1 comments/ 34402 views/ 3 favorites Friends & More By: justme007 Dee was a supervisor in a call center. She hated the long days and the long hours that her job entailed. She just wanted something or someone to come along, and make life a little more worth her while. She would look at the all the young guys that she worked with and would think to herself, "jailbait." Dee was 32, single and hating it. Most of her friends were married and her single friends had boyfriends. One morning, she was asked to run a training class for new hires because the trainer had called out sick. As much as she didn't want to do it, she knew what had to be done. She walked into the class and thought, "Great, these guys look fun." As she searched around the room with her eyes someone caught her attention. He stood about 6'4", medium in build, blond hair, crimson red lips and deep blue eyes. She grinned to herself and though, "He's really cute,” and did everything she could do to control her giggling. A few hours later, she sent the class on break. He was the only one that didn't leave. "You alright? Do you need to know where anything is?" Dee asked. "No, I just had a question. There was something I wasn't sure about on this." "Ron, right?" "No, it's Rob," He said and smiled. "Oh, sorry about that. I'm usually good with names, but I'm definitely better with faces." Rob spent his break in the class with Dee to go over a few things. In those 15 minutes she felt a really weird connection to this guy. There was something about him she liked; she just wasn't sure what it was. The next 4 hours went by quick and she hated saying goodbye to Rob, because she knew she wouldn't be back in the class anytime soon. She would just have to wait until he got out of class to say hi to him again. The three weeks Rob was in class went by kind of fast. She would smile at him if they passed in the hallway, but never had the nerve to actually talk to him. One night, while Dee was pulling a later shift, she got a phone call from one of the supervisors who worked there. He called to tell her he was having a party the next night and wanted her to go. He also asked her to bring Rob, because he didn't have a ride. This would be the perfect opportunity for her to get to talk to him. The next night, Dee waited outside Rob's house for him to come out. He looked just as good outside of work as he did in. He gets in her car and the small talk begins. "I didn't know you were friends with Shane," Dee said as she backed out of Rob's driveway. "Yeah, he's cool. He got me the job," Rob said. "Oh, that’s cool. How long have you known him?" She asked. "About a year. Thanks for coming to get me; I hope I wasn't out of your way." "Nah, no problem. I don't like going places by myself anyway," She smiled. They walked into the party together, said there hello's and went about their business. Every once in a while, she would catch herself looking for him. Wondering if he was talking to someone else. To her surprise, he was always with the same guys, and seemed to be laughing all the time. That was the first time she really noticed how sexy he really was. He had that boyish charm beneath the guy exterior. She could see that cute little boy he used to be not so long ago and she really liked that about him. On the way home they talked about work, the people at the party and how much he was really feeling comfortable in the new job. She pulled into his driveway and felt really bad that he was going to leave, because they had a really good time together. He turned to her, kissed her cheek and thanked her for the ride. As he got out of the car, he turned back and smiled at her. She thought about that smile all the way home. The next few weeks had seen them grow closer. They talked all the time, at work, on the phone, online. One night, when they were on the phone, Rob asked her to come over. She nervously said yes, got dressed and drove to his house. When she pulled up, he was in the driveway waiting for her. He opened the car door for her and walked her into his house. He gave her the grand tour, and then showed her his guitar collection. Playing was his passion. He made her a drink and put a guitar over his head. "I want to play you something. Tell me what you think," He said. He strummed his guitar and sang for her. This was the sexiest she's ever seen him. Vulnerable and opening up to her. She checked him out while he was standing there. His head was hanging down, fingers on the strings, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and blond hair in his face. Her eyes were all over him while he wasn't looking. He walked over to her, guitar in hand, kneeled down and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. He pulled her face closer and she placed her hand on the side of his face as she took him in. He took the guitar from around his neck and placed it on the floor. Without a word, Rob took her hand in his and walked her to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him. "Don't be nervous," he said, "I would never ask you to do anything you don't want to." Dee said nothing. She shook her head yes in acknowledgement. He walked her to his bed; she sat down, and watched him take off his shirt. She could see his heart beating. He kneeled down in front of her, place his hands on her thighs and kissed her. He worked his way down to her neck and he could hear her breaths getting deeper. He reached up and over her shirt caressed her breasts. He could feel her nipples get hard under his fingertips. She started to kiss his neck and he gently played with her nipples. This was driving him wild, and he showed her how hard he was by taking one of her hands and placing it