Ted goodnight. As I walked out she was about to give Ted a little peck on the cheek. In his uninhibited condition he suddenly took her in his arms and passionately entered her mouth with his tongue. Much to my surprise she responded with a tongue sucking of her own. As we walked towards our bedroom Ted mentioned that if she was a good hostess she would come up stairs and tuck him in... "You're a bad boy Teddy," she giggled and joined me in our bedroom. I told her Ted understood my fantasy and would love to "help out." With a smile and lustful look in her eyes, it was obvious she was too. Again I could not believe my straight wife was going along with this. Aren't a few drinks wonderful? "Are you absolutely sure you want Ted to fuck me," she asked. "Oh yes lover, look at my hardening cock." "Janis, are you okay with this?" She smiled approvingly. Next she slipped off her pajamas and into her silky blue thigh length robe. I wanted to take her right then but knew it would be even better after her sex with Ted. I told her to have fun up stairs but remember, when they're done she is to come straight down stairs so I can devour her freshly fucked cum soaked pussy and add my contribution. I pulled her close, leaning over to take one last whiff and taste of her already swollen pussy- the pre sex aroma was overpowering. After a passionate tongue sucking, off she went up stairs to the waiting Ted, wanting to get "tucked in." Now one thing neither she nor Teddy knew. I would be up there taking it all in through the bedroom closet with its trapdoor to the hallway. Talk about a show. Ted was holding Janis while they kissed passionately. His hands were cupping her buns and she was already groaning. He slowly undid her robe tie and feasted on her big tits and hardening nipples. His finger found her soaked pussy. Janis began to rock uncontrollably in his arms and her moaning became non stop. "Do you want me to fuck that luscious cunt of yours?" Her robe fell to the floor. "Yes, yes, please fuck me, Teddy!" She then dropped to her knees and slowly pulled down his jockey shorts revealing eight inches of throbbing hardness. She licked off the pre come and then explored his shaft with her tongue. Next she licked his balls and gingerly took each one in her mouth. My god, my ultra conservative sweetheart wife devouring this stranger. This made it even more stimulating. I had to look away or risk my load right then! They fell back on the bed with Ted on top. He could no longer control himself, positioned his cock between her widely spread legs, and rammed it into her waiting love box. He drove his body hard over and over. She responded by arching up to meet him. This went on seemingly forever until suddenly he tensed, let out a groan and flooded her pussy with his hot cum. Janis shuttered and also cried out as she totally climaxed like a virgin. They now collapsed in each others arms for about 10 minutes. Janice then purred "At you age you should be good for another round." He volunteered, "only with your help." She rolled him over on his back exposing his semi-limp cum covered manhood. Janis gently massaged his meat, then began licking the shaft, taking it in her mouth and slowly sucking his awakening cock to attention while enjoying the taste of their love juices. Ted's hands were busy guiding her head to continue the sucking oral stimulation. Suddenly Janis was straddling him and lowered her very ready pussy onto his eight inches. It was now her turn to ride him for all she's worth. The slurping noise created by her cum filled pussy banging against his hardness and stomach made it again difficult not to lose my load while just watching. Suddenly Janis sped up even more, moaning with a far out lustful look on her face. Faster , faster. "Oh Teddy I love this. Your cock is so big and hard." "I can't get enough of it. Oh, I'm coming , ahh, oh yes baby, fuck me good. Pump your big cock up my hungry pussy." Then she shuttered, cried out,and wantonly climaxed. He then stiffened and shot his 2nd load into her hot, waiting, cunt, moaning uncontrollably. They collapsed in ecstasy. Janis was physically drained but obviously still hot to go. Ted looked like he was through for the night. She lifted off his softening member, kissed him passionately, then in one final gesture, took his now soft, cum sticky penis into her mouth for a last dessert, licking his soft cock and savoring his gooey, honey cum with pleasure. I hurried down stairs and waited. Janis entered our softly lit bedroom with her rob untied exposing her thoroughly fucked pussy and large pointed and swollen tits. "Well how was it," I asked. She dreamily replied "Oh, it was so wonderful. Two parts of your fantasy have been full filled." "Yes, my, sexy lover, now for the third part." As I sat in a chair, nude, gripping my leaking, hardening manhood, she stood provacatively in front of me with legs spread and hands on hips. Janice was so close I could smell and see Ted's cum covering her well lubed slit. I slowly gripped her ass checks and pulled her pussy to my face. Taking a deep breath, the aroma was so intoxicating, I again had to fight not to lose it all. I couldn't wait to taste their love juices. This was an unforgettable moment. I stood up, kissed Janice deeply and lowered her to the bed on her back with legs spread invitingly. Slowly I licked and kissed around those fetching inner thighs avoiding her awaiting hot cum covered love hole. This tease was always a turn on for her. Now I softly blew on those pouting pussy lips. Finally I gingerly kissed her puffy sex lips as soaked pussy hairs tickled my face. My tongue then began exploring her love tunnel. I was devouring her cunt and inhaling the smell and taste of Ted's cum. Another man's cum was at first distasteful but soon became very intoxicating. Surprisingly, the more I tasted the more I liked. Janis was now moaning, rocking, and encouraging by guiding my head to the hot core of her body. Rolling over on my back, Janis immediately assumed our favorite her on top position. Janis grabbed my very hard but about to burst cock and stuffed it into her sex box. She knew I couldn't take much more so she really sped up, whacking hard against my stomach. "Oh empty your sex seed ito me" she begged. I suddenly felt the dam about to break, let out a yell, stiffened and emptied my full load into her demanding cunt. It was easy to tell it wasn't over for her as she kept grinding away on my shrinking cock without slowing down. I then did the manly thing and encouraged her to move up, sit on my face and fuck away. Her pussy worked against my open mouth and tongue. It was hard breathing but I sucked in the total load but did not swallow. The tasty love cocktail consisting of Ted's cum, my cum and Janis's love juices was something I wish I could share with others. On second thought, no I don't. Go concoct your own. Well, I did do some sharing. Laying in each others arms we kissed wantonly and shared the saved "cumtail" back and forth savoring every drop. It was a wild finale to the sexiest night of our life's. The next day Janis gained her senses back plus a pretty good hangover and was embarrassed about our last night's sexual escapades. It was obvious my purple passion drink had intoxicated Janis in more than one way. Fortunately she did not remember every detail... Ted too, never brought the subject up and two days later he flew back to England and his wife, Clare. Later one evening Janis curiosity got the best of her and finally decided to discuss our sexcapade. She asked if I had all my fantasies fulfilled. "Oh yes," I replied. "It exceeded my expectations. You were absolutely wonderful." "Lets hope it peps our future sex life." A penetrating French kiss followed. Things are looking up… I did admit observing them through the double door closet. She at first acted irritated but then that big sexy smile crossed her face. "I was pretty sure you were there, hope we put on a good show. That made it even better for me" I always like variety so we'll see what the future brings.