on his hard cock. She pulled her shirt over her head and had him take her bra off. He laid her back on his bed and put his body on top of hers. He took one breast and placed it in his mouth and started to suck it. With his other hand, he pinched her nipples and she would moan in pleasure. He took his hand down her stomach to her the top of her jeans. He unzipped her pants and slid his hand in-between her jeans and her panties. She spread her legs open a little wider for him to get in better. He reached around her panties and found her wet mound of flesh. He slid two fingers inside her juicy pussy and started to play with her clit with his thumb. Her hands ran over his back and down this pants and she grabbed his ass. She slowly pushed his pants down with her hands, and started to grope his ass. The two of them started to kick off their jeans, and were now completely naked, hot and sweating. He placed his hand on the right side of her face, kissed her mouth and brought his hand down her neck, in between her breasts, over her stomach and back in between her legs. He parted her lips with his fingers and started to go inside her again. She tossed her head back in ecstasy and her nipples got harder as he took the left one his mouth. He flicked her nipple back and forth with his tongue. He started to work his way down her stomach until he got to her hot, wet pussy. He kissed her naked flesh with his mouth and separated her again with his fingers to expose her clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked it. She let out an "Oh my God" and started to shiver. He licked her clit, up and down, occasionally taking it into his mouth. He slid two fingers inside her as he ate her out. He did this for a few minutes until she started to fuck his face and had an orgasm. She got up off the bed and got on her knees at the end of the bed. She patted the area she wanted him to be. He sat down and layed back. She licked the palm of her hand to get it wet and started to stroke him. She teased the head of his dick with her lips and then her tongue. As he got harder, she took more of him into her hot wet mouth. She went down on his hard shaft, licking it with her tongue, taking it all into her mouth, going deep down on him. When she took her mouth off his dick, she gently took his balls into her mouth and sucked on them also. She could hear his breathing getting heavier. He told her he wanted to have her pussy in his face. So she got into the 69 position and continued to suck him off while he was eating her out again. He slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and she came a second time, all over his face. Dee got up, looked at the big smile on Rob's face, but knew he didn't cum yet. She wanted to please him. She sucked at his neck, leaving traces of her tongue everywhere. She slowly lowered herself on to his hard shaft. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands. He started to twist and play with her hard nipples. She rubbed her pussy into him. His head came up and took her tits into his mouth. He sucked hard and grabbed her ass, as he pushed her deeper into him. She bounced up and down on his dick as she looked into his eyes. She reached down and kissed him on the mouth. His tongue probed her mouth and softly explored hers. She started to get tighter and he could feel it on his cock. Her juices started to drip down her thighs. Rob told her he was going to cum soon. Dee got off his rock hard dick and placed her mouth on it to bring him to orgasm. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked him harder and harder every time she went up his shaft to the head of his cock. She could see his legs were starting to shake and she took her hand and started to caress his balls while she sucked the head of his dick. "Oh my God," he yelled. "This feels good. Don't stop. Keep sucking me." She went down on him, faster and harder as he took her head in his hands and guided her. With one deep throat suck, Rob's juice started to cum out of him. Dee put her face near the head of his dick and let him cum all over her face and tits. She looked up at him as she took one of his fingers, swiped some jiz from her tits and placed his finger in her mouth and sucked it off him. He pulled her close and kissed her full on the mouth. They savored the moment. It would not be something either of them would forget anytime soon. Friends & More After several attempts, we finally got it worked out. Many times before we tried to meet and party but something always came up, on my side or hers. Now here I was, at the front door to your apartment, tonight was going to be fun. Ashley was married, even though that caused some moral dilemmas, that never stopped me from fantasizing and masturbating over her a lot, and that I did...a lot. Opening the door, you smiled at me and told me to hang on while you grabbed your jacket. Off we were, the distances were small and the errands few. After picking up a frozen pizza and some orange juice from the store and Jeepers Creepers from Hollywood, we were back at your place. I took a seat on the couch while you put the pizza in and made the first screwdrivers. Turning on the movie you settled next to me. After the pizza and a few drinks, about 40 minutes into the movie, you stumble to your feet and say, "This movie sucks, lets watch something else." You retreat to your room and within two minutes your back with a tape in hand. Putting it in you pause right before you push play and tell me, "Were gonna need more drinks, go get us some." Getting up and going into the kitchen I open the fridge and grab two wine coolers and return to the living room. I handed you a drink and pushed play. It wasn't until I sat down that I realized what was on the tape. On screen was a guy and a girl, the girl going down on the guy. Oh my, what is Ashley thinking now, looking over at you you give me a sly smile and take a drink of your cooler. After those drinks and another, a scene comes on that is better than the others. Two guys and a girl, the girl was on her knees fucking doggy style while sucking the other guy off. "Looks like fun," I say, staring at the screen. "You would think so," with that you give me a slight shove on my shoulder. The shoving match was on. Shoving each other back and forth throwing pillows at each other, somehow we end up wrestling on the floor. I'm hard from the porn and the close contact; I don't try to hide it. After a few minutes of that we stop wrestling to catch our breath. Feeling drunk and horny I gently reach over and breath on your neck, when you don't resist I go a little further to gently nibble the side of your neck. Lightly moving my tongue up your neck, I reach your ear. It's with your first moan that we both realize that these are no longer innocent touches, and we both want it. After a few minutes of this I reach up and slowly cup your right breast, lightly I rub where your nipple is, you still don't resist. A few gentle kisses on the lips turn into us making out. Reaching down to the back of your leg, I grab it just above the back of your knee; I slid my hand up over your ass, around to the front, and up the front of your shirt. With nothing between your bare breast and my hand but your bra, I slowly use my fingers to pull it down. Your nipple is hard and my fingers go to it like a magnet. Gently rolling my thumb and first finger around it, you reach down and feel the bulge at my crotch. Yes...this is for you. We go like this for a few minutes, lips locked. My hand on your bare breast, stimulating your nipple. By now you've pulled my cock out of my fly and your stroking it up and down. Everywhere we touch feels electric, sending vibes of ecstasy through my body. Leaning back you pull your shirt over your head and pull your bra off. Sliding down and my body, you pull my shorts and boxers off in one swift movement. Jerking me off, you begin to tease the head of my cock with your tongue, swirling the tip around the parts that are most sensitive. You go slow, agonizing me with such teasing that I arched my back in a mixture of reflex and ecstasy. Licking up and down, you begin to slowly allow my head into your mouth. With a mixture of light sucking and swift licking, you proceed to give the best blowjob for what seems like forever. Picking you up I lay you on your back and begin to nibble on your ear, working slowly down your neck until I reach your collar-bone, resituating myself I put myself into position to spend time on your nipples. Your sexy little tits feel so hot in my hand, your nipples pointing out begging for attention. Gently rolling one nipple between my fingers I take the other one into my mouth. Using my lips and tongue I lightly stimulate your nipples. Feeling your back arch I know I'm making you even hotter. Sliding my tongue down your belly, my journey to your pussy is interrupted only by a few short licks at your sexy bellybutton ring. Once down there I place your feet by my head with your knees up; giving me perfect access. Lightly I run the tip of my tongue up and down your outer lips. As you get hotter and hotter your lips begin to open and your little clit beginning to appear. This is my next area of focus. Lightly I run my tongue up the center of your pussy; as my tongue hits your clit I feel a light shudder run through your body. You begin to slowly rotate your hips in rhythm with my licking. Teasing you I vary my speed from light and fast to slow and slightly stronger to fast again. Moving around all over your love, I go from your hard clit to your lower outer lips. The steady movement of your hips and you erotic breathing and occasionally moan let me know you appreciate it. I'm not sure how many times you flooded my face with cum, at least twice but maybe as many as four times. It was hard to tell because for a while there you seemed to be in one continuous orgasm for five minutes. There were no awkward feelings afterwards that one might fear after two friends cross the next line. We just kept hanging out. After a few more drinks and some music I left her apartment and headed home. Ashley and I continue our chats late at night and hang out every once and a while. And every so often, she takes out the rented movie and puts in one from her more "personnel" collection. Friends - And More! Everyone except Sally and me had left by midnight. Some needed to be home before their babysitters started charging double; others because they had things to do the next morning. Sally and I stayed to help clear up. We had no children to go home for, or any pressing things to get up early for. On top of that, we lived just around the corner so didn't have to worry about taxis or drinking too much. As such, the four of us were all a trifle merry as we began the clearing up, washing of plates and dishes and general tidying. The whole business was more fun than a chore with much mickey-taking, giggling and, it has to be said, flirting. Sally, needless to say, had dressed to kill. This was mainly to try and outdo Jill who, like Sally, had a body most women would kill for, as well as a similar, mile-wide streak of exhibitionism. Impressing our other friends with her sleek figure and long, slim legs, was also on the agenda, as was ensuring I didn't forget my promise to fuck her brains out when we got home afterwards. Watching her dress before we went out had been exquisite torture. With one foot on her dressing table stool, she had slowly rolled on a white, stay-up stocking that was topped with a lacy band of elastic. Then the process had been repeated with the other leg, followed by – and this was purely for my benefit, so that I could admire the near perfection of her body – much critical pirouetting in front of the mirror. Finally satisfied that the stockings were just right, she wriggled into the silk dress she had bought on our recent trip to Thailand. It clung to her body as though sprayed on, covering her from throat to mid thigh and yet revealing everything. The material was so fine that any sort of undergarment was clearly noticeable. When I had pointed this out to her she simply decided not to wear anything under it. That her nipples would be obvious therefore, went without saying, but I didn't have to look too hard to see the definition of her aureoles, either. Even the most severe of trims failed to hide the springy hairs of her bush and so she had cheerfully spent a careful ten minutes removing every last one. The thought of running my mouth over her hairless cunt had kept me hard for most of the evening. Fortunately, my jeans were a loose fit. Knowing she looked good enough to be able to charge a thousand pounds an hour, excited her as well and she turned to me with a triumphant smile when the dress was adjusted to her satisfaction. I was allowed just one tantalising minute of sliding my hands over the excitingly slippery curves of her body before she spun gracefully out of reach. 'Okay, down boy! That's enough.' I sighed, sulkily, which made her laugh. 'I know you! Another ten seconds and you'd be trying to take it off again.' 'I was thinking more about hiking it up just high enough for me to...' 'Harry!' she giggled, before pausing a moment. 'I suppose we do, actually, have time... ' She backed away again as I advanced towards her. 'But, no. I don't want to spend the evening leaking cum.' 'You used to say you enjoyed going out to posh dos after we'd had a quickie,' I reminded her. 'I still do,' she said quickly. 'But not tonight. For a start it'll show on my dress – especially after I've sat down but, more importantly, I don't want a quickie tonight. I want a good, old-fashioned, downright dirty longie!' So I curbed my impatience and tried not to grope her too much on the short walk round the corner. Jill, as fair as Sally was dark, had also opted for a revealing outfit. Her dress had a neckline that didn't so much plunge as free-fall. The richly patterned material finally came together just below her navel. Round the back, it hung almost to her knees but, in front it was cut away almost to the tops of her thighs. If ever a dress was designed to allow its wearer to be fucked with the minimum of inconvenience this was it. The two women made a disturbingly erotic sight and I rolled my eyes at Mark as we watched the women embrace. 'They look edible, don't they?' he grinned. 'Don't they just! I told Sal she could charge a thousand an hour dressed like that, but together, they'd fetch at least three.' 'I reckon it'd be worth every penny,' he agreed, leading me in. The dinner party was a success. The food had been excellent, the company entertaining and, thanks to their friendly rivalry, Sally and Jill had been more than amusing. Once the clearing up was finished and we waited for a fresh brew of coffee to be made, I made a point of saying how much I'd enjoyed it all. 'And of course,' I finished, 'the sight of you two women, damn near baring your alls, was the icing on the cake.' 'That's Harry's way of saying he fancies you,' Sally whispered loudly to Jill, giving her a dig in the ribs. 'Sal!' I spluttered. 'Well, you do,' she said with a wicked grin. 'Admit it.' 'I'll admit that if I didn't know you and if Jill wasn't married to Mark, I might have tried my luck,' I said cautiously. 'Hey, I can tell you now – you'd have definitely got lucky!' Jill laughed, reaching up to give me a quick peck on the cheek and then standing next to me to lean against the kitchen counter. I slid my arm around her waist, which made her giggle and move closer. 'However, while we're on the subject,' she continued, 'it seems to me, that from the way he's been ogling her all evening, my husband fancies your wife.' Mark just grinned and decided the time had come to pour us all a snifter of brandy. He disappeared into the lounge. Moments later came the sound of some soft music and then the clink of glasses. 'Go through,' Jill told Sally and me. 'I'll follow with the coffee.' 'I'll stay and help,' I said, enjoying my cuddle with Jill. 'Told you he fancies you!' Sally grinned knowingly, before heading for the lounge. 'Well, if you two are going to get matey in here, don't blame me if I seduce Mark though there!' 'Do you really?' Jill asked slyly, once Sally had moved into the lounge. Jill felt warm and inviting where I was touching her and that, along with the scent of her perfume, was definitely getting to me. It had been a long time since I had been this close to a woman other than Sally so I was disappointed when she eased away from me and started setting out cups and saucers. 'Do I really, what?' I asked, savouring the memory of her closeness. 'Fancy me,' she asked, tilting her head to one side and raising her eyebrows. 'Of course I do,' I replied – meaning it, even though I could hardly have said anything else. 'So is that hard-on,' she said casually, with a nod at my crutch, 'because of me, or Sal?' 'Shit! I was hoping you wouldn't notice,' I sighed looking down at the bulge in my jeans. 'For a girl who's seen more than her fair share of stiffies,' she grinned, 'it sticks out like a sore thumb – a very big sore thumb, I should add. Well, which of us brought it on?' 'Hard to say, really,' I said, quickly rearranging my prick so that it was straitened out and not quite so obvious. 'You're both walking wet-dreams.' 'Men!' she grunted, sighing with exasperation – but I could tell she didn't mean it. 'Mark's exactly the same. Actually we should hurry up because God knows what he's doing to Sally in there.' 'Would it bother you if they were doing anything?' I asked curiously, admiring her ass as she bent to take the milk from the fridge. 'Good question,' she said, pausing in the act of pouring the milk to think about it. 'It would bother me if he tried to do anything behind my back, or if it was all right for him to fool around but it wasn't for me.' 'But if you knew about it?' 'If I knew about it and it was understood I could have a little something as well, that would be different, so why not?' she shrugged. 'Not that it's ever come up, though. How about you and Sal?' 'Like you, we haven't talked about it. But, if we did, I think we'd probably feel the same as you,' I said, thoughtfully. 'If we were both having fun – fair enough. But not one without the other.' 'Okay, so let me make sure I've got this straight,' Jill said slowly. 'If Sally wanted to have sex with Mark, you wouldn't mind as long as you could have sex with me? And, conversely, if you wanted to fuck me, then you wouldn't mind if Sally was fucked by Mark?' 'Shit, how did we get here?' I blinked, before nodding slowly. 'However, hypothetically speaking, I guess that sums it up – as long as you two wanted to, of course. All parties would have to be in agreement. I mean, it would be awkward if, say, you and I wanted to do it but they didn't.' 'Well, I can assure you that Mark would love to fuck Sal!' she grinned. 'Trust me on that.' 'And knowing that doesn't bother you?' 'Come on, Harry! There must be dozens of women you'd like to fuck – and dozens of men that Sally would. Wanting to fuck them isn't the same as actually fucking them, so of course it doesn't bother me. And if it did, would it stop Mark fancying a woman?' 'But fancying a friend?' I said doubtfully. 'Does Sally give you a hard time because you fancy me? She obviously knows you do.' 'No. But suddenly it's starting to sound like it could go beyond fancying.' 'Ah, but from what you've been saying, it wouldn't matter if it did – as long as it was the four of us, here and now.' 'Well, we wouldn't be doing anything behind each other's backs and any one of us would be able to object if they didn't like the idea,' I said thoughtfully, conscious that my prick was as hard as its ever been. 'What do you think?' 'I wouldn't mind fucking you at all,' she nodded, flashing me a dirty grin. 'I think it might be fun.' 'Jesus!' She laughed, picked up the tray of coffee and headed for the lounge. Mark and Sally were shuffling about in some sort of dance. Mark had a slightly glazed expression and I knew exactly what it meant. Holding Sally in that dress was like holding a naked woman – and she, being the horny little bitch that she is, would make damn sure there was plenty of contact. As such, only a gay man would fail to be affected. They ignored us as we came in and, once Jill set down the tray of coffee cups, she sat down on the sofa and patted the place next to her and I didn't need asking twice before joining her. Once she'd finished fussing with the coffee, she picked up her brandy glass and held it expectantly. I picked up mine and chinked it gently against hers. 'Cheers!' 'Cheers!' she echoed. She took a thoughtful sip and set it down again. 'What did I tell you?' she said softly, nodding towards Mark and Sally. 'But you don't mind, right?' 'I told you,' she murmured, trailed her fingertips ever so lightly up my thigh and over the front of my trousers, causing my prick to twitch, 'not if you're my consolation.' She ran a fingernail up the teeth of my zip, making a tiny clicking noise. We both watched as the finger reached the top. Underneath the zip, my prick was almost painfully erect. She took hold of the puller and then looked up at me, a challenge in her eyes. 'I dare you,' I said. She grinned, pulled the zip about half-way down and then zipped me up again, letting go of the puller as though it had burned her. 'Chicken!' 'You think so? Watch this.' She pulled the zip right the way down and calmly reached in to ease out my prick. 'No underwear, Mr. Johnson?' she giggled. ''Fraid not, Mrs. Henderson. And you?' I placed my hand, slowly and deliberately on her thigh and then slid it under the front of her dress. Two inches later I felt hot, wet and very slippery flesh. She let out a soft sigh as I gently stroked the lips of her cunt. 'It was Mark's idea,' she confessed, with a sly grin. 'He had plans to fuck me in this dress after everyone had gone.' 'Maybe he still will,' I grinned, finding her clit and rubbing it with my thumb. We were interrupted by Sally's voice. I froze in shock. Despite them being in the room with us, I had become so engrossed with Jill that I forgot all about the others. I needn't have worried. 'My, God!' she exclaimed, sounding both shocked and excited. 'Mark, have you seen what my husband is doing to your wife?' Jill and I looked up to see Mark and Sally grinning at us. Clearly, they were not at all put out which, I guess, meant that if they hadn't actually been hoping that this was going to happen, they had no problem with the fact that it had. 'He's only doing to her, what I want to do to you,' Mark told her. 'You want to play with my pussy?' Sally giggled. 'But I'm a married woman.' 'Since when did being married mean you can't have your pussy played with?' he asked, trying to sound puzzled. 'I meant only my husband is supposed to play with my pussy,' she said patiently. 'But he's playing with Jill's pussy! Anyway, I don't just want to play with your pussy, I also want to lick it and fuck it.' 'Oooh! That sounds fun. Can I lie down first?' 'Please do. Maybe you'd better take off your dress, too.' Now it appeared to be Sally and Mark who were oblivious to the presence of Jill and I as Sally reached behind herself to unzip her dress. Considering how long it took to put on, I was impressed by the speed with which she removed it. Obviously, I've seen Sally naked hundreds of times. Equally obviously, I've fucked her hundreds of times but, seeing her now, wearing only stockings and high heels, I still felt a rush of lust. Even though it had apparently been accepted by all that we were going to have sex with each other's partners, I felt jealous of Mark. Circumstances had conspired to enable him to see my wife naked and, the way things were going, were going to allow him to fuck her. Clearly, Sally was up for it – as was Mark. Neither of them appeared to have a problem with Jill and I fucking each other. If I'm honest though, I wasn't really surprised about Sally. When it came to sex she was strictly one-track. She had begun the evening knowing that she was going to be fucked before it ended and, somewhere along the line, she had obviously decided that having Mark do it, would make an interesting change. As far as I was aware, this would be the first time either of us had strayed since we married some five years ago. Having an affair or, indeed, swapping partners with people we knew, had never been something we had talked about. We still fucked like rabbits several times a week so quite why this was happening I was unsure. However, there I was with my hand up the dress of my friend's wife – and she with my prick in her hand – while a few feet away, Sally had bared her all for Mark and seemed impatient to give her all as well. The fact that the four of us were committing adultery together, in front of each other, seemed to make it acceptable. No-one had been coerced; no-one seemed less willing than anyone else. It just seemed the thing to do at that particular moment. It was still possible to call it all off, of course. No doubt there would be a certain degree of embarrassment and sheepishness but things hadn't gone too far as yet. However, the point of no return was fast approaching and a few more moments would see us committed. Sally, presumably, had no doubts. As I was considering the situation, she was undressing Mark with impatient hands. The moment he was naked, she pulled him down onto the other sofa and they gradually moved into a sixty-nine. I stared in fascination. There was my wife, sucking greedily on another man's prick while keeping her legs wide open so that she could have her cunt licked. I felt surges of jealousy and lust in more or less equal amounts as I took in the intensely erotic sight of Sally offering herself without reservation to another man. Jill didn't seem to find the sight so interesting and the feeling of her tongue, swirling around the head of my prick brought me back to reality. Like Sally, Jill seemed to have no doubts and to be equally impatient to get on with things. Suddenly that was fine by me. 'Do you like having your cunt licked?' I asked, giving her my full attention. Her answer was to let my prick flop out of her mouth with a soft plop, lie back, pull the front of her dress up to her waist and spread her legs. 'What do you think?' she grinned. The whole point of foreplay, I was told when much younger, was to ensure both parties were ready for the main event. I have to say that I enjoy foreplay for its own sake and that the women I practice it on have usually been more than ready, long before the key moment arrives. So it was with Jill. She had been ready long before she showed me she wasn't wearing panties. I looked at her glistening cunt and made a decision. 'I think you do. And I fully intend to. But I'm going to fuck you first.' She thought about what I'd said for a second and then giggled. 'Oooh! That's dirty. I hope you're going to share it with me.' 'That's even dirtier,' I told her, peeling off my shirt. We ended up staying the night. After the first fuck, in front of each other in the lounge, we drank the lukewarm coffee and then Jill took me off to her bedroom while Mark took Sally to their spare room. Jill and I didn't get much sleep and I'm guessing the others didn't either. Jill proved to be every bit as uninhibited as Sally and happily allowed me to fuck her ass after passing me a tube of lube. It was after lunch, early the next afternoon, that Sally and I arrived back at our house. While we waited for the kettle to boil she wrapped her arms around me. 'I'm still not sure how it all came about but I have to say that it was really good fun. Unexpected, but fantastic! I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you playing with Jill's cunt and she holding your dick as though it was hers. It was so wicked seeing you doing that to another woman – and incredibly erotic because you've done it to me so many times I knew exactly what it would feel like.' 'Did you mind?' 'Did I look as though I minded? Of course I didn't! I was surprised because one minute we were just doing a bit of flirting and the next we were into some serious foreplay. But it meant I could find out what Mark was like.' 'You didn't waste much time getting naked,' I reminded her. 'Christ no! I'd been feeling horny all evening and once it became obvious that we were all up for it – excuse the pun - I'd have got it on with Jill if she'd made a pass at me.' 'Seriously?' 'Right then? Probably. Right now? Probably not.' 'Shame she didn't!' 'You'd like to see me making it with another woman, wouldn't you?' she grinned, knowingly. 'God, yes! Especially if it was with Jill.' 'How was she, by the way?' 'Very good.' 'You've fancied her for a while, haven't you?' 'You know I have – in much the same way as you fancied Mark.' 'Yeah. Well. You realise we crossed some sort of line last night?' she said seriously. 'Mm, I guess we did,' I agreed. 'The thing is, there's no going back, is there?' 'What do you mean?' 'What I said. We can't go back. Until last night, I could say that no matter who I may or may not fancy, I've never been unfaithful to you...' 'The same for me,' I interrupted quickly. '...but that's no longer the case, is it? We've both been unfaithful.' She gave a short laugh. 'Well and truly unfaithful.' 'So what's your point?' 'I'm not sure – yet. I just know things have changed.' 'For better or worse?' She laughed and slid her arms around me before looking up for a kiss. It was a long and passionate one and I felt my prick stirring. 'Oh, for the better. Definitely for the better.' She backed away and finished making us some tea. 'Are you saying that, having crossed the line – as you put it – we have a good look round?' I asked. 'I think I am – as long as we do it together and agree about it all.' Friends - And More! 'Such as repeating the sort of thing we did last night...?' 'Would you like to?' she asked. 'Yes – if you're okay with it.' 'Even if it means I'm going to be fucked by other men?' 'Other men? You mean other than Mark?' 'Think of the possibilities,' she said, with a shiver. 'There are people at work...' 'I know. There's a guy in my office who's always going on about how he and his wife have an open marriage.' 'There's a girl in our place who claims she and her partner go on swingers' weekends,' Sally nodded. 'I see what you meant about things having changed. Here we are, just back from fucking our friend's partners and we start talking about who else we could fuck.' 'Mark and Jill might not want to do it again. They might be wondering how it all happened and wishing it hadn't.' 'Are you?' I asked. 'I don't think so. I think I was ready for something like this because I enjoyed every minute of it. Thinking about it though, it was more what we did than who we did it with.' 'I thought you fancied Mark.' 'I did – still do, I guess – but it was the wild naughtiness of it all that made it so exciting. I mean, if I want a good fuck I just jump on you. But last night, offering myself like that! It was a bit like a one-night-stand with the added thrill of knowing you were watching.' 'You looked like you were totally into Mark and oblivious to us two,' I told her. 'Are you kidding? I knew damn well that you were watching and that made it all the more naughty – and all the more exciting.' 'The question is then, would you fancy fucking Mark again?' 'If you were there, sure. In fact as long as you were there I think I'd get a kick out of fucking just about anyone, even if I didn't particularly fancy them. I take it you'd like to fuck Jill again?' 'Sure – but it wouldn't bother me if I didn't.' 'God, Harry, isn't this weird? Twenty-four hours ago I would not have believed we could ever be in this position, yet now I'm thinking about who else I could have. You really wouldn't mind me having someone else?' 'As long as I could watch.' 'Did you like watching us?' she grinned, moving to stand in front of me and placing the flat of her hand against my dick. 'I was madly jealous, but, yeah, it was really raunchy,' I admitted, running my hands over her ass. 'And you'd like to see me getting fucked again?' I nodded. 'Shit, Harry!' she blinked, her fingers paused in the act of unzipping my flies. 'What are we saying? Maybe we're going too fast.' 'You're right,' I told her. 'We haven't thought it all through yet. However, I'll tell you one thing I am sure of...' 'What?' she asked as she finished unzipping me and deftly eased out my prick. 'You're going to get fucked again, right now,' I growled. 'Oh, good!' We headed upstairs and didn't do much talking for the next hour or so – although we made plenty of noise. Eventually though, we needed a rest and I padded downstairs to make us some fresh tea. Maggie was sitting up demurely against the pillows when I returned, the duvet pulled up under her arms. But the glow on her face and the devilment in her eyes, told its own story. 'Did you try and fuck her ass?' she asked, cautiously sipping her tea. 'What do you think?' 'I think you did.' 'You're right,' I admitted. 'Did she let you?' 'Yes, she did. And very nice it was, too. Why? Don't tell me you didn't let Mark?' 'Harry,' she confessed, with a rueful smile, 'I let him do everything he wanted – largely because I wanted it too – and that included him fucking my ass. I couldn't see any point in holding back. I figured I might as well make the most of the occasion – especially as I figured you'd me making the most of Jill.' I nodded my acceptance of her words and deeds. 'I wish I could have watched you having your ass fucked,' I told her. 'Next time,' she promised. 'Providing there is a next time, of course.' Friends and More Claire watches the woman sitting next to her with a smile on her lips and remembers the first time they met. Her eyes show the love she feels for Jane right now. Jane's watching her every move. "What?" she asks, jerking Claire back to reality. "Sorry. Just remembering," Claire responds with a shrug of the shoulders. She places a hand on Jane's knee. The soft fabric of the jeans welcome her touch. "I'm glad you're here," Claire says, locking gazes with her. "Finally, huh?" Jane replies with a chuckle before covering Claire's hand with her own. "I can't believe we did it. We're actually living together!" Claire beams. "We are!" she screams before putting her free arm around Jane's shoulders. "It's good to have you as a room-mate, dear." Jane smiles and leans into Claire's embrace. "Ditto." Claire rests her temple against Jane's and sighs in contemptment. It has been a long time since they first met. For one of those inexplicable but perfect twists in fate, they both visited the same bar the same night. They talked for hours and hours. They had a lot in common, they found out. Therefore, they exchanged email adresses and phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. They kept to their word. And now, 382 days, 4895 emails, 5387 text messages, 649 hours on the phone with each other, 26 movies, 58 lunches, and innumerable laughs later, they are finally living together. Their friendship grew strong enough as to go for it in a short period of time. Jane turns her head and plants a kiss on Claire's cheek, making her blush. She doesn't move her lips away. Not even when Claire turns her own head to make their lips meet. They might be shocked at first, but none of them says a thing. Instead, they close their eyes and let things flow. They both give in to the kiss, moving their lips in unison. Claire moves the hand that was resting on Jane's knee up her thigh and towards her friend's pussy. Jane shivers as her hand is moved by Claire's and raises her other hand to cup her cheek. Slowly, she lowers her hand down Claire's cheek, tracing down her jaw, her neck, and finally cupping one of her breasts. Claire's breath stops for a second and she parts her lips, freezing the kiss. Jane moves to nibble her neck before straightening her back to remove her own shirt. She's left kneeling on the couch, so she ceases the occasion to move one leg to the other side of Claire's body. Claire is watching her every move with an approving smile, and when Jane's breasts are right in front of her face, Claise bites and licks at the soft cloth of the black bra that covers them. Jane moans and grabs her by the back of the head, pushing her gently further towards her in a way that can only be interpreted as encouragement. Claire wastes no time and, while still working on Jane's left breast, she reaches around to undo Jane's bra. Jane groans as Claire takes it off and moves to, once again, suck and bite gently but hungrily at Jane's breasts. She cups her other breast and pinches her nipple gently. After a while, she moves to do the same to Jane's right breast while her friend makes delighted noises. Jane parts to take off Claire's white blouse and smirks lustfully when she sees her friend was not wearing a bra. She squeezes her breasts gently while leaning down to kiss her once more on the lips. Claire's hands move around to her back and down to cup her ass. Jane ceases the occasion to trace her hands down and take advantage of the fact that her friend is wearing a short skirt. She sneaks a hand between her thighs and finds Claire's underwear, which is already wet. Moving it to a side, she traces her lips with one finger. Claire moans, and Jane slowly inserts one digit in her friend's wet cavity. Claire leans into the touch, and shortly after Jane inserts a second digit with a come-hither form, slowly moving in and out of her and rubbing time after time her most sensitive spot. In the meantime, Claire undoes Jane's pants and lowers them to reveal a black lace thong with a small red ribbon. She licks her lips and lowers them too. Jane shivers. Shortly afterwards, Jane moves her other hand inside of her friend's skirt and begins to rub at her clit in a circular motion with two fingers. Claire screams when she loses it after a few rougher touches. Her friend rides off the orgasm with her fingers and, once it's done, she removes them. Claire picks Jane up in her arms, and her friend puts her legs around Claire's waist. Claire lowers them both to lay on the couch. She straightens up to remove Jane's pants and underwear fully, and she stops to delight herself with the view before her: her beautiful, black haired friend with the green eyes, the full lips, and the sexy smile, is blushed, fully exposed, and craving for her touch. Claire smiles and kisses her lover passionately. She then proceeds to trace her way down her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, and further down, to the parted legs, with a questing tongue and love-filled kisses. She plants one kiss on each inner thigh and then sneaks her tongue out to taste Jane's wetness. She tastes of lust and love. She lets her tongue trace her lips a few times, stopping to lick and suck at her clit before inserting it into her pussy. Inside of her, she moves it in circles and deeper, as far as she can go. Jane is shivering and moaning, asking for more. Jane reaches down to rub her clit but Claire removes her tongue from inside of her and tsks, pinning her wrists to either side of her beautiful, naked body. "We have all afternoon, Janey. Let me do my job." With that, she begins once again to suck at her, lick her, and eventually pinch Jane's clit between her teeth. Jane raises her hips towards her, and she buries her tongue deeper, increases her speed and her strength, until Jane is not able to take it anymore and gives way to her orgasm with one loud moan. Claire licks her sweet juices before raising herself to rest on top of her lover and kiss her lips. Jane moans again between deep breaths when she feels her taste inside of Claire's mouth. Tangled in each other's arms, they both drift to sleep with a smile on their faces and a promise of a tomorrow.